The Vampire Lord's form was extremely hideous, tall and long-limbed, with robust muscles.
His skin was a dull greenish-blue, and his face was almost indistinguishable from a bat's, ugly as a demon.
Each of his hands had four long, slender, sharp-nailed fingers, and his feet had three webbed toes, like a duck's.
On his back were a pair of shriveled, thin bat wings, which, compared to his strong body, looked extremely pitiful, like plucked chicken wings.
These wings had bone spurs protruding from the elbows, and could even be used as a means of attack, but they could not be used for flying.
The Vampire Lord himself had the ability to float, so there was no need to flap his wings.
Simon shot a bolt of lightning from afar, striking Harkon who was fleeing with his head down, but the effect was limited.
The opponent was not affected, only trembling slightly.
Simon's sharp eyes caught sight of the dozens of enchanted accessories Harkon was wearing, which undoubtedly included resistance enchantments.
Coupled with the Vampire Lord's inherent magic resistance, ordinary spells were indeed difficult to inflict effective damage on him.
Harkon's flying speed was quite fast; on the dim sea, a shadowy green figure moved silently, and the endless waves on the water were instantly left far behind.
An ordinary person facing such a situation would surely be helpless.
Fortunately, Simon's flying spell could easily catch up; he only needed to increase the intensity of the propulsion field to raise his flying speed.
For a skilled spellcaster, breaking the sound barrier was also of no technical difficulty.
Simon roughly estimated that he could catch up to the Vampire Lord in about half a minute, which he considered quite good.
However, he secretly felt helpless, as his magic energy reserves were insufficient; otherwise, he could have directly transformed into a fighter jet, and then hunting such an enemy would be a piece of cake.
Seeing the towering waves behind him and the rapidly approaching bane, Harkon was so frightened that he plunged headfirst into the water.
Simon followed closely, activating his underwater breathing effect, and a tough bubble enveloped his head, with oxygen constantly filtering in.
The two chased each other, and soon dived to the seabed, where it was dark, without a trace of light.
Harkon, relying on his Vampire vision, a sonar-like sensory system, could get a relatively accurate grasp of the underwater environment.
Simon was also lost underwater for a while, but fortunately, he timely cast a Life Detection spell on himself and chased after the largest life-form in the darkness.
Harkon's speed was restricted underwater, and seeing that he could not fool Simon, he hardened his heart and decided to fight back.
Just as he turned around, he was hit in the face by a fist the size of a casserole, which broke his breathing bubble and made him choke on a few mouthfuls of water.
Simon reached out to choke Harkon, but unexpectedly, the opponent suddenly exploded into hundreds of small bats, which flew upwards with a whoosh.
This spell… Simon couldn't help but narrow his eyes, chasing while secretly pondering its principle.
The ability to split the body into tiny individuals, and for these individuals to re-aggregate into one, Simon had seen this ability in the Hollow Knight world.
Grimm, the circus master, had such an ability, but Grimm's bat transformation principle was very simple: there was a main body, and the rest were auxiliary tool bodies, like a large garment that, when put on, allowed Grimm to transform into his mature form.
Grimm's character was originally designed based on Vampires, so it was perfectly reasonable for Harkon, as a genuine Vampire Lord, to possess such an ability.
Furthermore, Simon knew that once Harkon transformed into a swarm of bats, it would be very difficult to inflict effective damage on him.
A group of bats continuously rushed out of the water, flying for about three minutes, then they gathered, and Harkon's figure reappeared.
By this time, Simon had already caught up to within an inch.
"Who exactly are you?" Harkon knew that as a Vampire, he was naturally a public enemy, but in a thousand years, this was the first time he had been so frightened.
Knowing that he was about to suffer misfortune, he still couldn't help but ask for a reason.
Simon provoked him, "Lord Harkon, leader of the Volkihar bloodline, patriarch of the Skyrim Vampires, you don't even have the courage to face an enemy.
Are you a Vampire or a coward?"
Harkon's already ashen face turned black; in a semi-undead creature like a Vampire, blood flow is almost stagnant, so for him to have blood rushing to his face meant he was truly enraged.
Simon's taunts sounded harmless, but for the'simple' yet arrogant old Vampire lord, it was already an act of provocation no less than a noble slapping another with a glove.
If Harkon had any courage, he should have fought Simon to the death, but he remained silent and continued to flee.
Simon threw a Sleeve Flying Swallow at him, and Harkon once again transformed into a swarm of bats, surging away like a black cloud, moving three times faster.
Simon reached out and caught two small bats, intending to put them into his Pure Land, but they suddenly exploded into a murky, black-red blood-water, flowing from his fingers and disappearing into the air.
Seeing this scene, Simon immediately understood; these bat clones were not real living creatures, but merely an intermediate product of a transformation spell used for transition.
Observing the swarm of bats with Life Detection was like looking at a red mist; all had life reactions, but the existence of each individual was extremely faint.
He wondered how Harkon's consciousness existed in such a situation: did it reside only in a main body, or was it dispersed among all the branch individuals, or did it transform into the collective hive mind of the bat swarm?
During the casting of the flying spell, one must concentrate fully, especially during such high-speed movement, where magic energy surges violently.
There cannot be too many complex psychological activities, otherwise it is very likely to cause chaotic output and lead to the loss of control of the force field.
Simon could only use a clumsy method, constantly grabbing bat clones to achieve the goal of weakening them.
The subsequent process was extremely boring; Simon never expected that he would spend three whole days chasing an enemy.
Every time he was about to catch Harkon, he would transform into bats, and after flying a certain distance, he would revert to his original form, slippery and extremely difficult to deal with.
He didn't know what Harkon's mentality was, always waiting until he was almost caught before transforming, as if he was teasing Simon.
In fact, Harkon was also in agony; he had provoked powerful enemies before, and although he couldn't win, escaping was always a trivial matter, but he had never encountered anyone so patient.
Transforming into a bat swarm required burning blood and caused mental confusion, so it could not be sustained for too long, otherwise there was a risk of soul dissipation.
Simon would catch one or two each time, and Harkon's lost blood could not be replenished; he also had no time to spare for feeding mid-flight.
By the end of the first day, he was skin and bones; on the second day, he directly reverted to his youth; and by the third day, when Simon finally caught him, the once mighty Vampire Lord was nothing more than a scrawny little chick.
Simon's right hand was gripping Harkon's throat, while his left hand continuously patted his forehead.
The prolonged use of the flying spell had strained his magical core, causing him intense headaches that his body's self-healing ability couldn't alleviate, so he had to resort to physical methods to temporarily relieve the pain.
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