The man flew in like a star and kicked the third man in black robe on the waist. The third man in black robe flew out like a cannonball and crashed into the counter more than ten meters away with a roar. With a clanging bell, he was buried deep in the ruins.
The other two men in black robes also immediately stepped back and stood between the shadow and their companions.
"Daywalker!"
The two men in black robes exclaimed. The two of them looked at the intruder with horror on their faces, and called out the name that could scare a lot of people in the vampire clan. Compared to half-way vampire hunters like Hannibal, Sunwalker is definitely a professional. Over the years, not even 10,000 but 8,000 vampires have died in his hands.
So although Sunwalker may not be as powerful as Hannibal, the prestige accumulated over time can definitely surpass Hannibal.
Hannibal knelt on the ground, gently wiped the blood from his mouth, and greeted Sunwalker with a smile: "Hi, brother, long time no see."
Dao Feng twitched his lips and smiled: "Long time no see... It seems that your condition is not very good."
"Tsk...it's a bit embarrassing...it almost capsized. I underestimated these blood-sucking bugs." Hannibal said with a hint of embarrassment.
Blade stepped towards Hannibal, looked at his condition, took out a tube of injection from his belt and gave Hannibal a shot without saying a word. "Cain's blood curse is quite troublesome, but don't worry, I have a way."
If there's anyone in the world who understands vampires best, it's Blade. After all, he is an expert, and the others are still half-vampires, so he is absolutely professional.
After that injection, Hannibal immediately felt much better. Those symptoms were subsided, but the subsidence speed was a bit slow. It would take at least a few days to completely disappear. But it's already good, at least Hannibal won't be like that just now. Barely able to fight.
"Phew... saved." Hannibal stood up unsteadily.
Blade no longer paid attention to Hannibal. He knew that Hannibal had other trump cards and would not burp so easily.
After that, he turned to look at the two men in black robes, and at the same time pulled out a few pieces of glass from his face and threw them away. Well, those were caused by just hitting the glass, which somewhat affected his image. Although Dao Feng has always been too cold, in fact, this guy is quite boring. After all, there are a few people in this world who dress up so stylishly three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and they have to wear them no matter day or night. Wearing sunglasses...this guy really cares about his image.
He looked at the two men in black robes and showed a rare smile, but I have to say that his smile... might as well not smile at all, it was too scary: "You guys seem to be old ghosts!"
Old ghosts are the collective name Blade refers to those vampires who have lived for a long time.
Vampires just get more powerful as they get older.
Generally speaking, this kind of old ghost is a big figure in the vampire world, and these old immortal things are more cunning than the last, and they are most afraid of death. The blade didn't encounter many prey like this, so when he encountered three of them, he immediately became excited.
Wow!
The man in black robe who had just been kicked away by the blade lifted up the rubble and stood up, walking between the two men in black robe with an ugly expression on his face.
"Hannibal...blade..."
At this time, the commander in the command room had completely lost his temper. All his team members had already rushed to the street, and the noble family members led by the three adults were also stunned. He had no idea what else he could do. It was also at this time that the Inquisitor and Wednesday also came to the command room.
The judge looked at the surveillance screen with a livid face, his whole body was not feeling well. As for Wednesday... I have to say, this old man is really lucky. The judge did not let him fight to the death like others, because Wednesday may still be weak, but that is because he is a human being. Measured by human standards, Wednesday is not only not weak, but very strong, and he is already very strong. Even though he is old, he still has such strength, which is already very amazing. Once such a person completes his first love...
The Ancient Blood Clan is very picky about new blood. Especially new blood like Wednesday, who was valued by the elders, could not be wasted. In a sense, Wednesday is more precious than those vampires on the street.
The Judge felt that the worst situation had come now. Outside the hotel, there was originally a Bloodmint wandering around, and now a Sunwalker was added...
"Do we have any other options now?" the judge asked.
The commander opened his mouth. In fact, he had one last solution, which was to let the Lord Judge die personally... Of course, he didn't dare to say it. First of all, the status of the judge is too noble. All of them can die, but the judge cannot make any mistakes. Secondly... he is not sure whether the judge's fate is really useful. If... then, it will be difficult for him to die even if he wants to.
"...No." The commander felt that he would die if he returned, but in order to make his death easier, he still dutifully gave advice: "Our best way now...is to stop the loss."
The implication is to run away as quickly as possible. At least the Lord Judge should retreat first.
From beginning to end, he never mentioned the killers at the Continental Hotel.
no point.
The judge was silent for a long time.
"Wednesday……"
"yes!"
Wednesday lowered his head, but the judge grabbed Wednesday's neck and bit him hard!
Instead of struggling, Wednesday was filled with excitement. The commander also showed an envious look.
Just two seconds later, Wednesday's originally loose skin began to become tight again, his originally slightly stooped figure became straighter, and his muscles began to recover! After a while, a thirty-year-old Wednesday appeared in front of everyone.
The judge let go of Wednesday and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully.
"Just do what you have to do."
Wednesday knew that the Inquisitors were retreating. He was kind of given up. He needs to stay and break up the rear, and even needs to sacrifice himself to give the three adults a chance to retreat.
Wednesday has no complaints about this. This is what he originally pursued. Of course he wanted eternal life, but... losing the Holy Killer meant that he had lost his honor and failed to avenge his brother, which would be even more sorry for himself, so he was willing to stay.
The judge took one last look at the monitor, and she knew that this time the operation failed. The Continental Hotel in New York has been completely removed from the list. With such a huge loss, they don't care about the precious new blood Wednesday.
After the judge turned around and left, Wednesday looked at the commander and the commander's last few men.
The commander obviously knew what he was facing.
"Good luck, Mr. Wednesday."
Wednesday nodded, then bared his fangs and pounced on several people.
The commander and his men had no intention of struggling. They had completely failed. This way of death was simply the best outcome for them.
…
The blade over there has already started to attack directly. Against vampires, he never beeps too much and just starts to attack. Before Hannibal could prepare, the blade threw a dart. Hannibal felt his physical condition, thought about it, and decided to forget it. He would take the lead and leave it to Blade, who would use his gun.
The Holy Killer was pulled out and the popping sound continued as it pressed toward the center line.
The blade over there did not use the silver sword this time, but pulled out a silver-white chain hammer from behind the cloak. The blade knew very well that these old ghosts were all very fast. At this point, he was at a disadvantage. In addition, the silver sword Although he can restrain vampires, this kind of old ghost cannot lose half his life after being scratched by a silver sword like ordinary vampires. Their resistance to silver is quite good, so instead of doing this, it is better to use a silver-plated chain hammer, which is much heavier than ordinary weapons. It can easily break their bones and reduce their movement and attack speed, and then use a silver sword to finish the damage. Causing fatal injuries.
The blade held the handle of the chain hammer and slowly shook it in his hand, rotating the hammer head while using the silver sword to block the attacks of the three old ghosts while looking for opportunities.
The three men in black robes jumped left and right, trying to get closer, but were quickly forced back by the rotating hammer head.
Just because one of the men in black robes was a little slower, the rotating hammer head passed by him. If his head hadn't imitated a turtle and shrunk very fast, it would have left many holes in his head. This made the remaining three men in black robes have to be careful. They did not expect that after so many years, they would still recall the power of medieval antique weapons. If the swordsman uses a gun or a sword, they still have the confidence to use their body's special characteristics and armor to resist and fight at close range. As a result, Blade used a chain hammer.
The only thing they can suppress each other with is movement speed. Only by relying on this can they have a chance to strike a fatal blow. However, they have long been accustomed to fighting with speed. They have never fought a hard-hitting battle without speed, and they cannot change it for a while.
In addition, Hannibal's Holy Killer is also very deadly. They must always pay attention to the Holy Killer's bullets. For a while, the situation was a bit stalemate.
At this moment, both sides in the fierce battle heard a gunshot!
When Hannibal looked up, he saw the younger version of Wednesday rushing out of the door, holding guns in both hands and shooting at him repeatedly!
For Wednesday, Hannibal is his first target.
Due to the previous curse, Hannibal's perception had become much slower, so he didn't notice this guy's sudden attack at all, so when he found Wednesday, the bullet had already been shot in front of him. So Hannibal could only raise the Holy Killer in his hand to block the bullet.
Wednesday's shooting skills are definitely among the best among humans. After receiving his first support, his skills have improved by leaps and bounds. After all, both the body's reaction speed and dynamic vision have improved by more than one level. What's even more frightening is that this guy actually quickly adapted to the changes after his first embrace.
You know, when your physical fitness suddenly improves, there will always be some discomfort and disharmony, but this guy didn't have this process at all.
Hannibal also saw the changes in Wednesday's body. In fact, he didn't even need to look. The strong vampire scandal on his body could be smelled by Hannibal from ten meters away.
Before Hannibal could react, three bullets roared out again, and this time it was not to kill, but to contain him so that he could not support the blade. When Hannibal had a chance to dodge and block the bullets, then another It was the man in black robe who coordinated the attack with three consecutive attacks, blocking some of the blade's dodge routes. The three men in black robes were immediately overjoyed when they saw this situation. If they could clean up the blade, it would be much easier to deal with Hannibal, who had not yet been affected by Cain's blood curse.
It's just that they were just happy, and they didn't expect that their slight distraction happened to be the opportunity that Blade was waiting for!
The blade roared, erupting with strength far beyond that of a human being. The chain hammer in his hand whined, and the hammer head blurred in the eyes of the three men in black robes. The next moment, the hammer head landed on the lower abdomen of the man in black robe on the left, which was also his biggest opening.
Bang!
There seemed to be shaking ripples in the air, and the man in black robe didn't even scream. He turned into a black shadow and flew out like a cannonball.
Obviously Blade had something to hide just now, not using his full strength, waiting for the opportunity to trick these vampires. As a result, the three old ghosts obviously underestimated Blade's strength and gave him a chance!
It was also at this time that the Holy Killer in Hannibal's hand also opened fire.
A bullet was fired at the other man in black who reacted and wanted to take the opportunity to attack the blade! For the sake of distinction, let's call the black robe who was beaten away as the No. 1 black robe, and the guy who wanted to take the opportunity to attack the blade as the No. 2 black robe, and the remaining one is the No. 3.
Number Two decisively chose to save his life between attacking the blade and dodging bullets while risking being hit by the Holy Killer.
I saw the guy tiptoeing a little, and his whole body was like a top, dodging bullets quickly. ,
The only bad thing about the Holy Killer is that its rate of fire is not fast, which is very consistent with the status of an antique gun. For ordinary people, there is no problem, but it is really difficult to deal with such an old ghost. This is why the ancient blood elder is willing to reward Wednesday even though he knows that the Holy Killer is a bullshit.
After all, this thing is powerful, but it’s useless if it can’t hit anyone.
It was also at this time that Wednesday pulled the trigger on Hannibal twice.
clang!
Hannibal once again blocked a bullet with the Holy Killer's gun.
But the other bullet ricocheted off a metal dinner plate on the ground and flew towards Hannibal's temple.
This shooting technique is a bit shabby.
Fortunately, the ricochet was not very fast, and Hannibal's current reaction speed was enough to dodge it. While Hannibal leaned back to dodge the bullet, he fired three shots from the Holy Killer in his hand.
Bang bang bang!
Unfortunately, the bullet almost followed Wednesday's butt and missed. Not only that, the opponent also rolled over and fired three shots at Hannibal again.
It was also at this moment that a black shadow suddenly rushed from Hannibal's left side, but it was Number One who had been knocked away by the blade just now. This guy's eyes were red, and the lower half of his face and body were covered in blood. It was not his blood, but that of some unlucky member of the Crimson Guard. The abdomen that was hit by the blade on No. 1 has now recovered as before. There is no hesitation in the swing of his claws, and it seems as if he is not injured.
Hannibal's expression changed and he snorted, "What a nasty guy."
Hannibal originally had his head raised, so he simply didn't make any unnecessary movements. Instead, he leaned back. While avoiding Number One's claws, he grabbed one of the opponent's hands and twisted it hard. He turned over and wrapped his own hands around his neck!
In this way, he becomes Hannibal's shield!
Bang bang bang!
Wednesday's three shots hit No. 1 in the chest without missing a beat.
Hannibal also took this opportunity to shoot back!
Wednesday's expression changed, and he could only continue to roll and hide behind a collapsed counter!
Bang bang bang!
Hannibal's bullets didn't do any good either.
The vampire held hostage by Hannibal struggled immediately as he had never experienced such an insult.
"I'm going to kill you! You reptile!"
Hannibal's face was grim, and the Holy Killer pointed directly at his temple.
Snapped!
The head of No. 1 exploded directly, and the roar stopped abruptly. The body and head simultaneously exploded into a cloud of sparks, like the last flash before the ashes were extinguished, and then quickly turned into black ashes.
Wow!
Then it collapsed, fell to the ground, and was completely destroyed.
"No!!! How dare you!!!" No. 3, who was besieging Blade, saw No. 1 dead, and immediately roared out and rushed towards Hannibal.
At this moment, Blade suddenly turned around and caught No. 2's blow with his back, but the chain hammer in his hand hit No. 3's head hard.
"Worry about yourself!"
Poof!
No. 2's half-stretched head was directly smashed, but the remaining mouth actually let out a desperate roar. Even this old vampire couldn't bear such a serious injury. You must know that it was a silver-plated chain hammer!
Then a spark lit up on No. 2's neck, and then the sparks quickly spread upwards and down, and the whole person exploded and turned into flying ash!
