Merlin and Elsa joined forces to fight all over the world in a villa on the outskirts of New York City.

Just like two high-level accounts rushing into the novice village and massacre, the low-level vampires could not stop the rampage of these two evil stars.

This is normal. There are many radicals under Dicken, but there are very few pure blood vampires. After all, semi-vampires are limited to talent and not pure bloodlines, and their hopes of advancing to the higher level are extremely slim.

On the other hand, although the Presbyterians are small in number, they are all born in ancient heritage and have strong strength. In this sudden battle covering the entire New York, although they were caught off guard by the radical vampires at the beginning, the Presbyterian soldiers who reacted immediately began a fierce counterattack.

In the Bronx, the Presbyterian Warriors soon repelled the radical vampires that attacked, but troubles followed one after another. Before they could recover the occupied strongholds, elite warriors from the Supreme Family stabbed them hard from the back.

The warriors of the Supreme Family, who have always been low-key and never intervened in the affairs of the Presbyterians and radicals, under the leadership of their Supreme Lord, the old legendary vampire, Erissa Makinos, actually raided the underground hall of the Presbyterians from behind.

This is equivalent to the fact that when the two sides are fighting, the third force raids the other side's capital.

In short, in the current Bronx, in those blocks occupied by vampires, under the night, the battle between the three vampires has entered the most intense stage, and they are indistinguishable from each other.

But overall, the Supreme Family, which has been secretly supported by SHIELD, still has an advantage.

At the same time, in Brooklyn, the SL.D. Operation Team led by Melinda and Sharon also cleared the strongholds of both the radicals and the Presbyterian Church one by one, just like pulling radishes.

This means that after Queens, Brooklyn has become the second area that has not been influenced by vampires' underground forces.

Unfortunately, sl.d. is not strong enough. Even if they contacted Demon France, they would help, but after completing the cleaning of Brooklyn, they were unable to go to other areas to fight a second battle.

But what is strange is that in this important conflict that will determine the future new sphere of influence of vampires in New York, neither the radicals nor the leaders of the Presbyterian Church have ever appeared.

The extremely ambitious semi-vampire Dickon, and the 13 heads of the Presbyterian Church, all seemed to have evaporated from the world.

Where are they in this night when the battle is fierce and people can't sleep?

"Tod Mountain"

The blade opened the car door and the fully armed vampire hunter walked down from his muscle car. Under the night, he looked at the mountainous land above 120 meters above sea level. In the lush mountain woodland, the bloody smell of vampire that he was very familiar with was filled with.

This is Staten Island, the five districts of New York City with the least population and the least presence.

Compared with the terrifying population density in downtown New York, this island located at the mouth of the Hudson River is really vast and sparsely populated. But for this reason, it has become a good place to hide secrets.

"The Temple of Eternal Night is in a valley on Mount Todd."

Next to the Blade, the old hunter Whistler was carrying a black hunting rifle. Perhaps for this battle, he changed into a battle suit for the first time. Like the Blade, he had black windbreaker, sunglasses, military trousers and combat boots, and his own bear head pendant hung around his neck.

Whistler picked up the night vision telescope and looked at the quiet mountain in front of him. He said to the blade:

"We have to determine the location of the Eternal Night Temple first, but don't rush to act. Dicken has brought all the 12 heads of the Presbyterian Church here, and the most elite forces around it must be here. We have to wait until Merlin and Miss Bloodstone come with support before acting."

"I know how to judge the situation."

Blade answered coldly:

"I'm not as reckless as you think, old man."

"Oh? Really?"

Whistler laughed twice, and he smiled and limped towards the trunk of the muscle car. As Whistler said, his grade was too big, and his nearly 100-year-old career in demon hunting caused him to be injured. His actions were no longer as fast as when he was young.

So this time, he acted as a logistics and support role.

"Hold this!"

Old Whistler took out a black gadget from his pocket and threw it to the blade, who took it in his hand and glanced at it and found that it was a black watch.

"This is what Merlin gave it to me."

The old hunter raised his hand, and he also had a watch of the same style on his wrist. He said:

"It is said that there are some terrible chips in this watch that can be located in our location."

"Don't that meant that he knew where we went?"

The blade frowned and looked at the watch in his hand, he said:

“I don’t like this feeling of being tracked.”

“No hunter would like to be tracked.”

Whistler says:

"But under the current circumstances, this thing may save your life. You can throw it away after the battle is over, but to be honest, Eric, after the matter here is resolved, do you have any place you want to go?"

"I have no idea."

Blade shook his head, and he put the watch in his arms, and he said:

"But I will accompany you to find your daughter, and then maybe leave North America and Europe. Didn't Miss Bloodstone say that there are still some witch hunters there?"

"You're going to find those witch hunters?"

The old hunter shook his head:

"I advise you not to go, and Bloodstone has warned you that those old-fashioned and traditional guys will not welcome a vampire hunter. Maybe they will put you in a cage, or worse, when they meet, they will draw out the deadly silver sword to cut off your head."

"But your and my inheritance is incomplete."

Blade said stubbornly:

"Many important potions are lost, without those things. If I encounter high-level vampires in the future, I can only escape like before. I don't like to escape."

“I mean”

The old hunter sighed, and he looked at the cold blade in front of him, and he whispered:

"The thing in New York is over, and you meet an official figure like Merlin. He has enough ability to help you. Put down your sword. Eric, from the age of 13 to now, it has been 30 years since you were 13 years old and you have been repeating one thing every day, that is, chasing vampires. You have no life, no friends, no lover, no entertainment, and even no hobbies. You don't have anything that young people should have."

"I mean, maybe, you have a chance to live a normal life, after all, you can suppress the desire to suck blood, you can be an ordinary person."

"No."

Blade took out his silver sword from the car and took out another shotgun. He sorted out his equipment while saying:

"Killing vampires is my life, hunting is the best pastime, and it is also the best hobby. Who says I don't have a life?"

"Click"

As soon as the blade's fingers moved up and down, the shotgun made a low and crisp sound, indicating that the bullet was loaded.

The black hunter looked back at Whistler and said:

"This is my life!"

After saying that, he carried a gun on his back and two box-like rapid-fire machine guns, and quickly walked into the mountains in front of him. He moved very quickly in the darkness, and in just a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the woodland in front of him.

The old hunter looked at the Blade's back as he left, and sighed in a little unbearable way.

When a person gets old, his heart becomes weaker.

Even the mercy that was once taken away by the mutant potion gradually returned as time moved slowly.

“You should have a better life.”

Whistler said, and he reached out to take out a silver-gray revolver from the trunk of the muscle car, filling the bullet bay one by one. After a few minutes, the old hunter looked at the revolver in his hand. The next moment, his body suddenly rotated, and the pistol in his hand aimed at the darkness behind him, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang"

The scorching sacred silver bullet flew out, blew the head of the vampire that was hidden in the grass and slowly approaching. At the moment when the vampire's body was burning, the old hunter reached out to pull out a silver-plated sword from his waist, and he said:

"I'm old."

"But just you guys may not be enough to see."

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On the other side, Blade was walking in the dark valley of Mount Todd with his long sword in his hand.

His windbreaker was a little damaged. Obviously, it was not so "calm" along the way. But as before, no one could stop the blade from advancing, just like a violent bear preparing to hunt, and there was only one who dared to block his path.

The blade was moving forward quietly in the darkness.

His sense of smell was very sharp. As the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, the blade could feel that he was getting closer and closer to his last destination.

The temple sealing the blood of Vlad III must be on the ridge in front of him. That means that the madman Dickon was also there.

The blade continued to trek forward, and after more than ten minutes, he saw a secret entrance guarded by radical vampires. The place was like an empty rock wall, but when you look closely, there was clearly a tight crack outside the rock wall that was blocked by plants.

There is the entrance!

The blade narrowed his eyes and remembered Whistler's warning. He hesitated whether to wait for reinforcements to arrive. But after a moment, he still reached out to touch his Storm Sword.

If you are used to being alone, it will be difficult to adapt to the situation of reinforcements.

But when the blade touched it, it touched a strange thing.

He lowered his head and saw that the place containing the storm knife in his waist was replaced by a dagger with similar weight and similar appearance.

Obviously, someone took his weapon away when he was not paying attention.

"Merlin!"

Blade thought of who the thief was at the first time, but the lack of the Storm Flying Knife does not mean that the Blade cannot raid.

He shook his hand and pulled out something else.

That equally dangerous Holy Silver Chain Sword.

"Swish"
To be continued...