Thousands of black bats swooped toward the cathedral spire like a swarm of suicide micro-fighters. Their shadows in the hazy sky drew bright black arcs, as if they were cut into countless slits in an instant.
When the first batch of red-eyed black bats landed on the top of the cathedral, they suddenly burst out into balls of blazing fire.
Boom, boom - the violent explosion was deafening, and the entire St. Peter's Basilica was shaking in the sound waves. If someone carefully observes these swooping black bats, they will find that there is a piece of high explosive the size of a matchbox under their belly.
, there is also a dark metal cylinder under the grip of the foot, and some can even see shining arrows.
These black bats are not vampires in disguise, but a group of creatures controlled by the vampires. In addition to carrying pocket quivers and explosives, their biggest function is to use their bodies and wings to block the sun and let the vampires dormant in the darkness.
The blood creatures were completely excited.
Whether they are werewolves or vampires, they all prefer darkness. Only at night when they can't see their hands can they display 100% of their combat power. Dracula has worked hard for this day. The vampires are born with the ability to control bats.
False, but just attaching pocket quivers to them and loading them with explosives is a huge, time-consuming and labor-intensive project.
No matter how strong the roof of the cathedral was, it could not withstand the suicide bombings of thousands of black bats. Soon, the entire roof collapsed with a loud bang, and a large group of black bats flapped their wings and flew into the cathedral, unafraid of death.
He rushed towards the Templar knights in full body armor.
This group of Templar Knights is different from the group that was wiped out at the door of the church. They are the real elites. If they are divided according to the level of ancient Chinese warriors, the people blocking the door are just a group of Yellow Realm warriors, and these more than a hundred people have all reached the inner strength level.
Among the quasi-mystical warriors released outside, nearly a thousand werewolves who broke into the cathedral in just a quarter of an hour were killed or injured by the scimitars in their hands. Less than three hundred remained. They were not surprised by the black bat's intrusion.
He waved his scimitar and threw out a half-moon arc of light to meet him.
Rumble - The black bats that hit the arc of light exploded into clouds of fire in mid-air. The rolling heat waves quickly spread in all directions, and the surrounding bats carrying explosives detonated together. The deafening explosion made the whole church emit a burst of light.
Trembling, there were a huge number of bats loaded with explosives. They rushed towards the Templars from all directions like a group of all-pervasive ghosts, and of course they inevitably included the surviving werewolves.
The sword light emitted by the Templar elites could only detonate most of the bats, but there were always a few that rushed forward from various tricky angles and exploded with a loud bang, blowing the elites to pieces.
The remaining werewolves took the opportunity to escape from the cathedral.
The number of black bats is increasing, and the number of suicide attacks carrying explosives is also increasing. Some of them even fluttered their wings and rushed towards the two girls on the high platform, about to blow them into a ball of minced meat.
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The two little girls didn't seem to realize how scary the dynamite bats were. The smiles on their faces remained undiminished, as if it had nothing to do with them.
Boom! Two dynamite bats exploded above the little girl's head at the same time. Then one by one, the bats that rushed closer exploded. Thick smoke instantly enveloped the entire high platform. If the two little girls were still on the stage, they would definitely become minced meat.
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The Templar elites were unwilling to tangle with explosive bats here, and retreated in an orderly manner while waving their swords. But just as they were about to exit the church, they only heard a sneer coming from the collapsed ceiling, followed by silhouettes.
Falling from the sky, more than a hundred people descended in the blink of an eye. These people had two characteristics. Their faces were all white, so white that no trace of blood could be seen, and they were all men.
This group of people are the real protagonists today, the Vampires. They are the finale of the show. As soon as their feet hit the ground, more than a hundred Vampires rushed towards the Templar elite like a whirlwind. A battle of equal strength began, and the smoke cleared not far away.
Not a trace of blood or minced meat could be seen on the high platform at the end, and the two little girls had disappeared.
Sitting in a bell-tower-shaped building less than two hundred meters away from the cathedral were eleven men armed with various weapons. They were not wearing any armor. They were all wearing long black trench coats, wide-brimmed hats, and leather boots and leather gloves.
, very standard blood hunting attire. Another thing this group of people have in common is that they wear a round badge the size of a fingernail on the left breast of their windbreakers. It is a small round table, a very unique badge.
This group of men were sitting around a dining table. There were several bottles of red wine and goblets on the table. It was strange that they were still in the mood to drink despite the heat outside.
Bang! A burly bearded man slapped his musket on the table. This guy was born with fiery red curly hair, and even his eyebrows and beard were fiery red. He reached for the wine bottle and poured himself a glass, and then
He picked up the cup and drank it all, smacked his lips and said: "These old guys in the Holy See are so damn stingy. They are only willing to give you the Holy Grail, and they also say that the Longinus spear is the weapon of the judge. In my opinion, it is clearly
Look down on us."
A thin-faced middle-aged man with a goatee beside him smiled lightly and patted the red-haired man on the shoulder and said: "Dear Jessette, the Longinus Spear is of similar value to the Holy Grail. One represents strength and the other represents wealth.
It is normal for the Holy See to choose to retain its power. With the Holy Grail, you can last longer when sleeping with the little widow."
Jesset seemed to be stimulated by Goatee's words, his eyes widened and he said: "Dago, what do you mean? You know I can last for two hours every time, and I don't need the help of the Holy Grail at all."
The goatee named Dago smiled, picked up an open bottle of red wine, put the bottle directly to his mouth, tilted his neck and drank a few sips, and asked with a smile: "Two hours? Didn't you spend two hours as a prelude?
Bar?"
As soon as Jesset heard this, he immediately felt unhappy and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by a two-hour prelude? Doesn't it make it clear that I can't do it? I'm talking about two hours of work, and it has nothing to do with the bullshit prelude."
Dago usually liked to tease Jesse and said with a smile: "It is said that the Holy Grail can be turned into the best tonic by filling it with water. If a man drinks it, it can greatly extend the duration of ml. If you don't believe it, you can ask Arthur."
After saying that, he naturally turned his attention to the blond man on the east side of the table. He was the leader of everyone here, Arthur.
After hearing the conversation between the two, Arthur took off a bulging leather bag from his waist and placed it on the table. He whispered: "The Holy Grail is here. Anyone who wants to taste the holy water can just use it.
This is the reward from everyone in the Holy See.”
The moment the leather bag was placed on the table, there was a middle-aged man in a priest's robe in a remote corner outside the door, watching all of this quietly. He saw the Holy Grail clearly through the leather bag.
He murmured to himself: "It's a very ordinary cup!"