It would not be difficult for the seven blood lords to fight to the death to capture Hughes, but they would definitely have to pay a price, and they might even lose one or two lives. This is the result they least want to see, as the saying goes.
It is better to live than to die. No one is willing to die for a chance to advance. If they really lose the territory, it will only be an advantage for others.
This group of scheming old bats wanted the second generation of pure blood, but they didn't want Dracula Cage to defeat the Holy See. While attacking Hughes, they also took the time to observe the big shot of the blood race, and found that this big shot was not as good as Dracula.
What he said was so powerful, and he couldn't feel any vampire aura from him, and he even began to secretly suspect that someone was playing tricks on him.
Xu Qing was always guarding the female knight Caesarine with a big sword in his hand. It was not that he had any special thoughts about this female knight who looked exactly like Monroe, but that he was so idle that he could only be around this woman.
Only then can a few dark creatures come forward to deliver food, and you can take the opportunity to stretch your muscles and bones.
Under the protection of Hughes and the black-robed priests, the Templars suffered few casualties. In the fierce battle for nearly two hours, no more than ten people were killed or injured. However, everyone's physical energy was greatly consumed, and the weapons in their hands felt heavier and heavier.
If this continues, it won't take long for the camp to collapse, and then the only option other than death will be to become a prisoner.
The seven lords hovering in the air looked at each other, opened their mouths in vain and let out a scream. The whistle was as shrill and melodious as the cry of a night owl, spreading far in the air.
"Everyone, be careful, these old bats are summoning their descendants!" Hughes shouted, the spear in his hand penetrated like a silver snake, and accurately pierced the chest of the werewolf on the opposite side, and lifted its entire body away with a movement of his arms.
go out.
Zhizhi - There were bursts of sharp cries in the sky, making the people's eardrums sore. Looking up, I saw dark clouds rolling in the sky, and thousands of huge black bats.
They flew out from the clouds and swarmed towards the people from all directions. When they flew about ten meters above the ground, they instantly transformed into bat-winged vampires, holding various sharp weapons to kill them.
This group of vampires are tall and burly, with ferocious faces. Their sharp claws can emit light in the dark, and each of them exudes a strong aura. Compared with them, the previous vampires are just malnourished.
Dwarfs, these vampires are the real warriors.
Each of the seven vampire lords had their own agenda. They issued an attack order to the descendants hiding in the clouds in order to get rid of this group of Templars before Dracula came back. It would be best to deal with the so-called vampire big shot as well.
In this way, there will be a legitimate reason to obtain remuneration, so as not to lose sight of the facts.
The high-level Vampires descended from the sky like a group of well-trained warriors, waving their weapons to challenge the Templar Knights. The seven lords flapped their wings and flew over at the right time, entangling the most powerful Hughes.
For the exhausted Templars, this was a real nightmare.
A vampire holding a short knife jumped towards Xu Qing, his blood-red eyes flashed with a chilling light that made people palpitate. The blade of the knife turned and stabbed straight into his throat, and he struck out fiercely without any hesitation.
Xu Qing frowned, and the long sword in his hand turned into a clap, hitting the vampire's cheek impartially. A three-finger-wide red mark was printed on the pale cheek, and he didn't know it was stained with the blood of the werewolf.
It stands to reason that the vampire who attacked Xu Qing would retreat knowingly after being hit, but the sword-wielding vampire in front of him was knocked down and immediately got up. The short knife in his hand squeaked strangely and rushed forward again, holding
The palm of the knife was lowered, and the tip of the knife stabbed straight into his lower abdomen. However, when it was still an inch away from his body, it felt like an iron plate had been pierced. No matter how hard I tried, the tip of the knife could not advance even half an inch.
"Paralysis, is it over yet?" Xu Qing cursed in his heart. The sword tip thrust by the vampires had been blocked by the protective aura. What was annoying was that the guy in front of him was still exerting force, and his posture seemed like
You have to stick the knife in.
"Get lost!" Xu Qing felt angry in his heart. He shouted and kicked the vampire in the chin, sending it flying several meters away. It was better to turn it into a gourd than lose its head.
Just as he kicked one away, a gleaming dagger stretched out from the left and right sides, both heading towards Xu Qing's armpits. When he glanced at it, it turned out that it was two other vampires who had launched a sneak attack. These two guys were equally ruthless.
It's spicy. It's obvious that I don't take him seriously.
Xu Qing was depressed now. He was only thinking about the bloodletting clan, but he didn't expect that someone would kill him instead. He didn't know how Dracula arranged it.
"Get out of here!" Xu Qing shouted in a low voice. The long sword in his right hand blocked an incoming dagger, and his left elbow directly hit the chin of another vampire. There was only a cracking sound, and the guy's chin was hit by a crack.
His bones must have been cracked, and his jaw was also dislocated.
These high-ranking vampires are all descendants of the seven lords. These guys are here to kill people. No one will pay attention to Dracula's orders. They only have one thing to do, kill all the Templars, which naturally includes
Xu Qing, if he stupidly sticks to his principles now, he will only become the target of more vampires to kill him.
"Kill!" The long sword in Caesarine's hand beside her pierced the chest of a tall and powerful Vampire. However, the tip of the sword missed half an inch and did not hit the heart. The Vampire was brave enough and grabbed it with his backhand without saying a word.
He turned his head to the side of the sword, opened his mouth and bit the female knight's neck. He seemed to feel that the next moment, the delicious blood would flow down his mouth into his throat and then into his stomach. This was a very wonderful feeling.
Caesarine drew her sword back fiercely, but the vampire's strength was too great. Instead, she took her forward two steps. Just as she was about to snatch it again, a cold air suddenly brushed behind her neck. It was over.
!A thought flashed through her mind. If nothing unexpected happened, the skin on her neck would definitely be pierced by the fangs.
Chi! It was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the skin. Catherine shuddered and closed her eyes subconsciously. She was tired from the repeated fierce battles. Even holding a sword to stab was quite difficult. She might die under the fangs of the vampires.
A kind of relief. She was destined to have today's fate ever since she became a Templar. What's the difference between sooner and later?
"Fool, what are you thinking about?" A magnetic male voice sounded from her ears. Catherine felt another airflow blowing on her neck, this time it was hot. Her eyelashes jumped and she opened her eyes, only to see the black man.
The robed priest calmly pulled out the long sword from the vampire's open mouth, and chopped off an ugly head with one sweep.