"Do you think you can end our great holy war?!" The blond young man shouted angrily before Zehart could reply. The loud decibels made people feel some pain in the eardrums. He raised his rifle and aimed randomly in all directions.
But he didn't dare to shoot rashly, "Get out of here, I want to show you Sabet's power!"
"Sabet!" Zehart immediately pressed the blond young man's rifle and looked at him seriously, "Calm down, attacking rashly will only make us passive."
He knew very well that the man who called himself Otto Weil was not lying. Especially when he tried to link all the communicators from a dedicated line, he became even more convinced of this. Except for their group, almost everyone
All online communications become busy or noisy, which only means one thing - the communicator has been damaged or is not in use!
Although this can be accomplished with EMP bombs and physical damage, neither of these is a reason to stop him from advancing rashly.
Whether it was the loss of contact with almost all team members in an instant, or the frightened words that appeared in the communicator just now, these all made Zehart very concerned. But the current situation was not suitable for them to divide more people to confirm the situation - especially
He couldn't be sure whether the opponent was another elite demon hunting team that was well-equipped and capable of quickly killing vampires lurking in the shadows, or whether a high-level vampire solved all this in a way that he couldn't understand.
Otherwise, according to normal circumstances, if this kind of problem occurs, someone will eventually come out to report it.
He is just an eighth-generation vampire, and he is still in the stage of ignorance and exploration about bloodline, let alone the magic that has become a legend. Moreover, compared to those things, Zehart believes more in the guns and cannons in his hands. From some angles, these modern technological products
It's really convenient.
After all, these things that can actually cause damage are more convincing than illusory "vampire powers".
But the fact that most of the damage was lost before the success was achieved was enough to sound the alarm for him who relies on firearms - this operation is likely to encounter old guys who cannot be dealt with with modern weapons. Although it has been heard in the clan, but
After all, he has never seen the elders of the clan take action, so he has insufficient knowledge of the strength of these ancient antiques that have lived for hundreds of thousands of years.
"Retreat!" He made a temporary retreat gesture to his companions around him, and then took the lead to retreat to the originally hidden place.
"Zerhat!" The blond young man glared at him, regardless of whether this was the enemy's base camp, he quickly walked over and grabbed his collar, "How dare you run away from the battle?! You want to let Master Asem down?"
Do you trust me?!"
"I don't think we can continue our operations under the current circumstances." Zehart slapped his hand away and replied coldly, "We have lost too many manpower. It is not wise to sit still and wait for death - we need more
Many coping strategies.”
"Wise? No, this is the wisest choice!" Sabet still shouted in his passionate tone. "It's more time to attack at this time! Attack when they think we are going to retreat! Those cowards
The guy probably just used some evil ways to suppress our compatriots! Or..."
Sabet pointed the anti-material rifle in his hand at Zehat's head.
"Are you questioning our family? Questioning our strength?"
At the same time as Sabet made such a move, Zehart even heard the sound of other people loading their weapons. With the vampire's extraordinary perception, the sound alone could determine the current situation - someone put the muzzle of the gun
Some pointed their guns at him, and some pointed their guns at Sabet... The atmosphere that had been a little tense because of that damn guy suddenly became tense.
"No." The corner of Zehart's mouth twitched, and he secretly cursed the guy named Ottoville in his heart, but now he could only continue to think of a slightly "euphemistic" way to reason with the impulsive guy in front of him——
He knew very well that further intensification of internal strife would send his group of people into the arms of Satan, "You have to know, we..."
"Have you finished discussing it? Should you run away with your tail between your legs...or die in an 'honorable' battle?"
A slightly hoarse male voice came from the two people's headphones, and the lazy and slightly mocking tone stung Sabet's nerves.
"Don't be arrogant! Damn you guy!" Sabet immediately turned his head and looked towards Toledo's manor. "Are you just going to hide and say these innocuous words?!"
"of course not……"
What responded to him was the slightly smiling voice of the man in the earphones, and the swirling shadow that gradually rose up in front of Sabet!
Sabet let out a strange cry, and the rifle in his hand began to release firepower crazily, just like a signal to start a war, and several tongues of flame were released on the target in front of him.
But nothing works!
In that shadow, there was no sound of anything being hit, and the fire that should have appeared disappeared at the moment of the hit. Instead, it was like a terrifying black hole that was constantly expanding. It was destroyed in an instant before others could react.
Block areas are swallowed up!
The shadow did not cause any harm to them, but it obscured everything they could observe.
There was no sky, no earth, and the insect chirping at night stopped abruptly at this moment, not to mention the Manor of the Torre family that was still brightly lit just now, and even they themselves couldn't see themselves, if they hadn't been able to see clearly.
If they touch the cold guns in their hands, they may have already gone crazy.
Just when the team was in shock, the man's voice appeared in their ears again, but this time it was no longer in the communicator!
"It's just that the outcome of this battle was doomed from the beginning."
What did that guy do!? Zehart raised his hand with a strange look on his face, and a shadow was caught in his hand, but it quickly dissipated - it was a kind of "mist" that was visible to the naked eye and seemed to be substantial.
”.
Sabet, who was still not far in front of him, has disappeared from his sight. This incomprehensible method is obviously not a technological product in any sense! There are no enemies in the field of vision, and no friends can be seen, except for himself.
,Nothing at all.
This meant that he was unable to make effective evasive actions, let alone provide effective support to his teammates, as if... he was deliberately separated by this fog.
But he could still smell, hear, and feel the fact that they were still alive, and the vampire's perception was not affected much.
Is magic... or special powers or something like that... a simple deception? He frowned. In his opinion, people with sufficient strength don't need such small means.
Just like the Lord Yasem he admired, every move he made seemed to be an aesthetic intertwined with blood and violence. As a hunter, he enjoyed the joy of hunting - those prey never escaped.
The situation will only lead to the abyss of despair in the struggle.
But soon, he knew that he was terribly wrong, and a series of screams came from his ears, just like before!
"My hand...ahhhhh!!! My hand!!!"
The first person to be attacked was Sabet, who had uttered wild words before. His voice seemed to be still not far away, and the wailing at this time was more clear and terrifying than what was heard in the headphones - the trigger was pulled,
The sound of gunpowder firing seemed to be swallowed up by the fog, and Sabet's wailing was accompanied by the sound of metal and flesh being cut. Zehart could even see some of the damage caused by this attack.
The "result" - flying towards him, was a forearm still holding the trigger and half of the firearm!
Zehart's expression froze.
For vampires, blood is life, energy and strength, so that every part of the body can actually be understood as "blood". This is also the origin of vampires' tenacious vitality - even the arms of high-level vampires
Even if it is cut off, it will recover quickly, and even the cut off limb will be turned into blood and returned to itself.
Sabet didn't even have time to make an instinctive move? While he was still in shock, the voices in his ears had stopped, and then what appeared in front of him was Sabet's body. Sabet
Te Yi turned his back to him as before, but now he was flying backwards towards Zehart.
Zehart subconsciously reached out his hand and caught him. The horrified expression on Sabet's face made it seem like he was scared to death, but the frighteningly wide hole in his chest told others the cause of death - just
It's like the effect of being completely penetrated by a wide medieval infantry sword, but this is not the actual cause of a vampire's death.
Some blood-red crystals appeared in Sabet's wound, and they were gradually moving around at a slow speed visible to the naked eye. However, Zehart's sight was obscured by the tactical uniform, and he was unable to observe carefully. Suddenly, there was a sound coming from the earphones.
The terrifying sound also made him put down his weapon and check the wound.
Zehart suddenly thought of something, and turned his head sharply to look at Sabet's broken arm that fell on the ground - not even a trace of blood flowed out of the wound, but the same blood-red crystals formed, and began to
Eating away at other bodies that are still intact.
He even faintly heard the sound that only appeared when it was quickly frozen, like the sound of ice cubes rubbing against each other!
What the hell is this?!
Zehart was so frightened that he dropped Sabet's body, which was about to be completely turned into crystal by that terrible phenomenon, and took a few steps back. He didn't know what words to use to describe this weird situation, but he instinctively
Feeling afraid.
Although he didn't know what happened, Zehart seemed to have understood the opponent's method of quickly killing vampires.
Zehart realized that this operation had failed, and they had been reduced from hunters to prey. This elite team was completely wiped out when attacking the weakest "secret" base area, and as the commander, he himself also
He will die here with no chance of survival.
But before that, he must inform Lord Asem in advance! Only the powerful Lord Asem can wash away their shame and deal with this weird and terrifying guy.
Zehart thought so, and immediately took action - he had to leave here, leave this fog, return to the city, and return to the place where Master Asem rested temporarily.
Regardless of whether there was anything behind him, Zehart turned around and left, and took out a finely crafted jewelry from his arms. The blood-colored gemstones on it exuded a subtle light, and a faint magic power flowed out of it.
Zehart cut his wrist without hesitation and let the gem soak with his blood.
Strangely, the blood that should have been scattered on the ground was absorbed by this gem, the light dissipated, and a deep and powerful power was attached to Zehart.
Although he was unwilling to admit the illusory magic, he could indeed use it. This sacred object polished by the family elders had helped him hunt or escape from danger more than once.
It greatly enhanced his perception and gave Zehart a body far stronger and more powerful than usual.
This is not without side effects, but what side effects could be more tragic than death?
"Next...you will be the last one, right?"
The hoarse and plain voice seemed to be near him. Zehart could feel that something he could not understand appeared in front of him. Some mist accompanied the man's voice and condensed in front of Zehart's eyes, like
Like a rising black-purple flame, it continues to grow.
The next moment, a man suddenly appeared from the flames.
The slightly aged pale face shows that he is also a vampire. The red coat is painted with complex and incomprehensible stripes, and is lined with a seemingly ordinary leather coat. A huge sword with a skull hilt is carried on his shoulder, and the broad blade is painted with
The lines on his face exude a dim red light, and he looks like he is specially dressed for being addicted to a virtual character - as long as his blond hair is dyed silver, he will really be the most famous demon hunter in a certain work.
.
Obviously, this guy is Ottoville, and his clothes and sword were kindly sponsored by Janet, who was led astray by Lily.
Zehart's reaction was not slow. The moment he saw someone appearing, he pulled the trigger of the anti-equipment rifle in his hand. The attack that could instantly shatter a person's limbs into pieces was unleashed around his target, passing through the gem.
After strengthening, he can sense everything around him. Even if these weapons cannot kill him, they can buy him some time.
Judging from Zehart's past experience, the opponent has no chance to escape.
"Where are you looking?"
A ghostly voice came from behind him, and he subconsciously took out the military thorn on his lower back and stabbed it behind him.
However, a hand that was not strong blocked his knife-holding hand, and then, a big sword penetrated his chest from behind.
"You!" Zehart looked at the big sword on his chest in disbelief, "How..."
"Are you surprised?" Ottoville replied lightly, "I wasn't there, what you hit was just a mirror image..."
Zehart's body was shaking violently, not knowing whether it was because of anger or pain. A strange phenomenon began to appear in the part pierced by the sword blade - countless crystals were produced from his wounds, and like Sabet's body, they began to
It spread to every part of his body.
He subconsciously wanted to use his own blood to rebuild some complete organs, but he was horrified to find that what he had vaguely guessed before was correct - the crystal was inhibiting his regeneration ability, and even after he tried to regenerate with blood,
Instead, it accelerated the crystallization process, and these crystals gradually cut off his control over his body.
This process was not fast. He could clearly feel every change in his body, as helpless as a criminal in ancient Egypt who was tortured by insects...
"You...are...a...witcher?!" Zehart turned to look at Ottovel with an unbelievable expression on his face. He coughed violently and spit out some dirty chunks from his mouth.
Before it fell, it transformed into small crystals and fell to the ground. "This... method..."
"Whether you believe it or not, I am a vampire just like you..." Ottoville said in as calm a tone as possible, but after he finished speaking, he looked at his outfit and reluctantly added, "Clothes and
The weapon was chosen by my girlfriend... Although it looks a bit like a witcher... Okay, this is a bit too fancy. In short, this outfit is indeed what I need. It's a piece of equipment that can be completely 'engraved'.
."
However, Zehart could no longer hear Ottovel's words. Like the other members of his team, he had turned into a human-shaped crystal.
"Haha... I really saw an interesting scene..." Just as Ottoville sighed, took out the sword from the completely lifeless corpse and was about to leave, a cold and frivolous voice spoke in Ottoville's voice.
Tovel's ears rang.
When?! Ottoville turned around suddenly, only to find that there was no one behind him!
The fog never dissipated, and the dark mist that seemed to be real still enveloped this area, but the sound that was so close at that moment sounded the alarm in the heart of Ottoville, who was slightly disappointed.
"Where are you looking?"
With a huge roar, the large-caliber bullets grazed Ottoville's cheeks, clothes, and various parts of his limbs, but Ottoville's clothes lit up with a dim red light, and the simple and practical runes instantly offset the impact.
harm to the body.
Blood flowed from the narrow wound on his face.
Just like what Ottoville said to Zehart when he killed Zehart before, but the other party didn't seem to kill Otwell with one hit like Ottower did to Zehart. Instead, it seemed like he was teasing a mouse.
Cat-like playing with Ottoville.
He already knew where Ottoville, who thought he was safe, was.
Just like what Ottoville said to Zehart when he killed Zehart before, but the other party didn't seem to kill Otwell with one hit like Ottower did to Zehart. Instead, it seemed like he was teasing a mouse.
Cat-like playing with Ottoville.
"Do you just want to play hide-and-seek games?" The man's originally frivolous tone was even more mocking, "Or are you saying that you are ugly and cannot be seen by others?"
"It seems...you are their leader." Ottoville wiped away the blood from the scar on his face with a calm expression - this wound is indeed nothing in terms of the vampire's recovery power, but this kind of action can be regarded as
Tell him some pretty important news, "You will pay for your arrogance."
Ottoville said calmly, removing the shadow mist, and countless shadows returned to his feet, surging like flames. The darkness faded, and the soft moonlight once again illuminated the land.
A young blond man wearing a pitch-black high-collared cloak and gently shaking the goblet in his right hand appeared in Ottoville's field of vision. It is worth noting that this man was actually wearing pure white under the pitch-black cloak.
The dress is as conspicuous as a bright light in the dark night, "I will give you some time to escape and find a way to please me, so maybe I will let you live a little longer... Haha..."
Ottoville narrowed his eyes and sneered at the corner of his mouth - the big fish he was waiting for tonight was actually delivered to his door!