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 the clanging sound of bells, 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. They 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 a vampire like Hannibal who became a monk halfway.

As a hunter, Daywalker is definitely a professional. Over the years, not only 10,000 but also 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."

Daofeng 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 walked up to Hannibal, looked at his situation, took out a tube of injection from his belt and gave Hannibal a shot without saying a word. "The Cain Blood Curse is quite troublesome.

But don’t worry, I have a solution.”

If there is anyone who knows vampires best in the world, it must be Blade. After all, he is an expert, and the others are also 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 was already very good. At least Hannibal would not look like him now.

That's what happened just now. I was 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 pulled out a few pieces of glass from his face and threw them away. Well, they were caused by the glass just hitting it, which affected his image a bit. Don't look at the fact that the blade has always been too cold.

, but 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 wear sunglasses no matter day or night... This guy really cares about his image.

have to.

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 seem to be old ghosts!"

Old ghost is the collective name given by Blade 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 each of these old immortal things is more cunning than the last, and they are most afraid of death. The blade does not encounter many prey like this, so it is rare to encounter it.

Three, 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 rushed to the street, and the noble family members led by the three adults were also pissed. He had no idea what else he could do. It was also at this time that the trial

Officer and Wednesday also came to the command room.

The judge looked at the surveillance screen with a livid face, and his whole person was not feeling well. As for Wednesday... I have to say, this old man is really lucky. The judge did not let him fight like the others, because Wednesday might still be very lucky now.

Weak, but that's because he is a human being. Measured by human standards, Wednesday is not only not weak, but very strong. Moreover, he is very old and still has such strength, which is already very amazing. Once such a person completes

First embrace...

The Ancient Blood Clan is very picky about new blood. Especially new blood like Wednesday, which is valued by the elders, cannot be wasted in vain. In a sense, Wednesday is more precious than those vampires who rush to the street.

The Judge felt that the worst situation had come now. Outside the hotel, there was originally a blood mint wandering around, and now a day walker 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 in person... Of course, he did not dare to say it. First of all, the identity of the Judge was too noble. All of them could die, but the Judge could not.

There were any mistakes. Secondly... he was not sure whether the judge's fate was really useful. If... then, it would be difficult for him to die even if he wanted 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 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!

Wednesday did not struggle, but was extremely excited. The commander also showed an envious look.

Just two seconds later, Wednesday's originally saggy skin began to become tight again, his 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 judge was about to retreat. He had been given up. He needed to stay to break up the rear, and he even needed to sacrifice himself to give the three adults a chance to retreat.

Wednesday had no complaints about this. This was originally what he was pursuing. 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 make him even more sorry for himself, so he

Willing to stay.

The judge took one last look at the monitor, and she knew that this time the operation had failed. The Continental Hotel in New York had been completely removed from the list. The loss was so great, and she didn'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 subordinates.

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 on the other side had already started to attack. Against vampires, he never beeped too much and just started to attack. Before Hannibal had time to prepare, the blade threw out a dart. Hannibal felt himself

Due to his physical condition, after thinking about it, he decided to forget it and leave it to Dao Feng to take the lead and use his gun.

The Holy Killer was pulled out and the popping sound was continuous, and it was pressed towards 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 they can restrain vampires, this kind of old ghost cannot lose half of his life after being scratched by a silver sword like ordinary vampires. Their resistance to silver is still good, so instead of doing this, it is better to use a silver-plated chain hammer.

, weighing far more than ordinary weapons, it can easily break their bones, reduce their movement and attack speed, and then use the silver sword to inflict fatal injuries.

The blade held the hammer handle 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 robe was a little slower, the rotating hammer head passed over his head. If his head hadn't imitated a turtle and shrunk so fast, it would have left many holes in his head.

The three men in black robes below had to be careful. They did not expect that after so many years, they would still recall the power of medieval antique weapons. If the blades were used with guns or swords, they would still have the confidence to rely on the special characteristics of their bodies and armors.

He resisted hard and fought at close range. In the end, Blade used a chain hammer.

The only thing they can suppress the opponent is their movement speed. Only with this, can they have a chance to deliver a fatal blow. However, they have long been accustomed to fighting with speed. They have never fought a hard battle without speed, and they have changed for a while.

Don't come.

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 continuously!

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 stand up

The Holy Killer in his hand blocked 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 adapted quickly.

Changes after first embracing.

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 three black-robed men who coordinated the attack and blocked some of the blade's dodge routes. The three black-robed men were immediately overjoyed when they saw this situation. If the blade could be dealt with, then the Han who had not yet had to deal with the influence of Cain's blood curse would

Nibal is much easier to deal with.

It's just that they were just happy, and they didn't expect that their slight distraction would 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 robes on the left.
To be continued...