Chapter 88 Hunting Vampires

On the eve of dawn, the rain poured down. ?

Time passed by little by little, and when the sun should have risen early in the morning, the sky was still dark and late. Baron Fermoy looked up and saw that the sky was covered by dark clouds, the sky was as dark as twilight, only the sound of water pouring could be heard in his ears, the rain covered his eyes and the sky, and the passenger ship on the vast Suez Canal slowly passed by him , The siren sound awakened many British soldiers who were still in their dreams.

Baron Fermoy said coldly: "It's time!"

He put on a raincoat, pulled out a black umbrella from the office door, covered his head and walked into the heavy rain. His black boots stepped on the muddy water, splashing nearly a foot of muddy water. The heavy rain washed everything in front of him, gathering It became a muddy current, forming puddles of muddy water in the open space of the camp.

Even Baron Fermoy couldn't help stepping on the mud. When he came to the center of the camp, there were already a considerable number of British soldiers busy here. They carried real guns and live ammunition, and several drivers braved the heavy rain to overhaul There are a few troop trucks carrying people, and the rest are already lined up and ready to leave at any time.

Among these soldiers, there appeared a row of black-clad priests. They were solemn, silent and orderly. Dozens of them stood together without making a sound, which made Baron Fermoy secretly nod.

He is worthy of being the elite of the Holy Communion, a priest who has been fighting against dark creatures all year round.

The old bishop was supported by an attendant and came from behind. He saw Baron Fermoy's serious face and said: "If it is this kind of weather, the strength of those vampires will not be weakened much. And the heavy rain will bring Come chaos and trouble..."

Baron Fermoy said in a deep voice, "We will minimize the trouble!"

The old bishop glared at him, and snorted: "Don't underestimate dark creatures. Those who can survive the pursuit of humans must have something to look at. In the process of Great Britain conquering the world, we have seen too many creatures. What an incredible thing. The evil gods worshiped by the aborigines, the hidden evil species, the dangerous black magic and so on...there are too many!"

"But the thing that showed up in Cairo not long ago was one of the toughest things I've ever seen."

"Imorton, the greatest high priest in ancient Egypt... since the resurrection of the curse, he has become even more terrifying. But there is still someone in Cairo who can fight him. This person should be the mastermind behind the Eye of Horus we are looking for .”

"Be careful with him! Although we have brought nearly half of the power of the Anglican Church, and dispatched to the Gurkha mercenary camp, those mysterious existences that we control and hire, but you still have to be careful. This is the revelation of the Lord! May the Lord bless us... ..."

"God bless!" whispered Baron Fermoy.

Dozens of priests in black boarded the troop carrier, several trucks were neatly loaded with hundreds of British soldiers, many of whom were selected from the colonies, dozens of cavalry rushed out first, and they braved the heavy rain Opening the road ahead and guarding the convoy, dozens of small indigenous soldiers walked through the woodland on both sides.

The convoy slowly drove towards the target along the road of the base. African mercenaries with spears and bows ran vigorously on both sides of the road. Their speed was extremely fast, and they stepped on the muddy water with bare feet, and their speed was no less than that of the truck next to them.

These soldiers marched in the rain, but the rain did not block their vision at all.

As for the cavalry slowly advancing with the convoy, with Damascus-shaped scimitars on their waists, they crawled on their horses, and their figures undulated slightly as the horses galloped. You can pull out the scimitar at your waist at any time and tear all enemies in front of you to pieces.

The purpose of these people is a sub-camp not far from the main camp. The priests in black have targeted a large number of officers there who have been transformed into vampires. Under the cover of heavy rain, they want to clean up these hardest-hit areas one by one. Lose.

Chen Ang was standing on the bow of the whistled passenger ship, and was slowly driving downstream along the waterway. Looking from the Suez Canal, he could still see Baron Fermoy's convoy driving side by side with them. Chen Ang watched Looking at the people who were traveling with them, they were already approaching the camp. At the gate of the camp was Baron Fermoy's men. He saw the baron himself sitting on the passenger seat of the road-breaking truck, and opened the checkpoint without saying a word. , put the whole convoy in.

The movement here alarmed the British soldiers in the camp. They watched nervously as Baron Fermoy jumped out of the car in the rain without taking his umbrella, and then one by one elite gendarmes jumped out of the bad car behind them. Behind Baron Fermoy, they organized their own formation. To the surprise of these soldiers, a group of priests in black priest uniforms followed behind.

Baron Fermoy looked at the soldiers who were poking their heads at the gate of the barracks, and said sharply: "Now, for the sake of national security and counter-espionage missions in Great Britain, we have tangible evidence to prove that there are German spies in this camp, and all soldiers are now prohibited from entering or leaving the barracks." , All of them are waiting for me in the barracks!"

"Those who leave their own rooms without permission will be dealt with by military law; those who resist with guns and weapons will be executed on the spot; everyone stays on their own beds, and when the military police come in, put their hands behind their heads and lie on their stomachs with their backs to the door! Not allowed Communication, prying eyes are not allowed, now your only task is to hold your head on the bed. Otherwise, the military police will have the right to execute you!"

The orderlies loudly repeated the orders of Baron Fermoy, and the soldiers accompanying the baron had been divided into small groups and entered the camp for inspection. They first drove the soldiers who were still outside the number room into the number room, and guarded the checkpoints and At the door, when Baron Fermoy stepped into the barracks, these teams had already broken into the first target room.

The captain of the gendarmerie, looking at the roster in his hand, said to an officer in the number room: "Are you first-class warrant officer Hyman?"

Hyman stood up from the bed, looked at the military police and said, "Yes, sir! What's the matter?"

"Please come with us!" The captain of the gendarmerie squad said expressionlessly. Heyman didn't say anything, but looked at the black-clothed priest behind him, and sneered in a low voice: "It seems that you have spotted us!"

The gendarmes immediately clasped the guns in their hands, and the priest who was watching by Hyman also pressed his right hand on the Bible on his chest. He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "You guys..." At this moment, Hyman An officer at the back suddenly jumped up. He lowered his head and rushed out like a wild boar. Before the military police could react, he slammed into their flesh and blood.

The gendarmes clearly heard the sound of his bones breaking. The black-clothed priest, who was protected by everyone, felt a pain in his chest, and a fishy sweetness gushed out from his lungs. He pressed down and was about to stab into the violent officer, at this moment Hyman jumped up high and threw himself on him.

The sharp claws tore open his artery in an instant, Hyman leaned on his neck and gulped down his blood, while another blood had slaughtered the military police, Hyman rushed out of the cell with the corpse, Gunshots were heard from all directions.

However, most of them were blocked by his corpse in front of him. Occasionally, one or two fish slipped through the net, embedded in Heyman's body, and were quickly squeezed out by the healing muscles. Heyman went straight to the place with the most debris in the bunker, intending He escaped with the help of cover. At this time, a white light shot from behind hit his back. Heyman screamed and turned into ashes in the white light.

And another blood clan who escaped with him was also hit in the heart by a silver bullet soaked in holy water.

Heyman's resistance seemed to have opened the curtain of riots. Dozens of blood races chose to attack suddenly at this moment. Some of them were immediately shot dead by the gendarmerie, but most of them started a massacre among the gendarmerie, but were killed by the priest in black Seeing an opportunity, Baron Fermoy calmly watched the riots in the camp. He only dispatched a sniper when the enemy rushed out of the cell.

But this is a minority after all, and most of the blood races were successfully confined by them in a relatively small and single space. The priest in black killed and wounded the exposed blood races with astonishing efficiency.

Under the command of Baron Fermoy, they were always cut and separated on a narrow battlefield. Even the most dominant blood clan just killed all the gendarmerie squad and huddled in the number room to resist with all their strength. 8