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The man flew in like a meteor and kicked the third black-robed man on the waist. The third black-robed man flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the counter more than ten meters away with a bang. With the sound of ding-dong and ding-dong, he was deeply buried in the ruins.

The other two black-robed men also retreated at the first time and stood between the shadow and his companions.

"Daywalker!"

The two black-robed men exclaimed. They looked at the intruder with horror and called out the name that could scare a lot of people in the blood clan. Compared with Hannibal, a half-way vampire hunter, Daywalker is definitely a professional. Over the years, there are at least 8,000 vampires who died in his hands.

So although Daywalker may not be as strong as Hannibal, his prestige accumulated over time is definitely far better than Hannibal.

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Hannibal knelt on one knee on the ground, gently wiped the blood from his mouth, and greeted the Daywalker with a smile: "Hi, brother, long time no see."

Blade pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Long time no see... It seems that you are not in good condition."

"Tsk... It's a bit embarrassing... I almost capsized. I underestimated these blood-sucking bugs." Hannibal said with a little embarrassment.

Blade walked to Hannibal's side, looked at his condition, took out a tube of injection from his belt and shot Hannibal without saying a word. "Cain Blood Curse, it's a troublesome thing, but don't worry, I have a way."

If there is anyone in the world who knows vampires best, it must be Blade. After all, he is an expert, and he is also a half-vampire, absolutely professional.

After the injection, Hannibal felt much better. The symptoms were fading, but the speed was a bit slow. It would take at least a few days to completely eliminate them. But it was already very good. At least Hannibal would not be like before. He could barely fight.

"Huh... I'm saved." Hannibal stood up shakily.

Blade didn't pay attention to Hannibal anymore. He knew that Hannibal had other trump cards and would not die so easily.

Then he turned his head to look at the two men in black robes, and pulled off the pieces of glass on his face and threw them away. Well, that was caused by hitting the glass just now, which affected his image. Although Blade has always been too cold, he is actually quite sultry. After all, there are few people in this world who dress so cool 365 days a year, and wear sunglasses day and night... This guy cares about his image.

He looked at the two black-robed men and smiled a little, but it must be said that his smile... was better than not smiling, it was too scary: "You seem to be old ghosts!"

Old ghosts are the general name that Blade uses for those vampires who have lived for a long time.

Vampires are more powerful as they get older.

Generally speaking, these old ghosts are big figures in the vampire world, and these old immortals are more cunning than each other, and they are most afraid of death. Blade doesn't encounter many prey like this, so he was excited when he encountered three of them.

Crashed!

The black-robed man who was kicked away by Blade just now lifted up the debris and stood up, and walked between the two black-robed men with an ugly face.

"Hannibal... Blade..."

At this time, the commander in the command room had completely lost his temper. All his team members had fallen to the ground, and the noble families led by the three adults had also died. He had no idea what else he could do. It was also at this time that the Inquisitor and Wednesday came to the command room.

The judge looked at the surveillance screen with a sullen face, and he felt bad. As for Wednesday... I have to say, this old man is really lucky. The judge did not let him fight to the death like the others, because Wednesday might still be very weak now, but that's because he is a human. If measured by human standards, Wednesday is not only not weak, but very strong. Moreover, he is already very old, and he still has such strength, which is already amazing. Once such a person completes the first embrace...

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

The judge felt that it was the worst situation now. There was already a blood mint wandering outside the hotel, and now there is a daywalker...

"Do we have any other options now?" The judge asked.

The commander opened his mouth. In fact, there was one last way, which was to let the judge himself come down... Of course, he didn't dare to say it. First of all, the status of the judge is too noble. All of them can die, but the judge cannot make any mistakes. Secondly... he is not sure whether the judge's end is really useful. If... at that time, he will have a hard time dying.

"... No." The commander felt that he would die if he went back, but in order to die more easily, he still gave advice diligently: "The best way for us now... is to stop the loss."

The implication is to run away as soon as possible. At least the judge should retreat first.

From beginning to end, he did not mention the killers in the mainland hotel.

It's meaningless.

The judge was silent for a long time.

"Wednesday..."

"Yes!"

Wednesday lowered his head, but the judge grabbed Wednesday's neck and bit it hard!

Instead of struggling, Wednesday was filled with excitement. The commander also showed an envious look.

Just two seconds later, Wednesday's originally loose skin began to become tight again, his originally slightly rickety 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 Inquisitors were retreating. He was kind of given up. He needs to stay and break up the rear, and even needs to sacrifice himself to give the three adults a chance to retreat.

Wednesday has no complaints about this. This is what he originally pursued. 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 be even more sorry for himself, so he was willing to stay.

The judge took one last look at the monitor, and she knew that this time the operation failed. The Continental Hotel in New York has been completely removed from the list. With such a huge loss, they don'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 men.

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.

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The blade over there has already started to attack directly. Against vampires, he never beeps too much and just starts to attack. Before Hannibal could prepare, the blade threw a dart. Hannibal felt his physical condition, thought about it, and decided to forget it. He would take the lead and leave it to Blade to use his gun.

The Holy Killer was pulled out and the popping sound continued as it pressed toward 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 he can restrain vampires, this kind of old ghost cannot lose half his life after being scratched by a silver sword like ordinary vampires. Their resistance to silver is quite good, so instead of doing this, it is better to use a silver-plated chain hammer, which is much heavier than ordinary weapons. It can easily break their bones and reduce their movement and attack speed, and then use a silver sword to finish the damage. Causing fatal injuries.

The blade held the handle of the chain hammer 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 robes was a little slower, the rotating hammer head passed by him. If his head hadn't imitated a turtle and shrunk very fast, it would have left many holes in his head. This made the remaining three men in black robes have to be careful. They did not expect that after so many years, they would still recall the power of medieval antique weapons. If the swordsman uses a gun or a sword, they still have the confidence to use their body's special characteristics and armor to resist and fight at close range. As a result, Blade used a chain hammer.

The only thing they can suppress each other with is their movement speed. Only by relying on this can they have a chance to strike a fatal blow. However, they have long been accustomed to fighting with speed. They have never fought a hard battle without speed, and they cannot change it for a while.

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 repeatedly!

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 raise the Holy Killer in his hand to block 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 quickly adapted to the changes after his first embrace.

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 could also see 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 man in black robe who coordinated the attack with three consecutive attacks, blocking some of the blade's dodge routes. The three men in black robes were immediately overjoyed when they saw this situation. If they could clean up the blade, it would be much easier to deal with Hannibal, who had not yet been affected by Cain's blood curse.

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!

Blade roared, bursting out with power far beyond human beings, the chain hammer in his hand made a humming sound, and the hammer head blurred in the eyes of the three black-robed men. The next moment, the hammer head landed on the lower abdomen of the black-robed man on the left, which was also his biggest gap.

Bang!

The air seemed to be filled with ripples of vibrations, and the black-robed man did not even scream, turned into a black shadow, and flew out like a cannonball.

Obviously, Blade had just concealed something, and did not use his full strength, waiting for the opportunity to trick these vampires. As a result, the three old ghosts obviously underestimated Blade's strength and gave him a chance!

It was also at this time that the Saint Killer in Hannibal's hand opened fire.

A bullet was fired at the other black-robed man who reacted and wanted to take the opportunity to attack Blade! In order to distinguish, let's call the black-robed man who was knocked away No. 1 Black Robe, and the guy who wanted to take the opportunity to attack Blade No. 2 Black Robe, and the remaining one is No. 3.

Number Two decisively chose to save his life between attacking the blade and dodging bullets while risking being hit by the Saint Killer.

The guy tiptoed and dodged the bullet like a spinning top. ,

The Saint Killer is not good at this. Its firing rate is not fast, which is very consistent with the status of an antique gun. It is naturally no problem to deal with ordinary people, but it is really not good enough to deal with such an old ghost. This is why the Elder Guxue is willing to reward Wednesday with the Saint Killer, which is so awesome.

After all, this thing is powerful, but it is useless if it can't hit people.

It was also at this time that Wednesday pulled the trigger twice at Hannibal.

Ding!

Hannibal blocked a bullet with the gun of the Saint Killer again.

But the other bullet ricocheted and bounced on a metal dinner plate on the ground, and the bullet flew to Hannibal's temple.

This shooting skill is a bit awesome.

Fortunately, the bullet did not ricochet quickly, and Hannibal's current reaction speed was enough to dodge it. Hannibal dodged the bullet by leaning back, and fired three shots in a row with the Saint Killer in his hand.

Pah pah pah!

Unfortunately, the bullet almost swept past Wednesday's buttocks, and none of the shots hit him. Not only that, the opponent rolled over and took advantage of the situation to fire three more shots at Hannibal.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly pounced from Hannibal's left side. It was No. 1 who was just hit by the blade. This guy's eyes were red, and the lower half of his face and body were covered with blood. That was not his blood, but the blood of a certain unlucky member of the Scarlet Guard. No. 1's abdomen, which was hit by the blade, has now recovered as before, and his claws were swinging without any stagnation, as if he was not injured.

Hannibal's face changed, and he snorted coldly, what a nasty guy.

Hannibal was originally looking up, so he simply didn't make any extra moves, but leaned back again, dodging the claws of No. 1, grabbed one of the opponent's hands, twisted it hard, turned his body over, and used his own hand to hold his neck!

In this way, he became Hannibal's shield!

Bang, bang, bang!

Wednesday's three shots all hit No. 1's chest.

Hannibal also took this opportunity to shoot back!

Wednesday's face changed, and he could only continue to roll and hide behind a collapsed counter!

Bang, bang, bang!

Hannibal's bullets also failed to work.

The vampire held hostage by Hannibal had never suffered such an insult, and immediately struggled.

"I'm going to kill you! You reptile!"

Hannibal's face was ferocious, and the Saint Killer pointed directly at his temple.

Bang!

Number One's head exploded, and the roar stopped abruptly. Sparks burst out from his body and head at the same time, like the last flash of ashes before they went out, and then quickly turned into a piece of black ash.

Crash!

Then it collapsed, fell to the ground, and was completely reduced to ashes.

"No!!! You dare!!!" Number Three, who was besieging Blade, saw that Number One was dead, and immediately rushed out with a roar, rushing straight to Hannibal.

At this time, Blade suddenly turned around and took the blow from Number Two with his back, but the chain hammer in his hand hit Number Three's head fiercely.

"Worry about yourself!"

Puff!

Half of Number Two's head was smashed directly, but the remaining mouth actually let out a desperate roar. Such a serious injury, even this old vampire can't bear it, you know, it's a silver-plated chain hammer!

Then a spark lit up on Number Two's neck, and then the spark quickly spread up and down, and the whole person exploded and turned into flying ash!