Looking at this building from the sky, anyone will immediately notice that it is different. The pool on the rooftop was bubbling with bright red liquid, and the pool was full of headless corpses, the blood had already flowed almost, and the almost dried corpses could only contribute the last bit of blood.

An elegant woman by the pool is holding a wine glass, as if waiting for someone to arrive. The blood-red liquid in the cup made people involuntarily think that it was blood. She has black circles under her eyes, and she looks bored.

After a while, footsteps could be heard in the distance.

"You're late!" said the woman sternly.

"I'm sorry," a tall, thin man peeked out of the air, "a bit of a personal matter." ”

The woman glanced at him with a little dissatisfaction, and said, "Sit down, do you want to drink some?" she raised her wine glass, "Little goblin brewing, in this environment, maybe you won't be able to buy it for a long time." ”

"No," the man sat on the plastic recliner next to him, staring at the pool of blood with curiosity, "this is Muggle blood?"

"You haven't drunk?"

"No, wizards—"

The woman waved her hand as if to chase away an annoying fly.

"They don't care, the giants always kill Muggles, wizards don't care about individual cases, and if they handle it well, they may not be able to find out. The woman suddenly laughed, "You're such a good baby, you haven't even drunk it." ”

"It's okay now, can I try it?"

"You're such a pervert, don't you see me in there?" the woman laughed even more happily, "It's the equivalent of drinking my bathwater." ”

"Can you be a little more elegant. The man said this, but still scooped up a little blood from the glass.

The blood-red liquid slowly flowed into his mouth, and he frowned slightly.

"Oh, not very good. ”

"You idiot, if it tastes good, will I waste it like this?" the woman lifted a slender leg from the pool of blood, and then fell heavily, splashing blood on the man's trouser legs.

The man seemed to want to be angry, but restrained himself.

"I have come by order of the Presbyterian Church," he said solemnly, looking directly into the woman's eyes for the first time, "after Voldemort's death, the werewolves returned to their former state, and the elders want you to control the werewolves living in England first, then France, Spain, and other places. ”

"Hmph," the woman took a sip of the wine, "it was a mistake to create werewolves, wolf venom can spread among wizards, but it doesn't happen as expected, and those werewolves don't want to listen to us, so it hardly helps." What the hell do those old guys have in mind?"

"But it's better to do than not to do it. The man argued.

"That's all. The woman said dismissively, "At this point, we should really learn from wizards." They're always improving their magical skills, and I remember when I was a kid they could only ride around on magical creatures, and now — and we're progressing too slowly. "Now we've lost our advantage, we're at a disadvantage." It's stupid to anger wizards now. ”

The man didn't answer, got up and walked to the railing of the rooftop. Looking at the burning city, the firelight burned the sky in the distance like a ray of sunset.

"Have you ever thought that if we didn't go to war against the wizards in the first place, we lost our chance. For thousands of years, the gap between us and wizards has widened. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if the time is right, their elite will be reduced to the lowest number in history in the fight against each other, and we can fight it." ”

"Oh, genius, have you ever thought about it," the woman deliberately accentuated the last sentence, "the least in history, but the highest in history." The wizards who can survive are probably not easy to deal with. ”

"Of course, but it's our only chance. You also know what happened to the Ministry of Magic in other regions. Now that even Muggles are a threat to us, we have no choice. He smiled miserably, "We are far less valuable to wizards than elves. If you lose, I'm afraid you don't even have the qualifications to become a house-elf, and you may become the same as the countless races destroyed by wizards, and the goblins are probably too, seeing their value to wizards, they dare to shout again and again, we don't have this capital, so I hope you do your best. ”

A carriage whizzed over their heads, rushing towards a burning building where there was a broom or carriage going up and down.

"How's the negotiation with the merfolk?"

"It didn't go well," replied the man, "they just wanted to teach the wizards of Egypt and China a lesson." They have no interest in ruling the land, and there is no hope of forming an alliance. ”

"Or is it because the wizards there always catch them to boil oil?"

"What else could it be. He shrugged.

A few streets away from the rooftops of the two vampires, two members of the rescue team were rushing for the road, and the corpses behind them had been thrown far behind them, but this did not improve their situation in the slightest.

They knew in their hearts that these monsters were slow, but they were intelligent. They can't catch up with people, they only get closer little by little, anyway, they don't need to rest, and when you rest, they will surround you from all sides and leave you with nowhere to run. There were only two people left in their squad, and that was it.

"Take a break. One of the team members coordinated his breathing, subconsciously observing his surroundings.

"I'm out of bullets," another said, "damn the gun control laws, or we can get some supplements from the gun shop." ”

At this moment, in addition to the daggers, there are only bayonets left on the two of them. The grenades had long since run out, and there were no accidents, and the thing didn't work, maybe only the more lethal heavy equipment would be able to deal with these monsters. But deep down, before the captain died, with the idea of dying together, he concentrated everyone's grenades. In the end, they saw with their own eyes that the monsters, after a burst of darkness, returned to their original state, and even the previous gunshot marks were gone.

"If all goes well, the army will be able to take the city in another half an hour—"

"Half an hour, we were already dead. He said emotionally.

Looking back, with the help of a burning car, two Yin Corpses had already caught up. Among them was a sleek woman, slender and wearing a torn professional suit on her slender figure, revealing large swaths of pale skin.

As soon as the words "Let's go!" came out, a large number of yin corpses poured out at the intersection in front of them, and the road, which was originally quite wide, was being blocked little by little. They did not try to rush out while the encirclement was closed. Because a little distance is close enough, these Yin corpses will become very agile, too dangerous!

"Dude," his companion shook his head, "we're dead, don't bother." In the direction of his finger, a large number of Yin corpses also emerged in another alley.

Knowing that it was useless, the crisp sound of gunfire still broke the quiet street. Another member of the team stuck a bayonet in the muzzle of the gun, and after only a few sounds, all was silent, and the corpses silently approached their target.

The two said goodbye to each other, raised their rifles, and pointed their bayonets at the corpse in front of them. (Yin corpses, eat me a British ancestral bayonet charge!)

Just as they were about to make one last charge, a flame rose in the dark air: a bright, golden-red ring of fire wrapped around their heads.