The sliding door of the carriage was slammed open, and a man wolf attached to the side of the train, with an incomparably large body and eyes full of greed and hunger, poked its huge and hideous head through the door.

Sticky saliva dripped down from the beast's gaping mouth, and behind him, there were even two more majestic and mighty human wolves, slamming heavily on the platform behind it. The cold wind of the night carried the strong body odor of the human wolf into the musk-filled carriage porch.

Under the moon, a distant and desolate beastly howl completely broke the desolation of the small station and the silence of the night.

O blood of our ancestors!

Looking at the huge, hairy, ugly and hideous head that suddenly poked in, the blood councilors in the carriage, who had never seen such a shocking picture, couldn't help but moan in unison, and let out a sad and panicked prayer in their hearts.

All they need to do is give orders, or plan and give the power in their hands, so why do they need to participate in any battles in person? Shouldn't that kind of dangerous thing be handed over to those specially trained and cultivated warriors?

The richly dressed councillors were sluggish, but the few Deathwalkers who guarded them at their sides were the first to reach in with the wolf's head, and before its muscular body could reach in, the guns in their hands opened fire.

Silver-plated bullets rained down like frenzied rain from the barrel of the gun, knocking the werewolf backwards and howling. And then a guard. Before the two tall human wolves pounced on him, he immediately stepped forward and reclosed and locked the sliding door.

Without the danger and visual impact of that monstrous head, and the shots of these hand-picked Deathwalkers. It made those Blood Clan Councillors who had become frightened because of the sudden danger become a little more relieved.

But Amelia's heart has never slackened from beginning to end, but has become heavier and heavier, colder and colder, and has sunk into the endless seabed little by little.

Conspiracy!

It's a plot against her!

In the wolf howls one after another outside. There was no sound of fighting or gunfire. The Victor family's Deathwalker troops, who had come to greet her not far from the station, didn't make any movement as if they had all been killed in an instant.

This is not normal!

Whether it's the actions of those Death Walkers. Or this unexpected attack by the werewolf, it's not normal!

Amelia didn't think that these Deathwalkers sent by the Victor family would have any connection with werewolves. Vampires and werewolves are natural enemies, and this has been true for centuries. Vampires may have werewolf spies among them. Amelia believes. But with the entire Deathwalker army on the side of the werewolves, Amelia can only find it absurd.

Especially this Deathwalker unit belongs to the Victor family, which hates werewolves the most and single-handedly started the tragic war between the two races that lasted for nearly a thousand years!

However, the current environment did not give Amelia more time to think and deliberate, the sliding doors of the carriage were resealed, and some of the Deathwalkers on the side of the arch also turned their guns to the doors and exits.

Standing behind Amelia, an old maid who had been following her since she was a child, shrewdly pulled out her mobile phone. Dialed the secret contact number used to contact the Victor family, seeking reinforcements. But there was a harsh busy tone on the phone. But it made her lose her mind for a while.

There is no signal.

The old maid held the phone in front of her eyes in a daze, looked at the empty signal grid on the screen, and her thin arms trembled slightly.

How can there be no signal! The old maid closed her eyes and snorted, she found that the direction of the matter was going to be complicated and troublesome, and she did not know what the outcome would be.

Originally, if they could call for help, they only needed to hold on for a while, and then they could wait for reinforcements to come, and then turn the corner. When the time comes, we will investigate the ins and outs of this premeditated attack. But at the moment, the call for help can't be made, and the outside is full of human wolves, and the small space in the carriage is not a good fighting ground at all.

On top of that, the number of Deathwalkers that the owner Amelia is guarding is too small! Even most of them are carefully selected elite fighters. In the face of the large and crazy wolf sea outside, without external support, the outcome of these people will be extremely bleak.

A terrible wolf howl, like the horn of a charge at the beginning of a war, under the moonlight, a large number of countless werewolves flocked to this antique train like a rising tide. Under the violence of those werewolves, the heavy carriage was like a small fishing boat struggling in the storm, jolting and swaying, swaying left and right, as if it could capsize in the wind and waves at any time.

The werewolf crouching on the roof of the carriage used its powerful arms and sharp claws to tear the skin of the train. The thick steel plates, under the claws of these werewolves, are as fragile as foam boards and cardboard boxes. It was torn apart in an instant.

A pair of black claws came straight through the inside of the carriage. To the sides, in a creak that made people's teeth squeak, the steel plate was torn apart. The Death Walker, who had been waiting inside the carriage for a long time, immediately opened fire in time, and the silver bullets that were fired from those torn gaps, specially forged by a special process, beat the werewolves on the roof to the point of blood splashing.

But the cramped environment inside the carriage is not destined to be a suitable battlefield for these werewolves. Amelia was accompanied only by a few Deathwalker guards, most of whom were members of the Blood Council, and a few of her henchmen.

The rest of the people in the train were scattered in the back carriages. The narrow space simply can't accommodate too many people crammed into a carriage with her. In the face of the raging werewolves on the outside, the sturdy body looks like papier-mâché.

Crackling!

A werewolf who wanted to jump in through the gap in the roof was whipped out by a whip on his head.

In the reflection of the mirror, Amelia's hand was already a long black whip several meters long and covered with silver thorns.

As one of the three oldest living vampire elders, even if his strength was at the lowest point of his dormant period, his combat power would never be much less than that of some third-generation elite vampires who had survived for hundreds of years. If you talk about combat experience, those juniors of the third generation are rarely comparable to her.

Although in the last few hundred years, since Lucien's death, there is no one worthy of her help. But not participating in the battle does not mean that her fighting qualities and skills will fade over time. It was already an instinct that was engraved in her bones, in every drop of blood, and would not be wiped out.

But Amelia knew very well that with her current state, no matter how superb and rich her combat skills were, she would not be able to last long in the face of a large number of elite werewolves. It only takes three or four elite werewolves to break in and bully her and engage in hand-to-hand combat with her, and in such a small space, it is enough for her to drink a pot.

Amelia's flawless face was full of solemnity, and the werewolf had broken in. The interior of each carriage of this train was full of werewolves, and the terrible and desperate howls, mixed with the cheerful and wanton howls of the beasts, coupled with the heavy smell of blood wafting from them, made Amelia's already solemn face even more ugly.

On the platform, Sauron and his so-called escort watched indifferently at the horrific massacre unfolding on the train not far away. Screams of excruciating pain, mingled with gunfire and the roars of furious beasts.

Bright red blood splattered from the body's veins and sprayed onto the glass of the car window, rendering a red, abstract picture of hell.

Sauron made no attempt to interfere with the werewolves' rampic killing and eating, even though the carriage across from it contained one of the supreme elders of the vampire race, and she and her retinue were howling in misery under the werewolf attack. In the shaking carriage, the symphony of broken bones and the sound of tearing flesh did not make Sauron's face fluctuate in any way.

Go as planned, watch Amelia and them die! That's the mission Klein asked him to come on Karn's place.

Tang Bai also watched this scene quietly from a distance, because of the ability of the mirror spirit, through the windows and mirrors in the carriage, he knew the situation on the field better than Sauron. Lucien put in a lot of strength this time, and personally came to supervise the battle.

Dozens of elite deathwalkers?

In such a small space, against the elite werewolves with huge physique and infinite strength, this is simply a terrible disaster for these Deathwalkers! One by one, the noble, high-ranking members of the Blood Clan Council, and their servants turned into werewolves' meals, and the corpses filled the entire train carriage.

In a short period of time, the only carriage that still has the ability to resist and is still making weak resistance is the one where Amelia is. However, Amelia's situation is definitely not good, the noble and calm temperament at the beginning has faded from her, and there are a few flesh blurs on her mature and plump body, which look very poignant and terrifying.

Every time Amelia swings the whip now, she finds it extremely difficult. The whip that used to be as nimble as a snake in her hand is now difficult to even a simple swing, which has to be said to be ironic. The silver cross-sword held in his other hand felt the same way.

Tang Bai's eyes flickered in the distance, and when the battle was about to come to an end, he inserted into the battle. (To be continued......)