Amelia's tall and delicate body was directly slapped out by a black claw, and after hitting the walls of the car on both sides, the flying body bounced back again, and fell ugly on the blood-stained carpet.

How long has it been since I've been so embarrassed?

Amelia didn't have time to think about it. Her mind was trying to think about the calamity that had befallen her without warning.

How could such attacks and inhumane atrocities happen?

Where are those Deathwalkers sent by Victor? Why don't you join her, or support? Did she end up in the same fate as her, forced by a large number of werewolves, or was it for some other reason? Why didn't there be any sound of battle outside?

Klein didn't say that the werewolves in Budapest and the whole of Hungary were almost cleaned up, so where did these huge wolves, which are not only frightening in size, but also strong and palpitating, come from?

Is it a message error?

Or is it just a shameless deception?

Her body was so traumatized that it was difficult to even get up again, but Amelia's head was unexpectedly active. The guardians around her, as well as the minions and members of the Blood Council, had been reduced to corpses and flying pieces of flesh under the werewolf's claws.

Around her, there were crumbling corpses torn apart by the werewolf's frantic claws and teeth.

Even now, there was a huge werewolf, feasting on the flesh and bones of some noble councillor in front of her, crunching and biting the dead body.

Amelia's trauma was so severe, that it was useless to rely on the vampire's powerful self-healing and restoring powers. After all, she still belongs to an evolved life, and her resilience has certain limits compared to the vampire in the Vampire Tales who are forged through spells, and can quickly recover from all non-immediate death wounds as long as there is blood.

Now she can still lie on the carpet and survive, not dying, relying only on the power of the elders, and the strong vitality and resilience of the second-generation vampires, supporting her and maintaining her life. But now, although Amelia is still alive, she has to face a very real, very urgent and imminent possible surname in front of her eyes.

Her eternal existence, in this world, on this day, is finally coming to an end.

Amelia was not reconciled.

She was unwilling to accept that the life and power she had enjoyed for so many centuries ended and disappeared in this moment. So she struggled to lift her head from the floor, and the simple belief in survival in her mind made her even ignore the ** pain that was still ravaging and tormenting her in her body.

She did everything she could, desperately trying to gather the potential power within her body to supply her last stand, so that she could escape. But soon, the little power that had just gathered in her body was washed away and dissipated by the external force, and her raised head was also re-pressed by a huge and heavy foot stepping on her skull.

Sharp claws pierced Amelia's scalp, and a tall wolf with saliva at the corners of his mouth bent down, as if penetrating her thoughts, lowering his voice in her ear and roaring low menace. The fishy breath that spewed out of the fishy mouth, mixed with the heat of breathing, sprayed down on her face, making her feel unbearable.

Amelia tried to push away the pressure of the werewolf's heavy claws on her chest with her hands, but it was doomed to be in vain, and now the remaining strength in her body was too weak. Just as Amelia felt utter hopeless and numb, a gentle voice rang out inside the carriage and swooped into her ears.

"It seems that I came here by coincidence, can I let Elder Amelia go?" Tang Bai, who had pinched the time to enter, jumped in through the gap in the roof with a haha, waved his hand at the elite werewolf who was still standing in the carriage and maintained his combat effectiveness, and pointed to Amelia lying on the floor.

In Tang Bai's eyes, Amelia at this moment and Amelia more than half an hour ago are simply two extremes.

The former nobility and perfection are gone, exhausted and bleeding. She lay weakly on the carpet of the carriage, her injured cheek, the bloody wound, the werewolf who trampled on her was unceremoniously playing with his claws, and from time to time there was an intimate and close contact with the carpet on the floor.

The loose black hair, like seaweed that looked messy with the rolling waves, hung on her face, and the delicate and luxurious gown on her body was torn out of a lot, mixed with bloody marks.

What a few werewolves gave Tang Bai was the same, an incomparably angry roar!

Even if the elite wolf can still maintain its own calm in the transformed state, the bloodthirsty and tyrannical battle** will not be reduced at all, and even under the suppression of its own calmness, the tyranny ** that cannot be completely vented will be much more surging.

Coupled with this hearty life-and-death struggle, as well as the rich and pungent smell of the entire carriage, the bloody atmosphere that made most werewolves excited and intoxicated, even if the battle had entered the end of sweeping the floor, it still continued to stimulate their excitement.

Now there are only a few people who can make them completely calm and obedient, such as Lucien and Ruiz, and Tang Bai, a stranger with some eyes, is not among them at all.

"Well, it seems that you haven't fully woken up from the excitement, so I don't mind helping you sober up completely. I don't think Lucien blames me. Tang Bai looked at the werewolves who were looking at him with bad intentions, grinned, and said with a smile: "Anyway, Amelia, she can't die for the time being. ”

The creaking and screeching sound of metal breaking and rubbing sounded in the carriage with Tang Bai's open palm.

Just as several werewolves followed the sound to look at the source of the sound, a solid iron wall bulged up from the floor against the carpet, completely covering Amelia lying on the ground. Immediately after, a surging, light blue hemisphere energy storm collapsed from Tang Bai's body and gushed out again.

Magical Shock!

The already shattered furniture and sturdy window glass of this carriage began to crack under this magical shock, and shattered piece by piece under the continuous magic wash. Even the metal is becoming distorted.

If you look at it from the outside, you can see that the carriage is like a balloon that has been blown up, and it is no longer a flat cuboid, but an irregular ellipsoid. (To be continued.) )