When the vampire ** person in front of him gave everything out, Marlin, who was listening to it on the side, felt that they had to die.

A hundred copies of the blood of the cubs, which means that a hundred innocent children died unexpectedly, just for a so-called summoning ceremony?

Not this lady, not just his children, but even those who want to perform a ritual and summon that damn chaos must die.

"You promised me, Your Excellency, to let my children leave alive." The vampire reached out and grabbed Lord Constance's trouser leg, she was begging.

In response to this plea, the old bishop kicked her hand away.

"Nope! No! You can't go back on your word! You swore an oath! The vampire screamed.

In response, Constance lowered his body and ripped off the scarf around his neck in front of her, revealing a blood-red tattoo: "Two hundred years ago, the kingdom of Trafanishia fell to your vampire legions, and the king of that time knelt before your queen, begging to give the cubs a way to live......"

He looked at the lady and laughed at her stupid appearance screaming and covering her head, trying to escape from him: "Your queen said yes, so the Trafanishians at that time collected all the children and handed them to you, and then, in front of all the adults, you ate them, remember, two hundred years ago, the blood feast of the Trafanishian Kingdom, you probably won't forget, and I won't forget either." ”

He stood up, reached out, and took the revolver Marin handed over.

"No, forgive us! Excellency! That was 200 years ago! The vampire finally raised his head again and looked at the mortal enemy in her eyes: "Our eldest son was born fifty years ago!" The second son was born twenty years ago! They don't deserve to be treated like this! ”

"You are wrong, ma'am, I am a child whose mother held her in her arms and survived in the well." The old bishop walked up to her eldest son, reached out and grabbed his long hair, and pulled him to his feet: "This is a dead remnant of Trafanishia saying hello to your race, bloodsuckers, and now it's your turn to watch your child die in front of you." ”

The old man pointed the gun at her eldest son's head and pulled the trigger.

Letting go of his hand, the old man let out a long sigh, then held the revolver upside down and gave it back to Marin: "Have you heard the story of Trafanisia?" ”

"I've heard that Trafanishia was eventually killed by vampires, and it was only after a hundred years that it was recovered by the nearby human kingdom, but the Trafanishians were effectively extinct." Marin looked at the old man in front of him.

"Yes, in this world, I am probably the last Trafanician, and the rest of the people have probably forgotten the Trafanician blood flowing in their bodies." At this, the old man turned his head to look at the lady: "Give her to the Church of Justice, and tell them that there is no need to return her who is alive, and if you can, leave me the skull, my private trophy room lacks the skull of a vampire viscount." ”

"Your will." There was a substitute for punishment dragging the vampire ** man to the prisoner car.

The old man watched the vampire ** person being stuffed into the prison car, he turned to look at Marin: "In my life, I have killed more than 400 vampires, and they all say that I am a vampire butcher, I think I still kill too little, because the people of Thailand say that killing one person is a murderer, killing 10,000 people is a general, and killing a million people is a king...... I've been seeking justice for all the vampires in this world for the blood in my body...... But it didn't work, those vampires were scattered, and after their kingdom was destroyed by our human alliance, I could only kill just one or two vampires every year...... I probably won't be able to fulfill my wish, Marlin, kid, can you do me a favor as an old man. ”

Marin nodded: "Please speak." ”

"I don't ask you to remember the hatred that doesn't belong to you, but I just hope that if the vampires one day dream of making a comeback and taking the humans, elves, and other humanoids of this world as living animals...... Be sure to kill them all for me. With that, the old man patted Marin on the shoulder.

"It's not helping you, Your Excellency, it's helping ourselves." Marin said, nodding: "Your request, I will take it to heart, if the vampires go crazy, I will purify all the vampires I can meet, this world is big, but we can't share a piece of land with madmen and psychos." ”

"Yes, normal people and Chaos and cult followers can't have the same dream." The old man smiled and nodded: "I'm starting to envy Hoffman a little." ”

………………

Camilla took the shotgun handed to her by her men, broke the junction between the barrel and the butt, and confirmed the type of bullet.

The subordinate's hand slapped on his left shoulder: "Ready, Your Excellency." ”

"Okay." Camila looked at her subordinate across the door, who nodded, reached out and grabbed the doorknob.

Camilla took out the silver dust grenade provided by the Church of the Goddess of Harvest from her waist, opened the safe, and her subordinates pushed open the door, and Camilla threw it in.

Two seconds later, with the sound of the explosion, Camilla slammed open the door, looking at the blood slave screaming in front of him because of the silver powder, he stabbed the opponent's eye socket with the spike on the butt of the gun, twisted and pulled hard, and brought him down at the same time, his subordinate had already raised his shotgun and pulled the trigger on the blood slave who stood up, and the latter was directly carried away by the silver seeping one-headed bullet and hit the wall headlong.

"All the people in this salon can deduce death, tell the lord of the city, and the families of all members must be examined." Standing by the door in the side hall, Cammy stretched out his hand and grabbed the doorknob to open a crack, and his men tossed the sacred flash scroll that pulled the safety open.

The divine light flickered, and as she listened to the screams inside, Camilla pushed the door open and pulled the trigger with her short-barreled shotgun on the vampire that pounced on him, and the deer arrow bullet tore through his chest, sending the vampire flying.

Pressing down on the muzzle, Camilla pulls the trigger on the vampire behind the couch, and the deer arrow bullet shreds the couch, then turns the vampire behind it into a victim in a pool of her own blood.

"Change your clothes and cover me." Pulling the barrel open, the firing cartridge casings were thrown, and the young man loaded two new silver deer rounds, and the paladins who came in behind completed the replenishment and cleaning process.

"According to the intelligence, the interior walls of this salon are made of thin wooden planks......" Catching the wall-breaking explosives handed by his subordinates, Camila slapped him against the wall, then crouched aside and pressed the detonator button.

The appropriate charge tore the small half of the wall to shreds, and the paladin threw the grenade into it.

The explosion blew away the dust, and Camilla was the first to walk out of cover with her gun, and pulled the trigger in front of the vampire holding the revolver, and the vampire's bullet flew past Camilla's ear, and Camilla's deer arrow bullet tore the vampire directly into part of his body.

Then came the second shot, Camila knocked down the blood slave who pounced, and then before he had time to reload, he held the barrel upside down, knocked down another vampire holding a dinner fork, pulled out the dagger, Camilla pounced on the vampire, and gave way to the subordinates behind him, while the dagger in his hand had pierced the vampire's neck, he pulled out the dagger, and the second blow nailed the vampire's hand to the wooden floor.

Then he pulled a new silver-oozing dagger from the dagger sheath around his waist, stabbed it into the vampire's waist, pulled it out, and stabbed it back again, three times before the dagger finally stabbed into the vampire's eye socket.

A paladin reached out and took his commander by the hand.

Other paladins had already taken control of their targets, and the targets who had been shot several times in their bodies were completely incapable of resisting.

"Clear, Your Excellency, we've caught a vampire cub." A paladin pushes a small vampire through the door.

Camila withdrew the dagger, then looked at the little vampire and smiled, "Give him to Lord Constance of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." The paladin pulled out a cloth bag and put it over the little vampire's head.

Camila walked in front of the target, this gentleman of the Yudam family was shot five times, because he was a vampire, he still had a breath, and now he was looking at Camilla, silent.

"It's Mr. Yudam, isn't it?" Camila looked at the vampire in front of her: "To tell you the unfortunate news, your family has been captured by us." ”

"Phew, you short-lived!" The vampire took a sip.

Camila smiled and wiped the blood from his face, and he pulled the collar from his neck, revealing the bloody tattoo.

The vampire was silent for a moment, then began to struggle violently.

Camila got up and kicked him in the face, and the spiked boot kicked the vampire in the face: "Take him away." ”

Two paladins drove silver spikes into the vampire's back, and then dragged him out of the saloon, one left and one right.

Camila handed the shotgun to her men, took the revolver from him, and pulled the trigger at the crying vampire woman in the corner.

"Only a dead vampire is a good vampire." Returning the revolver to her subordinates, Camilla straightened her collar and walked out of the salon with her subordinates.

When he jumped on his horse, the young man smiled.

His Excellency Constance of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest would not have imagined that there would be other Trafanishians carrying out the ancient and sacred hunt of revenge.

Hmph, this old dog is almost unable to walk, so it's better to live a few more years with peace of mind, and leave all this dirty work to a young man like him to do.

The Trafanicians, without a king, without a homeland, without even a tomorrow.

But they are still armed with hatred, armed with faith, and every Trafanishian who lives will remember the tragic story of their ancestors.

And then pass it on.

Until a life and death are separated between the vampires and the Trafanicians.

………………

Cassaman smoked two cigarettes on the street corner, and the middle-aged man looked at the street, not knowing where he was going back.

It's back to his school, waiting for classes to start tomorrow; Or go back to the safe house and start planning to eat fat sheep; Or just go back to the bell tower and continue to eat bugs at noon.

I'm sorry for the halfling, but this stupid guy is his only friend in the sect.

It's a pity that he wouldn't know that his friend would be an agent of Sidney's military intelligence.

Hey, some people's encounters are just to set off the idiom of different dreams in the same bed.

But then again, the bed in the bell tower is too hard, so let's go back to the school dormitory to rest, so that at least we can eat like a person tonight.

Go to his bug feast.

Thinking of this, Casaman patted the cigarette ash that had fallen on his trench coat and turned to walk the way he came—where the school dormitory was.

Passing by the teahouse, he noticed the closed teahouse, and then saw a pool of crimson blood on the floor.

Casaman froze, and then a loud bang came from behind him, and he turned his head to see the old thing that had fallen on the roadside cart stand.

The old man's coat that had smashed the canopy of the cart had been removed, his face and body were covered in wounds, and his neck, with a short knife in it, was still bleeding, but it looked like there was no blood to shed.

Casaman scratched his head, a little unsure of how to show his feelings, and then he heard the sound of the teahouse door being pushed open, and he turned around and saw the two strong men who had walked into the teahouse earlier.

In the next second, Casaman, who pulled out the revolver from his trench coat, killed the strong man walking in front, and the strong man behind pushed the corpse and hit Kassameman's body, and the two who fell to the ground began to scuffle.

Casaman and his opponent punched each other, pinched each other's necks, and bit each other, and eventually, Casaman felt a short knife, he grabbed the hilt, stabbed it into the gap between the two ribs of the strong man, twisted it hard, and cut it so hard that he lost his strength in the pinching of his hand.

Pushing the body away from his body, Casaman turned his head and saw his mentor, who had changed his posture, his outstretched left hand as if to convey something, and his frozen expression seemed to be smiling at him.

The whistle blew in the distance, and Casaman smiled as he glanced at the blood stains on his body...... The old guy is dead, and no one can prove his identity.

Perhaps, being beaten to death by the police is better than being a lonely ghost.

"Boss! Are you crazy! At this time, a halfling ran from the other side of the street, he reached out and grabbed Casaman's hand and ran towards the alley, the officer was already visible to the naked eye, saw that they seemed to be running away, some officers drew their guns and shot, but maybe it was too far, Casamane did not feel the sound of bullets flying, he was pulled by the halfling and ran into the alley, and finally got rid of the pursuers in the maze of alleys.

"I really don't understand, boss, what happened to you just now." The halfling man stopped, he looked at Casaman who looked like he had lost his soul, and finally sat down on the chair next to the flower bed: "I always felt that something was wrong with you lately, so I wanted to find you, but I didn't expect you to have a conflict with them." ”

"They, who." Casaman looked at the halfling: "You know them!" ”

"Of course I know, Lord of Wisdom, they are a sect blessed by the true gods, and lonely ghosts like us can't compare, and the people you killed them this time, boss...... Hurry up and run......" the halfling said as he leaned back in his chair.

The hand clutching his abdomen slipped off, revealing a blood-soaked coat.

Casaman crouched down and touched his lower back, but the bullet didn't penetrate.

This means that the bullet rolls over after entering the body and eventually loses all of its penetrating power.

The halfling couldn't speak, he just reached out and grabbed Casaman's hand.

Casaman read his lips.

Come on.

He said, then lowered his head.

Casaman finally stood up, and the middle-aged man, who heard the sound of small footsteps, took off his trench coat, covered the halfling with it, and strode towards the exit of the alley.

He's going to live, and then get revenge.