As the sun sets, a pitch-black twilight follows. "Squeak!" "Goo!" "Rustle!"

The chirping of animals, the crawling of insects, the clashing of leaves······

Under the light of the crescent moon on the canopy, there is a strange agility and liveliness, filling this vibrant night forest.

Seven white men with bandages and cowboy hats, and an old man with gorgeous hair sitting in the middle of them, gathered around a huge campfire in the middle of them, and each rested in silence.

Behind them, a carriage that appeared to be clearly fortified, with its stamped holy lilies and silver chalk in the middle, reflected a moving light in the light of the camp's fire.

"Let me see, who did I find?"

"Haha, it's a group of Protestant Methodists, witcher mongrels of the Cross Order of the Dawn!"

With a grim and vicious mocking voice, this forest full of life, as if a movie was playing on the computer in the future, someone suddenly pressed the pause button, and the chaotic and vibrant sounds in the original forest disappeared almost at the same time, leaving only a horror and loneliness.

"It looks like you're running out of your little sacred toys."

A young man dressed in an old black gown, with a bright red rose on his chest, and a pair of ruby-like pupils on his sickly pale face, appeared in the shadows of the forest.

"This time, you're finally not going to run around like a little mouse anymore?"

This figure just showed his own figure, which could make an ominous aura like a natural disaster appear in a large area of this forest, directly showing his extraordinary and truly blood-related transcendent identity.

It's just that it's probably because it's not the first time that this true blood clan has appeared at night to attack and kill during the chase these days, and the many demon hunters sitting opposite him don't have any shocked expressions at all.

Especially among them, the most powerful demon hunter leader, Ducky Vanderlinde, calmly took out the holy salt revolver on his waist, wiped it calmly, and prepared for the next big battle.

Instead, it was the gray-haired old man who sat upright among the witchers.

"Actually, I've always been puzzled."

"Although you are vampires and we are witchers, the contradiction between the two is naturally irreconcilable."

"But this time, our goal was never yours."

"In other words, in this era when God is gone and the elemental tides are declining, you bloodsuckers will eventually lose those evil powers in the future."

"Perhaps, in a few decades, a hundred years."

"We will eventually become the same mortals."

The old man's eyes were fixed on the face of the blood clan in front of him, and he continued to speak indifferently.

"These days, we've killed three True Bloods who are just like you, or even stronger than you."

"What is it?"

"Who is it?"

"Let you, a baron-level vampire family, attack us at such a huge price?"

As the old man said, with the advent of the "Age of the End of Law", which is called the "Age of the End of Law" in the Eastern world and the "Elemental Tidal Decline" in the West, the mainstream of contradictions on this planet has been reduced from the extraordinary contradictions of the individual's greatness in the past, which were full of the subjectivity of the strong, to the rational contradictions of the current group, which are dominated by the state, the group, and the interests.

The religious movements that were popular in the old days, burning witches, and judging the darkness, have long since ceased to be popular.

Even the Cross Order of Dawn, the largest demon hunter group in the west, only took the initiative to kill some irrational ghasts and evil creatures before deciding to go to the dark cavern to repair the seal, and did not provoke the dark races like the blood clan who had almost integrated into human society.

Anyway, in a few decades, hundreds of years, most of those dark races will automatically degenerate into human families, and they may have a longer lifespan, no different from mortals, so why bother to fight and kill with their own lives!

Hearing the old man's words, the face of the blood clan on the other side also changed, he knew that before the battle, he beeped so many words, either to delay time, or to prepare some secret technique with a big movement.

It's just that when he was alone in the face of the last struggle of the Demon Hunter Order, who had already killed three of his true compatriots, he was actually extremely jealous in his heart.

With a flicker in his eyes, this somewhat cunning blood clan turned his mind, ready to follow the old man's words, and also waited for the other blood clan companions around him to come over.

Although he didn't know the details of the old man's doubts, he could still guess some inside stories from the orders given to them by the superior nobles of the blood clan this time, most of which were related to the fact that on the eve of the founding of the United States of America, the transcendent forces from all over the world, including the predecessors of the Cross Order of Dawn in front of him, collectively sealed the demon cave in the border area of Rokofil State.

However, since he was already a mortal enemy, he didn't intend to tell the truth about these demon hunters in front of him.

"Who knows what you demon hunter bastards are doing in central Murdoch?"

He was about to make up a tirade, but in the corner of his scarlet pupils, he happened to see two shadows that almost melted into the darkness behind the carriage.

"This is the ······ of the Count of Ikku's family"

From the Black Shadow's unique "Z-shaped movement method", he judged that the blood clan that came to support them were all their own members of the Gray family.

With the bottom in his mind, he changed his mind again, and when he saw the witcher in front of him seemed to focus on his words.

At the pale hands, blood-colored sharp nails popped out.

In the blood core in the center of the heart, a violent surge of blood energy suddenly surged, enveloping his entire body, making his speed ignore the air resistance, and in silence, instantly accelerated to 120km/h.

This kind of speed, which was even faster than the peak of the cheetah in nature, made this blood clan appear on the campfire almost before many demon hunters could react.

Two sharp blood-colored claws swung forward, almost at the same time without resistance, piercing the chests of the two people beside the demon hunter leader Ducky.

He pulled out his heart and grabbed it directly, letting the scarlet blood slip from between his claws.

It's clean and straight, and the blood clan is so emotional!

And almost at the same time, the other two black shadows of the Blood Clan who had just arrived also swooped down from the top of the carriage just right, and their claws directly shattered the necks of the other two witchers.

The Bloodline's sudden attack with a truly transcendent ability caused the Demon Hunter team to instantly kill and injure four people.

However, in the case of the decline of the elemental tide, the use of the extraordinary energy blood energy that was no longer suitable for this heaven and earth made the three bloods who raided appear to be stiff for a few seconds after the attack.

It was only a few seconds, but it was enough for the rest of the witchers to react.

"Shoot, kill these bloodsuckers!"

"Elder Hosea, use the blood of your brothers to open the Holy Blood Realm!"

The leader of the witchers, Daqi, first let out a sad shout, and then shouted at the old man beside him.

At the moment when the elemental tide is declining, after using the transcendent items accumulated in the past, only the blood of these witchers who have followed the Protestant prayer method of the Holy Lord all year round can assist in the release of some true light transcendent spells.

I saw that Elder Hosea quickly took out a silver ritual knife from his arms, cut the palm of his right hand, and as his own blood gushed out, he instantly activated a light inscription circle with a radius of ten meters on the ground.

For a moment, the inscriptions on the ground, which had been specially hidden by the demon hunters with weeds, flashed with a faint white-gold divine light.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The three blood clans in the inscription circle only felt that their stiffness had just ended, and before they could continue to attack, they felt an incomparably huge imprisoning force enveloping their entire bodies.

Originally, there were still seven remaining demon hunters, but after four people were killed by the surprise attack of the blood clan, the remaining three took this opportunity to put their respective holy salt demon hunting revolvers against the imprisoned blood clan's brain, and pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

After three gunshots, the forest, which had been silent due to the appearance of the Blood Clan, was noisy again.

"We killed these bloodsuckers!"

"That's right, we, we survived!"

Next to the demon hunter Daqi, the remaining surviving demon hunters looked at each other and whispered to each other happily.

Ducky, on the other hand, lifted Elder Garcia, who had collapsed to the ground due to the excessive use of holy power, and asked the old man to sit down next to the campfire again.

"Ducky, we survived this time."

"But next time, it may not be so lucky!"

"We've sacrificed so much for the Dark Cavern."

"I just hope Arthur can make good use of the time we've bought and get out of here."

"Passing on the Cross Order of the Dawn."

After this battle, the old man's hair became even more withered, and he said to Daqi with difficulty.

"It will be so! Arthur Morgan is our smartest brother! ”

"He'll be able to pass on the Order······"

Daqi took the elder's hand and said comfortingly, this time, there was no stubbornness and unruliness on his face.

It's a pity that before he could finish his words, a strange sound of yin and yang appeared in front of the campfire.

"Huh!"

"Really? Will he, the young man you are talking about named Arthur, really be able to escape our pursuit? ”

"See who this is?"

A scarred figure trapped in his hands and feet by hemp rope was silent, and the two tuxedoed bloods who reappeared in front of everyone in the Demon Hunting Cult were silently thrown next to the campfire.

"The idiots of the Gray family are in close combat with you."

"The noble existence of our Braithwaite family is not stupid!"

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