As if about to witness the demise of a time-honored transcendent group, the brilliance of the silver moon on the canopy seemed to reveal a trace of coldness.

And the campfire in front of the camp wagon, which was still strong, although it shone on the remaining demon hunters as usual, could not bring them warmth in the slightest.

Whether it was Daqi, the leader of the witchers, the elder Hosea who was helped up by him to sit by the campfire, or the two demon hunters next to Daqi whose combat strength was still intact, they all felt cold in their hearts at this moment.

"I have to admit it, though."

"You demon hunter bastards are more stubborn than we could have imagined."

"This guy has been tortured by us for at least half an hour, not only did he not tell you where you are, but he also tried to mislead us."

The two Braithwaite family bloodlines who suddenly appeared stood just right outside the boundary of the "Holy Blood Domain" of the Bright Inscription Circle, and one of them looked at the man who was left in front of the campfire by him, with a rag bandage on his mouth, and a bloodstained body covered his chest and neck that had been specially tortured, and said grimly.

"If it weren't for the idiots of the Gray family, the aura of death would have been perceived by us."

"Our noble Braithwaite family elders, there is a real chance that you bastards will escape!"

It can be seen that these two bloodlines of the Braithwaite family are far more cautious than their counterparts of the Gray family, and they are extremely careful to keep an eye on the witcher's every move while saying cruel words.

Why aren't they careful!

The true bloodline that rules over the two baronial vampire families in Rhodes has been slaughtered by this group of witchers.

Cain is above!

You know, if you don't count the elders who have fallen into a deep sleep due to the decline of the elemental tides.

The pure blood clan of the two vampire families who are in power on the surface is only 13 people, and this is almost half killed by this group of demon hunters, and their behavior is reasonable to be careful now.

"Oh?"

"Then two noble bloodsuckers, why don't they come forward and kill us?"

The leader of the witchers, Daqi, took a few steps forward without fear, and the familiar stubbornness and unruliness on his face made the tuxedo bloodline who was chasing him subconsciously take a few steps back.

"Hah! Ha! Ha! ”

Seeing the two vampires retreating, as if they had punctured their lustful skin, Elder Hosea and the other two witchers around the campfire, who had pulled out their holy salt revolvers and were ready to defend themselves, laughed mockingly.

"Those Gray family's bloodlines at least dare to do anything with us!"

"And you Braithwaite bugs, despicable and cowardly."

"If you're afraid, don't go back to the coffin in Rhodes Town, and it's better never to come out!"

Daqi looked at the blood clan with disdain, who had caused them great panic just now, calmly stepped forward to untie the hemp rope on Arthur's body, and dragged the scarred brother to the back of the campfire and sat down.

In this series of actions, he even had the audacity to show his back defenselessly in front of vampires several times.

But probably because of the terrifying previous achievements of this group of witchers, it has really "frightened" these two Braithwaite bloods.

Even though they had already fallen to the ground, and their faces were even paler and their expressions were more vicious, they did not have the slightest idea or action of breaking into the "Holy Blood Realm" and forcibly killing these demon hunters.

The two vampires simply stood grimly outside the Bright Inscription Circle, staring at the demon hunters viciously with their scarlet eyes.

As the minutes ticked by.

Of the two sides facing each other, the faces became more and more unsightly, but it was the turn of those witchers.

In the home field of the vampires in the night, once they get out of the inscription array, they can't stop the torture of the two true blood clans in a normal state; Without stepping out of the inscription circle, the two vampires in front of him looked like they were waiting for reinforcements.

As the saying goes, if you go, you will die, and if you don't go, you will die.

The witchers, who figured this out, simply ignored the two "cowardly" vampires opposite them, and after preparing their respective weapons, under the leadership of Elder Hosea, they said the last prayer of the Protestant Methodist and the Dawn Cross Order.

"Step!" "Step!" "Step!"

Eventually, dark shadows interspersed through the forest at night, followed by the sound of horses' hooves from far and near, appearing around the camp.

"Our minions, cavalry, have finally arrived!"

"My dear demon hunter mongrel!"

"Greet your death!"

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the two Braithwaite bloodlines regained their arrogance when they first appeared, as if they had been injected with hormones, and they even used the precious extraordinary blood energy in the blood core in their hearts to forcibly amplify their voices.

"Shoot!"

"Kill them!"

The decline of the elemental tides prevented them from freeing the family, and the books recorded long-range blood spells, but the muskets in the hands of their servants were not limited by the elemental tides.

Listening to the sound of the hooves of at least thirty reinforcements, the two Braithwaite clans were already imagining these witchers in front of them in their minds, and their whole bodies were shot into sieve holes.

"Poof!" "Poof!" Blood-surging restricted-level screen.

Probably the last counterattack and struggle, the moment the witchers heard the sound of horses' hooves, they poured all the guns of the holy salt revolver in their hands on the two vampires in front of them.

Then, as a matter of course, the bloodlines who were not limited by their extraordinary abilities were dodged one by one.

"Holy Lord! May your glory shine forever on humanity. ”

"May the darkness ······"

Seeing that the attack of himself and his companions was useless, Elder Hosea, the eldest of the demon hunters, simply dropped the revolver in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and silently praised the Holy Lord of Faith while waiting for death to come.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

Almost like firecrackers, the continuous sound of gunfire rang in the ears of the demon hunters.

"Damn! Who are you? ”

"You are not our servants, I will kill you!"

This is probably the road to the sky!

Suddenly, with the exclamations of the two blood clansmen, Elder Hosea opened his eyes again, closing his eyes and waiting for death.

I saw that the two blood clans who were still arrogant just now were covered with blood holes that had been pierced by the gunshot, and there were repeated white smoke on those blood holes, which represented the symbolic characteristics that after being attacked by sterling silver bullets, the blood clan's body could not recover from speeding in a short period of time.

I don't know if it's intentional or not.

These attacks didn't directly hit the heads and hearts of the two True Bloods, and because of this, they seemed to have room to fight back.

I saw a blood light visible to the human eye on the bodies of the two blood clans, although the damage of the silver bullet was huge, but for them pure blood clans, after all, it was not the kind of holy salt bullet used by demon hunters that was soaked in holy water, made through the holy power ritual, and died when rubbed, and injured when touched.

As long as they are willing to pay a huge price, they still seem to be able to quickly regain some mobility.

It's just that this is a battlefield, and these sudden enemies in front of the vampires will not honestly give them time to really recover.

They recover faster, but some people are faster than them!

Elder Hosea and the other witchers saw only a young man in a strange gray uniform with standing lapels and four patch pockets, leaping up from the horse that sprang out of the forest, holding a silver short knife, turning into a brutal thunderbolt in the night, and in the blink of an eye, he charged in front of the two bloods who were temporarily unable to move, and brutally cut off the limbs of the two vampires.

Then, from the pocket on his left chest, he took out two "yellow talismans" suspected of being from the transcendent world of the East, and pasted them on the foreheads of the two vampires who had become human sticks, and fixed them.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning.

Until a group of soldiers with spears on their backs stepped out from behind the young man in gray uniform, tied the two "sticks" with silver wire, and dragged them to the sides of a horse.

Elder Hosea realized that the group of seemingly capable teams in front of him were all yellow people.

"Thank you for your help, Your Excellency!"

In the end, it was Elder Hosea who was the first to react, stopped Daqi who was beside him who wanted to speak, and personally stepped forward and said to the young man.

Because of his rich occult knowledge, he is the only one of the Dawn Cross Order who understands some of the Eastern Daqing language.

"It's really strange that you, as a white person, don't discriminate against yellow people!"

And after the young man heard Hosea's Daqing words, he turned around and looked at the old man in front of him carefully, and said indifferently.

At this time, Hosea seemed to sense some strange spiritual power sweeping around him, making him instantly rejoice in his heart for his caution.

Then, only the young man was heard to continue.

"So, fellow Men of the Cross Order of the Dawn."

"If you don't mind, feel free to go to my camp and take a break."

"Especially the brother who is leaning on the carriage over there, the injuries on his body are not light!"

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