One hundred kilometers before the Holy City.

Artillery fire rang out, and a large number of soldiers carried hot weapons, forming a line of defense to protect the holy city.

At the front of this line of defense, a train was parked in the tracks, less than two hundred meters in front of the train, and there was more than a hundred meters of open space without train tracks in between.

In this vast open space, thousands of vampires poured out like a tidal wave, rushing to the front line of defense.

All the soldiers sent have also dealt with humans, this group of hideous-looking vampires, they have only heard of pictures and rumors.

Now facing this creature in person, their hands shaking their guns.

"Bang!"

As soon as a gunshot sounds, the bullet can hit the target without aiming at all.

Although the group of soldiers panicked in their hearts, at this moment, they still raised the guns in their hands and headed towards the group of vampires.

As soon as the gunfire rang out, it soared into the sky.

In front of them, the group of vampires did not have any deployment, and the only instruction the man in black gave them, to rush forward, directly flattened.

There are more than a thousand soldiers here, and they are not enough compared to vampires.

The black-clothed variant himself is an insider of the church, and he naturally knows the weight and weight of this group of guys, and all his orders are to push flat, crushing this group of soldiers purely by numbers.

The vampire rushed forward, jumping seven or eight meters on all fours, but it took more than ten seconds to rush in front of the soldiers.

In these ten seconds, there were hundreds of fallen vampires, to say the least.

Those fallen vampire corpses, when faced with the tide of vampires, can only be trampled on the ground, step by step into bloody mud.

On the other hand, the soldiers on the other side had a good success at the beginning, killing hundreds of vampires, which changed their original fearful thinking to a certain extent, and their morale gradually rose.

The hands of all the soldiers holding their guns no longer trembled, but instead faced the group of vampires with a stronger mentality, and in this case, the group of vampires suffered more tragic casualties.

The vampires that followed each other turned into corpses and fell in their path towards the soldiers. Look at 'Mao. Line, medium. Text, Internet

But when the vampire gets close to the soldier, the situation is reversed quite dramatically.

The vampires who were attacked by countless gunfire were themselves stimulated by the ferocity in their bodies, and when they rushed in front of this group of soldiers, they naturally shot even more ferociously.

The soldiers were dressed in hazmat suits, enough to withstand bullets, knives and sticks, but they were as fragile as cardboard in front of the vampire's claws, tearing to shreds with a single tear.

The vampire rushed into the line of soldiers, but in the blink of an eye, nearly a dozen soldiers had fallen.

The scarlet blood in front of them, and the screams of the Dao companions, once again pulled the group of soldiers into fear, and some of them even gave up the battle and tried to pass through the defense behind them and flee back to the Holy City.

As the soldiers were mercilessly slaughtered by the vampires, a low, hoarse voice rang in their ears: "He will lay a snare against the wicked, and have fire, brimstone, and hot wind for their cup."

When the soldiers heard this, their panicked hearts calmed down, and with it came confidence that the battle would be won.

And the reason why they no longer fear is not because of this word, but because the person who said it, the priest, the first person of the clergy.

When the words were recited, dozens of athletic priests rushed out around the soldiers, their eyes shining coldly, their blades in their hands, ready to judge the death of this group of vampires.

Behind the group of priests, the priest strode with a Bible in his hand, his head covered in a black cap, and a pair of hazel eyes swept around, like eagle's eyes, sharp and cold.

The priest clasped the Bible together with both hands, and a dozen more metal crosses appeared in front of him, and a sound came from inside the crosses, revealing the hidden sharp blades inside.

The sharp-edged crossbows fell from the sky and landed in front of the priest.

The priest had just taken back the Bible, raised his right hand, and with a sharp swing in front of the dozen darts, a dozen darts shot in different directions.

Each dart was angled just right, hitting the head of every vampire trying to attack the soldier, and the silver crossbow shot deep into the vampire's brain.

The group of soldiers was still blocking the vampire's attack, and suddenly the whole vampire fell in front of him, and the soldier's expression was dazed, until he saw the wound on the vampire's head and the priest with a solemn expression on the side, he didn't know what was happening.

After killing a dozen vampires, the priest did not stay where he was, but continued to walk forward, to the front of the area where the vampires were fighting.

There, dozens of priests with weapons in their hands mercilessly slaughtered the group of vampires, and the vampires and priests fought alone, inevitably ending in death.

In the current situation, vampires can only rely on numbers, with a dozen vampires as a priest to compete with humans at this time.

After dozens of priests appeared, the number of soldiers killed was drastically reduced, and at the same time, they were given another chance to set up their formation.

At this time on the battlefield, it is difficult to have a large number of vampires or human deaths, and the situation suddenly stalemates at this time.

This situation is definitely a favorable situation for the pastors.

They don't need to defeat you, as long as they can drag it out until daylight, until the sun rises, and all the vampires will be reduced to gray ashes in the light of the sun.

In the face of this stalemate, the vampire side must not be able to sit still first.

A few minutes passed, and under the cover of darkness, a dozen men dressed in darkness walked into the battlefield and walked along the edge of the battlefield, quickly approaching one of the priests who were besieged by vampires.

They are a subvariant infected by the black-clad variant, possessing all the combat skills of a human and the strong physique of a vampire, with the only drawback being that they must be controlled by the black-clad variant.

It was under the command of the black-clad variant that they secretly sneaked up and took advantage of the protection given to them by the night to reach the priests.

In an instant, more than a dozen sub-mutants took action.

With their knowledge of the priest, they dissolved the priest's defenses in an instant, and the cold blade in their hand pierced into their chests, and when they drew the blade, it was already stained blood-red.

Before several priests could react, they were killed by the attack of the sub-mutants and fell to the ground, their eyes retreating.

Undistracted by a few clerics, the unfettered vampires ran wildly towards the group of vampires who had just set up their formation.

The priest's gaze swept over him, holding a pair of black short blades in his hands, and his steps were vigorous, rushing in front of the group of vampires in an instant.

Nearly seventy vampires, the priest rushed into the interior in one step, and the blade in his hand cut out a series of knife shadows, killing the two vampires in an instant.

Just as he was about to continue his attack, suddenly, a long knife blocked one of his short blades, and with a single stroke, he picked up the short blades that the priest crossed and slashed.

The priest looked up and saw a figure he knew very well, a priest who had fought alongside him.

Now his eyes are as cold as those of a vampire, and he feels like a beast that only knows how to kill.

"Ark, you ......" the priest said, and a pair of short blades in his hands also did not stop swinging, the dark short blades were extremely concealed in the darkness, and slashed at Ark's throat.

After Ark became a subvariant, his eyes had stronger vision in the dark than during the day, and his arm muscles were tense, a power he had once longed for.

The long knife slashed through it, and the blade slashed at the blade of the black short blade, and the two weapons collided with each other, rubbing into dazzling sparks.

But around the priest, there are dozens of vampires threatening, and they wave their claws mercilessly at the priest in front of them.

The priest hurriedly raised his knife to defend himself, but Ark instantly seized the opportunity and slashed it with his backhand, knocking away the short blade held in the priest's hand.

In an instant, the priest was in an extremely dangerous situation.

At the same time, more than a dozen sub-mutants are constantly roaming the battlefield of the rendezvous, and with their amazing stealth abilities, they have already killed seven or eight clerics.

A large number of vampires lost the restraints of the clergy, and once again turned into bloodthirsty beasts, their limbs swinging wildly on the ground, and in an instant they rushed in front of the group of soldiers.

The sound of gunfire in my ears only made this group of beasts even more crazy.

Blood and screams mingle to create the most exciting feast for vampires, unleashing their wildness in the darkness of the night, as if they were the most terrifying demons in the world.

In just a few minutes of fighting, the human camp was once again in danger, and before they knew it, fear had spread among the crowd.