After eating, drinking, and having fun, the four of us were all having fun as if we were at school.

Two days later, I returned to the United States with Wells and Mike.

The most powerful country in the world also has its weak side, that is, within the government.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with me.

Inside Wells' lair, there were nearly twenty people standing here, young and old, but all the same, they were all descendants of the Templars, that is, the Templars of this generation.

Wells looked at the few people in front of him with satisfaction: "Let me introduce to you, this is the leader of China's young generation, Li Chujiu, his strength is above all of you, so once we encounter any unexpected situation, in my absence, you all have to listen to him." ”

"Yes." The Templars were also very respectable, and they all spoke fluent Mandarin.

In this way, there is no language barrier.

However, I still know a few foreign languages, such as Ya Yan Butterfly and Baga......

Oh no, it's Japanese......

Anyway, the language barrier is gone, and the next thing is to compare the strength of the two sides.

Werewolves are simple-minded and well-limbed, and the only enemy is the blood clan led by Dracula.

The nest I'm in now is not their real nest, their real nest is not in the United States, but somewhere else, as for this nest, it is their most important nest at the moment.

And I'm here to help them guard this nest.

However, relying only on the two dozen of us, it is estimated that it is very rare, or even no chance of victory, if we want to block the attack of the blood clan, although the blood clan was greatly injured by us at the beginning.

"Wells, what do you mean? Hard resistance? I asked, turning my head.

"If it really doesn't work, that's the only way, it's just that Dracula......"

Wells didn't go on with the rest of the sentence, but I understood what he meant, and only my master could compete with a pervert like Dracula, after all, Cain's left hand was not in vain.

But if we resist, we don't have anyone on our side who can hold up Dracula's two moves, and I can trap him with seven edicts, but who will attract him to let me use six edicts?

I look around, I'm afraid this kind of person doesn't exist, right?

"Colonel Lee, what are you looking at?" Wells asked.

"I have an idea that one of you will try to get Dracula's attention, and then I will attack him, otherwise, alone, none of us will be his opponent." I'll be honest.

"Someone who can attract Dracula? I'll do it. Wells had a hint of determination in his eyes: "There is an old saying in China that if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, since it is the catastrophe of our Xunshan Hermitage Society, then I, as the leader of the Templars, will naturally rush first." ”

"Hmm." My opinion of Wells has also changed a lot: "That's very good, you're very strong, you should be able to play with him for about five minutes, right?" ”

"Hmm." Wells nodded: "If I play extraordinarily, I can stalemate with him for ten minutes, but if he uses Cain's left hand, I'm afraid it will ......"

"That's what I'm worried about, will you be able to stop him then?"

"It's a little difficult, but you can take two or three moves."

"That's good, but there's one thing I don't understand, what Cain's left hand means?"

"That is the left hand of their blood ancestor Cain, who personally cut off his left hand and pressed it on his body in order to submit to Dracula."

"In this case, then it will be up to you to attract firepower from Wells, and I will use my strongest trick when the time comes."

"Thank you very much."

……

In the days that followed, we had to wait, wait for the blood clan to attack.

Outside the lair, there are also many people from the Holy See, and they are branches of the Xunshan Hermitage Order, so they naturally want to help.

Seven days later, a sneaky man appeared around the lair.

"The Bloodline is coming."

Wells gave an order, and the entire castle entered a state of alert, this momentum, I tell the truth, is more rigorous than the Demon Hunting Bureau, I don't know what the Demon Hunting Bureau was like before, anyway, it looks very lazy now, and it can be said that there is almost no discipline.

"Mike, kill him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mike rushed out of the grass next to him, with three pairs of white wings growing on his back.

Angel?

While I was stunned, Mike raised his sword and fell, and the head of the Bloodline was clumsilyly cut off.

After dealing with all this, Mike said a lot in English.

Wells frowned, scolding himself for being careless.

That Bloodline just now is probably just cannon fodder, just to see if this is the Templar lair.

It is impossible for ordinary people to kill the people of the Blood Clan, but when Mike killed him just now, it is equivalent to being exposed.

Sure enough, as soon as it got dark, and before he even had eaten, Mike's voice came over the walkie-talkie, saying that it was the attack of the blood clan.

"Fight."

Wells bore the brunt of the attack, three pairs of white wings spread out behind him, and the whole person flew out.

That's special.

Watching the Templars fly out of front of me, I felt like I was out of the way.

By the time I came out of the castle, there was a mess outside.

However, the situation on the scene is still very different, the Templars and the Holy See are all white, and the blood clan is black or red.

Pulling out the magic sword, my blood boiled.

Jumping from the second floor, I sword at a time, and almost every sword can take the life of a Bloodliner.

Killing and killing, these bloods began to hide away from me.

It's very skinny.

After killing for a while, a man flew over and smashed on me.

whom.

When I looked, it was Mike, who had a fist-sized hole in his chest.

Following the parabola he flew over, Dracula stood on a tree in a robe that was black on the outside and red on the inside.

He looked at me with a smile, but the look in his eyes was like that of a dead man.

"Wells, where did you die?"

"Dracula, take your life."

Wells rushed out of nowhere, holding the laser sword in his hand, I don't know what it was, but it was bright in the dark.

That's what it means, Wells crossed with a sword, and was blocked by Dracula with his hand.

A horse in his hand, and a white blade with his bare hands.

But in the end, it was Seraphim, and although Wells was defeated by Dracula, he still had a back and forth.

Strangely, Dracula didn't use Cain's left hand.

"Colonel Li, don't you want to do it yet?" Wells' face was a little anxious.

"Okay." I pinched the trick with both hands: "Seven edicts, Gen Mountain Zhan Weiling, closed tigers, sealed ghost roads, pierced ghost hearts, broken ghost stomachs, and blocked the fierce gods and evil gossip palaces." ”