Chapter 155: Little Bat, Duck Rush 52

This night is not destined to be too peaceful.

Cologne carefully concealed his figure, stalking a young vampire.

His night vision has been getting better and better lately, and his physical fitness has improved a lot compared to before.

The vampire seemed to have made an appointment with someone and went into the backyard of a shop.

Ten minutes later, he was playing with a small bottle of liquid, only a third of which was inside, but it looked extremely precious.

I didn't expect such a good thing to happen, but it's just a note, as long as you take advantage of Lord Fanzhuo's absence, you can easily complete it.

He thought so, and a very smug smile appeared on his face.

Seeing that he was getting closer, Cologne finally pulled out his dagger and stabbed it with great agility.

The vampire was also alert, and he immediately put away the bottle in his hand and fought with the hunter in front of him.

Cologne's skills are extraordinary, he was selected layer by layer in the "training camp", and received the so-called daily training day and night.

Everyone felt that he and Richard were too good, but the church had a unique excuse for them to start from the grassroots — in the name of fairness.

It was only after being stabbed twice that the vampire realized that this was not the waste hunter he had been before.

The silver dagger was engraved with the Church's cross emblem, and with each knife carved into the vampire's body, the cross's effect diminished by one layer until it was scrapped.

And the way for ordinary vampires to die is to pierce their hearts with "holy relics" with crosses.

Cologne was also slightly injured, but in comparison, the other party was more miserable.

The vampire's heart tightened, and then he turned into a small bat and tried to escape.

Cologne would let him get his wish, and he chased after him relentlessly.

The little bat scurried through several streets and alleys, and finally shook off the dead hunter.

The wounds on his body had not healed well, and he suddenly thought of the "deposit" paid by the boss.

That's great! It's a send-off!

Sure enough, it's the duke's blood, which can improve his abilities.

He pulled the cork off, and was about to raise his head to drink, when a dagger came through the air and cut his heart in half.

The cross on it was as if it was also being burned, glowing red.

Blood gushed out, and the scene was extremely bloody, the vampire's eyes widened, and the blood bottle in his hand fell to the ground, and his vision disappeared.

Just as Cologne was about to pull the dagger out of his hand, the vampire's last convulsions before dying, and a note fell from his waist.

Cologne picked up the note, and the pupils of his eyes shrank.

After he entered the church, he studied Old Latin and Old Swedish.

And now, the name in his heart is written on it - Amilia.

She's not dead yet!

"I thought it was a duke who came! It turned out to be just a little hunter, and a dead Last Blood. ”

An icy voice exploded in Cologne's ears!

He was about to make a move when he was kicked to the ground, and he could already hear the sound of broken ribs, which seemed to be poked into his organs.

"Ahh

The sharp pain in his chest made him howl.

"Tsk, that's pathetic."

The vampire in front of him looked at the poor "ant" on the ground, and although he said pity in his mouth, there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

He stomped on Cologne's face and said in disgust: "It's too noisy." ”

Cologne vomited another mouthful of blood and gradually lost consciousness under the stimulus of the fracture.