The electricity swayed on the werewolf's strong body, and these beasts, tamed by Carrigan and the Blood, could only roar wildly, their blade-like claws tearing out a few bloody streaks on their chests, their powerful hind legs plowing furrows in the ground, and their eyes filled with blood, like wild dogs, and let out a low roar towards Sean.

Centuries ago, werewolves were kept as slaves by the Bloods, until Lucien, the great King of Werewolves, rebelled and was able to stand up to the vampires who were also of Alexandrian's blood, and now they are the two kings of the Dark World throne who have been banished by the Three Temples and Kama Taj, and although they can only lie dormant in the Eastern European countries where dragons and snakes are mixed, at least they can still survive the race.

The last supreme mage, Agamodha, with Kama Taj as the core, established the three sanctuaries, and developed mages and witchers, and the good days of these dark creatures came to an end. In the old era, the blood clan used to be the protector of the human aristocracy, and after the rise of the werewolves, they also regarded the weakest humans as food, but unfortunately, with the development of the times, they could not really become the masters of the world, so they had to be swept into a corner full of dust.

When the mage system was officially established, these dark creatures hidden in human society were completely cleansed, and in the face of the cruel reality, the leaders of the blood clan and werewolves were forced to put down their pitiful dignity that they no longer had, and grovel to the supreme mage, begging for peace and life.

The Golden Cross Gatling spewed fire, like the violent roar of a dragon, and the werewolf who was driven up screamed and fell to the ground, its massive body blasted open a large hole. Sean lifted the energy-embodied weapon in his hand, looked at the wriggling figure in the shadows, and smiled, "How long are you going to hide?" ”

The crowd in the center of the arena dissipated, and the powerful and rich desperately searched for a place to hide, for fear that the young man who easily bombed the werewolf would find him, but unfortunately returned to the metal fence above the manor, a black man was on a killing spree, and the bloody and violent scene shocked them, and these panicked big people, like ants on a hot pot, scurried around, trying to find a way out.

In the darkness at the end of the corridor, a handsome blonde man with a noble cane stepped out, and the sharp-eyed guest saw the hidden passage behind the wall, and he shouted and commanded the other party in a commanding tone, demanding that this secret passage be opened so that they could escape as soon as possible.

The blonde man grinned, sharp canine teeth at the corners of his mouth, and a cruel smile on his pale face, "Why leave in a hurry, the banquet is not over yet." ”

His figure approached like a ghost, pulling past a trembling and shivering beautiful woman, her long fangs piercing her veins, her scarlet pupils filled with satisfaction. As a vampire from the Italian Volturi family, the blonde man thinks he has style, according to common sense, blood makes up eight percent of the human body, but he only absorbs one-eighth of the essence from the heart and mind, which is where humans are at their purest.

The Volturi family, long considered the royal family of vampires, have a strict requirement for screening blood that is comparable to the strict standards of human beings for the best wines.

In just ten seconds, the beautiful woman who was unfortunate enough to be favored by the vampire as a dessert before a meal lost her luster and was thrown away by the blonde man like a pale doll.

"Garbage that doesn't even qualify as food." He swept over the trembling magnates and magnates, his eyes indifferent.

The bat's wings that open from behind are like spinning knife wheels, setting off a bloody storm of violent killing!

"Humans, whether you are a mage of the temple or a witcher, can't get out of here today."

After solving the gang of powerful and rich people who were like lambs to the slaughter, the blonde man stood above the private room, looking down at the young man standing in the center of the iron cage, the other party was wearing a pure white mask, carrying a golden cross Gatling, and beside him were several fallen werewolf corpses, with the chorus of Hallelujah singing that gradually lowered his voice, full of strange beauty.

Violence and blood are intertwined, redemption and justice are coexisting, like a dark religious oil painting.

"Breathe in the last shred of air, and you won't see the sun tomorrow."

The blonde man's batwing contracted, and as a high-level blood clan, he possessed strength and speed beyond human imagination, coupled with near-immortal recovery ability, even a mage of the London Temple may not be a worthy opponent.

"Maybe it's going to rain tomorrow." Sean told a cold joke, and in the shadows on all sides, a pair of bloodthirsty and indifferent scarlet eyes stared at him.

The blonde man snapped his fingers, like an elegant nobleman, and the frenzy of darkness surged, and countless bloodthirsty bats converged into a black and oppressive wave, directly engulfing the young man's figure.

These cuties are his domesticated pets, extremely bloodthirsty, once sucked an adult man into a dry corpse in twenty seconds, which is also one of the entertainment activities that blonde men often pass the time, as an immortal species, the blood clan can delay aging by sleeping, and always have some special hobbies or fun in a long life, otherwise how to spend those boring days.

"Carrigan, that piece of shit, I'm going to do everything myself." The blonde man complained.

If it weren't for the power of Mephisto, he would have torn that filthy and disgusting former mercenary leader to shreds, and the Lord of Hell, who can compete with the Supreme Mage, will soon be able to truly descend into the material world in the form of reincarnation.

If the Blood Clan and the Werewolf can be protected by each other, perhaps they will no longer have to fear the Three Great Temples and the Supreme Mage, and their time will come again!

The bursting firelight interrupted the beautiful vision of the blonde man, with Sean as the center, a strong flame burst out, like a fire lotus blooming, surging like a black tide of vampire bats, licked by the tongue of fire in an instant, burned into ashes!

The golden cross Gatling disintegrated and deconstructed, and in the quaint ring forged by energy, a dazzling golden glow bloomed, and the young man gently opened his hand, and hundreds of magic circles took shape in an instant, and dense flame throwing spears lined up in an array, aiming at the blonde man standing in place.

"I'm curious about how strong the recovery ability of the high-level blood clan is."

Sean's open palm clenched violently, and a violent energy reaction rushed to his face like a wave of rage, the young blood clan from the royal family of Walturi, with a frightened look on his handsome and pale face, the terrifying pressure that was almost suffocating was unbearable for him, and the batwing behind him popped out like a blade, and just wanted to flapp his wings to escape, the raging fire slammed down with a rolling heat wave!

Hundreds of flame throwing guns, like a powerful cannonball, indiscriminate full-area bombardment, blasted the land where the blonde man stood out of a huge deep pit, with the energy overload, the ancient ring cast in the form of magic weapons, disintegrated into a starry fire, the thunderous roar slowly subsided, the private room located above was completely unable to see the original appearance, the entire protruding platform was torn into a pitch-black ravine by the violent force, and a fleshy figure could be vaguely seen squirming.

"Ho Ho ......"

The charred black flesh in the form of a barely visible human form did not die just now, and the strong vitality made this high-level blood clan still struggle desperately, his empty pupils flashing with fear, even though he was burned by the flames, almost completely losing his visual function.

"Tsk, it's really tenacious, maybe it's worth experimenting with." A demonic voice sounded quietly.

Sean was half-crouching, he played with the wriggling mass of charred black flesh, but in his heart he was quite interested in the genes of the so-called immortal species, Alexander had a total of three bloodlines, blood, werewolves and humans with recessive genes, each of whom had different natural powers.

As his thoughts flowed, the roaring engine faintly came, the solid wall blasted a hole, and the blazing Ghost Rider drove the ghost-faced and skeletal Yamaha Grand Devil into the arena in an extremely cool way.

"You ...... All guilty! ”