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With a violent explosion, countless sparks flew and the warehouse exploded like an air bubble compressed to the extreme, and tiles, debris, and all kinds of strange things scattered in the violent impact of flames.

The beams were scattered, and the warehouse finally collapsed.

Serena, who arrived at the outskirts of the pasture, watched the crimson flames devour the last hope, and couldn't help it, holding her head and letting out a sharp wail,

"John Condon !!"

The helpless voice, with desolation and remorse, reverberated in the meadow with the night wind.

"I think I hear someone calling me."

At the back of the storeroom, in a hole in the wall that had been blasted open by the flames, John, who was constantly crawling out in cowhides, slowly raised his head, revealing a terrible face, his hair was all gone, his eyebrows were gone, his face was red, and there was chapped skin and dark red blood bubbles burned by the flames.

John struggled to crawl out, his black body wriggling on the ground, like a dried worm, and from time to time there were splashes of debris that smashed over, and the pain made him convulse, he stretched out his fleshy arm and plunged into the loose dirt, and dragged it hard, until he left the fire and hid his body under the carriage, and did not stop, turning his head to look at the raging fire, with indescribable pleasure on his face,

"Zero, do you see, I won."

He laughed proudly, his chest heaved and accidentally pulled the wound on his body, and suddenly twitched like a cooked shrimp,

"Ahem! Cough! It's a pity that I'm going to die too. ”

John coughed in pain, and dark red blood clots flew out of his throat, sticking to the cowhide and bleeding a sticky line of blood, which looked very disgusting.

Someone is still alive, but he knows he's going to die, someone is thought dead, but it's still alive.

Just as John was about to close his eyes and slowly die, an earth-shattering roar came from the flames, with an unwillingness to be on the verge of despair and an incomparably strong will.

Rumble!

Invisible waves of sound rolled in, blasting a vacuum in the burning flames, and a humanoid monster emitting dark red smoke emerged from the vacuum tunnel.

Both ears were gone, not a single claw was missing, the whole body was extremely black, like charred coal, the hair and flesh were roasted into purple-brown flesh oil, dripping down the body, and from a distance you could smell a burnt smell that made people want to vomit, it was almost cooked, but it was still alive, for the werewolf with great resilience, being alive meant everything.

It rushed out of the fire with all its might, and the moment it left the fire, it couldn't help but let out a cheerful cheer, especially when it saw John not far away.

It strode toward John,

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

By the fourth second, the pitch-black crust began to peel off, revealing blood-red pieces of flesh that continued to grow, squeezing out the roasted rotten flesh at a visible rate.

After 9 seconds, the black carbides on the surface of the skin were gone, replaced by bright red blood lines, meridians, and skin.

……

After 15 seconds, the skin turns jet black again, and black hairs begin to grow outward from the pores.

……

Twenty seconds later, sharp wolf claws emerged from the broken arm, and the werewolf shook off the remaining stains on his body and reappeared in John's field of vision in its original form.

"I didn't expect me to lose."

John sighed, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, and finally calmed down.

Bang!

The carriage was swept away by the whistling claws of the wolf, and after several turns in mid-air, it slammed to the ground.

The werewolf walked up to John and stepped on his chest, its cone-shaped vertical pupils filled with endless cruelty and rage, and it roared in the sky, swaying the triumph and cheers of the victors.

But the next moment, the victor's celebration came to an abrupt end, and the cold killing machine stabbed him with chills.

Behind it, at some point, a black shadow appeared, with snow-colored skin, pure black eyes, sharp fangs, and slender nails, all indicating her vampire identity.

Oh!

The werewolf let out a roar of hatred, and he immediately abandoned John and roared towards Serena.

If there is a species in the dark race that is born to be enemies, it is werewolves and vampires, their hatred comes from blood, and even untaught young children will instinctively hate each other when they meet, and even want to kill each other.

This is a feud, imprinted in the depths of the blood, beyond everything in the world.

Bang!

The burning storehouse exploded violently again, and where the sparks raged, two powerful creatures slammed together with incomparable force,

Bang!

The invisible energy spread all around, the grass and trees were subdued, and even the flames were stagnant.

Claw for claw, fist for fist, Serena took a step back, she was undoubtedly inferior in strength, but the fight was never won by strength alone.

Serena let out a loud roar, suddenly lowered her center of gravity, causing the werewolf who was doing her best to lose her balance, and then with her stronger body flexibility, she turned over behind the werewolf like a silky boneless fish, jumped forward, stuck her legs in the back of the main werewolf, drew the short sword at her waist, and stabbed it fiercely.

The snow-white short sword had an extremely terrifying sharpness, piercing the musculoskeletal without hindrance, piercing through the mouth, and the sharp pain made the werewolf wail and struggle, and what was even more terrifying was that it clearly felt a terrible sense of powerlessness spreading in his mind.

Silver!

A vampire actually took a weapon with silver metal added to it, is it crazy, or the world is crazy.

Dark red blood flowed down the corners of its mouth like water that had opened a floodgate, and its proud healing power was gone, and the werewolf was suddenly a little frightened, and it realized that it couldn't go on like this, with such a weapon in hand, that vampire could kill itself at any time, and there was nothing he could do with her in a short time.

No, it can't go on like this.

Feeling the weakness, the werewolf struggled to break away from Serena, turned and ran, as long as he ran into the woods, as long as he found his companion......

Bite! A silver sword light pierced the boiling night, and appeared directly in front of the werewolf with an indomitable momentum.

The black trench coat rattled, Serena turned her head slightly, her trivial black hair fluttered in the wind, she shook off the blood beads of the sword, and ran to John's place without looking back.

Behind her, the running werewolf stopped abruptly, and his stunned face froze in an instant, with unwillingness and a trace of dazedness,

Burst!

A large wolf's head rose into the sky, rolled in the air and fell into an empty manger.

PS: This is yesterday, keep up the good work.