PS: There was a little problem when I uploaded the chapter yesterday.,Chapter 33 is missing.,It's been fixed~~~.

Although the vampire ancestor Marcus is at odds with Alexander, but after all, it is a father-son relationship, the son always wants to save the werewolf ancestor, and his younger brother William, who was imprisoned in the Middle Ages because of the loss of his mind and caused a catastrophe, was reunited with his family, and his father formed a force to secretly provide shelter for his two sons for thousands of years.

Rarely, Marcus, who was crushed to death by the powerful Victor in the vampire clan, took out his majesty as the ancestor of the clan, and solemnly arranged for Serena to lead fifty deathwalkers into the machine gun bunker, ready to rely on the position to meet the possible attack.

Marcus himself, on the other hand, is with Emilia and Victor as a reserve team, pressing the formation with strong personal strength and responding to contingencies at any time.

The arrangements of the reincarnated are different from those of the vampires. Although the nearly twenty surviving people have gone through several missions together, after the run-in, it can barely be called a team with tacit cooperation, and has a leader Rowling who is recognized by everyone.

However, in contrast, the reincarnated person, who values personal strength more, is still the best at acting independently, and at most three or five people work together to carry out tasks in the form of an elite squad, and this time is no exception.

Except for White Maple Valley, Rowling, and Dai Ang, the reincarnated people all consciously dispersed in groups according to their relationships and abilities, and each formed several independent teams and moved to the vicinity of the wall. Inadvertently, a cold glint flashed in their eyes, revealing their hidden vigilance.

Wait until everyone is in place. Ready, Bai Fenggu looked at the cocoon alone. Alexander, who was standing alone in the center, nodded indifferently, "Let's start." ”

The atmosphere is depressed and stagnant, and a cold wind whistles in the wilderness, obviously it is more than two o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun is blazing hot, but there are layers of gloomy clouds covering the sky like splashing ink, and the cool breeze is even more cold and cold at this time.

The hem of Alexander's trench coat was blown by the wind. His weather-beaten, sideburns are a little gray on the face, but it is more resolute, at this time the situation is like an arrow on the bow, it is already a must, as long as he has the slightest hesitation at both ends of the first mouse, whether it is the reincarnation of the heroic battlefield side, or the origin consciousness of the night legend plane, it is impossible to let him go.

Therefore. At the signal of White Maple Valley, Alexander neatly took out three test tubes, two of which contained bright red blood from Emilia and Lucien, and the last one was glowing with a four-color sheen. The crystal gorgeous blood is the poor Harpy's "friendship" dedication.

Alexander then took out another needle and sucked up the blood of a vampire, a werewolf, and a nine-headed dragon snake in turn. Injected into your body through a vein in your arm*, as such. The Son of the Plane Creation Project begins.

For the first few minutes, nothing changed except for the increasingly fierce wind between heaven and earth. Even Alexander, who absorbed and fused all three bloodlines at the same time with perfect blood, just stood in place with a serious face, still continuing the style of a soldier, and his body was as tall as a javelin.

But it turns out that the offensive of the Origin Consciousness of the Night Legend Plane is not coming, and it is amazing. After only five or six minutes of calm, with a wild and terrible howl, a staggering number of giant wolves swarmed from all directions, and thousands of fierce beasts set off a raging tide on the wilderness.

White Maple Valley looked into the distance, and the location they were in at this time was in the north of the city, three or four kilometers away was the outskirts of the city, and the other three directions were endless, and the empty wilderness four or five kilometers away from the mountain range was covered with giant wolves, dense, at least tens of thousands.

Rowling was calm, obviously confident, and ordered in a crisp voice: "Tan Anbang, James, raise the wall of fire." Attention Deathwalkers, machine gun bunkers are at full fire, don't worry about equipping ammunition. Reincarnated are free to move and are responsible for killing the elite of the wolf pack. ”

"Understood!"

"Alright, Captain!"

Everyone responded, Tan Anbang and James, the two technological side reincarnators, as the actual controllers of the red alert base, held a tablet remote control device, and with a few quick presses, the wall of fire that Rowling asked for rose from the perimeter of the wall.

"Whew!" "Whew!"

The wind fueled the fire, and the scorching flames more than two meters high erupted into the sky from the nozzles buried in the ground, and even more fiercely in the wind, burning fiercely, trying to stop them as the instinctive predators of the obscurantist beasts.

Unfortunately, these terrifying giant wolves that appeared in front of them were obviously not natural selection and breeding species in nature, their bodies the size of calves were taller and stronger than any kind of wolf known to man, and they were not even afraid of fire.

As if feeling the pain of the scorched fur in their lower abdomen, the giant wolves opened their mouths wide, their dark green eyes stared fiercely at the food behind the wall, and drops of saliva flowed down their sharp teeth, "Huh~~~!! Oh~~~!!! ”

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

"Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!"

However, how could the defense line carefully built by Rowling and the other reincarnated beings be broken through by a group of fierce but stupid giant wolves, and before they could get close to the wall, the Prism Tower and the machine-gun bunker were all in full swing at the same time.

A series of lasers were shot at the center of the giant wolf's eyebrows with the help of an automatic somatosensory device, and the scorching rays pierced its body, leaving a series of scorched black marks on the wasteland, and sometimes even because several giant wolves were huddled together at a good angle, a single laser pierced through and killed three or four enemies.

The machine gun bunker controlled by the Death Walker is not far behind, and after Rowling stressed that he should not spare the ammunition he was equipped with, the group of guys seemed to have a cold face, but their eyes were dyed blood red because of excitement, and the bright light of the muzzle was blazing hot, and the ammunition consumed like flowing water turned into a rain curtain and scattered towards the attacking wolves.

Although there were a large number of wolves, in the face of such a tight defense of the red alert base, even the outermost defense line could not be broken through for a while, Bai Fenggu, Luo Lin and the others simply put their minds at ease and turned to look at Alexander in the open space in the center.

As the Origin Consciousness of the Night Legend Plane launched an offensive and thousands of fierce giant wolves attacked, Alexander finally had a slight change in his body, only to see that his face was sometimes pale as paper, sometimes red as blood, and the whole person trembled unconsciously.

Time passed, accompanied by a rain of bullets and the roar of a giant wolf, Alexander's expression was a little hideous because of pain, his hands pressed on his knees, his knuckles were too hard and he looked very pale, and his body faintly showed the characteristics of werewolves and vampires. (To be continued.) )