A large mass of liquid floats in the air, and then as if by gravity, it drips downwards like a faucet that opens a floodgate. When that mass of liquid disappeared, a straight/blade without a handle dripped out of the air.

The moment the blade condensed, it suddenly felt gravity and weight, and fell directly from the suspended air, and the sharp tip of the blade pierced straight into the ground, an inch deeper.

Erguo and Meng Ao, who was acting as a headset for the trumpet, stood behind the handleless knife, waving his hand at all those who were attracted by his voice and turned their eyes to him. Coulson stood beside him with an embarrassed expression. Behind them was the White Queen, as well as a dozen elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents equipped with robes.

"You're here too early." Seeing Meng Ao's appearance, Lucien's face became gloomy: "The battle is not over yet. ”

"Actually, I think it's just the right time." Meng Ao tilted his head.

"That's not what we've discussed." Lucien grimaced. Anyone who has been planning here for hundreds of years, and finally waited for someone to intervene in the middle of the revenge battle, will feel as disgusting as eating flies, or several!

No matter how pleasant they were working with Meng Ao before, now that Meng Ao and them were obvious atmosphere breakers, Lucien had an indescribable anger in his heart.

"Don't do that, Lucien, we're here to help you." Coulson perked up a smile. He had never seen such a scene as Meng Ao, who did not obey the quiet shooting of the gun, but instead came to an eye-catching shining debut!

Coulson said that what he is good at is sending agents to quickly get the people and things he needs before anyone can react without anyone knowing. Just like Selena right now.

With the information and identification provided by Klein, Coulson felt that they could take advantage of the chaotic opportunity to fish in troubled waters, use various means to get Selena, and then come out to clean up the battlefield after the war was over.

But at the moment, the script in Meng Ao's hand is obviously in opposition to the script he planned. What's even more tragic is that Meng Ao is not only a producer and director, but also the chief screenwriter!

"That's not a good excuse at all!" Lucien said in a cold voice, "This is my revenge, my personal revenge and that of my people!" We don't need any help. Do you know what I mean? ”

"In fact, you've received a lot of help from us, Lucien, and I really don't want to say that." Meng Ao spread his hands: "As for Coulson's excuses?" Let's ignore it, I just wanted to tell you a story on a whim before you die. ”

"There's always an audience to tell a story."

Coulson couldn't resist the urge to cover his face.

"Enough!" Victor withdrew his gaze from Meng Ao's direction, and the tip of his sword pointed at Lucien again: "Lucian, these people are your last hole cards?" I never thought you'd be united with a weak creature like a human one day. ”

"Weak?" Meng Ao's voice passed through the crowd, once again stubbornly destroying the atmosphere that Victor and Lucien had just regrouped: "I know you, the noble and great Elder of the Corvinus Blood Clan, the Great Lord Victor. I really don't want to contradict you, but maybe you've been asleep for so long that you just woke up and thought it was a hundred years ago. ”

"Look at the weapons in the hands of your descendants, whether they are cold weapons such as swords or hot weapons such as guns, they are all created and manufactured by humans without exception. In addition, 1,400 years ago, noble and great as you were, and your identity was only a mere human being. ”

"Kill them."

For Meng Ao's sarcasm, Victor's response was only such a cold short sentence.

The Deathwalkers, who regarded Victor as a god, and the third generation of the Ancient Bloodline of Kovinas, suddenly rushed towards Meng Ao.

Then there was a flickering sword light, vertical and horizontal!

Then there were frozen figures, and then the great heads that fell.

A windmill of cold light spun around and came back to a stop in front of Meng Ao, a handleless blade.

Razor-sharp! The blade is shiny!

Victor's face darkened for a moment.

Meng Ao beckoned behind him, Emma, the White Queen, took a step forward with someone, and Coulson had a wry smile on his face. Two large-shouldered, round-waisted agents stepped forward with two large black suitcases. At Meng Ao's motion, the two agents entered the code to open the sealed box and gently placed it on the ground.

A plate of round handicrafts is stacked neatly, one purple and one white are divided into two boxes.

Even if it's a little far away, it's not a problem for werewolves and vampires, whose eyesight is far superior to that of humans. So they, including the old Victor, could see the contents of the box as clearly as they were in front of them.

Even if the contents of those two boxes do look like some kind of handicraft produced on a human assembly line, in this situation and atmosphere, no one really thinks that this is some kind of handicraft that is not useful.

Especially Lucien, thinking of Meng Ao and his cooperation, as well as Meng Ao's possible identity in the human world, his face has involuntarily begun to change.

Ammunition!

Even if it doesn't seem to be the slightest bit of what type of munition it is!

This was the only thought that crossed Lucien's mind at the moment!

"Don't even move!" Meng Ao shouted, and his voice ran through the headset: "If you don't want to die!" ”

Victor squinted, and he now had a bad feeling in his heart. And then Meng Ao's commentary, with a tragic straightforwardness, proves his bad sense of crisis.

"These are two crates of munitions from the human world, well, to put it more precisely, the white ones are high-energy explosives, easy enough to send this abandoned floor and its contents - living and dead - into the sky; The purple one is enough to clear the vast majority of vampires on the field. Meng Ao leaned over and patted the two large boxes.

Everyone, vampires and werewolves, suddenly turned into a brilliant face.

"So, don't move, let me tell a story with pleasure, and when it's done, you can continue your fight." Meng Ao straightened up, his eyes looked around, and the handleless straight knife was suspended in mid-air and slowly swirled.

"Just a story?" Victor looked at Meng Ao.

Everyone immediately moved out of the way between his and Meng Ao's gaze.

"Just a story." Meng Ao smiled and said, "I just heard the story not long ago. ”

"The main characters of the story, one is called Victor, and the other is called Selena. Time, well, maybe hundreds of years ago? ”