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Chapter 120, Battle! War! War!

"Click! Click! Click! ”

The assault rifle's continuous and accurate burst fire came from the vampire's superhuman reflexes and action, and the moment he sensed the locking of the opponent's gas engine, Simonson opened fire brazenly!

The dazzling light of the fire only shone for a moment in the night, and then it disappeared into nothingness... Who would have known that this attack, which was more like a waste of bullets, was actually aimed at the priest's vital points - eyes, throat, heart...

This kind of action is by no means explained by a simple sentence of "it turns out that this is a vampire", and the precise attack that is completely beyond the limit of human reaction comes from the combat skills that this man has honed before becoming a monster, and the shooting instinct that is about to become instinctive!

If the opponent is an ordinary hunter, this short and deadly first attack is enough to make the opponent give the head, but unfortunately, this time the man is facing the paladin, who is known as the highest combat power of the Vatican!

The dazzling silver spell sword was swung again, but it suddenly changed the style of battle... Anderson no longer looked like a cruel and tyrannical berserker, and his beautiful sword dance shredded the bullets that came at him in the dark night, as if he had rehearsed a play long ago...

True, he finally remembered the information about the name "Sabonis" - he was both a man and an organization that had been active on various fronts.

The Wolf of the Desert - Sabonis!

This mercenary group, which is almost all composed of imps, has a strength that does not match their appearance at all, so that countless opponents who underestimate them have been sent to hell by this group... Even because of the excellent quality of these guys' missions, the Vatican has entrusted them with assistance in carrying out the mission of vampire retreat.

-- No wonder they are particularly familiar with and wary of the Vatican and the executors after they have changed their positions, and from the point of view of their methods, the first bomb explosion was also their handiwork!

"Stupid sinners!"

Pressing the voice deep in his throat, Anderson held the weapon in his hand tighter and firmer!

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Slaying monsters has nothing to do with their identities in the first place! For the priest, let alone the collaborator of the Church, even if the bishop of the Vatican dares to touch the iron law of the Lord, he will not hesitate to use his curse sword!

If not, how could he be a sacrifice to Judah and a paladin against the devil?

As for the sins that have been tainted in the process...

All the members of Lesson 13 have been willing to be sinners from the beginning, and it is nonsense to worry about such things until now!

War!

The sword light was sharp, and the shot just now not only allowed the enemy to seize the priest's brief moment, but also gave the priest insight into the location of other enemies! Anderson, who had just fought with Planck, not only did not show any fatigue, but was inspired by the blood of the demon in his bones!

Faced with an unforgivable sinner, he seemed to incarnate as a lightning bolt galloping across the earth in the night, cutting into the range of his attack before the opponent finished changing the magazine.

Slash!

The sword of Pi Lian went straight to the door and the heart, and if it was hit by this blow, even a vampire above the A level would not be able to get any benefits, and it was even very likely to be killed with one blow.

But Simonson isn't sitting still, either.

The guns that had been emptied were nothing more than scrap metal, and the Desert Wolf did not hesitate to throw his rifle in the direction Anderson was heading long before the priest rushed here. The iron block, which was originally not a threat, had gained a lot of power due to the opponent's rapid sprint, and the former had no choice but to swing the lower of the two spell swords, cutting the rifle in half.

That's enough...

With the help of a few milliseconds, Simonson pulled another pitch-black pistol from his waist with his free left hand - by the definition of a pistol, there is no doubt that this guy can be called a heretic!

The silver metal body and the pitch-black ebony grip, coupled with the rifling characteristic of the revolver...

Nine-millimeter caliber Colt - sledgehammer!

At the moment when the muzzle of the gun erupted flames, both the attacker and the attacked clearly felt the ferocity that could be used as a hand cannon!

"Bang!!"

The gunfire that shook the four fields quickly spread out in the deep dark night, and even the battlefield fell into a brief silence...

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"This is it~"

The woman's voice is mischievous and cute... Of course, there is also a strong smell of blood!

Looking out from the foot of the mountain to the rugged foothills, his view was blocked by the various large crosses, but Edward seemed to be able to find traces of his opponent in the darkness.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth... He knew he was in the right place.

"Still won't come out!?"

The wilderness is silent, and the answer to Edward is also an amazingly powerful bullet!