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Chapter 105: The Night of the Exorcism (2)

Finally, Father Anderson stopped waiting, perhaps because he couldn't bear the evil way that continued to be evil, or maybe... Afraid of the boy's too straightforward question, the hunter who broke the glass window of the living room went straight into the endless darkness, never to look back.

In the opposite direction to him, the young priest still stood at the scene of the bloody crime, not taking a step away.

"Father, Father..."

Kars muttered quietly, but as if without emotion.

The moonlight shifted at a subtle angle, hiding the unbearable misery into the darkness, and a burst of micro-blows into the hall, slightly crushing the smell of blood, and at this moment, the priest who had been standing at the scene of the crime a moment ago disappeared like a UFO.

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Escape...

Run!!

What an invincible vampire, what an immortal liberation, until now, it has become a complete nonsense!

In comparison, the killing machine behind it that is constantly approaching and constantly swallowing is more than anything else! What had once been thought to be a complete disregard for human power now seemed nothing more than that, and in the moment of facing that cursed sword, the tangible intuition of death almost made Charlie feel like he was back on that night.

… The night that allowed himself to hover on the brink of life and death, but ended up sucking blood and becoming a Night Clan.

The intense fear of death has struck again.

Yes, in the confrontation with the hunters, the monster was frightened and retreated.

After all, Charlie is just a traveler to Poland, but in this troubled time, he was seriously injured and near death because of the attack of bandits... But just before death came, he saw the river...

It was an indescribable river of bright red, gurgling out of those who had died, and then converging in front of him.

The disgusting and unsettling red color became the most precious source of life at that moment. He had forgotten everything, but his body couldn't help but thirst for those filthy blood, his soft tongue began to lick the rough ground frantically, sharp stones cut his mouth, and the filthy dirt was disgusting, but at that moment, he didn't care...

Then, something magical happened!

The more he drank the blood, the more his already cold and numb body stirred from within, life began to tremble strongly, and his heart began to work again—by the time he came to his senses, it was already the second half of the night.

He sat alone among the scattered corpses, munching on something elastic like a beast...

From that moment on, Charlie understood that he was no longer human, but had become a monster that only existed in legends - vampires!

After an initial period of nausea and uneasiness, and about two days, Charlie gradually became accustomed to his new identity, and even rejoiced in the great power and eternal life he had gained.

The war provided him with the best shelter, and no one would find him, even as he continued to hunt new targets every day. By the flesh and blood and life of others, he will live forever and ever.

But...

"Where else are you going to hide, vampire?"

On the way to escape, the wall that had fallen due to howitzer bombardment turned into a jagged ruin, and the priest in a gray trench coat and silver glasses sat casually on the ruins, holding his cursed sword.

"You... You... You! ”

Charlie can't even say it all... The blow to his left shoulder came close to piercing his heart, a pain he hadn't experienced in a long time since he had become a monster. That's why he chose to run away, doing everything in his power to get away from this terrible priest.

"Since it's the dead, you shouldn't be moving around anymore... If you deviate from the evil ways of etiquette, you will not tremble and die in divine punishment! ”

He stood, his tone growing fierce and angry, the curse sword in his hand crossed his chest in a misaligned cross. Against the direction of the moonlight, it was impossible to see his figure, only the two sharp blades and the cross on his chest were shining!

"Ahhh!!hhh

The fear of being threatened finally made the vampire lose his mind, and Charlie, who was just a "chick", could no longer stand the gaze of the "eagle", and he rushed in the direction of the priest like crazy, and the speed of leaving the normal human category was revealed at this moment.

Yes, with his exceptional speed, he gets close to his opponent for a split second, and then squeezes his opponent's throat with great exaggerated wrist force. This is how Charlie has mastered the fight in just a few days.

After pushing his speed to the limit, he instinctively reached out his right hand, sharp claws, and stabbed the priest in the throat. But what greeted him was not a soft throat, but a dazzling silver light...

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There is no obstacle to mud and water, and there is no stalemate of equal strength.

The spell swords in the priest's hand slashed at each other, first easily severing the right arm that had taken an unknown number of lives, and then the other was inserted into the other's mouth almost at the same time.

The cold was a wake-up call, and after that, Charlie didn't know anything...

His two lives were finally over, at the hands of the hunter priest who was stabbed with a sword.

It's over.

The paperwork engraved with the purification circle was wrapped around the monster's body, and the blue-blue flames quickly steamed, erasing all traces of Charlie in this world, leaving only a line of meaningless handwriting on the list of missing persons.

In front of the cold fireworks, the firelight made Anderson's eyes unpredictable, and behind the lenses, the cold priest was thinking.

Perhaps, seeing off someone who is far away?

Or maybe it's repentance of the sins of his indulgence.

… That little ghost, now, I'm afraid it's gone far, right? Will you ever return to the UK in the future?

The twin blades in his hands clenched, then released again and again for a moment, and finally he couldn't make up his mind.

"Hah..."

With a helpless sigh, the priest who put away his curse sword walked towards the scheduled jet. Next, he had to tell another lie for his wanton behavior.