Connor Sr., armed with a silver double-barreled shotgun, pushed open the doors of the church.

"Squeak......

The door in disrepair made a long sound, and the warm candlelight poured out, stretching the shadow of Old Connor long.

The light appeared in the darkness, blinding old Connor's eyes for a moment.

"And a voice came out of the clouds, saying, 'This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased, and hear him......

In the darkness, an aria of the Gospel of Matthew sounded, causing a sudden strong sense of disobedience in his heart, and he almost thought that he was in the wrong place.

But when he regained his sight, he saw dozens of figures turning their heads to look at him quietly, a pair of bloodthirsty blood-red eyes and a neat sitting posture formed a stark contrast.

Rao is old Connor's heart was full of murderous intent, and he couldn't help but be stunned for half a second in the face of such a scene, and then suppressed the horror in his heart, and applauded and laughed roughly: "Hahaha, I should really carry a camera today, if I shoot you back, the Oscar for Best Cinematography in this year's camp must be my old Connor!"

What did he see?

Under hundreds of prayer candles, more than a dozen vampires in suits and leather shoes and light gauze gowns sat upright on the benches, listening to the sermon of the white-haired vampire in red bishop's robe on the podium...... For a different time and place, this is definitely a pastor's sermon scene that would be good enough to include in a documentary.

It's hell alive!

"Good evening, my child!"

The Cardinal greeted Connor Sr. with a smile, his long, meticulously groomed snow-white hair, his kind face, and his blood-red eyes, bright as rubies, glittering behind a pair of small round mirrors.

He gently closed the worn-out Gospel of Matthew in his hand and looked at Connor Sr. with a smile, "You're here at the right time, we're talking about chapter 28, 'The Resurrection of Jesus,' and if you're not in a hurry, maybe you can sit down and listen to it quietly." ”

On his body, he could not see the madness of a low-level vampire, nor the ferocity of an entry-level vampire, but had the kindness and wisdom of a priest, and if he didn't have those blood-red eyes, old Connor would never have been able to recognize them. This old guy is definitely a powerful knight-level vampire!

Connor Sr. responded directly, picking up his double-barreled shotgun and pulling the trigger defiantly...... He wouldn't admit it, he wanted to see a murderous and bloodthirsty vampire more than a kind-faced vampire priest.

"Bang. ”

The gun went off, and the head of a vampire turned into a rotten watermelon, and the silver beads that exploded also caused several nearby vampires to be slightly or severely injured.

"Hiss......"

All the vampires bared their hideous fangs and made the sound of cobras sticking out their tongues, and terrifying ultra-low frequency sound waves tore the bench seats in the back to shreds.

The ultra-low-frequency sound wave swept up the wind and hit Connor Sr., blowing his shoulder-length curls like the legendary Medusa snake hair, and at the moment when blood mist erupted from his pores, a full-covered white light knight's armor poured out of his body, resisting the ultra-low sound waves.

However, the Templars' unique armor of holy power did not reassure Connor Sr., and a great terror quickly permeated his body.

Because, with a single shot, he shattered the head of a knight-level vampire, and the other vampires sat quietly on the bench, neither distracting nor attacking him, as if their butts were fixed to the chairs.

"Hey......"

The cardinal let out a long sigh of sadness, he gently removed the small round glass, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, "Poor little Smith didn't hurt you, why did you kill him?"

As if he had heard the joke of the year, Connor Sr. opened his double-barreled shotgun and pressed a bullet into it, "Why? Because he's a blood-sucking monster, and you're all blood-sucking monsters!"

The "cardinal" slowly stepped down from the podium and walked slowly towards Old Connor with a sad face.

Old Connor had the illusion that the old vampire wanted to come over and touch his cheek.

Because of this delusion, he picked up his double-barreled shotgun and aimed it at the vampire, "Stop, old bastard, don't come here!"

The "Cardinal" still walked towards Old Connor step by step, "We live on blood, so you think we are monsters, you hunt us, and you are not monsters in our eyes?"

"Bang!"

In a flash of firelight, countless tiny silver beads erupted, accurately hitting the thin chest of the "protagonist in red".

But the scrawny-looking vampire was not blasted by Connor Sr.

Silver beads shot a large hole in the "cardinal's" chest and cheeks, and along with Silver's characteristic damage to vampires, a large amount of black smoke came out of those blood holes, and Connor Sr. dared to swear with his own eyes that this shot would definitely hit him in the heart and brain.

But the "cardinal" did not fall, his thin body was not even blown away by this shot, and he still walked towards old Connor step by step.

With each step, the blood holes in his body healed for a minute, and in a few seconds, the silver beads that shot into his body were squeezed out by an invisible force, and fell to the ground with a crisp "clanging" sound.

It's worse than a bunch of vampires listening to the sermons!

Old Connor's eyes were about to tear, and he stepped back and fired another shot.

"Boom".

The erupting silver beads blasted a bloody hole in the "cardinal", but he remained unmoved, "My child, why don't you sit down and feel the difference between blood and human beings carefully?"

"Fuck!" Old Connor finally lost his breath, cursed, and shouted, "Fire!"

"Smack. ”

"Smack. ”

Countless glass shattering sounds rang out at the same time, and more than a dozen high-ranking witchers smashed the multicolored glass windows on both sides of the church and stood on the windows.

In the next second, countless bullets rained down from both sides of the church, turning the entire church into a battlefield almost instantly.

With such a dense storm of bullets, it is not surprising that in a matter of seconds, all the vampires in the church will be turned into corpses.

How long is a second?

Old Connor didn't calculate carefully, and he never cared, he only knew that he could fire 6 shots and 4 slashes in a second.

And this second of scene made Connor Sr. unforgettable.

The Cardinal seemed to have known that there were more than a dozen witchers lurking around, and in the 0.1 seconds they had planned to break through the multicolored glass window, he looked at Old Connor with the eyes of an unsuccessful child, and shook his head slightly.

In the next 0.9 seconds, Connor Sr. could clearly see him raise his head and open his mouth to scream.

Screaming, is one of the vampire's signature abilities, and it is also one of the most frustrating skills, vampires can send out ultra-low-frequency sound waves through screaming, this sound wave has the ability to shred matter, but in the face of witchers of the same level, it is basically useless, just like just now, dozens of vampires screamed together, tearing several rows of benches to pieces, but they can't break through Old Connor's holy power armor, which is useless.

And at this moment, the scream of the "cardinal" refreshed Connor's understanding of the ability of the vampire.

He clearly saw that the "Cardinal" screamed out a circle of pale red sound waves, and the sound waves swung out, and everything in the church was frozen, the murderous expressions on the faces of dozens of knight-level vampires were frozen, the action of more than a dozen high-level witchers pulling the trigger was frozen, and even the storm of bullets pouring down was frozen......

And that's not even the scariest of all!

As a circle of blood-red sound waves swung away, all the freeze-frame bullets reflected back the way they came.

A second later, all the high-level witchers were smashed into a sieve by the bullets they fired......