"Bell, bell, bell!"

The full moon at midnight climbed the Tower Bridge over the River Thames.

The bell tower on the Tower Bridge sounded loudly on time.

Under the bright neon, there are inevitably corners that the lights can't reach.

In a gloomy alley, there was a disgusting smell.

It was a damp, musty smell mixed with the smell of sweat, cheap liquor, and the sour smell of vomit.

In the alley, there was a body lying in twos and threes, with only the occasional movement of limbs, proving that they were not dead bodies.

Some people snore like thunder, and some people's expressions reveal the pleasure of intoxication.

God knows if it's alcohol or some other "chemical" running through them.

"Let me go!"

At the mouth of the alley, several drunken men with the smell of alcohol pulled a woman.

A drunk man has a lady's satchel in his hand and rummages through it.

Obviously, this can't be his thing.

A few other drunks, with dirty hands, kept reaching out to the woman, with wanton lewd smiles on their faces.

Although the woman struggled hard, how could she break free from the entanglement of several men.

"Help, help...... Who's going to help me! ”

Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes.

Despair grew in my heart.

Suddenly, an afterimage flashed around several men.

The sound of "click, click" kept ringing.

The men around her fell limply to the ground, their necks twisting in strange postures.

In front of her, I don't know when a girl was standing.

"It's all scum that should be crushed!"

Aisha glanced at the corpse lying on the ground.

These stinking insects don't even qualify to be her blood food.

She looked up at the woman in front of her, her eyes glowing scarlet.

"I'm a little hungry......"

Before the woman could react, she was pressed against the wall by a huge force as soon as she saw a flower.

She saw the girl's mouth open and baring her sharp fangs......

Bloodsucker!!!

In London, women are no strangers to vampire legends.

It's just that I didn't expect them to really exist, and I was met by her.

The breath of death enveloped her, and the extreme fear made her numb all over, and it was difficult to even move......

The cold fangs had pressed against her neck, but the imaginary pain had not yet come.

The fangs on the neck were retracted.

A voice rang in my ears:

"You must be careful when walking at night in the future, the night is very dangerous!"

As the words fell, the woman seemed to regain her mobility.

She screamed and flew away.

"What's wrong with me?"

As her fangs were about to tear open the woman's throat, Elsa's mind flashed Luo Mingzhang's figure.

When she was about to taste the delicious blood herself, she suppressed her thirsty bloodthirsty desire.

As long as you are willing to look up at the sky, I will definitely pull you out of this abyss.

Aisha laughed self-deprecatingly.

Luo Mingzhang...... Your light is so warm that I don't even recognize myself.

"Forget it, it's not bad to eat medium-rare steak once in a while, and pair it with some red wine!"

Just as the Blood Girl was about to lift her legs and leave, a large group of bats flew densely in the night sky.

In the gloomy alleys, damp street entrances and narrow walls, a human figure is condensed.

"Aisha Bartol, the elders will pronounce your death sentence for treason, and if you are caught, you will get a dignified death."

A fourth-order high-level vampire stood on a high place, looking down at the girl on the ground.

He is not weaker than Aisha Bartol.

It is also a top-notch existence in the Bloodline.

In his opinion, with his strength and the large number of men, it would not be a problem to capture this traitor.

"My whereabouts in the East were revealed to the Holy See by those old fellows! Gang up with the Holy See and harm the same clan, I think this treason is more appropriate for those old fellows. ”

Aisha sneered.

"Since I awakened, I haven't gotten the slightest benefit from the Bloodline, and they want to deal with me...... Just those guys who can only lie in a moldy coffin and rot deserve it? ”

"How dare you disobey the Council of Elders!"

The vampire at the head roared.

The Council of Elders of the Blood Clan is its highest decision-making body, although its members include various powerful families and intrigue within themselves, but once the Council of Elders reaches a decision, it represents the will of the entire Blood Clan and cannot be violated.

"Do you know why the elders are so persistent in sending you to your death?"

Aisha smiled mysteriously as she looked at the vampire in charge.

Her figure suddenly appeared in front of the fourth-order high-level vampire.

A suppression from the bloodline made his body tremble.

Bloodline suppression is a privileged tactic of the Bloodline against the Blood Servants.

Even a low-level vampire that is not transformed by itself can cause effective suppression.

But he is a pure blood clan, and the only one who can suppress his bloodline can only be the legendary ancestor vampire!

A hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

Before his body could react, the girl's right hand plunged into his chest and pulled out a beating heart.

"How is this possible?"

His strength was quickly drained, and his body instantly dried up, and he fell from the wall.

Before his consciousness died, the girl's disdainful voice was heard:

"Because I have enough blood to rival the ancestor!"

Aisha's face was full of mockery, if the high-level blood clan of the Elders' Guild was exhausted and a few were killed, then she would not be able to stop it.

The old guy, shouting that the glory of the blood clan is above all else, is quite a pity for his life.

Otherwise, he would have been arrested as nourishment for the resurrection ancestor.

Her eyes swept to the vampires around her, revealing a bloodthirsty glow......

The right hand holding the heart pinched, and the plasma burst.

Sticky blood dripped from her fingers onto the stone slabs on the ground......

At the same time, the stronghold of the Holy See in Eastern Europe.

The blood on the ground dripped from the blade, dripping from the blade, and gathered in a dark red puddle of blood.

Kyle Vincent's flesh armor faded, revealing his face.

At this moment, his face was full of fortitude and coldness.

When they were familiar with Luo Mingzhang, they were very different.

"I can finally take full control of this body, at least I can fully exert the power it should have."

The Witcher's body is very special, and it can only be used by the Witcher's corresponding means.

Occupying this body, he can barely use all the abilities he has, and can only passively use the abilities of the black goat of the forest to form flesh armor to strengthen himself.

Although there were twists and turns in this plan, through sacrifice, he destroyed the doppelganger of Sabu Nicholas as the spokesperson of the gods, and all the remaining divine power was returned to his body, transforming the body of the witcher so that his power could be unleashed.

Kyle Vincent, flicking the blood from the blade, turned away.

"Boom!"

A flash of thunder exploded.

The surrounding scene is reflected.

Inside and outside the cathedral, the corpses of the papal personnel lay on the ground, and the white robes on the corpses were dyed a piercing blood red.

"Holy See, France, you wait, these hundreds of years of grievances and hatred, the rewards, have just begun to ......"