Ron shuddered at the terrible laughter that had almost wiped out their hunting team that night, could that be the progenitor who had transformed ordinary people into vampires?

"That Ancestor...... Is it nearby?" he asked.

"I wish she were, but unfortunately she should have left, she is cunning and never stays in one place for long. Catherine gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, "I have been chasing her trails, and one day I will break her body into pieces, destroy every cell of her, and make her never resurrected!"

Ron is not so optimistic, just a transformed vampire is so difficult, if the Ancestor appears, I'm afraid that one of them will not survive......

No, death is not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is to turn into a monster like a vampire, attacking and gnawing at one's former relatives and friends.

Ron suddenly remembered that the legendary vampire was born in the land of Romania in the first place.

Now the legend has become a reality, and according to Catherine, the ancestor of the vampire has been quietly wreaking havoc in this world for a long time, but ordinary people are ignorant of its existence.

There was a thud in the woods, and the quiet Gavin barked wildly.

"You'd better go back to the gymnasium and stay with the villagers. Catherine tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword intently.

A man staggered out of the woods, this time an elderly woman, emaciated, with the same bulging eyes and shortness of breath as Selena, her mouth open and closed, staring hungrily at him and Catherine.

"The last time I saw this man, he was also a missing person in the village. He said.

"It doesn't matter, none of this matters, all vampires have to die!" Catherine said as she rushed towards the old woman with a sword.

The old woman, too, with her arms outstretched and howling hoarsely in her throat, lunged at Catherine's face as fast as an old man on the verge of death, but like an Olympic champion in the 100 meters.

Catherine raised her sword and fell, and the old woman was also in a different position.

Ron was so absorbed that he forgot his fear, Catherine's muscular figure was full of power, and the large two-handed sword in her hand was perfect for chopping, and her movements were wide open and close, whether it was cutting people or trees, it was like slashing and decaying.

Her expression was at ease, and it was clear that she hadn't used her full strength yet.

Whether it is speed or strength, she is stronger than ordinary people, but not to the point of being unbelievable, she uses her superior swordsmanship to attack her enemies more so as not to pay extra physical strength.

Catherine looked back and saw that he hadn't left yet, a little surprised by his boldness, as an ordinary person, it was rare to see so many strange things and still maintain a considerable degree of calm.

"Do you want to make things easier?" she asked abruptly, lowering her crosssword for a moment.

"What do you mean?" he froze.

She pointed to his hand, and after he cut himself just now, the wound had not completely stopped bleeding, and it was still oozing blood.

He looked down at his fingers, then at the two corpses, and understood what she meant.

These vampires chase fresh flesh and are drawn to it when they smell it.

"I don't care, but are you sure you want to do it?" he reminded, "I don't know how many vampires are still roaming the woods, if they smell the smell and rush over......"

"We are the hand of God, whether it is a vampire or a demon, we will destroy as many as we come!

Ron knew that if he didn't get rid of all the vampires in the forest, the village would never be at peace, and even if he broke out, he might be attacked in the forest.

"Okay, get ready. ”

He took a deep breath, pressed the blade of his hunting knife against his palm, and slashed hard.

Hiss –

The pain traveled down the nerves to his brain, and he grinned in pain, blood pouring out of his palm.

He found a place to be in the limelight, climbed high on the roof, and let the night breeze blow the smell of his blood into the woods.

It wasn't long before vague figures of walking dead appeared from the woods, of all ages, and several of them were faces he had seen, some of whom he had seen, some of whom he had not seen, possibly tourists or hikers passing by.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, these vampires are all women, not a single male, is it because the ancestor only chooses women for transformation? Or is it that only women can be transformed?

As for the missing male villagers, it is estimated that they were all killed and drained of blood.

Like sharks smelling blood, they came from all directions, there were more than a dozen of them, and after running out of the woods, they figured out where Ron was and sped towards him.

If Catherine couldn't stop them, Ron would surely be torn to shreds.

By now, he has seen it, anyway, he is alone, and it is worth it to open his eyes before he dies.

He looked at Catherine's back, and saw her standing quietly, as if oblivious to the flood of vampires, and even stuck her cross sword on the ground, leaving her hands free.

"This is my hand, this is my heart. She turned her back to the sky, her hands raised in the air, and muttered.

"I will always follow you, and I give it all to you. ”

"Purify my hands, purify my heart!"

With her words, her white hands suddenly bloomed with white light, and the palms of her hands seemed to hold two miniature suns.

Ron narrowed his eyes, his scalp exploded, as if he felt some invisible coercion, and his whole body trembled.

Catherine's hands returned to normal when she lowered her hands and drew her crosssword, but the entire longsword seemed to turn into a lightsaber, releasing a tremendous amount of light and heat, and the dim woods were illuminated as bright as day.

Her long sword, compared to ordinary swords, has a longer sword grid and hilt, if the longer hilt is to facilitate the holding of both hands, Ron has never understood what is the use of such a long sword grid?

At this time, it dawned on him that the long sword that emitted incandescent light as a whole was more like a snow-bright cross held in Catherine's hand, like a messenger of divine punishment on behalf of God.

"Angels. The other two nuns present looked at Catherine reverently, drawing a cross on her chest.

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"Catherine Seraph. ”

After the two nuns said this, they also drew their weapons and joined the battle group.

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