Daywalker shook his head. "Yes, but these... test subjects are indeed different from previous vampires. The vampire aura on them is indeed not that strong, and they are not afraid of silver weapons and garlic essence."
Luke looked up at the helicopter hovering outside the building and said, "There are too many reporters outside. Let's leave here first."
The Daywalker had no objection; he hated the glare of searchlights more than the average person.
Under Luke's guidance, the two men entered a sewer not far from the building.
Just as he stood still, Daywalker's nose twitched: "Did those experimental subjects get out from here?"
Luke hummed, "They all emerge from the sewers, killing people everywhere. It's hard to guard against them."
The daywalker looked towards a passage on the side: "I feel like they are coming from that side. I need to go take a look."
Luke's mind raced: "Let's go together. I also want to know where they came from."
The battle on the ground is coming to an end, so the loss of Beidou is not a big problem.
Daywalkers have a natural talent for tracking vampires, and they may make other discoveries.
The two said nothing more and ran quickly one after the other.
Watching the Daywalker moving in and out of the sewers skillfully, Luke was amazed in his heart: It seems that this guy has been to the sewers many times. It seems that vampires are not as elegant and noble as they claim to be!
The daywalker in front didn't know that there was someone behind him whispering in his heart. He just rushed to a certain location according to his breath and intuition.
In less than three minutes, the two rushed into a huge sewer hub and came face to face with a group of experimental subjects.
Without any words, the two men rushed into this huge circular hub space, each drawing their swords, and the silver sword light flashed and shuttled in the darkness.
The two experimental subjects who entered the vicinity of the passageway fell to the ground with a thud before they could understand what was happening.
Then, the two looked up and saw a dark red cocoon-like object suspended in the air more than ten meters above. Countless wriggling and twisted blood lines were scattered and connected to the experimental subjects around the circular cave wall.
Sunwalker's face was solemn: "The Blood God is coming?"
Luke was stunned: "Is there a Blood God here too?"
The daywalker was also stunned: "There are some?"
Luke: "My friend killed two in Sacramento. The first one was very weak, but the second one was pretty strong."
Daywalker: "...Dicken Face was you, and which friend killed him?"
Luke: "I think that's the name. It's the more powerful one."
The Daywalker suppressed his surprise and looked at the blood ball above: "This thing looks a bit like a blood god, but I don't think it looks like a vampire."
Luke: "Just try it and you'll know."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, took out a few anticoagulant darts and threw them out.
Several experimental subjects on the cave wall immediately pounced over and stood in front of the blood clot.
The Daywalker saw that these darts were useless, so he touched the darts on his body and prepared to attack again.
Suddenly he stopped moving: The darts... all hit? What the hell
Just now, under his gaze, the darts twisted strangely in front of the test subjects that were blocking the way, and then all pierced into the blood clot with a "puff puff".
Luke's mouth curled up: Bullseye's primary precision + arc shooting, you want to dodge it without moving, don't you think you are stupid
The dark red blood ball seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then it began to twitch.
After a moment, several pools of dark red blood spurted out and landed on the wall of the cave.
Luke's eyebrows jumped: "It can expel the part that has been eroded by the anticoagulant out of the body."
The Daywalker's dark face showed no expression, but he felt even more troubled: the most effective anticoagulant against vampires didn't have much effect, so how could he fight them
Even so, he kept moving his hands and threw all the darts on his body away.
The silver darts were flying, gathering towards the dark red blood ball like returning swallows.
This time, the blood clot was finally not so careless. More than a hundred experimental subjects connected by the blood lines all flew up, like layers of flesh and blood armor, covering it tightly.
Most of the Daywalker's darts were deflected by the test subjects with their hands, and a few of them penetrated their bodies but failed to hit the blood clot itself.
Neither of them was surprised by this situation.
However, the Daywalker was very decisive. He exerted force on his feet and ran diagonally upwards on the wall of the cave. At the same time, he pulled out the pistol from his waist and shot at the blood clot.
Luke reached behind his back, then covered his body and took out the Smith & Wesson M500 that had not been used for a long time from the storage space.
Bang bang bang bang!
Amidst the loud gunshot, five bullets were fired in succession.
The blood clot felt threatened, and a group of experimental subjects moved to block the direction of Luke's bullet.
Luke laughed in his heart: Do you really think that my only ability to turn corners is my darts? Do you think I am awesome
As the thought came to his mind, five bullets in a plum blossom formation suddenly stretched outward, then rapidly changed direction, forming a series of arcs, and flew towards the blood clot from the side.
However, there were several layers of experimental subjects surrounding the blood clot, plus the Daywalker that was rushing towards it, so it was unable to react in time and had to send out more than ten experimental subjects to stop the Daywalker.
All of Daywalker's bullets were blocked by the experimental subject who rushed over, but he did not panic at all, and even had the leisure to put back his empty pistol.
He swung the long knife in his hand, chopped the experimental subject that was rushing towards him away, and a grim smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Luke's five bullets hit the blood clot one after another under his intentional control.
The first armor-piercing shell quickly broke through the three layers of the test subject's meat shield, followed by the second and third high-explosive shells that penetrated and exploded. The last two incendiary shells passed through the flames and shot into the blood clot, instantly burning inside it with a sizzling sound.
The experimental subject controlled by the blood clot paused abruptly, but the Daywalker had already pounced on him, holding the long sword in both hands, and slashed at the experimental subject's meat shield in front of him like a storm.
The knife light instantly cut a channel, revealing a clot of blood. He grinned and activated a button on his body, then leaped forward and plunged into the clot of blood.
Luke reluctantly put his hands behind his back and retracted the revolver.
The Daywalker and the Blood Clot were entangled, so the high-powered ammunition stored in the storage space was inconvenient to use.
If you are not careful, the blood clot and the Daywalker may be evaporated together.
boom!
With a loud roar, the blood clot exploded below, and a black shadow was sprayed out, falling into the sewage pit below with a plop.
Luke quickly moved away to avoid being affected.
With a splash, the Daywalker, who was sprayed out by the blood, stood up from the sewage pit. He couldn't help shaking his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had just played a trick with the blood group and both sides suffered losses. He was seriously injured.
Luke opened the ventilation equipment a little, sucked some air from the outside into his nose, and immediately frowned and looked at the Daywalker: "Is this a hybrid X-bomb?"
The Daywalker hummed and raised his head: "Garlic extract, silver powder, and anticoagulants are all available."
Luke looked at the three silver cylinders that disappeared from his chest and was a little speechless: "This tastes really strong."
This is not referring to the daywalker, but to the air in the circular space at this moment.
The smell of blood, garlic, and the stench of the sewers was hell to his sensitive sense of smell.