“Dead!?”
On the empty rooftop, Tang Song used his walking stick to turn over the dry bones beneath his tattered black robe.
The short skeleton, without any decoration, looks ordinary, the kind that would be completely turned into bones after being buried underground for hundreds of years.
Tang Song even smelled a little bit of the stench of rotting corpses.
"Uornos is a dark wizard who has many ways to save his life. Unless we find his phylactery, it will be difficult to destroy him!"
West was wearing ancient paladin armor. Although he was only 1.9 meters tall and thin, he was able to support the armor.
A faint milky white holy light emanated from the armor, and even West's face seemed to be tinged with holiness.
He was standing beside Tang Song at this time, looking at him with surprise in his eyes.
Urnos's strength should not be underestimated. Even he has to wear a full set of paladin armor when facing Urnos.
This businessman, whom he had never cared much about, could easily kill Urnos.
West couldn't help but increase the importance of Tang Song in his mind.
He began to seriously consider the matter of being Tang Song's guide.
The Holy Shield Brotherhood is not without Oriental faces. One of the founders of the Holy Shield Brotherhood was Master Zhang Heng from the East.
With the ability and strength demonstrated by Tang Song, he will definitely have a good future in the brotherhood, and he, as a guide, will naturally benefit from it.
With the support of the order, he dared not even think about the position of Pope, but as the director of the Inquisition, he would have to enter a monastery to practice asceticism in a few years.
He has his chance.
As he thought about it, West's gaze towards Tang Song became soft and kind.
Tang Song did not notice the change in West's gaze. He used his cane to pick up the fragments of black robe on the dry bones and put them aside.
Watching his men cleaning up the bodies of several snipers on the rooftop.
He couldn't help feeling a little gloomy. At this moment, the crackling sound of gunfire from the direction of the lighthouse reached his ears like firecrackers.
Tang Song looked at West, who was flickering like an incandescent lamp, and suddenly asked:
"Chief Judge, if the noise made while clearing out the dark creatures is too loud and attracts the attention of government departments, how do you usually deal with it?"
West was stunned by Tang Song's question, and then he looked at the priest beside him.
Because small matters like this are usually handled by the deacons of the court.
A young priest deacon stepped forward and explained to Tang Song politely but with a hint of arrogance:
"Mr. Tang, we have a special liaison agency that can report the news directly to the White House and the Department of Defense. The presidential offices of other countries also have special departments to liaise with us!"
Tang Song paused with his cane and grinned: "That's good, then please report to the White House now!"
Report, what to report
The young priest had a face full of questions, not quite understanding what Tang Song meant.
"Frank, show us the big guns we brought here, and let these vampires have a taste of what it's like to be bombarded!"
Tang Song was a little angry. He took out the communicator, connected to the channel, and spoke to Frank.
… …
Two heavy trucks known as military Optimus Primes stopped on the interstate not far from the dock.
Under Frank's command, a dozen Russian strong men in camouflage uniforms unloaded the heavy metal parts one by one in a hurry.
Assembling it on the spot, these Russian strong men were very skilled and it took less than half an hour.
Two unusually large heavy cannons appeared not far from the dock.
When the nearly three-meter-thick cannon barrel was pointed towards the sky.
Except for Tang Song, everyone on the rooftop couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
The young priest asked with some hesitation: "Mr. Tang, what is this?"
"Cannon, isn't it very clear?" Tang Song glanced at him casually and added: "This is the Soviet-made 2S4 240mm tulip cannon!"
"I know this is a cannon, but why are you pulling such a large cannon here? Do you know what impact it will have if you use such a large-caliber cannon in the Federation?"
The young priest said a little madly.
Although the Holy See has a great deal of autonomy in dealing with dark creatures, governments of various countries will more or less give the Holy See some face.
But you use this kind of heavy artillery to bombard someone else's land, this...
"The werewolves, the dark wizards, and the vampires inside seem to be well prepared," Tang Song ignored the angry young priest and looked at West and said:
"I don't think we should put the battlefield on someone else's prepared home ground. What do you think?"
A decisive battle requires human lives, and Tang Song does not want to sacrifice their own lives.
West looked at Tang Song's calm and determined eyes, thought about his plan, pondered for a moment, and said:
"The coming of the evil god is very important. Our church will communicate with the government about this matter. I believe that Mr. President will understand our difficulties!"
The young priest next to him wanted to say something with a conflicted look on his face, but the female priestess beside him pulled at the corner of his clothes and stopped him in time.
… …
At this time, beside the interstate highway, two strong Russian men lifted a shell that was one meter long and as thick as a small gas tank and stuffed it into the magazine.
A gunner turned the gun, and the tank-like tracks delivered the shells into the barrel.
The two gunners shook the gun barrels to adjust the shooting angle.
Soon, under the operation of these experienced gunners, the two huge cannons were aimed at the target, ready to fire.
"Fire!"
Frank gave the order through the communicator.
… …
In the various bunkers near the lighthouse, some vampires quickly noticed something unusual.
Dickenfels' orders to them were to stay here and wait for him to complete the ritual.
The human gunmen's retreat was quickly noticed by these vampires with a keen sense of smell.
They all poked their heads out of the bunker.
The humming sound was like an organ. They looked up and saw two black dots falling from the sky.
Two shells hit the center of the lighthouse. Inside the lighthouse, two werewolves holding submachine guns were blown to pieces along with the entire lighthouse.
Two large pits about four or five meters deep were left on the ground.
A strong shock wave vibrated around the big pit, and a thick layer of soil was raised on the ground. The sea surface not far away also surged, causing waves.
Even the abandoned unfinished building where Tang Song lived was shaking.
…
"What's going on?"
In a laboratory in the underground castle, a vampire professor in a white coat was using a centrifuge to decompose the serum sent by Deaconfers.
Suddenly the ground shook and dirt fell from the ceiling.
"Is there an earthquake?"
The professor staggered and almost fell to the ground, but Dickenfels suddenly appeared beside him and supported him.
"Professor, what are the results of the experiment?"
Dickenfels couldn't help but ask before the professor could stand still.
The professor adjusted his glasses and said, "Theoretically, there is no problem. This perfect blood can indeed neutralize the energy in the blood of the daywalkers, but this requires a lot of experimental data as a basis!
This may take some time!"
"We don't have time!" Dickenfels licked the blood from his canine teeth.
boom…
The violent explosion sounded like muffled thunder.
The strong vibration threw the professor, who had just stood firm, out and hit the shelf of the centrifuge.
Blood flowed down his broken forehead, and Professor Mimihu felt the moonlight sprinkled on his body. That kind of comfortable feeling was like lying on the haystack on the farm before being embraced by a vampire, carefree, comfortable and cozy.
The moon? The professor blinked and wiped the blood stains on his glasses. In the sky, a bright moon was hanging high.
For the first time, moonlight poured into this underground castle converted from a Cold War air-raid shelter.