Naturally, Qianye would not let them break the door so easily. He put down the Eagle Strike, grabbed a large-caliber sniper rifle picked out from the arsenal, aimed at the werewolf with the short-barreled cannon, and pulled the trigger continuously. The five bullets in the magazine are fired.
Blood flowers bloomed from the werewolves' bodies, and they kept whining. The cannon lost its control, and there was another roar, but the reddish long tube turned more than ninety degrees, and the shell missed, blowing away dozens of blood slaves nearby. But after rolling a few times, those senior werewolves got up again. Only one fell down.
Qianye shook his head secretly. The vitality and defensive power of werewolves are abnormal. When they reach level five, if such a large-caliber sniper rifle can't hit the vital point, they can only be left behind. injury.
Qianye put on a new magazine, fired another round of rapid fire, this time all aimed at a werewolf, and finally knocked it to the ground.
At this time, the sentry tower shook even more violently, as if it would fall down at any time. It turned out that the warriors of the dark race who rushed up to the wall had already discovered this sniper point and began to try to break in, impatiently starting to demolish the building.
Qianye suddenly felt a warning sign, and looked outside, just in time to see several round objects engraved with complicated patterns flying towards them!
Bloodline grenade!
The blood grenade is driven by the dark force. Although it is about the same size as a human grenade, it is as powerful as a cannonball. And with the power of the dark race, they can be easily thrown to a designated location a hundred meters away.
Qianye recognized this kind of thing at the first sight, immediately picked up the eagle strike, jumped directly from the small window inside to the bottom of the wall where the soldiers were hiding, and found a corner to curl up in!
The rumbling sound continued continuously, and it seemed that Qianye's entire world was only left with gunpowder smoke and explosions. He couldn't hear the second sound in his ears. The bricks and plaster kept falling, and many of them hit his head.
After the roar finally passed, Qianye looked up, half of the ceiling was gone, revealing the gray sky without light. The upper watchtower has been completely wiped out, and there are corpses of dark race cannon fodder lying around. This round of explosion not only blasted away the upper half of the sentry tower and the connected guard wall, Yu Wei also killed many dark race fighters who wanted to rush in.
But the dark race never cared about the casualties of cannon fodder.
There were not many human fighters to be seen on the guard wall, and most of the survivors had been forced to retreat to the fortifications in the town. The cannon fodder of the dark race is continuously climbing up the guard wall. Several senior fighters are roaring and commanding, and they will even grab some slow-moving cannon fodder and throw them into the wall.
In the ruins of the watchtower, Qianye suddenly stood up, held the "Vulcan" multi-barreled cannon, and pulled the trigger!
The barrel of the "Vulcan" was whirling, and bullets were pouring towards a werewolf twenty meters away like a violent storm. At close range, the fifth-level werewolf's body continued to bloom with blood, and he was knocked back step by step, and finally fell to the ground!
Qianye didn't stop, and the roaring "Vulcan" was like waving a metal and flame whip, sweeping down the dark race warriors.
In the blink of an eye, the 500-round ammunition box of "Vulcan" was completely emptied, and there was no living dark race within 30 meters in front of Qianye.
Just as Qianye breathed a sigh of relief, a black figure rushed towards him like lightning, throwing him to the ground! This is a fifth-level blood warrior.
The two rolled and fought for a few rounds, and suddenly Qianye's arm jabs, but it reaches directly to the blood warrior's mouth. He instinctively bit down, and the blood-sucking fangs pierced deeply into Qianye's muscles! But before he could be surprised, the muscles in Qianye's arm suddenly became as firm as iron, and he pulled back fiercely, pulling out his two blood-sucking fangs!
The pain made the blood warrior almost faint. Qianye immediately stood up, pulled out a short gun, inserted it directly into his bloody mouth, and pulled the trigger!
There was a muffled splash, and Qianye's face and chest were splashed with blood.
He stood up, looked around, and jumped into the town before the next wave of dark warriors closed in.
Qianye was speeding through the buildings in the alley, and every now and then he would strike violently, killing werewolves and spider demons. On the battlefield of large-scale melee, the thick-skinned and powerful werewolves and nerubians are much more threatening than the vampires. Only when the battle reaches a higher level, will the blood race surpass the two races again.
Therefore, the primary targets of Qianye's killing were werewolves and nerubians.
There were gunshots, explosions, flames and screams everywhere, and the whole town became a battlefield. Qianye had already forgotten the time, only fighting instinct remained.
Suddenly a few low-level werewolves rushed past in front of Qianye, and he instinctively touched his body, but it was in vain. Eagle Strike was thrown somewhere, and the assault rifle was gone. All gunpowder weapons were empty of ammunition, and the satchel containing the grenade was even more empty. Although the two short guns were still in his waist, there was no difference between having them and not having them. Qianye's original force was close to drying up, even if there were solid bullets in it, he would not have the strength to arouse it.
Qianye only felt exhausted, and if he hadn't tried his best to control and even wanted to lie down on the spot, this was the sequelae of excessive use of the force and the end of the effect of stimulants.
He suddenly felt something in his trouser pocket and took it out to see that it was a stimulant. He didn't care about whether it would be a problem if he continued to use it, so he immediately stuck it into his arm and injected it all in. The drowsiness was really relieved. .
Qianye suddenly heard abnormal movements and human screams from the next room, he immediately opened the door and rushed in. The house was splattered with blood and corpses, both human and dark. A few werewolves were approaching an expeditionary soldier to the corner.
It was a young man who seemed to have just grown up, and the military uniform looked too loose on his body. His face was pale, and he was holding a dagger in his hand, waving it wildly, trying to protect himself.
Qianye let out a low growl, and was about to rush forward, but a werewolf rushed forward and collided with Qianye, one person and one wolf kept rolling and fighting. Qianye was exhausted at this moment, and couldn't get rid of the entanglement of this second-level werewolf for a while.
The werewolf bit Qianye's shoulder fiercely, his sharp teeth tore through the special military uniform as tough as leather armor, and nailed into the flesh. But Qianye's body was actually stronger than leather armor, no matter how much the werewolf shook his head, he couldn't tear off a piece of flesh.
At this moment, Qianye heard a scream. He turned his head and saw that the young soldiers of the expeditionary force had been thrown down by the remaining three werewolves. Big chunks of flesh and blood were being torn off and fell into the werewolf's belly. The boy didn't die for a while, the pain made him unable to even pass out, he could only scream desperately, enduring the pain of being torn apart.
The blood in Qianye's pupils was not only a reflection of the boy's flesh and blood!
Qianye suddenly raised his head and bit the werewolf's throat fiercely! A large ball of hot blood rushed into his stomach, immediately causing all the blood in his body to boil, cheering like a mountain, and even the purple and golden blood swam out of the ability rune, joining the ranks of devouring.
Qianye's strength increased suddenly, and he turned over and pressed the werewolf under his body, making it unable to move, and a funnel seemed to appear in the werewolf's body, and most of the blood in his body poured out in a blink of an eye.
The three werewolves had already tore up the boy and stood up contentedly. Suddenly, they sensed something was wrong. They suddenly turned around and saw Qianye looking at them coldly.
Qianye's pupils are as red as blood at this moment!
After a while, Qianye walked out of the room. His whole body seemed to be drenched with blood, and even his black hair turned dark red. The blood clan sword in his hand was still dripping blood. But in this way, the bright blood in his pupils is not so obvious.
A group of blood slaves suddenly emerged from the opposite side of the alley. When they saw Qianye, they backed away whimpering, and fled from another alley. A senior blood warrior behind them rushed up, looked at Qianye suspiciously, and asked, "Which clan do you belong to? Why have I never seen you before?"
A faint murderous look flashed in Qianye's eyes, he patted the short gun on his waist, and said, "I am a descendant of Marquis Ross."
"Marquis Ross! However, His Excellency the Marquis did not participate in this battle..." The vampire was startled, and then he saw the short spear clearly, and said in surprise, "It's you!"
Before he finished speaking, this time was enough for Qianye to stick in front of him, and the long sword pierced through his abdomen! Qianye grabbed the neck of the blood warrior who was still twitching and struggling, dragged him into an abandoned house next to him, and then bit him on the side of the neck!
This fourth-level blood warrior was terrified, but with the gradual loss of blood essence, the light and bright red color in his eyes gradually faded. When Qianye let go of his hand, he was already shriveled like a mummy.
Qianye didn't go out, he calmly destroyed the corpse with a sharp blade, then sat in the corner of the room, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for his physical strength to recover.
After sucking enough blood from the werewolf and the vampire, Qianye's body entered a state of boiling blood, and his recovery speed was greatly improved. In less than half an hour, he will recover his physical strength and half of his original force, and he will be able to use the original force gun again. The only small flaw is that when the blood is boiling, it is impossible to control the blood gas to add the energy of the original force bomb.
Suddenly, with a bang, the door at the other end was knocked open, and the burly figure of Bao Zhengcheng appeared. He staggered into the room, without even noticing what was inside, he rolled and leaned against the wall on the spot, clenched the dagger tightly, and put on a fighting stance.
A sixth-level blood knight appeared at the door of the room. With a cold smile typical of the blood race, he raised his head and walked slowly, the long sword in his hand was covered with blood.
But as soon as he walked in, his smile froze immediately. The double guns in Qianye's hands were already aimed at him!
The blood knight screamed, but he never thought that there was another person in the room! He has no sense at all!
The gunshots were very soft, like the sound of flowers blooming.
In contrast, the momentum of the Blood Knight flying sideways was astonishing. It rumbled through the door panel, cracked the wall, and shattered all the armor between its chest and abdomen. The twin guns were dropped directly, leaving only two beautiful and bewitching twin flowers, entwined and blooming side by side in the void.
Qianye had already pounced on him like a ghost, holding a sword in both hands, and pierced the blood knight's chest with a sword, piercing his heart!
The blood knight struggled desperately, his extremely strong vitality gave him the strength to fight back. Qianye's chest and abdomen were continuously punched and kneed, but Qianye pressed down on the hilt of the sword with all his strength, firmly nailing the blood knight to the ground.
Every time the Blood Knight landed a punch, there would be a slight cracking sound. Severe pain washed over Qianye's nerves, but he, who has been trained in the art of war, can completely bear this pain. If the blood knight was allowed to stand up, both he and Bao Zhengcheng would die in the blood knight's dying counterattack.
At this time, there were continuous gunshots again. Bao Zhengcheng found a pistol from nowhere, and almost brought the muzzle to the Blood Knight's face, and then all the bullets poured out, completely smashing the pale and gloomy s face.
The blood knight twitched a few more times before he stopped moving.