In another valley, Qianye crouched in the grass, looking through the gaps between the blades of grass, looking at the blood warriors not far away. The blood warrior kicked and broke the silk thread, which pulled the mechanism, and the tinfoil bag burst open, and a bright silver flame ignited immediately.
The blood warrior reacted faster. As soon as the flash came on, he turned his head and closed his eyes to avoid the damage. And he retreated quickly, then opened his eyes, and began to look for the enemies hidden in the dark.
Qianye didn't give him this chance to buffer, he jumped up when the blood warrior retreated, and threw a tinfoil bag with his hand. When the blood warrior opened his eyes, what he saw was the tinfoil bag a few meters away in front of him, and then Qianye pulled the silk thread in his hand, and a ball of light lit up in front of the blood warrior again!
The blood warrior finally got hit. He let out a scream and instinctively covered his eyes.
Qianye took out the Cole pistol, clenched it with both hands, firmly maintained every timely reset under the strong recoil, and fired all seven bullets in the magazine in one breath.
All the bullets were poured on the blood warrior's hands and face, and none of them could penetrate his hands covering his eyes. The two bullets that hit his chin were embedded in his jawbone, and they failed to penetrate the bone.
Qianye's heart shuddered, such a strong body!
Gunpowder weapons can't penetrate at this distance, that's the physique of a high-ranking blood warrior, that is to say, a guy who can only compete with a veteran of the Black Scorpion! If Qianye met a high-level blood warrior, there would be no chance of winning in a head-to-head confrontation.
But judging from the strength of the dark force and the reaction speed before the battle, this blood race is indeed only at the level of a second-level soldier. Could it be that he has some special and powerful talents? Qianye's thoughts turned, and he pulled the trigger for the last time without hesitation.
The blood warrior was forced to retreat continuously, screaming continuously. Those bullets were all coated with silver, and immediately began to corrode flesh and blood as soon as they were shot into the body. But Qianye knew that his bullets were just cheap silver-plated bullets, and the real sterling silver bullets were arms control materials, so he couldn't get them. The silver-plated bullet just made the blood warrior's injury worse, but it was not fatal.
Qianye jumped forward, swayed in front of the blood warrior, and then walked around behind him like a ghost, and inserted the saber coated with silver liquid into his back heart, piercing through the heart, and then retreated quickly.
The blood warrior let out a shrill trombone, struggled for a while, and finally fell down.
Qianye finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt deeply tired. This battle lasted very short, but it consumed nearly half of his original force. He has exhausted all his skills and means, and obtained this result under continuous plotting.
But the screams of this blood warrior should have spread far away, and other blood clans must be vigilant, and it will not be so easy to simply attack.
Qianye continued to inspect the corpse, and in the blood warrior's close pocket, he found a gold badge with the marks of a crescent moon and a scepter engraved on it. Qianye had never seen this mark before, perhaps it was the emblem of some ancient family.
Qianye put away the badges, and found out some crystal coins that are common among the dark races, and also took them away.
Finally, Qianye pried off the pair of vampire fangs.
This time he took a closer look. This pair of tusks was longer than the ones he found from low-level blood warriors, and the texture was finer and crystal clear, and the holes for sucking blood and injecting venom were also slightly wider. The addition of these small differences allowed Qianye to confirm that this was not an ordinary vampire, but an advanced vampire warrior.
But why did a high-level fighter suddenly drop in strength, from level six to level two, there must be another reason, maybe it has something to do with Yetong being hunted down.
Qianye thought for a while, but did not remove his traces, only adjusted one or two of them, and left quietly.
Having killed two high-level fighters one after another, the blood clan with the title will definitely not let the hunter go easily. Then these traces can leave some clues for the big blood figure, thereby misleading his judgment of Qianye's combat power.
There is still Qianye's smell in these traces, and a keen vampire can easily trace them based on these scents. This is the purpose of Qianye. His real target is that big shot of the blood clan!
In the distance, Yetong felt slightly surprised, another blood chain shackle was broken. Now she felt that maybe she should take a little higher look at this little guy named Qianye. Although he is weak enough, he is obviously cunning enough. Just by killing two elite blood warriors in a row, he can be compared to a seasoned vampire hunter.
About half an hour after Qianye left, a handsome young man stood in the valley, frowning at the blood warrior's body. Behind him, there were still four blood warriors standing, all trembling at the moment.
The man is dressed in evening gown, slim fit, tuxedo, bow tie and linen shirt lace, every detail is meticulous, as if he is going to a reception. His riding boots shone brightly in the blood moon's light.
He turned his head to look at a middle-aged blood warrior behind him, and said with a sneer, "This is the elite warrior you have cultivated? Let alone catch up to Yetong, two of them were killed by a weak human! I think the family Your face is almost thrown away by you!"
The blood warrior whispered: "Master Wilde, they are suppressed by the blood chain shackles."
Wilde pointed to the wound on the back of the corpse, and said with a sneer, "Even if they suppressed their strength, they still have two levels of strength! See if this wound, that human being has only two levels of strength. Don't tell me, you have cultivated for decades Elite fighters, they can't even beat a human being of the same level! Are you going to tell me that the kid who hides in the small town and runs a bar is actually a soldier of the Broken Wing Angel? Or is it from several other elite legions? What? For example, the Shining Sword, the Red Scorpion, or the Blazing Soldier?"
After repeated questioning, several blood warriors were speechless.
Wilde sneered for a while, and finally said: "This guy must die! But I don't have much confidence in relying on you. I will solve him myself!"
The warrior captain was taken aback, and quickly persuaded: "My lord! You still have to deal with Yetong!"
Wilde said proudly: "It's okay, she can't run away. Even if she is waiting for me with that guy, do you think that a second-level human can affect the battle between me and her?"
Wilde glanced at the four blood warriors, and was about to say something, but suddenly looked to the west, slowly showing a somewhat distorted smile, and said: "Ah, look at what kind of message that wonderful holy blood breath brings to us! Really! It's unbelievable that the noble and arrogant Miss Yetong is approaching here. Does she want to join forces with that kid? Join forces with a second-level human?"
Wilde puts particular emphasis on the word secondary.
The blood captain bit the bullet and said: "My lord, please be careful!"
"Be careful?" Wilde's smile gradually became ferocious, "Even if I don't catch Yetong, she won't be able to escape. There are some big dogs that are not so popular are coming soon. This area is their paradise!"
"Wolf clan? That Miss Yetong..."
Wilde interrupted the captain coldly: "I received the order to take Yetong back, but I didn't say whether it was alive or dead!"
Wilde didn't intend to act with these four fighters. In his opinion, these guys who were suppressed to the second level would only hold him back. Although he is also a part of the blood chain shackles, he still has level five strength, which is on par with Yetong.
In the battle between him and Nighteye, there was no room for second-level bugs to participate. But he didn't mind getting rid of the little bug before the decisive battle with Yetong, it would make him happy, and it might also make Yetong not so happy.
As long as he thinks of the scene of the little bug moaning in the pool of blood, Wilde can't suppress the pleasure.
However, Wilde soon discovered that this pursuit was not pleasant, very unpleasant.
Wilde followed the scent all the way, until he stopped in front of the wreckage of a huge battleship, his face became extremely ugly.
The wreckage of the giant ship in front of me is as high as 100 meters, and the length is more than 1,000 meters. Now it crashed here, completely the ruins of a small city.
That little bug was obviously very cunning, otherwise it wouldn't have chosen this place as its hiding place.
Looking at the dirty environment and smelling the pungent smell of metal and other materials that have not been exhausted after a long time, Wilde touched his tortured nose, smiled wryly, and got into a power pipe.
The Kuafu-type battleship is not worthy of its name at all, the power pipeline alone can make people bend forward.
Wilde walked bent over the huge power pipeline for a long time until he reached the other end of the exit, only to find that the clue that led him here was nothing but a scrap of clothing. But the smell here is much fresher, and the little guy won't leave for more than twenty minutes.
Wilde immediately gave chase. His speed was too fast for people to see clearly, like a phantom passing through the wasteland.
After a while, Wilde suddenly stopped in his tracks, his face even more ugly. He could feel that the little guy was hiding in front of him now. It seems that this is the battlefield chosen by that little guy, although in Wilde's eyes, this should be said to be the cemetery chosen by the other party for him.
On the other side of the battlefield, Yetong also arrived. Both she and Wilde can perceive each other's existence, but now, her complexion is not much better than Wilde's.
The place Qianye chose for the decisive battle was the largest ruins and garbage dump near Lighthouse Town.
The stink is stinking here. In addition to all kinds of garbage, there used to be several abandoned factories, and the wreckage of huge warships is scattered everywhere. This area was once the cemetery of airships before the empire evacuated, and after hundreds of years, it gradually accumulated into a mountain of garbage with complex components.
This kind of place is worse than hell for the high-ranking vampires who are born with cleanliness and have an extremely keen sense of smell.
Wilde's face was extremely ugly, but it was absolutely impossible for him to give up chasing and killing Qianye. Two high-ranking blood warriors had already died under Qianye's command. As their boss, Wilde had the responsibility to wash away the shame.
"Little bug, you'd better hide yourself better! Don't let me find you out!" Wilde murmured, and finally stepped into the garbage dump.