Plinka Manor, first floor interior.
Near the right side, in the magnificent hall.
A long table and chairs were placed in the middle, covered with a blood-red tablecloth. The surface of the silky-soft tablecloth was engraved with palm-sized flowers embroidered with gold thread.
On the table, shiny silver cutlery and smooth porcelain plates were laid out in standard order, with a decorative candlestick in the middle holding a lit candle.
On the plate, there were all kinds of delicious dishes with tempting aromas, including pan-fried black grouper, tender and boneless beef steak, lobster baked in cream, white mashed potatoes, cauliflower soup sprinkled with grated cheese, and figs for leftovers.
There was a rich aroma of oil in the air.
In addition, there are sweet wines and various cakes.
These should have been served at dessert time, but now they were already on the table. However, although the dinner was sumptuous and tempting, the diners sitting around the table were not interested and could not muster any interest.
There were seven diners in total, four men and three women. The men wore well-fitting black suits, had neat hairstyles and were handsome. The women wore bright red dresses, revealing their delicate collarbones and fair skin, and their red lips were painted with makeup and looked exceptionally moist.
On the right side of the table, a charming woman in her thirties took a sip of sweet wine. Then she whispered to the man next to her, "When does the dinner start? I'm starving." The elegant man shook his head and said, "Sir Franz has already gone to get it. You'll probably have to wait for ten minutes at most."
"All right."
The woman took another sip of the sweet wine and licked her plump lips with her scarlet tongue, with a strange look in her charm.
Suddenly, at the intersection of the passage behind the hall.
Dozens of fist-sized black bats flapped their wings and flew over. There seemed to be two human figures in the shadows of the bats. The people who were having dinner suddenly became excited.
“Here comes the main course!”
“Finally, we can have dinner!”
"I hope today's blood nectar tastes better..."
Whispers like these echoed among the seven people.
Crash!
The bats suddenly dispersed, and a pale middle-aged man appeared in front of everyone, dressed like an ancient noble, with a circle of white wavy lace patterns on his sleeves and neck.
"Sir Franz." Everyone expressed their greetings.
Obviously, this middle-aged man has the highest status and the strongest power in this vampire family. He has at least mastered various strange abilities such as turning into a bat, moving at high speed, cursing, manipulating blood, suppressing mental fear, etc.
The vampire Kaxiu encountered at the beginning was just a baby compared to him. Apart from being stronger than humans, he only had low-level blood skills and poisonous blood energy. So he was easily hunted down.
In fact, even the original Dusk could have taken out the vampire if he hadn't been distracted by the hostages.
Franz slowly sat down at the main seat of the dining table. On the table were two huge silver chalices placed at a distance.
Two young and beautiful girls were sitting quietly in the empty seats next to the dining table. Their breathing and expressions were no different from those of ordinary people, but their eyes were dull and dim, like a puppet that couldn't speak.
"The main course is here, let's start eating."
Franz suddenly disappeared from his original position and instantly appeared behind the two girls. His long and sharp nails lightly scratched their snow-white necks, and red blood immediately flowed out.
Franz returned to his position and gently waved his right hand. Suddenly, two streams of blood drew a parabola in the air and continuously gathered into the Holy Grail.
Crash...
Listening to the pleasant sound of the viscous liquid colliding and smelling the sweet smell of blood, all the vampires present began to get impatient, some kept pulling at their ties, some biting their lips. There was a fanaticism in the eyes of all the vampires.
On the right side of the dining table, a charming woman was swallowing her saliva.
Suddenly, outside the French window on the right side of the hall, dozens of powerful crossbow arrows shattered the glass and shot wildly into the hall.
"What's going on?!"
Many vampires screamed and jumped up. They were shot by crossbow arrows and suffered a lot of damage. Some crossbow arrows were coated with mercury, some were poisoned, and some were coated with burning oil. The entire upper body of an unlucky vampire began to burn, but fortunately he quickly took off his suit.
"Are they the lackeys of Black Rain Villa?!"
Soon the vampires realized who their opponents were.
Arrows kept flying in from the French windows, while the vampires were pressed behind the load-bearing pillars to avoid the arrows.
"The enemy has a lot of people, but not too many. At least they can't overwhelm us. And judging from the way they use crossbows, they should be a group of Night Evils who are good at long-range attacks!"
Franz narrowed his eyes and analyzed. As a powerful vampire, he knew a lot of information about the dark world.
"We will charge in and kill them. As long as we can get close to this group of people, archers like them will definitely not be a match for the vampires!"
Immediately, under the leadership of Franz, seven or eight black shadows instantly broke through the arrow net and rushed into the empty and dark open space of the manor.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”
In the darkness, arrows fell like rain. Some were nailed to the wall, some were stuck diagonally in the ground, and some hit the surface of the street lamp, knocking off a little paint and exploding into a ball of golden sparks.
The vampires rushed forward, dodging arrows with their strong physique and reaction. Some were occasionally hit by crossbows, but they only pulled out the crossbows and continued to charge after being slightly weakened.
Franz rushed to the front, his feet on the ground as agile as a cheetah. He was now using a high-speed movement ability that could increase his original speed. It was difficult for the crossbow-wielding Hell Night Monsters to accurately lock onto him.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
A series of crossbow arrows were fired in Franz's direction, but he dodged most of them. The occasional one or two were blocked by his hands and could not hit his vital points at all.
Bang!
Under the moonlight.
A heavy silver arrow flew over at a gust of wind.
Franz's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized that he couldn't dodge the crossbow arrow. He immediately raised his claws and swung them in the air to block it.
A pale red energy drew a trajectory in the air.
Phew!
ah!
Franz let out a roar filled with pain. A thick and heavy steel arrow was stuck in his chest, one-third of it was inserted into his chest. The index and middle fingers of his right hand that he swung out to block the arrow were broken, and there was a big bloody hole on the palm.
"What the hell?! How can this crossbow arrow carry such a huge force? It must be at least three or four times stronger than the others!"
Franz's eyes were filled with shock. He thought he had figured out the opponent's methods and strength, but he didn't expect there would be something unexpected. As Franz's body was stagnant, he was immediately attacked by several Night Evils.
A dozen arrows almost pierced him into a hedgehog.
Franz quickly rolled over and hid behind the flower bed.
He stretched out his hand and pulled out all the arrows on his body. Finally, he held in his palm a steel arrow that was obviously twice as thick as the other arrows. Franz gasped: "Who shot this arrow? " He turned his head and looked at the open space of the manor in the night.
A muffled groan and a scream were heard.
About tens of meters to the left of Franz.
A vampire who was running wildly suddenly tilted his head and froze in place. A steel arrow as thick as a thumb pierced his head, with the tail of the arrow at his temple and the tip of the arrow also at his temple.
The brain inside the skull was also pierced and crushed.
Although it is not fatal to the vampires, the damage to their brains will cause them to stagnate for a few seconds. In just a few seconds, the concentrated fire of dozens of crossbow arrows has completely covered the vampire. In an instant, it has been pierced into a bloody hedgehog!
More than a dozen arrows with mercury, seven or eight different toxins invaded, three burning arrows ignited clothes from different directions, and special arrows pierced wounds and caused bleeding. Although the blood race has strong vitality, it is not exaggerated to the point of immortality.
The mercury weakened it, the poison invaded it crazily, the flames burned its body, and even worse, the wounds kept bleeding and losing its strength. The vampire died instantly.
"Julio! Damn it!"
Franz took a deep breath, and red smoke began to emerge from his right hand and chest. The wound seemed to be healing quickly.
"No!" "Ah!"
On the battlefield, some vampires were killed by concentrated fire, and some crossbow-wielding night monsters were killed by the vampires at close range. In general, the vampires were at a relative disadvantage.
There is a master archer in the Night of Hell. He hides in the dark and launches fatal attacks on the vampires like a calm assassin. Moreover, the arrows he shoots are particularly thick!
"No, we must kill that person first!"
Franz recovered from his injuries and began to observe. After more than ten seconds, he finally determined the location of the archer. The man was in the shadow on the left side of the house, and seemed to be completely integrated into the darkness.
After taking a deep breath, Franz suddenly stood up and rushed out, turning into a shadow and flying away at an extremely fast speed.
His hands instantly turned red, and a strange corrosive energy covered them. His nails began to bend and extend inch by inch, forming a sharp arc like a sickle, which was comparable to a dagger.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two or three arrows were fired from the shadows, but Franz, who was concentrating, narrowly dodged them by leaning sideways.
A few seconds later, he stepped into the shadows.
Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of a dark figure in the shadows, a man about one meter tall, dressed in black.
"It turns out to be a dwarf! Die!"
Franz rushed forward roaring with terrifying momentum.
Then, the "dwarf" a few meters away stood up.
His height increased from 1.2 meters to 1.9 meters. He was as sturdy as a bear, with strong inverted triangle muscles. He was wearing a black cloak, which vaguely blended into the surrounding darkness. So at first glance, he was not very obvious, and because he was half-crouching and aiming, he gave the hurried Franz the illusion of a dwarf.
Franz's breath hitched, but he was not frightened.
So what if he has terrifying muscles and a strong body? After all, human physical fitness cannot compare with dark creatures. If a person who looks as strong as a bear fights a vampire who is as thin and slender as a woman, the one who will die will be the human!
He stomped his feet on the ground and rushed forward with his claws waving.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
A series of crossbow arrows cut through the air and flew through the shadows.
The steel arrow pierced Franz's chest, but he ignored the injury and continued to run. The fact that the opponent used a crossbow arrow showed that archery was his only means of attack. This man's seemingly strong body was just a paper tiger that was broken in one blow.
"die!"
Franz appeared in front of the man in an instant, with a flash of brutal murderous intent in his eyes. He swung his hand in an "X" shape, and the sharp, narrow red claws were aimed at the man's neck!
This blow! The cement is about to be cracked!
"Hiss..." an unpleasant friction sound was heard.
Franz suddenly felt as if his hands were cutting through thick and tough leather, unable to move forward an inch. The imagined scene of a hot knife cutting through butter jelly did not occur.
In the shadows, Franz raised his hands and placed them on both sides of the man's thick neck. The man looked at him calmly.
"I have killed dozens of scum like you in the past six months. Use your blood to consecrate the muscle-version violent steam mechanical heavy crossbow I just made..."
"What!" Franz's eyes widened in shock.
Kacha!
His two outstretched arms were torn off directly.
Blood was gushing out of his arms, and the hideous cross-section revealed disgusting muscle texture and several broken tendons.
winter!
Before Franz could react, he was kicked out as if his whole body was broken. The collapsed chest skeleton made a crackling sound, and a sharp pain attacked his brain.
Cough cough cough…
Franz's head slammed against the wall, and then he began to cough up blood. That man, that man... With such terrifying power, how could he be an archer!
A blatant fraud! A shameful disguise!
He gathered all the strength in his body, and was about to get up with grief and indignation. Suddenly, a big foot stepped heavily on Franz's stomach, and the huge force from the crushing pressed the whole person firmly.
Franz felt as if his intestines were being squeezed out.
"Blood manipulation!" he shouted in his heart and used his ability.
But the man in front of him didn't seem to be affected at all.
"Go down and keep your companion company."
Kashu lowered his head and said something, then aimed a mechanical heavy crossbow, which was twice the size of its normal size, at Franz's heart.
Then he pulled the trigger in the other person's terrified eyes.
Puff puff puff…
A bunch of red flowers bloomed in his heart, gorgeous and bloody.
The blood race had bones on both sides of their hearts for protection, but they obviously had their limits. Under the hurricane of more than a dozen powerful heavy crossbow arrows, a small piece of bone had already been shot apart along with the heart in an instant. The boiling liquid quickly gathered into a pool of blood.
Kaxiu felt that it was not safe yet, so he stretched out his strong arm and suddenly lifted Franz's head. It was like a hammer slamming into the side wall, and a series of huge bangs and bangs were connected like firecrackers, and flesh and blood shattered.
Franz's head was flattened into a pancake, and his heart exploded, so he was definitely dead. Kaxiu twisted his neck and was about to shoot a few more arrows. Suddenly he saw a white letter on the ground, which seemed to have fallen out when Franz was whipped. He reached out and picked it up.
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