No, that's impossible! He's shed blood before, but he didn't attract vampires that time, but... how does that explain it now
The hunter beside him had already fought a vampire, and he recognized that the vampires from last time were also among them. Could it be that this was still arranged by Edward
Fred kept his eyes fixed on the group of bats, hoping to see him.
He knew that he was different from other bats. He was a very small, but also the most normal-looking bat. He was much cuter than these basin-sized bats.
He remembered that he said that although bats are the ancestors of the blood race, the current bats can no longer become blood races. They have all degenerated into ordinary bats. Only mutated bats can grow to the size of a washbasin, but there will only be one bat in ten thousand. It only mutates, and this is just an increase in size, and it will not become a vampire. He said this is the tragedy of the vampire.
Seeing those five-star hunters slashing and killing bats like cutting watermelon, Fred couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
He thought that he would never have any sympathy for anyone, because he himself had suffered enough, but looking at the corpses falling on the ground one by one, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Stop it! Stop it !"
No one heard Fred's cry, or they did and pretended not to hear it.
Three vampires surrounded Fred in a triangle shape, and immediately several hunters rushed towards them.
Fred spotted a vampire whose face he had seen before and ran over with all his strength. Everyone was fighting and no one was watching him. He easily ran out of the encirclement and came between the warring hunters and vampires.
"Fuck! What are you doing! Get your mother back! Stupid pig!" Erin yelled from one side.
One of the hunters fighting the vampires turned and yelled, "Get to the back!"
Fred had a smile on his pale face due to excessive blood loss, turned around and ran towards the vampire, "Take me to find Edward!"
Fred spoke the ancient language of the vampires, which only the vampires are proficient in, or the language of beasts is similar.
The blood clans in the battle paused, raised their heads to the sky and screamed loudly, and a gust of wind blew past the spot, Fred was gone, and other blood clans also fled out of the broken glass.
The essence of hunters is still human, so they can't fly, but it doesn't prevent them from using tools. When they see the blood race retreating, they immediately take out their pistols. The bullets are made of special sterling silver. As long as they hit the blood race, it will cause serious damage damage, even they will die immediately.
Once they are dead, the hunter's plan to capture the living will fail, so they didn't use pistols at first, but now they will disappear if they don't use the vampires. Fighting for the possibility of getting a few seriously injured vampires, the hunters shoot all of them up.
After a burst of gunshots, there were more than a dozen bat bodies on the ground. Irene dragged the whip around and slammed the whip on one of the bat corpses, angrily shouting: "Fuck! It's a mutant bat without a vampire! Fuck! Fuck!"
Grannie smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Girls shouldn't be so rude, they should be graceful at all times."
"Oh! Get off! You fucking faggot, why are you pretending to be elegant?"
Granny's face turned green and white, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Irene, sooner or later, you will have to pay for your stinky mouth!"
(end of this chapter)