Chapter 299
The roar of justice and trial, in the closed underground kingdom, overshadows the chaotic, sharp neighing of the gray-skinned blood slaves.
Silver bullet burning with blood.
Like a meteor in the extreme night, a scarlet tail flame is drawn across the pitch black.
crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood!
Through all obstacles along the way.
The alien body and soul of the gray-skinned blood slave, which cannot be killed by conventional power, burns and turns into ashes in the destructive power of the secret of massacre.
The long knife is irritable.
The roaring blood flame broke the curtain of darkness.
The spilt monster's blood has not yet fallen to the ground, and it burns like ignited grease.
In the sight of the two surviving vampires.
The dark vision of gray and the light and shadow lit by scarlet are intertwined and superimposed.
The wailing of death of the blood slaves and the sharp screams of uneven levels turned into fire and sparks spilling all over the sky.
One after another corpses of gray-skinned blood slaves fell to the ground.
With the support of his subordinates, Nachisus hurriedly stood up, and the terrifying feast of killing in front of her made her pupils shrink.
The hand holding the weapon trembled slightly.
Cole Walker...the rumored demon-hunter...
"Niki, we should leave."
At this moment.
The gray-skinned blood slaves who can't see the end of the nest ** rush to Cole like a wave.
See this situation.
The other vampire pulls on Nachisus and prepares to take this opportunity to evacuate as soon as possible.
However.
Just when the female vampire took a deep look at Cole and was about to leave.
A huge sound that was completely different from the roar of justice and the gunshots suddenly sounded.
Like the dull growl of a hell beast.
One bullet.
He crossed the hordes of blood slaves and penetrated Nachisus' chest fiercely.
A large amount of cold blood splashed out under the kinetic energy of the bullet.
Time in this brief moment seems to be stuck in a long period of stagnation.
Life goes by, and the body has lost control.
There was nothing but a buzzer in Nachisus' ears.
Slowly fell to the ground.
She saw her brother whose bloodline was inferior to his, with an incredibly horrified look, and saw a long flaming knife over her cheek.
In this very short moment.
Her eyes are intertwined with Cole.
When facing death, the survival instinct made her raise her right arm.
Like a villain who fell into hell, trying to grasp the last slender rope leading to the world and heaven, and redeem himself.
It was also the moment Nachisus fell to the ground.
The blood splashing out of her body exudes a certain indescribable strange power.
It conceals the blood of Cole, its fatal attraction to bloodthirsty species.
The rioting gray-skinned blood slaves, as if they had received an irresistible order, quieted down one after another, surrounded the three of Cole and exited a circular open space.
This time.
Cole who stopped killing, lowered his long knife, indifferently said, "Sure enough."
He looked towards the ground.
Under the guidance of evil forces, the blood of Nachisus gathered together, and then slowly dispersed along the densely packed incantation.
The female vampire's elder brother held her, shook his head slightly, his voice was painful.
"No...Nicky...No..."
I heard footsteps behind him.
He lifts the head.
He hugged Nachisus cautiously, his eyes full of hostility, and said, "My brother gave his life, and Niki has become like this...Are you satisfied now?
demon-hunter."
Cole did not respond to his angry questioning.
At first, he doubted the true purpose of this group of vampires here.
Perhaps.
The last world he entered, system screened out Blade I for him, not just because he could deal with gray-skinned blood slaves.
Connect all his currently known information together.
Add the hint to him from the main storyline of Blade I.
A clear truth about the blood tide incident gradually surfaced and appeared in his heart.
The bloodline source of the Uroli clan originated from an ancient curse. This unknown curse is inextricably linked to their behavior of directly killing humans without killing.
It was just a rescue operation.
Why did Uroli IX send his descendant?
Perhaps the female vampire, who was called "Niki" by her subordinates, is on guard against demon-hunter and deliberately concealed her identity.
But the pure Power of Darkness that flows through her body, which is very similar to Ulori IX, is exactly the same.
Combined with the inspiration of the main storyline of Blade I.
It's not difficult to understand.
There are certain reasons for this arrangement.
The blood that spread regularly on the ground, and the blood slave who calmed down, had already told Cole the answer.
The chosen queen is not Rui' Nai Zhuo XIII.
Her existence is just a cover, a place that allows'Niki' to walk willingly into this kingdom where evil worship once occurred.
The appearance of the mysterious person made him even more convinced that the blood wave incident, the Nordic Order and Gondowicz, were only one of the accomplices and masterminds.
So he chooses to go deep into the lair, even if he can't catch the mysterious person, he can still gain something.
As for Niqi's experience and changes, it only confirmed his previous assumptions and ideas.
Grey-skinned blood slave queen...or, the king of this evil species that should not appear in the human world, must voluntarily walk into this kingdom’s old site, this evil altar of hell worship.
Become the chosen queen.
To achieve the secret mastermind, the true purpose is not yet clear.
Cole has reason to believe.
The blood wave incident, and even the turmoil of the Nordic Order, are only part of a complete conspiracy.
A conspiracy about the struggle for dominance of the world.
Think of this.
His gaze fell on the blood trying to get over his feet and converge on the other side.
Turn around.
Take a look at the female vampire whose eyes are starting to fade.
Put away the justice trial, hold the long knife backward, and cut the palm of the right hand.
Human blood containing the power of blood flames drips into the blood stream trying to draw evil sacrifices.
Suddenly.
Nachisus, who had fallen into a coma, seemed to wake up from a nightmare, took a deep breath and sat up abruptly.
Drawing the blood map of the evil sacrifice, also under the interference of the blood of Cole, produced a violent vibration.
Just listen to the unique roar of burning flames.
The evil sacrifice was interrupted forcibly and unreasonably.
in this brief moment.
A certain kind of extreme darkness and evil in the depths of hell, like countless pairs of malicious eyes, staring at Cole from all directions, the permeating cold and the Extreme Cold enough to freeze the soul, along The wound on his hand heart crazily invaded his body and soul.
That is the existence that must not be called by name.
That's the wicked and dark that Cole can't read his real name.
It is a blasphemous and unclean filth that is far more evil and powerful than the big devil, and even without spiritual entities.
This feeling of being watched comes fast and goes fast.
Maybe because of blood loss.
Perhaps the soul is exposed to the ultimate evil that can kill millions of humans in a short moment.
Cole's complexion is slightly pale.
Clenched right fist, the wound healed at a speed visible to naked eye.
Back to the female vampire, indifferently said, "Leave here and don’t look back."