When the vampire in front of him revealed everything, Marin, who was listening on the side, felt that they must die.

One hundred copies of the cub's essence and blood, which means that one hundred innocent children died unexpectedly, just for a so-called summoning ceremony?

Not this lady, not only his children, but also those who want to perform rituals and summon that damn Chaos must die.

"You promised me, Your Excellency, to let my children leave alive." The vampire woman stretched out her hand and grabbed His Excellency Constance's trouser leg, she was begging.

In response to this request, the old bishop kicked her hand away with his foot.

"No! No! You can't go back on your word! You swore an oath!" the vampire screamed.

In response, Constanze lowered his body and pulled open the scarf around his neck in front of her, revealing a blood-red tattoo: "Two hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Traphanesia fell into the hands of your vampire army. The king at that time

Kneel before your queen and beg for a way for the cubs to live..."

He looked at the lady and laughed at her stupid look of screaming and covering her head, trying to escape from him: "Your queen said yes, so the Traphanesians at that time collected all the children.

Leave it to you, and then you eat them in front of all the adults. Do you still remember? You will probably not forget the blood feast of the Kingdom of Traphanesia two hundred years ago, and neither will I.

Will forget."

He stood up, stretched out his hand, and took the revolver handed over by Marin.

"No, forgive us! Your Excellency! That was two hundred years ago!" The vampire woman finally raised her head again and looked at the mortal enemy in her eyes: "Our eldest son was born fifty years ago! Our second son was born fifty years ago!

Born twenty years ago! They don’t deserve this!”

"You are wrong, madam. I am a child that my mother held tightly in her arms and finally put into the well to survive." The old bishop walked to her eldest son, reached out and grabbed his long hair, and pulled him

Standing up: "Here is a dead remnant of Trafanesia saying hello to your race, vampire bastard. Now it's your turn to watch your child die in front of you."

The old man pointed the gun at her eldest son's head and pulled the trigger.

Letting go of his hand, the old man let out a long sigh, then held the revolver upside down and returned it to Marin: "Have you heard the story of Trafanesia?"

"I've heard that Trafanesia was eventually turned to death by vampires. It was recovered by a nearby human country a hundred years later, but the Trafanesians were effectively extinct."

Lin looked at the old man in front of him.

"Yes, I am probably the last Trafanesian in this world. The rest of the people have probably forgotten the Trafanesian blood flowing through them."

Here, the old man turned to look at the lady: "Give her to the Church of Justice and tell them that there is no need to return her alive. If you can, leave the skull to me. My private trophy room lacks the skull of a vampire viscount."

."

"Your will." A substitute dragged the vampire to the prison car.

The old man watched the vampires being packed into the prison car. He turned to look at Marin: "I have killed more than four hundred vampires in my life. They all call me a vampire butcher. I feel that I have killed too few because Tai

The southerners say that killing one person is a murderer, killing ten thousand people is a general, and killing a million people is a king... I have been seeking justice for my blood from all the vampires in the world... But it's no use, those

The vampires are scattered. After their country was destroyed by our human coalition, I can only kill one or two vampires every year... I probably won't be able to fulfill my wish. Marlin, my child, can you help me, an old man?

busy."

Marin nodded: "Please tell me."

"I don't ask you to remember the hatred that doesn't belong to you. I just hope that if vampires one day dream of making a comeback and treat humans, elves, and other humanoid creatures in this world as live animals... you must help

I'll kill them all." After saying that, the old man patted Marin on the shoulder.

"This is not helping you, Your Excellency, this is helping ourselves." Marin said and nodded: "I will keep your request in mind. If the vampires go crazy, I will purify all the vampires I can touch.

Vampires, the world is big, but we cannot share the same land with madmen and lunatics."

"Yes, normal people, Chaos and cult followers cannot have the same dream." The old man smiled and nodded: "I'm starting to envy this guy Hoffman."

………………

Camilla took the shotgun handed over by her subordinates, broke open the joint between the barrel and the stock, and confirmed the type of bullet.

The subordinate's hand patted his left shoulder: "Ready, Your Excellency."

"Okay." Camilla looked at the subordinate on the other side of the door. The other person nodded, stretched out his hand and grabbed the door handle.

Camilla took out the silver powder grenade provided by the Harvest Goddess Church from her waist, opened the safety cover, and her subordinates pushed the door open, and Camilla threw it in.

Two seconds later, with the sound of an explosion, Camilla opened the door. Looking at the blood slave in front of him who was screaming because he was contaminated with silver powder, he stabbed the blood slave into the opponent's eye socket with the spike on the butt of the gun, and twisted it hard.

With one pull, he was brought down. At the same time, his subordinates had already raised their shotguns and pulled the triggers at the blood slave who stood up. The latter was directly carried away by the silver-infiltrated single-headed bullet and hit his head against the wall.

"Everyone in this salon can be presumed dead. Tell the city lord that all members of the family must be examined." Standing at the door of the side hall, Camilla reached out and grabbed the doorknob and opened it a crack, and his men

He threw the sacred flash scroll in which the safety was opened.

The sacred light flashed away. Listening to the screams inside, Camilla pushed open the door, pulled the trigger of the short-barreled shotgun at the vampire who rushed over, and the deer arrows tore his chest into pieces.

Take this vampire away.

Pressing down the muzzle of the gun, Camilla pulled the trigger on the vampire behind the sofa. The deer arrow bullets tore the sofa apart, and then turned the vampire behind it into a victim who fell in a pool of his own blood.

"Change your equipment and give me cover." The barrel of the gun was pulled, and the fired cartridge cases were thrown out. The young man loaded two new rounds of silver-infiltrated deer bullets, and the Paladin who came in from behind completed the reloading and cleaning process.

"According to intelligence, the interior walls of this salon are made of thin wooden boards..." Taking the wall-breaking explosives handed over by her subordinates, Camilla slapped him against the wall, then squatted aside and pressed the detonator button.

A suitable charge tore a small half of the wall into pieces, and the paladin on the side threw the grenade in.

The explosion blew away the dust. Camilla was the first to walk out of the bunker holding a gun. She faced the vampire holding a revolver and pulled the trigger. The bullet fired by the vampire flew past Camilla's ear, and Camilla shot

The deer pellets tore the vampire into pieces.

Then came the second shot. Camilla knocked down the blood slave who rushed towards him. Then, before he had time to change the bullet, he held the barrel of the gun upside down and knocked down another vampire holding a fork. He pulled out the dagger and Camilla jumped on the vampire.

While holding his body out of the way for the subordinates behind him, the dagger in his hand had already pierced the vampire's neck. He pulled out the dagger and nailed the vampire's hand to the wooden floor with the second blow.

Then he pulled out a new silver-infiltrated dagger from the dagger sheath on his waist, stabbed it into the vampire's waist, pulled it out, and stabbed it back again. After three times, the dagger finally stabbed into the vampire's eye socket.

A paladin stretched out his hand and took his commander up.

Other paladins have already taken control of their targets, and the targets who have been shot several times have no ability to resist at all.

"Clear it, Your Excellency, we have captured a baby vampire." A paladin pushed a baby vampire from outside the door.

Camilla withdrew the dagger, then looked at the little vampire and smiled: "Give him to Lord Constance of the Church of the Harvest Goddess."

"Yes, sir." The paladin took out a cloth bag and put it over the little vampire's head.

Camilla walked in front of the target. The Mr. Youdam family was shot five times. Because he was a vampire, he was still breathing. Now he was looking at Camilla without saying a word.

"It's Mr. Yodam, right?" Camilla looked at the vampire in front of her: "I have some unfortunate news for you. Your family has been captured by us."

"Bah, you short-lived ones!" the vampire sighed.

Camilla smiled and wiped away the blood on her face, and he opened the collar around his neck, revealing the bloody tattoo.

The vampire was silent for a moment, and then began to struggle violently.

Camilla stood up and kicked him in the face. Her spiked boots smashed the vampire's face into pieces: "Take him away."

The two paladins drove silver nails into the vampire's back, then dragged him left and right out of the salon.

Camilla handed the shotgun to her subordinate, took the revolver from him, pointed it at the crying vampire woman in the corner and pulled the trigger.

"Only a dead vampire is a good vampire." Returning the revolver in her hand to her subordinates, Camilla straightened her collar and walked out of the salon with her subordinates.

The young man smiled as he jumped on the horse.

Lord Constance of the Church of the Harvest Goddess must not have thought that there would be other Traphanesians carrying out ancient and sacred revenge hunts.

Huh, this old dog can hardly walk anymore. It is better to live a few more years with peace of mind and leave all the dirty work to young people like him.

The Traphanesians have no king, no home, and no tomorrow.

But they are still armed with hatred and faith. Every living Traphanesian will remember the tragic stories of their ancestors.

Then pass it on.

Until a life and death are divided between the vampires and the Traphanesians.

………………

Kassaman smoked two cigarettes on the street corner. The middle-aged man looked at the street, wondering where he was going back.

Should he go back to his school and wait for classes to start tomorrow? Or go back to the safe house and start planning to eat the fat sheep? Or simply go back to the bell tower and continue eating bugs at noon.

Although I feel sorry for the halfling, this stupid guy is his only friend in the sect.

It's a pity that he probably didn't know that his friend would be an agent from Sidney's military intelligence agency.

Hey, the encounters between some people are just to illustrate the idiom of sharing a bed with different dreams.

But having said that, the bed in Bell Tower is too hard, so I'd better go back to the school dormitory and rest, so that at least I can eat like a person tonight.

Fuck the bug feast.

Thinking of this, Kasaman patted the cigarette ashes on his windbreaker, turned and walked towards the way he came - the school dormitory was over there.

When passing by the teahouse, he noticed the closed teahouse, and then saw a deep red pool of blood on the floor.

Casaman was stunned for a moment, and then a loud noise came from behind him. He turned around and saw the old thing that had fallen on the cart stall by the roadside.

The old man who had smashed the top of the cart had taken off his coat, and his face and body were covered with wounds. The neck where the knife was stuck was still bleeding, but it looked like there was no blood left to bleed.

Kasaman scratched his head, not knowing how to express his feelings. Then he heard the sound of the teahouse door being pushed open. He turned around and saw the two strong men who had walked into the teahouse before.
To be continued...