Chapter 14: The place of decisive battle

In another valley, Qianye was lying in the grass, looking through the gaps between the grass blades at the vampire warriors searching and advancing not far away. The vampire warrior broke the thread with a kick, and the thread pulled the mechanism. The tinfoil bag burst open, and a bright silver flame ignited.

This vampire warrior reacted faster. As soon as the flash of light came on, he turned his head and closed his eyes to avoid it. His eyes were not seriously injured. And he quickly retreated, then opened his eyes and began to look for the enemy hidden in the darkness.

Qianye did not give him this buffering opportunity. When the vampire warrior retreated, he jumped up 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. Then Qianye pulled the thread in his hand, and a flash of light lit up in front of the blood warrior!

The vampire warrior was finally hit. He screamed and instinctively covered his eyes.

Qianye took out the Cole pistol, held it tightly with both hands, and steadily maintained every timely reset amidst the powerful recoil, firing all seven bullets in the magazine in one breath.

All the bullets were poured on the hands and face of the vampire warrior, but none of them could penetrate his hands covering his eyes. The two bullets that hit his chin were embedded in the jawbone and failed to penetrate the bones.

Qianye felt a chill in his heart, such a powerful body!

Gunpowder weapons cannot penetrate at this distance. That is the physique of a senior warrior of the Vampire Clan. In other words, only a Black Scorpion veteran can compete with this guy! If Qianye met a high-level vampire warrior, he would have no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

But judging from the strength of the dark force and the speed of reaction in battle, this vampire is indeed only a second-level warrior. Could it be said that he possesses some special and powerful talents? Qianye's mind raced, and he pulled the trigger for the last time without hesitation.

The vampire warriors were pushed back continuously and screamed. Those bullets were all coated with silver, and they immediately began to corrode the flesh as soon as they were shot into the body. But Qianye knew that those bullets he had were just cheap silver-plated bullets. The real pure silver bullets were arms control supplies, and he couldn't get them. The silver-plated bullet only aggravated the injury of this vampire warrior, but it was not fatal.

Qianye rushed forward, flicked in front of the vampire warrior, and then circled behind him like a ghost, inserting the silver-coated saber into his back, stabbing through the heart, and then quickly retreated.

The blood warrior made a shrill trombone sound, struggled for a while, and finally fell down.

Qianye finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt deeply tired. The battle lasted only a short time, but consumed nearly half of his Force power . He had used all his skills and means to achieve this result through continuous plotting.

But the screams of this vampire warrior should have spread far away, and other vampires must be more vigilant. It will not be so easy to make a simple sneak attack.

Qianye continued to examine the body, and in the Vampire warrior's pocket, he found a gold badge with a crescent moon and a scepter engraved on it. Qianye had never seen this mark before, maybe it was the emblem of an ancient family.

Qianye put the badge away, dug out some crystal currency that was popular among the dark races, and also put it away.

Finally, Qianye pried off the pair of blood-sucking fangs.

This time he looked carefully. These fangs were longer than those he had found from low-level vampire warriors before, and the texture was more delicate and crystal clear. The holes that could suck blood and inject venom were also slightly wider. These small differences combined allowed Qianye to confirm that this was not an ordinary vampire, but a high-level vampire warrior.

But why a high-level warrior's strength suddenly dropped significantly from level six to level two? There must be another reason, and it may have something to do with Nighteye being hunted down.

Qianye thought for a while, but did not remove any traces of himself. He only made adjustments to one or two of them and left quietly.

Two high-level warriors were killed one after another. The noble vampire would definitely not let go of the hunter easily. Then these traces can leave some clues for the vampire big shot, thereby misleading him in judging Qianye's combat power.

Qianye's scent still remains in these traces, and a keen vampire can easily track them based on these scents. This is Qianye's purpose. His real target is the big shot of the vampire clan!

In the distance, Ye Tong felt slightly surprised, another blood chain shackle was broken. She now felt that maybe she should take a closer look at this little guy named Qianye. Although he is weak enough, he is obviously cunning enough. Just by killing two elite vampire warriors in a row, he can be compared with a seasoned vampire hunter.

About half an hour after Qianye left, a handsome young man stood in the valley, frowning at the body of the vampire warrior. Behind him, there were four vampire warriors standing, all of whom were a little trembling at the moment.

The man was wearing an evening gown, slim fit, tail, bow tie and linen shirt lace, every detail meticulous, as if he was going to a cocktail party. Under the light of the blood moon, his riding boots shined particularly brightly.

He turned to look at a middle-aged vampire warrior behind him, and said with a sneer: "Is this the elite warrior you trained? I didn't catch Nighteye, but two of them were killed by a weak human! I think the family My face is almost completely humiliated by you!"

The vampire warrior whispered: "Lord Wilde, their strength has been suppressed by the blood chain shackles."

Wilde pointed at the wound on the back of the corpse and sneered: "Even if they suppress the power, they still have two levels! If you see this wound, that human only has two levels of power. Don't tell me, you have cultivated it for decades. Elite warriors can't even defeat a human of the same level! Are you going to tell me that that little kid hiding in a small town and opening a bar is actually a warrior of the Broken Wing Angel? Or maybe he comes from several other elite legions For example, the Shining Sword, the Red Scorpion, or the Flaming Blade?"

Under repeated questioning, several vampire warriors were speechless.

Wilde sneered for a while, and finally said: "This guy must die! But I don't have much confidence in you. I will deal with him myself!"

The warrior captain was taken aback and quickly advised: "Sir! You still have to deal with Nighteye!"

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 situation of the battle between me and her?"

Wilde glanced at the four vampire warriors and was about to say something when he suddenly looked to the west and slowly showed a twisted smile, saying: "Ah, look what kind of message that wonderful holy blood breath brings to us! What a message. It's hard to believe that the noble and arrogant Miss Nighteye is actually moving closer to this side. Does she want to join forces with that kid? Join forces with a second-level human?"

Wilde particularly emphasized the word secondary.

The vampire captain said bravely: "Sir, please be careful!"

"Be careful?" Wilde's smile gradually became ferocious, "Even if I don't catch Nighteye, she can't escape. There are also some unpopular big dogs coming soon. This area is their paradise!"

"Wolf clan? That Miss Ye Tong..."

Wilde interrupted the captain coldly: "The order I received was to bring Nighteye back, but it didn't say whether he was alive or dead!"

Wilde did not 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 Nighteye.

In his battle with Nighteye, there was no room for the second-level bug to participate. But he didn't mind killing that little bug before the decisive battle with Nighteye. It would make him feel happy, and it might also make Nighteye feel less happy.

Just thinking of the sight of that little bug moaning in a pool of blood gave Wilde an uncontrollable sense of pleasure.

However, Wilde soon discovered that the chase was not pleasant, very unpleasant.

Wilde followed the scent until he stopped in front of the wreckage of a huge battleship, and his face became extremely ugly.

The wreckage of the huge ship in front of me is a hundred meters high and more than a kilometer long. It is the Kuafu type battleship that was the main force of the human race after the Dawn War . Now it crashed here, completely in 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 had not been dissipated after a long time, Wilde touched his tortured nose , smiled bitterly and got into a power pipe.

The Kuafu-type battleship lives up to its name at all, and the power pipe alone can make people bend forward.

Wilde bent down and walked in the huge power pipeline for a long time, until he reached the exit at the other end, only to find that the clue that led him here was just a piece of rag of clothing. But the taste here is much fresher, and the little guy won't be gone for more than twenty minutes.

Wilde immediately gave chase. His speed was so fast that no one could see him clearly, like a shadow crossing the wasteland.

After a moment, Wilde suddenly stopped and his expression became 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 the little guy for the decisive battle, although in Wilde's eyes, it should be said that this is the cemetery chosen by the other party for himself.

On the other side of the battlefield, Nighteye also arrived. Both she and Wilde can sense each other's existence, but now, her face is not much better than Wilde's.

The place Qianye chose for the decisive battle was the largest ruins and garbage dump near Beacon Town.

The place stinks to the sky. In addition to all kinds of garbage, there used to be several abandoned factories. In addition, the wreckage of huge battleships was scattered everywhere. This area was once a graveyard for airships before the empire evacuated. After hundreds of years, it gradually accumulated into a mountain of garbage with complex composition.

This kind of place is worse than hell for upper-class vampires who are born with mysophobia 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 Qianye. Two high-level vampire warriors have died at the hands of Qianye. As their boss, Wilde has the responsibility to wash away the shame.

"Little bug, you'd better hide yourself better! Don't let me find you out!" Wilde murmured, finally stepping into the garbage dump.