Chapter 729 Didn't your mother teach you?

Snapped!

  Another blood bottle broke on the roof, blood splattered everywhere.

   No, no, no!

   Lausanne II lay prone on the ground, trembling all over. He held his head and face tightly in his arms, wailing in despair in his heart.

   But every inch of his body was roaring, speaking of longing for the liquid on the ground.

   Squeezing what little sanity he had left.

  His organs and tissues, joints and muscles steamed like boiling water, and twitched endlessly.

  Stop!

listen to me!

  I am Lausanne II!

  The owner of this body!

   Not you!

   Not you!

no!

   Lausanne II struggled and ordered to what was left in his body—God knows what was left.

   But it didn't work.

  They were making noise, protesting, going their own way, but they just wouldn't listen to him.

  He wanted to take a step, but he couldn't lift his leg.

   Wanted to pick up the sword, but couldn't reach out.

  I want to close my eyes, but I can't close my eyelids tightly.

   And they, they are all scrambling to protest to him, trying to get close to the **** smell that is all over the floor and walls.

  Like a commander who has no authority and has lost a battle, soldiers scramble to leave the barracks.

   But what can he do?

  He is too weak.

   Too weak.

  The smell of blood around him was getting stronger and stronger, and it had already far exceeded the maximum limit he could bear.

   It's like soaking in a pool of blood.

"Look, there's so much blood, it's all fresh human blood that was just drawn today." On the opposite roof, Catherine laughed, broke a blood bottle, and pointed to the blood spilled everywhere, "You can't carry it?" live, right?"

  Her laughter carried the madness of relief:

   "Then show your fangs and show your ugly face!"

   "Vampire!"

  Hearing those words, Lausanne II trembled again!

No!

No! No! No!

   How, how could she...

   A new panic, a shame of being seen through, struck Lausanne II in an instant.

   Beat his shaky spirit.

   "How did I find out?"

  As if she knew what he was afraid of, Catherine ignored the cold sweat all over her body. She gasped like someone who had been in the water for a long time, and laughed loudly:

   "We help missing people these days—you did it?"

  Yes, attack, eat on the spot, chop up the wound after the work is done, put the corpse on the street, or throw it directly into the water, and blame the black silk.

  Catherine thought so.

  At least that's what the lord, a little attendant with a cold and serious face who always takes a small notebook to copy and write, infers so.

  By the way, the lord's spies went out to act, even including himself, all named after this attendant.

   (Just like Sangaray's dogs: Sanger One, Sanger Two, Sanger Large, Sanger Extra Large, Sanger Giant...)

  Well, presumably this attendant is very respectable in front of adults, once one day...

  Well, if you don’t mean high weight, it’s too expensive.

   When I return to the capital, I have to curry favor.

  Catherine's thoughts turned, but her words did not stop:

   "...Only two places, no shit."

  The eyes behind the goggles of Lausanne II slowly widened. He held his head tightly, twitching, struggling, and forced himself not to look at the blood around him.

but…

  【Drink...】

  The resistance in the body merged into one, and a unified voice spoke to him coldly.

  It's like a soldier succeeds in committing a crime, and in turn gives orders to the coach.

  【That's blood...】

No.

  【Drink...】

No!

  【Sweet blood...】

   No no no!

  【Enjoy it...】

  The voice grew louder and deafening:

  【Let's drink, drink, drink, drink, drink! 】

  In reality, Phantom Blade sneered and said:

   "Franco's Theater Street, and Jaga's Workshop—I know why you don't go hunting in these two places."

  Looking at the painful Lausanne II kneeling on the roof with his head in his arms, Catherine sneered and said:

   "Because these two sites are full of young girls."

  Girl?

   Lausanne II's sanity, which was about to slacken, was cleared up.

  That’s right, Franco’s theater is surrounded by prostitutes who worship him, and it’s full of soliciting and business girls, hundreds of them.

  Phantom Blade Catherine gritted her teeth, measuring the distance from the opponent to her.

As for the printing and textile factories of "Bad Shoemaker" Jia Jia, he likes to recruit female workers and child workers, especially young female workers, but it is not because he cares about women and children, but because compared with male workers, the wages of female workers can be lowered , not to dare to resist—of course, for a sanctimonious old woman like Jaga, there may be other more personal reasons.

   "And the girls...have their periods."

  Catherine laughed ironically, with the fanaticism of revenge:

   "So you're scared!"

  According to the little attendant, a vampire is the most vulnerable, most sensitive, most restless, and most irresistible to temptation at the moment of ingesting blood during hunting.

  Especially for young people.

  "You are afraid that when you eat by yourself, you will lose your mind when you smell too much blood in the pile of girls, and you will not be able to stop after starting..."

   Eventually lead to catastrophe and expose themselves.

   Based on this, the lord's attendant deduced that Lausanne II was still too young to be a vampire.

  Faced with the blood, he couldn't help himself, revealing his true colors.

  Catherine stared at each other:

   “Eventually turned into a total beast.”

  Man, on the other hand, is never afraid of beasts.

  【Drink ah ah ah ah! 】

   Lausanne II was at a disadvantage in the duel with desire. He rolled over in pain, but the blood on the roof stained his clothes, making him convulse even more.

no…

  He only felt that he was dying.

  【But it's there! 】

   Reason gradually blurred.

  【Fresh, warm, delicious, as always...】

  Girl...

  【Just one sip, one sip, you can forget all the pain...】

   blood…

  【Blood! ! 】

  Girl...

【Sunlight! ! 】

   blood…

【she! 】

"no…"

   At that moment, Lausanne II paused, and tremblingly said:

"no!"

  Katherine narrowed her eyes.

  Under the night sky, Lausanne II slowly closed his eyes:

   "Not...because...blood..."

  The reason why he...

【All right…】

  The reason to avoid those two places when hunting...

  【Since you don't want to...】

no…

  【Then go drink...】

not because of…

  【Let’s get fresher! ! 】

  The next moment, his sanity completely fell into the abyss.

  With endless despair and sorrow, Lausanne II fell into a deep sleep.

   Instead, another it.

   Its eyes were scarlet.

   Its teeth struggled to pierce the gums.

  Its nails protrude from the fingertips, and the ends become tough and sharp.

   Its joints crackled and stretched, becoming more flexible and easy to bend.

  Its pitch-black heart is throbbing crazily, and the black blood belonging to vampires flows and consumes at an unimaginable speed... longing.

   And its back, his shoulder blades on both sides, there seems to be something hot, surging, trying to break through the skin.

the most important is…

   Shua!

  In the eyes of Catherine, whose scalp was numb, Lausanne II stood up instantly, his limbs fell to the ground, and his eyes were red.

【Blood! 】

  He screamed, hands and feet—to be precise, hands and claws together, jumped up, and rushed towards Catherine at an unimaginable speed!

   "Do it!"

  Catherine roared, turned and fled, and jumped onto another roof.

boom!

   With a muffled sound, Lausanne II landed on the place where she had originally landed, and the sharp claws picked up a strong wind and brushed past her heels, just a hair's breadth away!

   Bite her.

   Biting her veins.

  Let her hot blood spurt out.

   Just on the neck, otherwise the wrist is also fine.

   Just like those Lorilloa beasts did.

   Bite her.

  But the next second, the four corners of the roof under the feet of Lausanne II suddenly trembled!

boom!

  I saw a huge net bag rushing towards me, firmly netting Lausanne II!

   "Ahhhh!"

  Amidst the horrific screams of unworthy humans, Lausanne II was brought off the roof by the huge force and inertia of the net bag, and fell hard into the alley more than ten meters away!

pain.

   thirsty.

   Rip her apart.

   Scratch her.

   ate her!

   "The culprit Xiao Xiao! You'll be caught before you hang up!"

  In the alley, a well-dressed young man with a big sword on his back had a look on his face, and he shouted loudly, trying to make his voice spread farther, so that more people could hear:

   "In Konggeyou, I will never give up in Mengxiang, call me a 'hundred-step ranger'!"

  He shouted loudly, but his movements were not slow at all. Kong Geyou turned his backhand, and several flying knives shot out.

   "Stable hometown, eliminate harm for the people!"

   Lausanne II, who was lying in the net bag, instinctively blocked.

  Chick!

  The flying knife pierced into the flesh.

   Lausanne II's body steamed with silver smoke, making him like a monster howl in pain.

   "Ahhhh!"

   No no no!

   At that moment, under this terrible pain as if facing a natural enemy, his sanity came back a little.

what happened?

   Oh, yes, I...

   fell asleep.

   Just this time...

   Lausanne II stretched out his hand tremblingly, endured the severe pain, and pulled out a throwing knife that touched his flesh and blood, and it stirred up bursts of silver smoke, making it difficult for him to move.

   This time, his wound did not heal itself as usual.

This is…

  A silver-plated throwing knife?

silver?

  Looking at the smoke and bleeding wound, Lausanne II's pupils trembled slightly.

   "By the way, the net bag is exactly my idea!"

   On the other side, before Lausanne II, who was restrained by the silver knife, could react, Kong Geyou drew out the big sword behind him and stepped forward to attack!

   "The traitor shall die!"

  Chick!

  The great sword was checked by Lausanne II with his bare hands, and it deviated from the heart and penetrated deeply into his abdomen.

   But maybe the cost is too high, this sword is not silver plated.

  The black-blooded Lausanne II roared angrily, and then pulled out a silver-plated throwing knife.

  His only rationality actually maintained a balance between the desire for blood and the fear of severe pain, and did not slacken.

  Damn, hate!

   Let me move!

   You **** vampire body!

   On the other side, Kong Geyou roared and drew out his sword, condescendingly slashing at the target's head!

   "In the next hundred steps—"

  Boom!

  The next second, there was a muffled sound from behind Kong Geyou, and the famous hundred-step ranger was blinded, dropped his sword, and fell limply to the ground.

  In Lausanne II's unexpected eyes, the person who knocked down Kong Geyou was a handsome, luxuriously dressed male swordsman holding two rapiers on one left and one on the right.

  The hat on the head seems to have a few feathers stuck in it?

   "Under Levin Jabari, as a free sword dancer, the final eight will be selected."

   Jabari showed a smile that could fascinate thousands of aunts, stepped forward on catwalks, twisted his hips, and lamented to the fainted Kong Geyou:

   "As a swordsman with a sense of honor, I really don't want to do such a despicable act, but Feisuo boss..."

  The handsome swordsman shook his head in his heart:

  He gave too much!

   Before the words fell, Jabari's two rapiers drew a beautiful and eye-catching arc, and pierced deeply into the body of Lausanne II with an unpredictable trajectory!

   Woo!

   Lying on the ground, Lausanne II, who hadn't drawn out the last silver knife, was hurt and muffled.

  He could only barely hold the blade of the sword through the net bag, preventing them from getting close to the heart or even the important blood vessels.

   "Die, die, die soon, why aren't you dead..."

   Jabari seemed quite nervous—especially since he had never encountered such an opponent before. He was severely wounded and faced the enemy empty-handed, but he could still break his sword inch by inch and stand up slowly, so he became more and more panicked.

   "It's useless, the more you struggle, the more painful it will be! Boss Fei Suo invited a lot of people tonight... let me get the bounty if you die soon!"

   Lausanne II stood up with all his strength, his eyes fixed upon hearing this.

   Feisseau.

   is the big drug lord of the Black Street Brotherhood, and the lackey of "The Wolf" Lazanche Fasseau.

  I knew that the villainous drug dealer who was greedy for life and afraid of death never skimped on money on his bodyguards.

  So, Fassell.

  You had a share back then, right?

Sunlight?

  However, Lausanne II soon realized that the two thin swords piercing his body were both made with precision craftsmanship, and there were hidden vicious blood grooves inside, which caused his black blood to drain at a considerable speed!

No.

  Vampires also rely on blood to drive their bodies, and if this continues...

  Thinking of this, Lausanne II bit his tongue fiercely, and spat out a mouthful of blood, straight at Jabari's face!

"Ah You-"

   Jabari was caught off guard and subconsciously closed his eyes!

  The next second, Luosang suddenly withdrew his hands, endured the severe pain, and let the two rapiers pierce his chest forward!

Oops!

   With his eyes closed, Jabari leaned forward and subconsciously dropped his hands to maintain his balance.

  Why doesn’t this buddy play cards according to the routine?

  Which swordsman would fight like this...

   When he regained consciousness in shock and opened his eyes full of blood, a leg wrapped in a net bag appeared in his vision.

boom!

   Jabari screamed and rolled into a distant haystack.

  Damn it.

  When Fei Suo hired people, he probably didn't tell the truth to the lackeys who came here after hearing the gold, and only wanted them to consume him as cannon fodder.

   For example, "Go and kill an extreme vampire".

  Haha, that’s right, who else would dare to take on this job?

  What a pity, Little Wolf, Hei Jian, and his group of brothers didn't teach you?

   If you don’t tell the truth, you will have to pay a price.

Lausanne II clutched the huge wound on his abdomen, gritted his teeth and pulled out the silver-plated flying knife that restricted his movement and prevented him from healing himself, and then pulled out the two rapiers that pierced his body, tremblingly cut open the net bag, and leaned on the wall , fled into another alley.

   I don't know when it started, but in this group of houses, the flames were faintly visible, and there were shouts of killing everywhere.

   "Where did it go?"

   "Here, I heard that idiot named Baibu yelling!"

   "He can't run away, the surrounding area is surrounded! It must be in this street!"

   "Don't grab me!"

   "Be careful, even if you find a weakness, it's still a strong point!"

   "Bullshit!"

   "Find it!"

   Lausanne II avoided the flames and walked forward tremblingly. After passing through two alleys, he finally fell to the ground again under serious injuries.

  Damn it.

  That beautiful stupid guy just said that Fei Suo invited many people...

come kill me?

Hey.

   Lausanne II panted, curling up the corners of his mouth.

   Then let them try—

【Blood. 】

   Lausanne II trembled all over!

   No no no, not now...

  The sharp pain from the silver knife disappeared, and the thirst for blood once again prevailed.

  The commander who defeated the foreign enemy was once again threatened by his own rebel soldiers.

  【Come on, blood...】

No.

   Lausanne II covered his head in pain, trying not to listen to the voice in his body.

  And the smell of blood floating everywhere in the streets and alleys—no, it’s the smell of blood, blood!

   Blood tm is not fragrant at all!

   Lausanne II wept in despair.

  【Blood...you can...live...】

   no no no no...

   No, I can't lose my mind again...

  【Live...you can...conquer...】

【Blood…】

  At that moment, Lausanne II opened his eyes suddenly.

   Victory.

  Yes, victory.

  In order to survive...

  In order to overcome...

  He struggled to sit up and touched his wound.

  A silver knife pierces the body, a big sword pierces the abdomen, and a fine sword ditches blood...

  Now he is too injured and needs tonic.

must…

【Blood…】

   Lausanne II was stunned. He looked at a broken blood bottle on the ground in a daze.

   and a pool of blood around it.

  The scene in front of him slowly blurred...

right.

  Sweet.

  The familiar taste flowed into his mouth.

   Delicious.

   Absorbed into his body.

  Forget about worrying!

   Flowing through his body, using, absorbing, enlivening, restoring...

  Forget about all the pain!

   Forget! !

   At this moment, Lausanne II woke up!

   He fixed his eyes, and then realized that he was lying on the ground, licking the blood on the ground like a dog.

   But that's not why he came to his senses.

   "Uh uh uh uh ah ah ah ah!"

   An unprecedented, piercing pain hit, Lausanne II trembled all over, rolling back and forth on the ground!

   "Do you really think that we will prepare supplements for you as bait?"

   Lausanne II turned his head in pain.

  At the entrance of the alley, a neatly dressed female mercenary, all covered in equipment, approached him cautiously with a sword in her right hand.

   "Every bottle of blood used to disturb you here is poisoned."

  Poison?

   Lausanne II knelt up with all his might.

No.

   "Specially against vampires—secret poison."

  The female mercenary sneered:

"Have a nice meal."

   Before Lausanne II could react, the female mercenary flashed a sword in her right hand!

  clang!

   This time, Lausanne II was prepared. He ignored his disgust for the body, swung the hard and sharp claw of his right hand, and parried the sword!

   Dang Dang Dang Dang!

   There was a lot of blows, and under the influence of the secret poison, his movements were deformed, and he could only barely block three attacks, and he was hit by several swords before he used a clever hand-over sword technique to **** the opponent's sword.

  But the moment the blade was in his hands, Lausanne II realized something was wrong!

  ZiZiZi...

   Pain struck, and Lausanne II's sharp claws that could withstand steel began to numb.

  His fingers and claws emitted silver smoke, and all the wounds on his body that were cut by the blade began to fester and corrode!

   Lausanne II's pupils shook, he threw away the long sword quickly, and staggered back with a muffled grunt.

This is…

  He looked at the long sword on the ground and the allergic blistering reaction on his hand, he couldn't believe it.

   This is carefully prayed by the priests of the temple...

  A weapon designed to counter longevity species?

   "Although the bounty is high, I'm only here for you - dirty, evil and disgusting vampire."

  The female mercenary spoke coldly, and pulled out a circular sickle from behind.

   "Robel Holbrush," she shook her ponytail fiercely, "comes from the famous town of Banta, a mercenary who honorably inherited her mother's business."

   "It's a new generation..."

  The female mercenary flashes, and the sickle strikes!

   "Eternal Life Hunter!"

   Lausanne II didn't care about the poison and allergic reaction on his body, so he raised his hand to stop it!

  But unexpectedly, Robert moved his left hand and spilled a handful of fly ash.

   "Glory to Kayla!"

   Cover your head and face.

   Lausanne II reacted, wiped off the dust on the goggles, annoyed in his heart: a child's trick...

   But he was wrong.

  The moment the fly ash touched the skin, the familiar pain came again!

   "Ahhhh!"

   Lausanne II backed away trembling.

  Arms, chest, face...

  Everywhere is burning!

  Every part of the body is immobile.

Oops.

This is…

   Lausanne II looked at the fly ash in disbelief, which shone strangely in the moonlight.

   It's not dust.

   is silver powder!

   "Hartman's Perseverance!"

   But the situation of the battle is not to be overthought. Following Robert's roar, a claw flew over, hooking his left arm tightly, making him unable to retreat!

  Ahhh!

   It's silver again!

   Lausanne II was shocked and angry, and reacted belatedly:

   This is a professional —

   Vampire Hunter!

   "Davreau's bravery!"

  The hook rope was tightened, and Robert's figure approached, the half-circle scimitar like a sickle flashed in the moonlight, emitting a faint silver light!

   Lausanne II couldn't avoid it, and his eyes froze.

Oops.

   That knife...

   That's not silver plating.

   It is really a rare alloy mixed with a large amount of silver with the asphalt crystal as the medium when it is cast.

  Once it breaks into the skull, heart, or even just a large blood vessel...

  The blood ancestor is hard to save.

   Lausanne II immediately realized that he was between life and death.

  Vampires...can go to Hell River?

  Miscellaneous thoughts are but a moment, and the experience of hundreds of battles makes him make a sharp turn, and instead of retreating, he advances, and his shoulder hits the opponent's knife hand!

boom!

  Robert let out a pained cry, and the blade almost passed Lausanne II's chest.

  But she didn't hesitate, and pulled out a pendant on her chest with her backhand.

   "Grando's decisiveness!"

  The pendant on her chest suddenly lit up with a fiery red dazzling light.

  The light was extremely dazzling, extremely dazzling, hot and bright, and caused Lausanne II to feel severe pain all over his body.

   Like the sun.

   The invincible sun.

   makes him paralyzed.

   To be butchered.

at last…

   "Ada's ultimate luck!"

   Lausanne II closed his eyes.

I see.

  Bait blood, silver powder, hook line, alloy silver knife, sunlight pendant...

   Lure, delay, suppress, kill...

   This is a set of smooth and efficient…

  Longevity species killing technique.

  clang!

  The muffled sound of metal clashing came from overhead.

  The dying Lausanne II gently opened his eyes.

  He was surprised to see that a steel ax was blocking the top of his head, barely blocking the sickle-shaped scimitar.

how?

   "Old cloth? Denver cloth?"

  Robert was equally astonished. She turned her head to look at the person who stopped her—the huge man with a wild beard and a thick face behind him:

"why is that?"

  The giant man held the iron rod, showing a simple and rough smile, with his head pointing down.

  Boom!

   "Bullshit."

  The next second, Robert trembled all over, and was knocked down heavily by the giant's head hammer, and the alloy scimitar also fell to the ground.

   "He belongs to Lao Tzu!"

  The giant man showed a sly smile. He passed Robert, holding the steel axe, and walked towards Lausanne II who was lying on the ground in a precarious state.

  Lao Tzu's bounty!

   Lausanne II looked at the approaching giant and wanted to struggle, but he was powerless.

"etc!"

  Robert retched a few times:

   "Half the bounty for you! Even if you take the big head, as long as you use my knife to chop off his..."

  But the giant man just kicked his head back!

  Robel was kicked so loudly that he rolled over.

   "Paralysis, we have to divide it in half," the giant man cursed and kicked again, "Go to hell!"

   Lausanne II was lying on the ground, looking weakly at Robert, clutching his abdomen and crying out in pain.

   "No, no," Robert was still making the last effort despite the excruciating pain, "Listen to me, this vampire is different, it's very dangerous, you must use—"

   But that's about it for her.

  The next moment, the giant waved his arm!

  Chick!

  The alley was quiet.

  Robert stared wide-eyed, watching the huge ax blade cut into his chest in disbelief.

   Blood splattered everywhere.

  In the smell of blood, Lausanne II shuddered.

【Blood. 】

  Having lost all ability to resist, he fell to the ground, with eyes wide open, powerless and helpless, watching Robert's chest being ripped open by the giant's axe.

Poker face.

  The giant man snorted, and drew out the **** ax blade without hesitation.

  Robert twitched.

  Her blood stained the ground.

   "Old Bu, why, why, what..." On his deathbed, Robert vomited blood and spoke in pain.

   "Mercenaries? Didn't your mother teach you?"

  The giant man snorted coldly, and wiped the blood on his body in disgust.

   "The most dangerous thing in our business is not the target."

  The rough and honest-looking giant showed a ferocious smile:

   "It's a colleague."

  Robel wanted to say something more, but she had no strength left.

  The giant man turned around and looked at Lausanne II with disgust in his eyes.

   "Damn it, just because you are a shit-stirring killer, the general election will only reach the top eight, the top eight!"

  The giant man stepped forward, kicking his head!

  Boom!

   Lausanne II trembled from being kicked by him, and rolled on the ground in embarrassment.

   But he bit the pain in his teeth.

   Just staring at the opposite side of the alley, Robert with dull eyes.

   At that moment, it seemed that his body also quieted down.

   No longer forcing him to drink blood.

  The giant man sniffed.

Fuck, the whole election, I'm busy, pretending to play tricks, beating life and death, those who should win win, those who should be delayed, those who should lose are also prepared to lose, and I still have to learn from the people of the Northland. Howling!

  In the end, just because the election was not finished and the champion was not decided, the black-hearted banker only gave him ten gold coins for hard work?

   Ten gold coins!

  tmb sent beggars!

   Really thought he was one of those stupid Yankees?

  The giant man snorted coldly, came to Lausanne II, and lifted the steel axe.

   But fortunately, this is the Emerald City.

  The most indispensable thing is money.

   "Your head is very valuable," the giant man said with a sneer, "a vampire."

   The reward offered by "The Wolf" to this guy is 500 gold coins... It's a bit outrageously high.

  There must be something wrong.

   After all, the champion of the general election is only 800.

but…

  The giant man tightened his arms, aimed at the head of Lausanne II, and raised the steel axe.

   "Remember, the man who killed you is Denver, Denver Diawara."

   Lausanne II sighed softly, stretched his neck, closed his eyes and waited for death.

   "I'm a bounty hunter—for real."

  Denver estimated the strength, and thought for a while: If his head is valuable...

   Wait, don't vampires recover quickly?

   Cut off his head, can another one grow out?

   How long will it take? Is it the same as the original one?

  Thinking of this, Denver raised his strength and slashed with the ax blade!

   At this moment, Lausanne II bowed his head slightly.

Pass!

  The ax blade is deeply embedded in the skull.

   Lausanne II cried out in pain!

  The blade of the ax lay across the side of his head, looking terrifying.

  Denver was taken aback for a moment: Was the cut missed?

  He retracted his arm, unable to pull out the ax blade.

  Shit...stuck.

  The giant man lifted the ax unhappily, and shook Lausanne II's limp and boneless body, trying to shake him off.

   Hurry up, if someone else finds out...

   At the moment when the blade of the ax was separated from the bone, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes!

  He stretched out his left hand hidden behind his back instantly, and a sharp claw—the one that Robert used to restrain him—pierced hard into Denver's wrist!

   "Damn it—"

  Denver backed away whimpering.

  But then he was horrified to find that Lausanne II was grabbing his body with claws, his eyes were blood red, and he climbed up to his neck against the scary wound on the back of his head!

  Didn't his mother teach him?

   Lausanne II stared at the giant man who was getting closer and closer to him, watching the arrogance in the opponent's eyes turn into shock, and then into fear.

   His mother didn't teach: Is the human skull extremely strong?

   Even an ax can't cut it open.

   Lausanne II smiled.

   That's right, my mother didn't teach me either.

   After all, this is what Black Sword taught him:

   To behead one's head, one must be beheaded.

   "No no no..."

  Denver panicked, punched and kicked him to pull him down, but Lausanne II ignored them.

  The blood killer clasped Denver's shoulders tightly with a clever gesture, staring at his neck.

   There was a strong pulse beating there.

【Blood. 】

   His food.

   His source of life.

   Vampire hunters, they can poison the blood bottle of the bait.

   But not in real human blood—the kind that still runs in your veins.

   "Your mother, didn't she teach you?"

  Amidst Denver's increasingly terrified begging for mercy, Lausanne II pressed against his neck, looking at Robert who was gradually no longer twitching on the ground, with a calm expression.

  Under the moonlight, the scarred vampire said every word, gently:

   "Don't, hit, woman."

  Denver's breath froze at that moment.

  The next second, Lausanne II threw away his remaining sanity, opened his sharp and cold fangs, and rushed towards...

   His source of life.

  Blood entrance.

   Very good, a tyrannical super-level expert.

  The killer thought silently.

  Sweet.

   Delicious.

   Refreshing.

   Hot.

energetic.

More.

   In a trance, the restlessness in his body finally subsided.

More.

   Soldiers get the bounty and no longer try to fight against the commander.

  More more more...

  During the half-dream and half-awake period, Lausanne II felt that the wounds in his body were gradually repairing, and his strength quickly recovered.

   Soon, he became stronger again.

   Like a new life.

  (end of this chapter)