The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 216 Killing under the Extreme Night 2

"First aid kit, blanket, canned meat...what else is there?"

Iben carefully closed the wooden door of the storage room, making sure that no light could come out, and then he dared to light the lighter and look for the urgently needed items.

The warm orange flames danced, reflecting the shelves full of food and fuel, which calmed his panic a little.

Fortunately, in a bitterly cold place, every household in the town has stocked up on a large amount of necessities. With these things, as long as it can hide from the monsters for ten and a half months, there will be no problem. By then, the officials will have to find out that something happened, right?

He piled the selected items into the largest thermal blanket, brought the four corners together and quickly tied a knot. The young man weighed the weight, picked up the harvest, and quietly opened the door.

Then he stood there frozen!

The lights in the house were turned on at some point. In the living room seven or eight meters away, a stern-faced middle-aged man wearing a red down jacket sat on a chair, crossed his legs, licked the blood on his hands, and said with a smile. Looking at him teasingly.

The blond woman with bruises all over her body fell silently at the man's feet. Her beautiful eyes were only frighteningly empty, and the blood that had not yet solidified slowly flowed out. She was cruelly gouged out.

Mrs. Eva!

The hearty laughter still seems to linger in the ears. The humorous and cheerful bar owner in the past has now turned into a cold corpse.

It's you!

Iben looked at the murderer who had just killed two of his colleagues a few hours ago, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano, dispelling all worries and fears.

"Crash!" The package fell, and he rolled deftly, half-kneeling behind the table, and then quickly raised the muzzle of the gun to fire a standard Mozambican shooting method.

However, the other party's sneer sounded like the legendary devil's words, making it difficult for him to make up his mind to shoot.

"Think clearly, if you shoot, those little bugs hiding above will be exposed!"

The stern man with short hair raised the corners of his mouth and showed a cat-and-mouse smile.

"Now there are two plans - if you can't help but let them go, how about I let them go temporarily? On the contrary, let me kill them and let you go for the time being.

Think about it...Which is more important, your life or the life of others? "

He looked at the tangled expressions of the humans across from him, his nostrils flapped excitedly, and he spat out tempting suggestions with a tone like a poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden.

Torturing and teasing these despicable short-lived species, watching them be in a dilemma, and finally have a mental breakdown, is his favorite pastime, especially since it is said that after today all the tribesmen will evacuate the Federation, go to the hidden backcountry, and sleep for a few years. I'll take this opportunity to have some fun before I leave. I'm going to hold it in for a long time...

However, what answered him was three bullets with scorching fire!

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots were mixed with the young sheriff's decisive roar:

"Damn monsters, don't even think about playing with our souls!"

The three brass bullets stopped on the claws shrouded in blood-red light, helplessly deformed and cracked, and were taken into his palms. Then they raised their backhand and fired back at a speed no less than when they came.

As sparks flew everywhere, Iben covered the cracked tiger's mouth and took a step back with a muffled sound. The police Glock was shattered into a pile of parts.

The man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said mockingly: "What a boring guy. I originally thought that if you could provide some fun, I would do it more quickly... In that case, I'll tear off your limbs first!"

Before he finished speaking, a strong wind broke through the air, and his figure instantly passed through the entire hall like a ghost. His sharp claws flashing with cold light came out, and he put them on the shoulders of the young sheriff, and he ripped them apart with all his strength!

"what--!"

A shrill howl sounded, and dark red blood rushed out of the body like a fountain!

Iben gasped, covering his intact arm in a daze, his eyes wandering from the sharp broken claws inserted into the floor to the terrifying enemy holding the broken arm and wailing, and finally fell on the tall figure in front of him.

"Have you been injured by the [Demon Hunter] and not turned into ashes? It seems that the bloodline is very pure. If that's the case, then go ahead and cut off the limbs as you just thought!" As if the scene just happened again, wearing a coat The mysterious black man in the trench coat said coldly and sarcastically.

As soon as the silver sword was unfolded, like lightning flashing across, the man's limbs and body were instantly separated, and then pure white light floated, spreading upward inch by inch from the wound, as if burning flames, turning it into black ash in a moment.

"Are you Mr. Eben, the town's sheriff?"

The young man who was stunned by this fantastic scene had no time to answer when he saw the black man and the long knife almost merged into one, turning into a pair of silver light flying out, rolling like thunder and lightning, blowing away the few who heard the sound. The head vampire was strangled and reduced to ashes.

He returned to the house in an instant, exchanged a few words with the dumbfounded rescue target, threw out a handful of alchemical amulets, and asked him to bring out all the residents hiding here. [Blade] Eric's eyes glanced deeply at the body of the murdered proprietress. corpse.

His face showed a bit of anxiety as he watched the drops of blood mixed with the residual thoughts of fear and despair gradually disappear, transforming into a mysterious and incomprehensible form, flying up into the sky and integrating into the sky that was emitting a hazy red spiritual light.

"Hurry up! There is only a little time left. If you can't get out, you will all die here!"

……

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The buckles of leather boots hit the flat, hard concrete floor, and the crisp sound that sounded like a rush echoed in the secret passage.

"Your Majesty... Your Highness, it's not good!"

A vampire hurriedly rushed into the underground secret room, shouting tremblingly.

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Craven frowned and scolded his men: "Have you forgotten even the basic etiquette in front of a superior? If you have anything, please explain it slowly."

"Needless to say, I have already 'seen' it..."

In the middle of the vast secret room, where the metal throne used to be, is now enveloped in a ball of eggshell-like scarlet light. Young men and women in their youth are facing here, in the shape of concentric circles, one after another. Kneel down on the ground.

The bright red blood, as clear as rubies and full of vitality, struggled to break free bit by bit from their mouths, ears, and corners of their eyes. With an attitude of intimacy and admiration, they followed one after another like a baby bird throwing itself into the forest. Drifting towards the red light, as if that is the destination of all blood!

The blood droplets climbed on the red light, stretched, deformed, and gradually split into countless graceful vine flowers. Flowers of different shapes grew, bloomed, withered, closed, and then grew and bloomed again.

In the mysterious artistic conception of the cycle of life and death, there is also a touch of eternal charm.

"It's that bastard Eric..." Victor's old voice came from within the strange light.

"The nose is really smart. Haha, don't be too nervous. Once the Eternal Night Ritual is started, it cannot be stopped. Under the suppression of the ritual barrier, his strength cannot stop us."

His tone was calm and he commanded without any disturbance:

"Any strict plan may have accidents. I have already predicted it. If he wants to save people, let him go. It is very cost-effective to let a few unnecessary sacrifices hold him back. Our purpose is not to fight him to the death. "

Under the bloody light, his decayed and old eyebrows twitched.

“The blood of life unsworded is enough.

Now the blood of death born of killing! "

As soon as he said this, the complicated array on the top of the secret room suddenly lit up, and the lines seemed to penetrate the space and go straight to the ground!

　Ah, I’m going to use my last leave request of the month tomorrow. I’m going to take a day off and have some rest (￣.￣)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)