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Although the falling blood was no different from human blood no matter how you looked at it, but under Emerson's sensitive sense of smell, he couldn't hide it from him at all.

"Mixed with water?"

Amelia turned her head suddenly, and looked at Emerson in disbelief.

This was the first time in her hundreds of years of life that she heard that someone was mixing water with vampire blood!

This is simply more excessive than adding water to the alcoholic drink!

"Look at those vampires who are swallowing, don't they have a fake expression?"

Emerson tilted his head slightly, and asked Amelia to carefully observe the carnival vampires. As for the humans among them, there was no need to observe.

Except for the survivors who fell to the ground and were teased as guinea pigs, everyone else had been treated as desserts, and the blood was sucked up by the powerful vampires.

"It really is!"

"The number of people is also wrong. There are only a small number of people here. There were more than a few people who came in before us."

Amelia has been secretly counting the number of people here, so she speaks with certainty.

"coming!"

Just as Emerson was about to respond to Amelia's words, his ears moved suddenly, reminding Amelia who was waiting for his reply.

As Emerson's voice fell, the wall on one side of the hall suddenly shattered, and a figure fell from it into the crowd in the hall.

Emerson clearly saw that the one who fell into the crowd was the guard in charge of the door they leaned against.

Then suddenly, all the colored lights in the hall suddenly turned into white light.

The swaying bodies in the hall froze instantly, and all eyes were on the guard who fell on the ground.

Before everyone could make a move, a silver light flashed away, and the guards in the crowd turned into ashes with a howl!

Fully armed, the blade warrior with a cold face, holding his rifle in both hands, jumped in from the big hole that was smashed.

Blade had no habit of talking nonsense, and without saying a word, he pulled the trigger on the nearest stunned vampire.

Boom, amidst the muffled sound of the rifle, the vampires who gathered closest to him fell under his gun one by one, turned into ashes and scattered.

"Why did you let this guy get in here!"

Emerson looked helplessly at the guy who was killing all directions in the field, and got up to enter the field.

If he doesn't show up again, how many vampires will die, these are precious resources!

However, Emerson was not the fastest to play. In the other direction of the hall, someone had already taken him a step ahead.

"As expected of the famous Sunwalker!"

Deacon Firth clapped his palms lightly, walked slowly towards the blade while walking in the blood.

He glanced lightly at the vampires who made way for him, and said with a smile to Dao Feng who was looking directly at him.

If you only look at his current expression and don't look at the surrounding environment, this is like a simple meeting.

"Deacon Firth!"

The thick blood vessels on Dao Feng's neck and forehead protruded, his eyes seemed to spew out fire, and he gnashed his teeth and growled.

"Although I'm very approachable, it's the first time you and I meet, I think you should call me father."

Deacon Firth still said with a smile, as if he didn't see the expression of choosing and devouring the blade.

Chapter 192 Please, stop here!

Emerson: "..."

This was the second time he was interrupted, and Emerson was really speechless.

He just wants to make an appearance, is it that difficult!

However, the vampires who interrupted him didn't take him into consideration at all. When the voice sounded, they all rushed towards Dickon Firth who was standing in the crowd.

The smile on Deacon Firth's face was so stunned that he couldn't react for a while.

Just looking at the elites who were working for him just now and successfully captured the blade, they have turned against each other and collided with his personal guards.

"Breakthrough!"

Deacon Firth took a deep breath and squeezed out such an order from between his teeth.

The current situation couldn't be more obvious, he only has one way to go to break through!

With the few close men around him, it is impossible to last for too long, and it is already predictable to be overwhelmed by the enemy.

The vampires' attacks are not as fast as the blades just now, because they don't have the physique of the blades, and they can't use silver weapons, so they fight like ordinary people, with blood flying in all directions!

Now that he was planning to leave, Deacon Firth would naturally not forget the trophy of the blade. He personally pulled the end of the iron chain that bound the blade, and directly pulled the blade that had been tied into a rice dumpling by the chain, and came towards him. direction to go.

And Dao Feng's mother followed with a blank expression, like a loyal bodyguard.

"stop!"

At this time, Amelia saw that Emerson's face was not very good-looking, so she took off her disguise and emerged from the crowd.

"Elder Amelia!"

"The death walker is coming?"

Under the majesty of Amelia, even though their origins were different, the vampires present were still affected, and they all turned their heads to look at this vampire elder who suddenly appeared.

Deacon Firth, who knew Amelia, was the first to call out the name of the vampire elder after seeing Amelia appear.

As for the other vampires who didn't recognize Amelia, after hearing his words, they all exclaimed and looked around.

You must know that the death walker army, which belongs to Elder Amelia, is not only well-known among human mercenaries, but also a household name among vampires!

There are many vampires here, but they have all heard the reputation of this legion.

"You came by yourself, Amelia."

Although they are not familiar with each other, they have seen each other twice.

Deacon Firth was well aware of Amelia's prestige, most of which were brought by the well-trained vampire army.

So when he saw that only Amelia appeared, he couldn't help asking.

At this moment, he even suspected that the reason why he was ambushed was planned by this elder who had been active in the north.

"These are not what you need to know. I think you can't protect yourself now."

When Amelia faced Deacon Firth, she was not as approachable as she was with Emerson, and she replied very coldly.

"Elder in the north, this is not your territory. For the sake of the council, please leave."

A big white man spoke at this time, intervened in the conversation between the two, and persuaded Amelia sharply.

Amelia, who did not lead the death walker, obviously did not receive enough attention. The big man seemed to be trying to persuade her, but it was full of threats.

"What if I say no?"

Amelia turned her head to look at the vocal vampire, and replied with a strong tone.

"Hey, then you don't have to go back. I think the little guys in the north should really hope that there will be a space above their heads."

An old voice came from the door, answering Amelia's question.

Although the voice is old, it is full of energy.

"Secret Elder!"

"It's you!"

The voices of Deacon Firth and Amelia rang together when they saw the old man who came in.

Although the words are different, the surprise contained in them is exactly the same.

"Deacon, I thought you'd be a good manager, but you've let me down."

Silver-white hair was neatly tied on the top of his head, his face was like that of an ordinary middle-aged man, and the classic suit on his body gave off a sense of alienation from the age.

The vampire elder, who seemed to be an old man, first looked at Deacon Firth, whose expression changed drastically, with deep disappointment in his tone.

"You are too conservative. The blood race, a noble race, should have a better status and life, instead of living in the dark and underground like those dirty dogs!"

Deacon Firth was silent for a moment, then put away his expression, looked at the old man seriously and said.

At this time, Deacon Firth was like a leader giving a speech, with strong emotions in his voice, which was obviously what he thought in his heart.

"You have forgotten our purpose and betrayed the original intention of the alliance."

"So you deserve to be cleaned up."

The disappointment in the old man's eyes disappeared, and his gaze towards Dickon Firth was like a deep pool of water, with no waves visible.

"Clean up?"

"Hahaha, just because of my actions, you have wiped out my hundreds of years of hard work, and a clean-up will end my life."

"I tell you, this is delusion!"

Deacon Firth bent down laughing as if he had heard a big joke, and tears even leaked from the corners of his eyes.

"Is this the reason why you believed in the gossip of the Sabbat, held this so-called feast of blood, and tried to become a blood god?"

The old man's words made Deacon Fiston there, and his bent waist slowly straightened up.

"So it is."

Deacon Firth muttered to himself, he finally understood why the trap he had carefully laid out turned out to be against him.

He is indeed planning to become a blood god for the sake of power, as the elder said, and even capturing the blade is to achieve this goal.

After all, the blood of the daywalker, Blade Warrior, is the key to the success of the Blood God, and it is an indispensable factor.

"Roar!"

"It's a very interesting play, but I'm short on time, so please stop here."

As the field fell into silence because of this conversation, it was suddenly broken by a loud dragon chant, and Emerson's voice also rang out.

Emerson did not let Sato show his figure, but performed bond fusion at the same time as he released the poke ball.

Just as he said, his time is really running out, Candlelight, the little guy who is waiting for food, is still waiting for him to bring back the ingredients!

"This gentleman, is this your guest?"

"The elders of the north."

Chapter 193 Frozen is more fresh

The old man did not look at Emerson who spoke, but turned his gaze to Amelia.

Obviously, in his opinion, this man who appeared suddenly came with Amelia.

"My friend, I am following him this time."

Amelia didn't understand what he meant, and immediately stepped aside to let Emerson out, indicating that she was not the person in charge.

"Then, guest from afar, how can I help you?"

The old man had an extraordinary bearing. After hearing what Amelia said, he asked Emerson politely.

I didn't feel the slightest discomfort because of the change in my attitude.

"It's very simple, just ask everyone to die!"

Emerson grinned, the teeth protruding from his lips flashed a cold light!

And his words also attracted the attention of everyone present, whether it was a vampire or a surviving human, they all looked at him like they were looking at a fool.

The current situation is clear at a glance, and the vampire elder who appeared last obviously has an absolute advantage.

Even Deacon Firth, who seemed to be in jeopardy, far outnumbered the Emersons.

"Put down the gadgets in your hands, don't force me to kill you here."

Emerson understood what they meant, but he didn't care too much. Instead, he set his eyes on the tightly bound blade and said lightly.

No one present except him noticed that the Blade Warrior, who seemed to be completely restrained, did not completely lose his fighting spirit as he had shown.

In fact, he has been wriggling his arm gently, letting the detonator hidden in his sleeve slowly slip into his hand.

Every time the blade takes action, it will be prepared to die together, and this time such a dangerous situation is naturally no exception.

He had already placed miniature bombs in various supporting points of the underground building.