Chapter 30: Tonight, the Werewolf Begins to Roar!

Determining the number of small bats around, Blade turned around and ran.

He just turned into a werewolf, not that his brain was eaten by a werewolf. Fighting dozens of them head-on, and the other side was waiting for work, anyone with normal intelligence wouldn't want to do this.

As soon as Blade ran, all the vampires moved.

This world was not completely without werewolves, but a werewolf like Blade, with pure bloodline and full mortal enemy buff, was still the first one.

The eyes of these vampires present were all red. Taking Blade's life, casually improving strength by one or two tiers wouldn't be very difficult.

When Blade was about to step into the trap, these vampires could still hold back, but now watching Blade about to run, they couldn't hold back at all.

At this time, they also selectively forgot why Blade, this half-vampire Daywalker, would suddenly become a werewolf.

The full-speed running Blade sensed the olfactory molecules in the air, and the map of the vampire encirclement clearly emerged in his mind.

Tonight, the night of slaughter!

The gray hair on Blade's body grew with the wind. A few seconds later, an adult werewolf appeared under the moonlight.

Small bats! Go to hell!

Blade's brain had many slaughter and violent emotions. After bypassing a corner, he rushed directly toward the enemy in front.

The figure drew a black rainbow in the air, and Blade's right wolf claw popped out.

The vampires in the alley also roughly sensed Blade's position, but without using spells, the speed gap between the two was too great.

When the wolf claw swept across the body, the vampire had just prepared for the attack, but he no longer had the chance to take action.

The wolf poison attached to the wolf claw instantly corroded the vampire's flesh, bringing great pain while directly sealing the super-speed regeneration ability of this small bat in front of Blade.

The vampires who besieged Blade this time all had two brushes. After losing control of half of his body, the vampire decisively cut off his tail to survive, and the other half of his body *whoosh* turned into a bat group and flew toward the sky.

*Awooo! *

Blade opened his mouth and let out a wolf howl. The sound wave swept across the bat group, and *whoosh*, all the bats fell down, like a rain.

After the spell was broken, Blade's right hand claw inserted directly into the vampire's brain and lifted it with force.

With the flying out of blood, the vampire thoroughly eroded by wolf poison turned into ashes directly. This effect was better than giving them a sauna with ultraviolet lamps.

After the vampire died, a force was transmitted into Blade's body. This force made Blade shiver comfortably. This comfort was unimaginable.

*Awooo~*

Blade roared at the moon very arrogantly, the hair on his body stood up one by one, fully showing their sense of existence in the dark night.

After the comfort faded, Blade lowered his head, his eyes red, and the blood gas around him was clearly displayed in his field of vision.

Let's have a good hunt!

Blade ran on all fours. At this time, he had long forgotten the matter of strategic retreat to the back of his head. Now there was only one word: kill!

Soon, Blade encountered the next batch of enemies, a three-person vampire team.

With the psychological preparation brought by the wolf howl earlier, the moment Blade appeared, bullets had already hit him.

*Clang, clang, clang*, bullets hit like on tank armor, all bounced off by the upright hair.

Blade also launched a charge against the hail of bullets.

Mental Shock!

The vampire in the middle of the team followed the conventional opening of previous training and issued a spell. A mental force began to collide with Blade's brain.

Before the spell could take full effect on Blade, a violent surge of emotion erupted, turning back to annihilate that mental force.

Blade also used a negligible dizziness to offset the opponent's first move.

*Swish*, the wolf claw left four silver lights in the darkness under the moonlight.

The vampire in the front row, who was too rigid and trusted his teammates, was torn into two halves directly from top to bottom. The head and heart were all destroyed, and there was no chance to turn into a bat.

The last one saw the situation was not right and added a Blood Transpiration, which was also one of the common spells of noble vampires. That's right, he was the captain of the team, a baron-level vampire.

Blade didn't dodge or evade, relying on the resistance of his fur to eat the spell hard, and at the same time, his mouth approached the second vampire and let out a howl, a perfect shock.

Facing the living target, Blade killed much more easily than the first one.

In a few seconds, the team lost two members, and the baron also reacted. They could also be considered to have been covered by greed and lost their reason.

As vampires, not pulling distance, not using spells to consume, actually trying to fight close combat with werewolves on the ground, if they don't die, who dies!

That's right, the number of vampires is large, but the main encirclement is at the apartment, and the number that can respond at the same time is not large.

Realizing the mistake is good, unfortunately, the baron no longer had the chance to correct it.

In the case of close contact, if a high-level werewolf slaughters a low-level vampire and still lets him run, then the werewolf doesn't deserve to be the mortal enemy of the vampire.

A wave of triple kills, Blade also got the feedback he deserved. His werewolf power was constantly growing, thoroughly breaking the balance in his body.

Should see good and stop...

See good and stop? Why, fighting by fighting, I am invincible!

Two thoughts fought in his brain. Obviously, the second thought had the upper hand. However, throughout the ages, most of those who said "invincible" died without a burial place.

Blade, who struggled on the spot for a second, turned around and rushed toward the vampire group.

These vampires mostly had a kind of inexplicable arrogance. Except for some vampires whose profession was soldiers, others didn't like to use firearms. This was also the basis for this counterattack.

If every vampire was fully equipped, had sufficient ammunition, and possessed tactical literacy, then a werewolf rushing into the formation would soon become a dead wolf.

Blade's sudden return caught the vampires off guard. After all, he didn't know himself that he would make a return shot this time.

So in one encounter, a vampire died thoroughly.

The slaughtering Blade's hair began to shine black, and he was about to enter a prime werewolf from an adult werewolf.

And the price of this advancement was that there were only twenty-odd vampires left out of dozens, and they were all scared out of their wits by Blade.

*Awooo!!! *

Blade wantonly showed his momentum. There were dozens of real vampires in this big area, and now half had been killed.

"Who dares to stop me!" Blade roared and roared.

However, things like old six don't just exist in gunfight games.

On Blade's back, in the sky, the vampire leader of this area, Vampire Count, Deacon Frost, was floating in the air.

Blood Magic - Dark Touch!

Several tentacles made of blood made a sound of breaking through the air and flew toward Blade together.

Blade, who felt something was wrong, tried to sprint to dodge, but was tied up as soon as he leaped, tied tightly, and fell to the ground. ===== CHAPTER 31 =====