Underground palace.

The continuous gunfire is like the sing of death. Every change of rhythm will reap the lives of many blood clans.

The high-intensity ultraviolet searchlights came and went straight, covering the originally gloomy and dark underground palace with a layer of purple mask.

With progressive progress, even the baron and even the viscount level vampires cannot last long for humans to survive the continuous attacks like a tide.

The air is filled with high concentrations of garlic ingredients and anticoagulants. UV rays illuminate every possible dark corner. Any abnormal movement appears, which is a covered silver-plated bullet.

Attack, defense, closedness, and trinity, unless it is a marquis or even a duke who can resist weaknesses to a certain extent, the rest of the vampires can only be killed.

"Damn human!"

Listening to the constant gunfire in the distance, Stowe's face was full of anger.

At this time, he was trapped in the anger of humans' sudden war and massacre, and he had no idea that the main reason for this was the activities of his fellow New York tribes thousands of miles away.

But it's no point to be entangled in these things at this time.

The gunshots were getting closer and closer in the distance. Stowe knew that his men might be left. The Chicago Vampire Council was in a desperate situation. As a noble marquis, he could not die with those inferior bloodlines.

With dark eyes, Stowe's eyes gradually shifted toward the black entrance of the hall, and his eyes gradually changed. He looked at the last few earl soldiers who remained in the hall.

A few minutes later.

The last viscount vampire guard completely disintegrated and rushed into the hall, the soldiers of the blood exchange operation team saw only a vampire in robe and corpses all over the ground.

"Ha, are you finally here..."

The Earl, who had already drained his blood energy in his hand, had absorbed too much energy, and Stowe's eyes were as scarlet as a devil, and the energy on his body radiated out like a tulle lace, forming a blood-colored air barrier in the flow.

Ultraviolet light shines on this barrier, making a "wavy" corrosion sound, but it cannot harm Stowe under the barrier protection.

Seeing that the expected ultraviolet light could not affect Stowe, the commander made an order without hesitation: "Saturation Strike!"

“RPG!!!”

Stowe wanted to say something. A cannonball dragging bright tail flames suddenly flew out of the corridor behind the entrance.

boom!

Fires were everywhere, and powerful shock waves roared out, echoing in the hall.

However, this shock wave that can be blocked by Stowe's blood energy barrier is not the killing method of this special RPG.

Accompanied by the shock waves, there are also tiny silver particles preset inside.

With enough kinetic energy, these tiny particles were overwhelmed by the action of kinetic energy and instantly penetrated the barrier that could even resist ultraviolet rays and shock waves, and attached to Stowe's flesh and blood.

Like a deep soldering iron, a burning sensation that penetrates the soul instantly makes Stoy exclaim.

Stooped blood to shake out the silver, but the deep burning pain could not be gone.

Unlike those lower blood tribes who died when touched by silver objects, the nobleness of blood made him only have incurable wounds that were difficult to heal, rather than turning into a pile of ashes immediately.

However, one thing Stowe didn't know was that saturation strikes were not just an RPG, but an endless number of RPGs plus all possible attack methods.

Fight until the target is unable to parry until the opponent is completely eliminated!

So, at the same time as the first RPG was launched, more and more shouts of 'RPG' sounded, and accompanied by the whistling of the whole-covered bullet shooting like a net.

More ultraviolet lights were also transported to illuminate the entire hall.

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

With his super high movement speed and combat awareness, Stowe successfully avoided the second RPG that followed, and took advantage of the sufficient blood and whistled towards the human front with a gust of blood.

But after only a few meters of rushing out, the powerful firepower suppressed him and forced him back.

Sto thought he had absorbed a lot of earl blood and could kill some humans who dared to offend.

But facing the firepower suppression that could not be seen at first glance, Stowe was completely desperate.

The blood energy around him melted rapidly like the ice and snow that encountered the sun, and the blood energy in his body was also constantly consumed. What he could meet was that if he continued, there was only the dead waiting for him.

"There's nothing more."

Shuttle back and forth like a blood shadow to avoid the deadly silver bullets, and a hint of power appeared in Stowe's eyes: "As of this level of firepower, there is no chance at all... I can only leave..."

After inserting his ten fingers into his chest, a trace of ferociousness appeared on Stowe's face, and then he suddenly tore it open: "Blood mist!"

Bang!

A dull explosion sounded, and the overwhelming blood mist exploded out of Stowe's exposed chest, completely covering the hall in just a moment.

Regardless of the bloody wounds being torn by most of the chest, Sto took off his long-distance running. With the cover of his robe, hundreds of bats flapped their wings and rushed to all directions under the cover of blood mist.

"RPG exploded the blood mist and the shooting continued!"

The bullets were spilled out like money. The hundreds of blood bats that Sto transformed into were evaporated in an instant, and a small amount was left to escape from the most densely packed dangerous areas with the cover of blood mist.

All living things are afraid of death, and Stowe is no exception. He seems to be high and above, but in fact he has set up many secret passages in this hall for escape, and can only allow bats to pass through.

The two life-saving blood magics, Blood Mist and Blood Bad, consume a lot of money, and the latter needs to lose its origin before it can be activated.

Even with those counts' blood, Stowe's strength was weakened a lot. As for how much he can recover in the future, it depends entirely on how many blood bats can successfully escape.

If only one is left and he has lost a lot of his origin, his strength will even drop to the earl level.

However, it is already a blessing to be able to survive.

"Report, we found some fist-sized pits, and where they lead to it is unknown, but it should be the escape passage for the bats."

"Put the silver ion bomb to block the gap. I want to see how hard these bats can be!"

"yes!"

More than ten seconds later, one after another, the sound of air explosion echoed, and the shock waves carried silver ions and ran through the narrow corridor quickly, defeating the blood bat that was fleeing in it without mercy.
Chapter completed!