"If you still want to take revenge yourself, it's better to follow me as soon as possible."

After pulling me out of the Silver Blood Hotel, Christo threw down this sentence and ran forward quickly.

I followed Christo through streets after streets, and after a while, he took me with me in the southern part of Capofes, in front of a yard in the slums.

"It's here," he said in a low voice, "the guild intelligence team has surrounded this group, and no one can leave here under our surveillance."

"This place is really good," I looked at the slum in front of me and praised, "for them, it's a great hiding place."

"Are you ready?" Christo took out the dagger and pistol from his waist and asked seriously.

"Of course," I flexibly took my patience off my shoulders, and smiled at Christo with a gun, "Get on it."

Bang!

The decaying wooden door in this yard was kicked open by Cristo with a rough kick, "Vampire Slayer Guild does business!"

A large group of intelligence hunters emerged from the roof near the yard, holding crossbows and short guns in their hands, and pointed them into the yard.

There were also several cultists in robes in the yard, who were obviously startled by Christo's actions, and they stood still in place until he rushed into the yard.

"Bang!" The crisp gunshot sounded at this moment. I calmly pulled the bolt, removed the shell and filled it with a new bullet.

A cultist not far away was accurately hit by a bullet, and a large piece of the back of his head was easily lifted up by a bullet.

Blood gushed out with his brain, splashing onto the faces of several other believers.

Perhaps the smell of blood from the companions stimulated these cultists, and they finally reacted. With a sudden sound, these cultists pulled out the daggers hidden in their robes and rushed towards me and Christo.

Before I could shoot the second shot with patience, I threw the rifle I just bought on the ground, pulled out the broken steel from my waist and greeted it.

But I must say that a half-sword like Duangang performs very poorly in close combat in a narrow space, especially when there are a large number of people on the other side.

I waved the long sword with difficulty to block the dagger that was piercing me, and then stabbed my backhand into the head of the churchman closest to me.

Christo on the side seemed much more relaxed. His pistol roared in his left hand, smashing the head of a churchman closest to him, and the dagger in his right hand rose at the same time, blocking the several daggers that were slashing at him from above.

"Maybe after this, I have to make myself a better quality dagger, and it's OK," I made a decision in my heart when I saw Christo's relaxed performance.

But before that, I have to solve the scum in front of me first.

Although Duangang did not perform well in this situation, with the swordsmanship education I have received, it is still very simple to solve these scums that only have three-legged cat kung fu.

Working with Christo, we only took a few minutes to deal with the remaining believers. When this battle, which was not considered a battle, the entrance to the yard was stained with blood.

The hunters of the intelligence team also came to the yard with other roofs. Without Christo's command, they immediately surrounded the only house in the yard.

"You, you and you," Christo pointed out three people, "You three followed us in, everyone else, guard every exit, and absolutely no one could be let go!"

"Yes! Team Leader!"

With another bang, Christo was the first to walk into the extremely dark house, followed by three hunters from the intelligence team, and then me carrying the broken steel.

"Okay, okay," as soon as we walked into the lobby of the room, the chandelier on the top of the hall lit up, and a man in a priest's purple robe appeared at the top of the stairs in front of us, clapping his hands constantly.

"I should have thought of it," he said in a normal tone, "that great Salenovis would not let us go so easily."

"Yes, what you should think of when you attack me is that I am not a person who is waiting to die."

"Since you are here," the priest seemed not nervous even when I was watching. "Of course we must welcome you well, let us here carry out the will of our Lord! Salenoves must die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of people with green air and gray faces rushed out from the left and right sides of the hall. They were holding simple wooden shields and some rusty iron weapons. Judging from their clothes, they should be all poor people in this area.

"Come and dance with them, my respected guest," said the priest of the purple robe on the stairs with ease, "they are the great inventions of our Lord, the warriors who are not afraid of pain, and the best carrier for spreading our Lord's glory. Oh, I bet that if you die here, you will become plague zombies a hundred times stronger than them."

"Are you planning to destroy us with these things?" I sneered at the priest, "I'm afraid your plan will be lost."

"No, no, of course not, respected Mr. Saren," the priest seemed to have expected me to ask, "these plague zombies are just a simple test for these gentlemen who are walking with you. As for you, your opponent will be me, and I am honored."

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped down the stairs. With a loud bang and scattered wood chips, he landed steadily on the floor of the first floor and walked towards me step by step, as if jumping down from the height of a floor had no effect on him at all.

"Plague!" The priest shouted loudly, and a faint green energy suddenly emerged from the void and wrapped around his hands.

His other hand was not idle either, and he quickly outlined a rune. One after another, one faint green energy arrow after another quickly formed and shot towards me.

Facing the rain of energy arrows shot in, I lay down to the ground as fast as possible, and immediately rolled away, before I could dodge all the attacks in a mess.

I looked back and saw that Christo and others had already fought with the plague zombies that were surging up. Many intelligence hunters heard the noise inside and joined their battle group, but the situation was still not optimistic. They had to take a while to kill a zombie, and they had to be careful of being affected by the plague.

"It seems that you are also a rune master." I turned around and looked at the priest and said calmly. I had this kind of guess since he shouted out the word plague. Everything that happened later also confirmed my thoughts. His fighting style is indeed the fighting style of the rune master that I am most familiar with.

"Of course," the priest smiled proudly, "please don't forget, Mr. Saren, that my lord Strad is a great rune master."

"He's just a sentimental vampire bastard.auir!"

I sneered and refuted the priest's words. While summoning the flames, I raised my hand and began to outline the runes that had been prepared in my heart.

The runes I chose were very simple. Like this priest, I chose the runes of the energy arrows.

"Is the energy arrow against the bomb?" The priest looked at the runes in my hand and laughed in a low voice, "Since you plan to do this, I will accompany you."

I looked at the priest with a serious look. He was undoubtedly a master. With just raising his hand, he shot six more energy arrows at me.

"Your rune art is really good," I said, "but my skills are not bad either."

My mental power began to surge wildly. Fuss took shape in an instant, and his mental power began to be drawn. Six red rune arrows flew out of my hands one by one in the next second, accurately hitting and shooting six green rune arrows at me.

Balls of flames mixed with green gas exploded in the air, and the priest and I took a step back at the same time, "You can never be just an ordinary priest. Who are you?"

"Did you finally realize it?" the priest smiled and pulled off the purple robe on his body hard. "I am the Grand Priest of the Plague Source Sect, Richard Griffin."

Under his purple robe was a seriously decayed body, his body was covered with pus bubbles, and a huge wound on his stomach, but he seemed to care nothing.

Every step he walked, a severely decayed organ slipped from his wound and fell on the floor, quickly corroding the floor into a large pit, and then a new organ quickly formed inside him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Look at you," I took two steps back with disgust. "Are you still a human being like this?"

"You ignorant bastard!" Perhaps I touched his pain, Richard suddenly roared, "This is the blessing from the great Strad to this tiny man! It makes me extremely powerful!"

"If that's the price," I sneered, "then I would rather be a mortal for the rest of my life."

"Ah!!!!!! You arrogant and ignorant fool, you must pay the price for your words!"

The furious Richard seemed to give up on continuing to use his plague rune art and my plan for bombing, but walked towards me with great strides, which somewhat relieved me. To be honest, I could feel that his stunning ability in rune art is definitely not low. If I continue to fight against him, I will not be sure to win.

"Come and try this trick, you rotten idiot!"

I turned my body sideways, threw out the rune javelin that had been prepared long ago, and shot out quickly in the raging fire, accurately hitting his rotten torso.

The violent flame exploded instantly, and his rotten body was ignited by the flames in an instant, like a huge torch, burning constantly in the room.
Chapter completed!