The attack we launched from behind caught the group of guys off guard. Before we even figured out what was going on, several rebel soldiers at the end of the offensive position stared at the eyes and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Quick! Destroy their camp as much as possible!" I waved Broken Steel and kicked a rebel soldier holding a gun to the ground, and the long sword penetrated into his chest without mercy.

The cold sword blade easily cut open the young man's chest, and the red blood belonging to the human race flowed out, and soon became a small pool of sticky blood.

Kalek pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrow penetrated the head of a second-class vampire beside the rebel army.

The white blood and the red blood are mixed together and become a strange color similar to pink.

I watched the two pools of blood gradually merged, the unique rust smell of red blood and the ammonia smell of white blood, and rushed into my nose hard, making me feel nauseous and want to vomit.

"The enemy is coming! We need support!"

The rebels in front finally noticed the commotion behind the position. With a few shouts of voice, a team of people hugged, covered their heads, and ran out of the front line with weapons.

"Seven humans, three vampires - no high-level guys."

Hickrad's voice came from above us, and with the sight of patience he temporarily assumed the responsibility of the scout.

“Preferred to vampires!”

I used broken steel to block the battle axe that was slashed from the upper left, and opened a small water shield with my right hand to block the spears shot by the soldiers.

"receive."

Hickrad answered simply, and the patient gunfire followed. A bullet wrapped in a blue light flew over the top of my head, and it was like eyes growing into the eye sockets of one of the second-class vampires, and then flew out from the back of its head with large pieces of broken bones and brain tissue.

"Haha!" I heard Hickrad laugh proudly, "The first one today!"

"You can move faster, Hill," I responded with a smile, waving the sword in my hand, and slashing at the tall rebel soldier holding a battle axe with both hands. "Maybe the vampires tonight are all yours."

The blade of the broken steel fell on the axe handle of the battle axe. The iron axe handle was easily cut off from it like the wood under the logging axe.

After breaking the battle axe with no effort, Duangang, with the remaining power, fell heavily on his face in the soldier's horrified gaze, and cut his skull from the middle. The tissue belonging to humans suddenly spilled all over the ground, and heat came out in this cold night.

This method of death scared several rebel soldiers next to him. Their legs began to tremble constantly, and their hands holding guns were unable to lift them for a long time.

I looked at their eyes that were a little afraid and afraid. I knew that the time was coming, so I broke the steel and pressed the unlucky man's neck. After a light stroke, I cut off a head that was beyond recognition.

I grabbed the hair on my head with my empty hand and raised my head high, "Did you see this guy? Before today, he might have been the husband of a lady and the father of a child, but now he is just an unrecognizable corpse."

"Think about your family!" I leaped hard onto the barricade so that all the soldiers could see the bloody head on my hands and hear my voice, "Or do you want to be like him?"

"Your uprising has failed, and your evil allies cannot save you! Surrender now, and you will be back home one day, I promise!"

"Don't listen to him!" a vampire pointed at me with a ferocious expression and shouted, "This is a damn vampire hunter, they say nothing..."

It was like a fireworks suddenly exploded in mid-air. The sudden sound of gunfire interrupted his words, turning his head into pieces on the ground, like a watermelon that fell from ten meters high. The corpse that lost his head shook on the ground and then fell straight towards the front. White blood gushed out, and the few ordinary uprising soldiers who were closest to him were splashed all over his body.

"You're talking too much nonsense," Hickrad's loud voice echoed under the night sky, "and people who talk a lot usually don't live long."

"Yes," Kalek took a cigarette in his mouth and shot through the arm of another vampire whose true body had been revealed.

The special crossbow was extremely powerful. The whistling crossbow arrows penetrated the vampire's arms and then flew forward without diminishing force until they nailed themselves and the vampire to the wall on the side of the road.

The vampire opened his mouth angrily and made a harsh roar, but the howling sound followed, and the second crossbow arrow shot from Kalek trickled into its wide open mouth, then pierced its head, turning it into a dead body nailed to the wall.

"Think about your family! They may have become a zombie! That's what you want!?"

"I swear to you in my reputation that as long as you give up your resistance, you will one day return to your own home and see the families who survived this catastrophe."

As the vampires in the crowd were killed by Hickrad and Kalek one by one, more and more soldiers of the rebel army showed confusion. They knelt on the ground, threw the steam rifle and gunpowder rifle aside, and then raised their hands high to show surrender.

"Call the City Guard, Kalek," I turned my head and said to Kalek, who was thrilling to kill, "we can't deal with so many prisoners."

"no problem!"

Kalek put down the crossbow arrow, took a simple signal flare from his belt, and then pulled the lead rope at the bottom of the signal flare with great force.

With a sneer, a small red light rushes into the air, and then explodes with a bang in the most conspicuous night sky, turning into an extremely dazzling rose.

"That's all, the free city guards will come with the fastest speed."

"Biography of Del Inbeck, Sefili, you are responsible for taking care of these prisoners," I looked at the front line in the distance, told Del Inbeck and Sefili, and waved to Kalek, "Let's go, we'll get those dead-hard players--it's best to solve this before the city guard arrives."

The last sentence is my selfishness. Everyone knows that the City Guards will not tell these terrorists any kindness and moral laws, nor will they care whether you decide to surrender. They will only raise the gun in their hands and angrily make a hole in the head of each of the rebels. Then they will watch them fall down while cursing them, and continue to insult their bodies.

Of course, spitting before leaving is an indispensable part. They will kick the body that has lost its temperature, spit on their faces or bodies, then carry the gun and meet with their teammates with anger.

And that happened to be something I didn't want to see. I often say that Hickrad was a messenger of justice, but I myself was not much better than him in such matters.

With the actions of these rebels, even if their heads are cut off, their headless bodies are hung up and dried, and their heads are pierced by sharp wooden stakes, no one will feel cruel or unbearable. Everyone will only think that such punishment is still too cheap.

But what I want to say is... they are also people with difficulties. During the time in Chelfid, I saw the ugliest side of the city. I understood how those nobles oppressed these powerless civilians... using their blood and sweat to enrich their lives.

What they did may be too radical, or even evil, but their intentions were not bad. They were just a group of poor people who had gone astray.

I know I am not a saint, and I can't change the mind of each of them. I just want to follow my true heart and save as many precious lives as possible before everything becomes irreversible.

Del inbeck and Serfire went down, and the surrendered rebels knelt on the ground, holding their heads with their hands very honestly - perhaps most of them had objections to the uprising, but now they were just walking along the way.

"Let's go," I winked at Kalek, carried the broken steel, and walked quickly towards the frontier position that was still fighting fire with the sector.

"Stop it! The riots behind will be resolved soon!" Before I could get close to the front line, I heard a magnetic voice shouting, "The great night waiter will help us, they will destroy these damn defenses so that we can rush into the sector."

"The days when those nobles acted as a blessing and covered the sky with one hand were about to end today, and Chelfido is about to usher in a new day!"

"Enough!" I put the broken steel into the sheath and rushed into the front line as fast as possible. Two soldiers who were responsible for standing guard at the door of the command post raised their guns at me.

I stretched out my hands and lifted them up—like lifting two chicks. The soldiers strangled their throats waved their arms in the air, trying to scream, and trying to break free from my hands.

"The stubborn guy." I snorted coldly, crushed their skulls with both hands. As I let go of my hands, two dead bodies fell heavily to the ground, lifting up a small piece of dust and staining my leather boots.

Be kind to those who surrender outside does not mean that I will be equally kind to those guys who are still resisting, as I said at the beginning - those who resist will be killed without mercy, not to mention these stupid guys who are still choosing to resist stubbornly just as the situation is hopeless.

The reason I chose to rush into the frontier with Kalek and gave up using Broken Steel was not because I wanted to save the rebels here, I just didn't want to kill the leaders inadvertent hands.

I want them to see with their own eyes the harm they have caused to the civilians in this city. I want them to see what the city they love has been ruined by vampires and them.

People like this are not qualified to lead the city forward.

The wooden door of the command post was fragile and vulnerable in front of me. Just by using a gentle force, I took off the entire wooden door.

I walked through the flying wood chips and walked into the command post.

The command post is not big. On the dusty ground is a table that is also covered with dust, and on the table is a hand-held kerosene lamp that emits a dim light.

There are four chairs next to the table, and one person sits on each chair - two men and two women.

"So, are you the leaders of the rebel army?"

I looked at them and asked with a voice. The sound kept reflecting in the narrow space, sounding more three-dimensional than usual.

"Yes," said the middle-aged man closest to the entrance calmly, "It seems that our uprising has failed, right?"

"You damn noble lackeys!" The young man sitting next to him seemed a little angry. "Why do you want to help those damn parasites!? We could have won."

Although the two young girls didn't speak, I understood their thoughts as if they were the same as the young men.

"Don't say it again, Aleppo," the middle-aged man raised his hand, looking a little tired. "When we made a contract with those guys, I thought that such a moment would come."

He waved his hand to stop the remaining three people, then raised his head and looked at me curiously, "You must be the rumored vampire hunter. To be honest, before joining forces with the vampire, I thought you and vampires were all false."

"I'm the vampire hunter."

"I know," sighed the middle-aged man, "those guys are not great waiters, Aleppo, they are vampires."

"So what about them being vampires?" Aleppo blushed in anger. He yelled with his neck, "At least they can help us win. In my opinion, they are great, the Siye Waiter who leads us out of the sea of ​​bitterness."

"Silly guy," I glanced at him, gave my comment disdainfully, and turned to the middle-aged man, "Who is he you?"

"My son." The bitter smile on the middle-aged man's face became even stronger.

"You are really... sad to have such a son."

"That's all about gossip, everyone," I raised my hand and crafted a magic rope with water-based energy. "You have been arrested for crimes against humanity, so you'd better go with me."

"Don't think about it!" Aleppo suddenly stood up and took out his pistol from his waist, "I can't..."

"I really want to kill you," I moved as he touched the gun holster. It can be seen that this young man named Aleppo was just an ordinary young man. Before he could raise his pistol, the gun in his hand was snatched by me.

To be honest, this is a bit bullying - dealing with a mortal with the dragon's vision, physical fitness and reaction speed. But I won't sympathize with this guy.

I held the pistol back and knocked it mercilessly. The cold butt stock had an intimate contact with Aleppo's head - the radical and unrepentant young man fainted, with a few wisps of blood flowing from his forehead.

"I want you damn bastards to go to the streets in person to see what you have done, and then consider whether to kill you-don't worry, you won't die too quickly, that's too cheap for you."

"Get up," I pointed my pistol at them, "Your ridiculous and hateful dream of uprising is shattered!"
Chapter completed!