With the sound of long live, the forwards composed of vampire hunters were like they encountered a scorching knife tip of butter. One vampires after another were easily killed by them, leaving only white blood splashing everywhere and a headless corpse.

Naivara pulled the trigger hard, and her gun made a deafening roar. The smell of saltpeter and sulfur burning surged into her nose with the white mist sprayed from the muzzle. A vampire not far away suddenly exploded like a watermelon. The body also fell down in the bloody rain.

"It's really bloody, or the elf's bow and arrow are more elegant," Naivara muttered in a low voice, as if complaining about her big-caliber pistol, but the smile on her face had completely betrayed her.

Two more gunshots were heard, and the two sprinting vampires fell down. Naivara smiled even brighter. She cooperated with her squad and began to push forward continuously.

Compared with Naivala, who seemed extremely bloody, Karen's rules were much more elegant - he floated under the influence of the wind, and a purple light suddenly lit up behind him, and the crackling sound of static electricity began to sound in the air.

"Try this, you damn things!"

Two lightning chains as thick as someone's wrists came out from the palms of his hands. These violent thunders filled with a breath of destruction hit the two vampires without mercy, almost immediately turning them into burnt corpses.

The vampire who turned into a scorched corpse flew backwards while acting as a medium for lightning chains to spread. The two thunders quickly selected new victims, ejected and hit two other unlucky people, and then ejected again.

When the power contained in thunder was completely wiped out by the flesh and blood body and the two thunder pillars dissipated from the air, there were already eleven of the burnt corpses of vampires lying down on the ground.

Karen smiled with satisfaction, his forehead began to sweat, and he became a little breathing - for him, such a thunder rune technique was quite burdened.

So he stood there and began to rest. His former colleague rushed past him, and the sounds of gunfire, roar and the sounds of various rune arts were mixed together, making people unable to tell which sound was which sound. What the naked eye could see was the vampire who was constantly retreating, the colorful rune arts and the white smoke that appeared with the gunfire.

But these are not as dazzling as the vampire hunters on the front line. They hold various melee weapons and only have simple light armor, flying up and down the vampires like butterflies, bringing them deadly death.

Karen saw a young man under fifteen years old with an excited smile on his face, and he quickly crossed the middle of the two vampires. The two daggers in his hand seemed to have their own lives. The moment the boy stepped through the gap between the vampire, one of the daggers had pierced into the heart of the vampire on the left, while the other daggers cut off its head.

The boy then pulled out the dagger that pierced into his heart, and the white blood spurted him all over, but he didn't care at all. He used the movement of twisting his body and adjusting his posture to throw out the dagger that had just been drawn.

His wrist was quite powerful—the dagger was spinning in the air, and quickly pierced into the head of the vampire on his right, and nailed it to the wall.

All this happened in less than three seconds. Karen watched intoxicatedly. When the boy stood up again, the two vampires who had originally planned to surround him had turned into two corpses.

The boy looked as usual, and slowly walked to the crucified vampire, and then took out his dagger with force.

He now knows what Saren is saying - compared to these vampire hunters who are as elegant as artists, the soldiers of the Rune Division are more like a group of reckless men with great strength. They are indeed far from hunting vampires.

He refocused his eyes on Saren, a warrior known as the legendary vampire hunter. Compared with the Davis family hunter who likes to use flexible short weapons, Saren obviously prefers his broken steel.

To be honest, this was a bit bullying, Karen thought. Without any weapon or the body of a vampire could withstand the blow of broken steel, Saren flexibly flicked and moved around the vampire, leaving corpses after corpses on the way he was marching.

He didn't even use rune art, and Karen thought a little ridiculously. As time went by, he could no longer believe how strong Saren's current attainment in rune art was, and whether there was anyone who could force him to use rune art.

When he thought of this, he suddenly laughed at his stupid thought. Except for Strad and his demon generals, others probably did not have the ability.

So he cast pity on the vampires who were being slaughtered. Saren, the human-shaped dragon, began to rush around the group of vampires. He picked up a long vampire sword on the ground and waved it with the broken steel he held.

"God of Father is above," a nice and surprised voice sounded on his left. Karen turned his head and looked at him. At some point, Naivara came to him, looking at Saren, who was raging like a storm with a look of surprise.

"It's hard to imagine that Captain Salon has such a strong power," she covered her mouth and stared at the battlefield without blinking. "I thought he was only a little better than Captain Talos."

"Of course it's not the case," Karen looked at her and thought to himself, "If Saren becomes a dragon, I'm afraid Commander Talos will be slapped into a meat paste by him."

"Yes," I thought so, of course Karen could not say that. He had a good impression of Naivara and his relationship with each other. "It was only after I met him again that I began to really understand this man."

"So, are you his student now?"

"Student..." Karen was stunned at first, then smiled and shook his head, "No, I'm not. Saren only has one student now, and that guy is a blue dragon."

"The Father is above, and it is actually a giant dragon!"

"Yes, and it's a very talkative dragon."

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The battle lasted less than half an hour. When the leading marquis was cut off from his head by Saren's three swords, the headless corpse flew out and sprinkled white blood, the remaining vampires no longer had the will to fight and resist.

There was a pungent smell of ammonia in the air, and Karen frowned. Although Saren had mentioned this smell more than once, when the smell really came, he still felt the desire to vomit in his heart.

After a brief rest for a while, the discomfort in his nose and abdomen subsided a lot. Now he can finally take a closer look at the situation in the sewer.

There are headless corpses everywhere, and most of the incisions on their necks carry burnt marks. Among these headless corpses, a small number of them have a blood hole in their eyebrows to avoid the lucky ones who are head-to-head. The sticky white blood is splattering everywhere, and the walls and ceiling are covered with slanted and elongated white blood, which looks like a strange painting drawn by some artist. The ground is even covered with a thick layer of white blood.

Many people were walking on this kind of ground with frowns. The soles of their boots made an intimate contact with the white blood, making a sticky and disgusting squeak.

Just watching from the side, Karen felt extremely disgusting. The vomiting that had just been suppressed seemed to be a sign of a comeback. He looked at the long white silk pulled up from the soles of those people's boots, forcing himself not to think about it in a worse place.

He decided to put his eyes and attention back to his dearest comrade-in-arms and mentor, storyteller, ordinary innkeeper, Saren Novis, and only then could he temporarily forget the thick white blood and corpses.

Saren was currently staying with the vampire hunters from the Davis family, and the leader was the old Davis. Each of them was sweating profusely, and the sweat flowed out through the gaps of the armor, and soon gathered under them into a small beach of lakes.

They seemed to have found a clean place, and Karen thought a little enviously. After the battle, who wouldn't want to sit down and rest for a while? Unfortunately, the white blood on the ground helped him get rid of this idea.

He looked at the other rune soldiers leaning against the wall and gasping for breath. Like him, they looked at the group of laughing vampire hunters with envy in their eyes, but no one felt dissatisfied or angry.

The vampire hunters' performance has conquered them. At least half of the corpses on the ground are dead at their hands, and many of the remaining half are related to them.

Correspondingly, they are also the group of people who have consumed the most physical strength. They use pistols to fire and release runes, but they cannot compare to wielding melee weapons. Such a group of people deserve the right to sit and rest.

Karen looked at Saren and laughing with the vampire hunters, hesitating whether he should go over and join them.

But he was too late, Saren stood up with a smile and inserted the broken steel back into his scabbard. The red hair in front of his forehead was soaked in sweat, cluttering against his skin.

He walked towards the direction where the rune division soldiers gathered, and smiled at Karen and Naivara on the way, and then quickly walked to Talos.

Karen hurried over, he didn't want to miss the conversation between them.

"Do you remember the training of anti-vampire instructors? I went to the barracks for this, Talos," Saren smiled and spoke first, "but now is a good opportunity."

"I changed my mind," he said to Talos. "I hope that these guys who have fought with vampires will become instructors, especially the recruits in the division are so bad - and this is obviously your problem."

Talos smiled bitterly when he heard this. His teacher was still the same as before, without any mercy. "Yes, teacher," he owed respectfully, "The student knew he was wrong."

Then he laughed again, "You have a good idea," he said sincerely, "these guys will become excellent vampire hunters, after all, many of them have been trained by you."

"But I think, instead of letting me announce this, you tell them yourself, maybe it will be better."

"It looks like your elm head is open," Saren looked at Talos in surprise. "You have hated this method of using reputation to boost morale the most in the past."

"People always grow, teacher." Talos's old face turned red with a rare glance, "I'll gather the troops for you now."

Then he turned around and blew the assembly whistle with great force regardless of his red face, "All rune soldiers, gather!"

The rune masters who were resting immediately straightened their backs like conditioned reflexes, and then quickly formed three columns in front of Talos.

"Former Salon leader, my teacher, has something to say. Take a break."

"Teng."

Everyone stepped on their left foot at the same time and changed to a position that was slightly more comfortable than standing attentively.

"Very good," Saren nodded, "You guys are now mailing the past."

He glanced around the rune division soldiers who looked at him with admiration and grinned, "I have never liked to make things too serious and complicated, so let me put it simply - Your Majesty promised me to form a permanent anti-vampire unit in every city in the empire."

“Like the Republic of Strand?”

"Yes, like that," Saren glanced at Karen who suddenly made a sound, "You have to be glad you've retired, Karen, or I'll beat your mouth to a swelling sausage, letting you know what the consequences will be for casual interjection."

Karen smiled and closed his mouth, Saren glared at him, and continued, "The troops like this need instructors, but I will not let vampire hunters take this position because they are a valuable resource in the fight against vampires, and I will not waste them in the rear."

"But," he glanced around again, "I can let them cultivate a group of instructors, well, I believe many people have guessed it-the group of instructors I hope is you."

"Things are that simple. I only need for forty people, so follow the principle of voluntary action. Who is willing to join this action?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sixty soldiers of the Rune Division present raised their hands, and no one had hesitation for even a second.

"Hmm?" Saren widened his eyes, "I don't plan to coerce you, so there is no need to raise your hand if you don't want to go."

No one put his hands down, Saren looked at them quietly and waited for a while.

"Okay, okay," he said with a smile, "You win, I think it's not a bad thing to have twenty more instructors."

Everyone showed excited expressions on their faces, and many people clenched their fists even more excitedly.

Saren twisted his neck, "Say goodbye to your barracks life. What you will have to experience in a completely different life during the next period."

"My graduation standard is simple, old Davis," he looked at the smiling patriarch of the Davis family and stretched out a finger, "When they can kill an earl by themselves, they will graduate."

"Leave it to me," Old Davis walked over with a smile, "I will turn them into qualified vampire hunters, rather than reckless men who only use spells and gunpowder."

"Tailles with your people."

"Where are you going, teacher?"

"Go back to the hotel," Saren waved to Karen, "My friends can't wait to hear my next story."
Chapter completed!