He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

In the blink of an eye, Blade Runner emptied his magazine.

Without even looking, he rolled over and hid in the bench, a series of bullets landing on the spot, leaving a bullet hole.

They turned their guns around, only to see the bench being kicked over by the Blade Runner.

"boom!"

The bench hit him and shattered with a crash.

The Blade Warrior seized the opportunity to close in, unleashing both blades in a merciless slash.

"Puff puff……"

With a flash of light, the vampire was slashed open, his blood splattering as he turned to ashes.

In five breaths, all fifteen vampires were wiped out.

The Blademaster sheathed his sword and stood proudly.

"Let's go to the next place."

Leaving behind a casual remark, Blade prepared to depart.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out behind me.

Blademaster paused slightly, blood flowing from his brain.

The next second, he drew his sword and slashed back.

"call out!"

The blade pierced the man's body without mercy.

But the man was not harmed at all.

He smiled slightly at the Blade Warrior, and his body transformed into a swarm of bats that enveloped him.

The Blademaster swung his blade wildly.

But if you miss one, it will split into many more and smaller bats.

There are too many bats.

Even with Blademaster swinging his blade with all his might, he couldn't block them all, and some managed to slip through.

then……

"puff!"

The bat bit into the Blademaster's neck, sucking his blood.

Blade was in pain and flung it away, but more bats took the opportunity to swarm up and suck its blood.

"Blade Runner, you're a vampire too, why are you helping humans and killing your own kind?" Dickon's voice echoed in Blade Runner's mind.

Blade was stunned for a moment, then lunged at the candlestick.

Clang!

The candlestick overturned, and the candle flame spread, burning the entire body.

Deacon had no choice but to fly away and gather into human form in the distance.

But once you start a fire, it's not so easy to extinguish it.

Blade Runner was engulfed in flames, groaning in pain as he rolled on the ground.

"Blade Runner..."

Dickon chuckled and said, "Want me to save you?"

“I also dislike those old-fashioned and conservative people in the Empire. They’re dead, so be it. But you, you inherited all the advantages of vampires without any flaws. You’re practically perfect. Someone like you is qualified to join forces with me.”

"Even if I die, I will kill you all!"

Blade Runner screamed in agony before falling unconscious.

The flames were still burning.

It only gradually goes out after the body fat has been burned away and turned into charcoal.

"act recklessly."

Dickon couldn't help but sneer, waved his hand, and said, "Take him away and use him as the final sacrifice."

Several vampires ran out from backstage, ready to take Blade away.

Suddenly, an inexplicable pressure surged up.

The group instinctively stopped what they were doing and looked toward the source of the pressure—the gate, where a tall man in an old-fashioned military uniform and cap was standing.

Chapter 158 Vampires and Werewolves

Deacon frowned as he looked at the man.

The man neither showed a fierce expression nor made any move to attack. He simply stood there, staring indifferently at the altar inside, and he felt an uneasy pressure.

It's like encountering a natural enemy.

But... natural enemies?

ridiculous.

We are the kings of the night, a race even more noble than humanity, the current rulers of Earth. What could possibly be our natural enemy?

It must be the pressure from the perspective.

This church is like an opera house; from the entrance to the inside, there are steps that descend from a high place until the bottom level is parallel to the pulpit.

The terrain forced those inside to look up to see those outside, and the man's tall stature combined with the backdrop of lightning and thunder in the night sky created immense pressure on them.

Thinking of this, Dickon felt a sense of relief and could no longer feel the pressure of what he called his natural enemy.

Sure enough, it was just a delusion I had been having.

"Ha ha……"

He chuckled softly, then looked up at the man, his laughter growing louder. "Didn't your mother tell you not to wander around at night?"

Upon hearing this, the man's eyes flickered, glancing at Deacon.

Sensing the gaze, Dickon felt that immense pressure of being watched by his natural enemy once again, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

He frowned and shifted his neck uncomfortably.

Then, she looked at the man with displeasure, "You've stumbled upon someone's secret, so you can't just pretend nothing happened. But I can also give you a chance to live. What's your name?"

The man stared at him in silence.

Just as Deacon felt offended and slighted, the man pulled out a military officer's ID card with his photo and name on it.

Although it was night and the candlelight inside the church was dim, Dickon could still see clearly.

Name: Bell Bruf

Unit: HELLSING (The Last Battalion)

Military rank: Captain

"The last battalion, the captain?"

Dickon looked puzzled. "Are you really a soldier?"

After asking the question, he nonchalantly changed the subject, saying, "Never mind, it doesn't matter anymore. Seeing how tall you are, you'd be even stronger as a vampire. Would you like to become my descendant?"

After saying that, as if worried he wouldn't understand, she immediately added, "It's vampire. Although I don't like that term, it's the most widely used word among humans. You should understand, right?"

Bruff shook his head slightly, his face expressionless.

"it's a pity."

Dickon turned around and said regretfully, "Kill him."

After giving the order, he didn't even look at the result, and walked inside.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Three gunshots rang out in succession, followed by the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Dickon was startled and turned around abruptly.

His three men all had their heads blown off and fell to the ground.

Bruf remained standing at the door with a blank expression.

However, he was holding a modified Mauser pistol in his hand, with hot smoke billowing from the muzzle of the barrel, which was about a meter long.

Dickon stared at all in astonishment, and it took him a long time to come to his senses before he smiled and said, "It seems you're from the special forces that the human government has set up to deal with vampires like us."

Although these three henchmen were just ordinary vampires, they were still superior to ordinary humans in terms of physical fitness and reflexes, making it impossible for them to be shot before they could even draw their guns.

Moreover, a headshot...

This kind of large-caliber handgun, capable of blowing a vampire's head off like a watermelon, is simply not something a human could use.

This guy is not human.

Thinking of this, Dickon became excited.

He wanted to demonstrate the power of the vampires to humanity, to tell them that the true king of Earth was about to descend.

"go to hell!"

Dickon suddenly drew his gun, ready to attack.

Before his hand could even touch the gun handle, Bruf fired a shot.

"puff!"

His entire wrist was severed by the bullet, and his abdomen was also pierced, leaving a hole the size of a bowl. His body was also thrown away by the force of the bullet.

What the hell is that gun?!