Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

In the ancient Eastern Daqing, there is an old saying, "You can hide from the first day of the lunar month, but you cannot hide from the fifteenth day."

In fact, this is exactly the case.

The Order of the Cross of Dawn, once the largest and most prestigious witcher sect in the West, is almost at the end of its rope.

In this dusk when the sun is about to completely disappear, the demon hunter cavalry that once numbered dozens of people now only has 7 or 8 knights left.

These remaining demon hunter knights were firmly guarding a carriage in the middle of their team, racing rapidly on the forest path.

"Damn witcher, no one can escape!"

"Attack! Attack them quickly!"

Not far behind these demon hunter teams, nearly 50 blood slave knights wearing cowboy hats and dull expressions were chasing after them, led by two young half-vampires with bloody eyes.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

Under the urging of the two half-vampires in the lead, these teams under the protection of the supernatural species raised the revolvers on their waists from time to time and fired at the team of demon hunters they were chasing.

However, probably due to the mental torture and numbness after becoming a blood slave, none of these seemingly overwhelming shots actually hit the wolf-hunting demon hunters.

Countless bullets either hit both sides of the forest path, throwing up a cloud of smoke, or hit the obviously thickened carriage of the carriage, knocking away some wood chips, but it was of no use.

"Arthur, we can't just take a beating without fighting back!"

The demon hunter leader Dutch van der Linde, who was lying on his back and riding on horseback, raised the holy salt revolver with great difficulty, shot back twice sideways, and successfully knocked down a pursuing blood slave knight, and then

He shouted an order to his younger brother Arthur Morgan behind him.

"Use Holy Silver Bomb!"

With his violent activities, when he led everyone to break through the ambush of those vampire bastards, blood oozed out from the bandage of the gunshot wound on his right arm again.

"Yes, boss!"

The glistening sweat pressed the curly hair tightly to Arthur's forehead. He also turned around and shot back twice with the holy salt revolver, and then took out a small silver ball the size of a baby's fist from his arms with distress.

, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and then he threw it backwards with force.

"boom!"

With the characteristic loud noise of an explosion, this small ball instantly exploded into a ball of silver powder mist covering a dozen feet in radius.

"Stop! Stop it!"

The two half-vampire young men who were chasing after them changed their expressions drastically when they saw the silver powder.

But the order to stop was given too late. At least seventeen and eight blood slave knights had no time to stop their galloping horses and plunged directly into the silver powder mist. Then in an instant, their bodies melted like candles.

Melted into a putrid and black liquid.

Although blood slaves are like half-vampires, they are not afraid of the sun on the outside, but the blood poison they have ingested for a long time when "donating blood" makes them extremely afraid of silver objects entering the body.

This kind of holy silver powder mist bomb soaked in holy water is simply their natural nemesis.

In just an instant, the holy silver powder mist caused the numb blood slave knights to lose a third of their manpower. As for the horses, after losing control of their masters, they ran around in panic, disrupting the entire pursuit.

The rhythm of the team.

"Shet! How many sacred things do they still have!"

Among the two half-vampires leading the pursuit, the young half-vampire from the Braithwaite family on the left said with a ferocious expression.

Most of these lost blood slaves were the "property" of the Braithwaite family.

In this era of declining elemental tides, they are reluctant to use their truly extraordinary power and have lost the power to do whatever they wanted in the past. As long as there are enough humans armed with guns, they can beat these "half-bloods" to death in groups.

These "slaves" who were looked down upon in the past are becoming more and more precious in the current era.

"Mowenke, don't be angry."

Probably because the dead "property" did not belong to their Gray family, Kevin, another young half-blood, quickly calmed down after calming down his frightened expression.

He first used his eyes to signal the blood slave riders beside him to form a team of more than a dozen people, bypass the holy silver powder mist in front of him, and continue to keep up with the remaining demon hunters who were fleeing. Then he looked at the angry and competing demon hunters beside him.

Said the "companion" of the rival family.

"According to the orders of our fathers, isn't our mission to consume as much of the sacred items reserves of these demon-hunting bastards as possible before night falls?"

"So many people died before they took out a holy silver bomb to attack us."

"It can be seen that they are almost at the end of their rope!"

There was a hint of relaxation in the voice of half-vampire Kevin. After all, when he was young, he always heard stories about various demon hunters killing vampires from his elders. After experiencing these days of hunting and killing himself, he had no idea about demon hunting.

There is no doubt that people have a better understanding of how powerful they are and how restrained they are to their own race.

In the absence of real blood clan elders, if the number of blood slaves who could ignore most of the demon hunters' methods was not protected by their own family, it might not be them hunting down the demon hunters at all, but the other way around.

After hearing Kevin's words, probably because he didn't want to lose face in front of his competitors, Mo Wenke suppressed his shock and anger after losing his "property" in an instant, and looked up at the sunset that was about to sink completely into the horizon.

"The sun is almost setting."

"We can just follow them from a distance."

In these days of pursuit, the number of blood slaves following them dropped from more than 200 at the peak to more than 30 now. The tenacious counterattack of this once largest demon hunter sect in the western region really shocked the two young half-vampires.

Feeling flustered.

For their lives, the glory and wealth of ruling Rhodes Town has not yet begun, and they do not want to meet their ancestor Cain so early.

"Leave the remaining demon hunters to the elders of the night!"

His words made Kevin on the other side nod in agreement. After all, night is when their vampire race is the most powerful and active.

However, life is like a box of colorful fruit candies, you never know what color the next one will be.

Just when the two young half-vampires were trying to slow down and "fish", survive the last moments of hunting down the Witcher Order during the day, and put the blame on their elders who were really vampires.

"Whoosh!" After several low sounds of "Whoosh!"

Several long "short wooden sticks" with thick smoke coming from their heads were thrown out of the woods next to them, and fell just under the horses of the blood slave riders surrounding the two vampires.

For a moment, a sense of crisis that was far stronger than the holy silver bombs thrown by the demon hunters just now filled the hearts of the two half-vampires.

"Flash..."

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Before the two half-vampires could finish giving the order, the "short wooden sticks" exploded suddenly.

The huge impact accompanied by the bursting fire directly blew the nearest horses three to four meters high, followed closely by the silver projectiles that sputtered out from the fire.

, and even completely covered this section of the forest trail.

The seemingly strong team that was surrounded by two half-vampires a moment ago was on the verge of collapse in an instant.

Although only a few of the blood slaves who were directly killed by the explosion were at the core of the explosion, almost all the rest were silver projectiles that were shot into the body, triggering the poison of the blood clan and melting into pools of black water.

Only the two half-vampires who seemed to have been specially "taken care of" did not suffer any serious injuries to their vital parts, but they both fell next to the horse's corpse with their hands and feet broken.

"General President, your lightning throwing skills are so good!"

"These wooden handle grenades from the Second Military Factory are extremely powerful!"

Kevin of the Gray family has completely fallen into a coma after losing too much blood. Only Mowenke of the Braithwaite family is left. In a semi-conscious state, he vaguely heard something that he couldn't understand at all. What it might be.

Indian languages ​​in remote corners.

"Comrades, ignore those blood slaves and bring these two most gorgeously dressed ones back to the camp..."