Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

As if they were about to witness the destruction of an extraordinary group with a long history, the brilliance of the silver moon in the sky seemed to reveal a hint of coldness.

The still-strong campfire in front of the carriage in the camp, although it was shining on the remaining demon hunters as usual, could no longer bring them any warmth.

Whether it was Dutch, the leader of the witchers, Hosea, who was being helped up by him and sitting by the campfire, or the two big demon hunters next to Dutch, who still had relatively good combat power, they all just felt that at this moment

My heart feels cold.

"However, I have to admit it."

"The stubbornness of you demon-hunting bastards is beyond our imagination."

"This guy was tortured by us for at least half an hour. Not only did he not reveal your location, he also tried to mislead us."

The two Braithwaite vampires who suddenly appeared stood just outside the boundary of the "Holy Blood Realm" of the bright inscription circle. One of them looked at him and was thrown in front of the campfire, with a rag bandage wrapped around his mouth.

The man, whose chest and neck were covered with bloodstains from special torture, said viciously.

"If it weren't for those idiots in the Gray family, we could sense the breath of death."

"It's really possible for our noble Braithwaite family immortals to escape from you bastards!"

It can be seen that these two vampires of the Braithwaite family are far more cautious than their counterparts in the Gray family. While they say harsh words, they are extremely careful and pay attention to every move of the witcher.

They can't help but be careless!

Six real vampires who ruled the two baron-level vampire families in Rhodes Town had been slaughtered by this group of demon hunters.

Cain on top!

You know, if you don't count the elders who have fallen into a deep sleep due to the decline of the elemental tide.

There are only 13 pure vampires in the two vampire families who are apparently in power. Nearly half of them have been killed by this group of demon hunters. Their current extremely cautious behavior is understandable.

"oh?"

"Then why don't these two noble vampires step forward and kill us?"

The leader of the demon hunters, Dutch, took a few steps forward without fear. The familiar stubbornness and unruliness on his face made the tuxedo vampires who were chasing him subconsciously take a few steps back.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the two vampires retreating, it seemed as if their lustful skin was suddenly pierced. Elder Hosea and the other two demon hunters who took out the holy salt gun and prepared to defend themselves by the campfire all smiled mockingly.

Got up.

"Those Gray family vampires at least dare to fight against us!"

"And you Braithwaite bugs are despicable and cowardly."

"If you're scared, go back to the coffin in Rhodes Town. It's best never to come out!"

Dutch looked with disdain at the vampire who had caused them great panic just now. He calmly stepped forward and untied the hemp rope from Arthur's body, and dragged the scarred brother to sit behind the campfire.

In this series of actions, he was even bold enough to show his back to the vampire defenselessly several times.

But it was probably the previous horrific achievements of this group of demon hunters that had really "scared" the two Braithwaite vampires.

Even though their morale had fallen to the ground, their faces became paler after being ridiculed, and their expressions became more vicious, they had no intention of breaking into the "Holy Blood Realm" and forcibly killing these demon hunters.

The two vampires just stood viciously outside the light inscription circle, continuing to stare at the demon hunters with their scarlet eyes.

As time passes by minute by minute.

Among the two sides confronting each other, the ones whose expressions were getting worse and worse were those of the demon hunters.

In this home of vampires in the night, once they step out of the inscription circle, they can't stop the two normal vampires from killing each other. If they don't step out of the inscription circle, the two vampires in front of them will look like they are waiting for reinforcements.

As the saying goes, if you leave, you will die, if you don't leave, you will die.

The demon hunters who had figured this out simply ignored the two "cowardly" vampires opposite them. After preparing their respective weapons, under the leadership of Elder Hosea, they made the final sacrifice of the Protestant Methodist and Dawn Cross Orders.

of prayer.

"Tap!" "Tap!" "Tap!"

Finally, groups of black shadows interspersed in the forest at night, followed by the sound of horse hooves approaching from far away, appearing around the camp.

"Our servant cavalry have finally arrived!"

"My dear witcher bastards!"

"Meet your death!"

Seeing the arrival of the reinforcements, the two Braithwaite vampires regained their arrogance as when they first appeared, as if on steroids. They even used the precious extraordinary blood energy in the blood core of their hearts to forcibly amplify their voices.

"Shoot quickly!"

"Kill them!"

The decline of the elemental tide prevents them from releasing long-range blood energy spells in the family. Those books record long-range blood energy spells, but the weapons in the hands of their servants are not restricted by the elemental tide.

Listening to the sound of the hooves of at least thirty reinforcement horses, the two Braithwaite vampires had already imagined in their minds that the demon hunters in front of them were shot into sieve holes.

"Poof!" "Poof!" A blood-restricted scene.

It was probably the last counterattack and struggle. The moment the demon hunters heard the sound of horse hooves, they poured all the guns filled with holy salt into the bodies of the two vampires in front of them.

Then, of course, the vampires whose extraordinary abilities were not restricted were avoided one by one.

"Holy Lord! May your glory shine on mankind forever."

"May the darkness..."

Seeing that the attacks of himself and his companions were ineffective, Elder Hosea, the eldest among the demon hunters, simply dropped the gun in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and silently praised the Holy Lord of faith.

Waiting for death to come.

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

Almost like firecrackers, the continuous sound of gunfire rang in the ears of the demon hunters.

"Damn it! Who are you?"

"You are not our servants, I will kill you!"

This is probably the ultimate path!

Suddenly, with the exclamations of the two vampires, Elder Hosea once again opened his eyes, which were closed and waiting for death.

I saw two vampires who were extremely arrogant just now. Their bodies were covered with bloody holes after being shot. White smoke was rising from those blood holes. This meant that after being attacked by pure silver bullets, the vampires' bodies could no longer survive within a short period of time.

Significant characteristics of speeding recovery.

I don't know if it's intentional or not.

These attacks did not directly hit the heads and hearts of these two real vampires, and it was precisely because of this that they seemed to have room to counterattack.

I saw blood visible to the human eye emerging from the bodies of the two vampires. Although the damage caused by the silver bullets was huge, for pure vampires like them, after all, it was not the kind used by demon hunters that had been soaked in holy water and passed through the holy water.

A holy salt bullet created through a power ritual that will kill you if you rub it, or hurt you if you touch it.

As long as they are willing to pay a huge price, they seem to be able to quickly regain some mobility.

However, this is a battlefield, and these enemies that suddenly appear in front of the vampires will not give them time to truly recover.

They recover quickly, but some people are faster than them!

Elder Hosea and other demon hunters only saw a young man wearing a strange gray uniform with stand-up lapels and four patch pockets. He suddenly jumped up from the horse that sprang out of the forest, holding a silver dagger in his hand.

It turned into a brute thunderbolt, and in the blink of an eye, it charged in front of the two vampires who were temporarily unable to move, and brutally chopped off the limbs of the two vampires.

Then, from the left chest pocket, he took out two "yellow talismans" that were suspected to be from the Eastern supernatural world, and stuck them on the foreheads of the two vampires who had become human sticks, immobilizing them.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning.

Until a group of soldiers carrying long guns walked out from behind the young man in gray uniform, tied the two "human sticks" with silver wire, and dragged them to a horse tied to both sides.

Elder He Xia discovered that the seemingly capable team in front of him were all yellow people.

"Thank you for your help, Your Excellency!"

In the end, it was Elder Hosea who reacted first, stopped Da Qi who was about to speak, and walked up to the young man himself.

Because of his rich mystical knowledge, he is the only person in the Dawn Cross Order who knows some Eastern Daqing language.

"It's really strange that as a white person, you don't discriminate against yellow people!"

After the young man heard He Xia's Daqing words, he turned around and looked at the old man in front of him carefully, and said calmly.

At this time, Hosea seemed to feel some strange spiritual power sweeping around him, which made him feel grateful for his caution in his heart.

Then, I heard the young man continue to speak.

"So, everyone from the Dawn Cross Order."

"If you don't mind, you are welcome to go to my camp and take a rest."

"Especially the guy over there leaning against the carriage, his injuries are quite serious!"

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