People in American comics start abstracting from template capabilities

"I'm so stupid, really,"

Victor raised his lifeless eyes and muttered silently in his heart,

"I just know that when we were encircling Brad, we should drive him to this abandoned factory so that he could be silent and not alert other people;

But I didn’t know that anyone would come, even though I had started the deployment a week ago, spending my essence and blood to transform nearly a hundred low-level blood slaves to serve as cannon fodder and thugs.

Blood slaves are very obedient and listen to every word I say; it’s just that they have no wisdom and empty minds. They can only understand my simple commands, let alone complex commands such as using firearms and weapons. They are afraid that they will hit themselves, so I don’t They were not equipped with weapons,

I should have realized a long time ago that the person falling from the sky at this time would definitely not be a normal person, but could only be a freak or a "superhero". I was carried away and thought that I could successfully complete the task.

But I never wanted to end up in such a situation,

Am I going to die...

Link pinched the collar of Victor who was lying on the ground, lifted him up, and quickly walked to a wall.

One hand grabbed Victor's throat and pressed him against the wall.

The other hand pulled out a more convenient one from the pile of steel bars placed at an angle with rust-red traces on the surface.

"Puff——"

Raising the rusty red steel bar in his hand, Link stabbed straight into Victor's shoulder, nailing him to the wall.

The blood dyed his clothes red, Victor's face was full of pain, and he kept wailing and screaming,

Seeing Victor's ugly and embarrassed posture, Link felt calm and even wanted to laugh.

But the severe pain in my arm was not relieved.

Using the torn strips of cloth, Link simply bandaged himself, and at the same time checked the condition of his wounds.

Fortunately, it was just a scratch and the bullet was not left in the body. The worst case did not happen.

Of course, Link was bandaging himself while knocking down the blood slaves that kept coming.

Brad also played a small role. Although he had run out of ammunition and food,

But fortunately, he also carried two silver-plated daggers with him as close combat weapons in case of emergencies.

While Link was concocting Victor, he was also constantly fighting against the blood slaves, buying Link some time and relieving a lot of pressure.

After neatly wiping the neck of the last blood slave who was pressed to the ground, Brad quickly came to Link and asked:

"Link, are you okay?"

After waving his hand, Link didn't say anything, but stared straight at Victor, who was still wailing angrily.

Are you angry? then what?

Link is not quite sure about his current emotions. Perhaps after coming to this world and getting the template, his fear of death has gradually diminished, right?

Maybe before this, I had been living a little too smoothly for more than a month.

To be precise, Link has not integrated his state of mind into this world. He still has the mentality of "playing in the world".

Perhaps because of his familiarity with the plot of this world like a prophet, Link naturally seems to have a certain "arrogance" towards everything in this world.

Just like the player's attitude towards NPCs when playing games,

But as time goes by, this increasingly real world impresses Link more and more deeply.

Finally, today was the first time that Link was injured. Oh no, it was the first time that he felt that he was so close to the God of Death.

It turns out that reality is not a game, life is only once (at least now it is only once),

Link also clearly realized that no matter how powerful "Link" is in the template state, he is still "fake".

Only by integrating these powers into oneself, making oneself invulnerable, and truly powerful enough that everything can only tremble under one's feet, is the "path" one should take.

That kind of cynical mentality should probably be corrected, and I need to be more serious.

After sorting out his chaotic thoughts, Link raised his head and slowly walked towards Victor.

Victor saw Link walking towards him and quickly wanted to get up.

But the steel bar that penetrated his left shoulder and bound him was tearing at the healed wound and dragging on Victor's nerve endings.

“Ahhhhh——”

"Snapped--"

Suddenly, Link raised his hand sharply and slapped Victor hard.

"You are sick, you."

Feeling the burning pain on his face, Victor suppressed his anger and spoke humbly,

"No...no"

(_))

"Snapped--"

"What do you call me when you're not sick? You're the only one with the loudest voice, right?"

After being slapped again, Victor became completely angry.

Looking at Link's clenched iron fist and the expectant look in his eyes that desperately wanted him to resist, it seemed as if he would find an excuse to beat him to death as long as he made any move.

As well as Brad, whose eyes were full of sympathy behind him, Victor once again chose to endure.

good! In order to survive, I endure!

The swollen cheeks made Victor look so ridiculous,

Appreciating with satisfaction the artwork full of "symmetry aesthetics" created by myself,

Link said with a smile,

"Do you know why I hit you?"

"?"

"Snapped--"

Another slap in the face,

((_))

"Why don't you speak? You must be tough!"

"Snapped--"

"I……"

"Snapped--"

"You asked... uh..."

A heavy punch hit Victor directly in the stomach.

The power was transmitted to all parts of the internal organs, causing an overwhelming feeling.

Although the toughness of the vampire's internal organs is extraordinary, even under Link's deliberate control, Victor's internal organs could not stop being torn apart.

Victor couldn't help curling up like a cooked prawn, and at the same time he rolled his eyes, with snot and tears flowing from his nose.

"Very good. You are the most arrogant person I have ever seen. I like arrogant people the most."

"It is said that those who know the current affairs are heroes. It seems that you still don't understand this truth. I will use my own method to get you to speak..."

"Snapped--"

"boom--"

"Dong——"

…

An hour and a half later, Link sat aside panting, took the bottle of pure water handed over by Brad, and drank it.

Seeing Brad hesitating and wanting to say something, but not speaking,

Link spoke calmly,

"What's wrong?"

"Um...Link, are you really okay?"

"It's okay, I'm in good health!"

"I'm not talking about the body..."

"Oh! I think I'm in good spirits. Playing sandbags relieves stress. Do you want to try it?"

"No, not anymore."

Brad moved aside silently, only to see Victor, who had been tortured into a human shape, staring at him with complicated eyes.

(beneficial)

As if saying:

"We are all vampires, do you really want to watch me being beaten to death by this monster!?"

Perhaps because he understood what Victor meant, Brad's hesitant eyes became firm.

(_)

Then, under Victor's expectant gaze,

Brad actually closed his eyes!

Picking up the strips of cloth scattered on the ground, he wiped off the bloody dirt on his fists.

Link leaned down and spoke softly in Victor's ear,

"Actually, I didn't plan to ask you anything in the first place, because I don't care who you are, the organization behind you, what you want to do, and what you will do,"

"I just wanted to beat you up."

"But now, I've fought enough, you can rest in peace."

Hearing this, Victor struggled to raise the corner of his mouth into a smile, and closed his eyes peacefully with a smile on his face.

Because for him, it was the longest hour and a half he had ever experienced in his life.

Victor has never been so disgusted with his strong resilience as a vampire. Although he is in so much pain, he can still linger and breathe, unable to get real relief.

Now, I can finally be free...

"Click-puff-puff-puff"

Link stretched out his hand and broke Victor's neck. At the same time, he also pulled out a steel bar and repeatedly pierced the heart of his chest until he was completely smashed.

After all, vampires have to be careful about their powerful regeneration ability.

In order to ensure that Victor can never be "resurrected" again,

Link looked back at Brad and asked,

"Do you have a light?"

Brad, whose face was full of shock, had not yet walked out of the "Bloody Butcher's Little Theater" when he was asked by Link and hurriedly spoke,

"Ah? Yes, yes."

Handing out a silver-white metal lighter engraved with a rose pattern,

Taking the lighter, Link looked around and found a few barrels of oil stacked in the corner. There were not many oil barrels left.

Brad also wisely dragged the corpses of blood slaves scattered around and piled them together.

After finishing everything, Link raised the lighter in his hand.

Turning the hood with your fingers, the gear rotates, sparks are produced due to friction, and the cotton wick is ignited.

"Ding--"

He threw the lit metal lighter in his hand towards the "hill" of corpses. The bright flame touched the combustibles and spread quickly.

And Link left here without looking back.

Behind him, Brad, who was still staring blankly at the fire, quickly followed.

"Hey! Link, wait for me..."

In the silent night sky, there were only abandoned factories that gradually lit up with orange light, and a black bat that quietly passed by...