Pokémon Invasion Marvel

After Emerson's reminder, Amelia also discovered the same problem.

In fact, she thought more than Emerson.

Even if they don't have the same ancestor, they are still the same race after all. Amelia knows very well that this is a trap.

If blood is in an appropriate amount, it can still be defined as food.

But a large amount of blood is like heroin to vampires, enough to make them completely psychedelic.

For the Vampires who have been looking forward to the blood feast for a long time, such a look is absolutely abnormal, and it can only make sense if it is a trap to ambush someone.

"This is a trap. I think it may be prepared for day walkers."

While thinking about it, Amelia came to her own conclusion.

Emerson's action was completely impromptu. Not to mention that the vampires got the news in advance, even she only knew not long ago that the target of the trap could not be their group.

Excluding his own group, the Blade Warrior who was stopped by Natasha just now is undoubtedly the best candidate.

As the target of countless vampires who want to tear him alive, it is reasonable to organize an ambush that looks like a blood feast.

"Wait a minute and see what they are preparing."

Emerson felt that there was still barely enough time, so he decided to wait a little before taking action, at least until the vampire in charge came out.

As for waiting until the end of the matter to take action, that is absolutely impossible.

If this were normal times, Emerson would still be interested, but the Candlelight Spirit far away in the elf center would be waiting, and he wouldn't have much time to waste.

While Emerson and Amelia continued to disguise themselves, the blades they thought were the targets of the ambush had all been arranged and were heading towards the hall.

At this time, the Blade Warrior was fully armed, holding a modified old-fashioned rifle in his hand, and around his waist was a sharp silver cone with a cold glow.

An ammunition belt filled with silver bullets was slung across his body on his solid body, and behind his back was a long, slender knife with a black handle.

Although the material of the blade cannot be seen due to the obstruction of some scabbards, due to the identity and purpose of the blade, it is not difficult to guess that this should also be a silver long knife.

The silent blade held a gun in one hand and a silver awl in the other.

A body as strong as a cheetah sprang out in an instant. When he stood firm again, the two vampires patrolling in front had turned into ashes and scattered.

Blade, who was about to take action, would naturally no longer hide as before. He was already about to start his killing spree.

Just when Dao Feng felt free and unrestrained, little did he know that his behavior had long been noticed by the owner of this place.

Dickon Faith used the miniature camera that had been arranged long ago to capture the entire process of the blade attacking his men.

"It seems that our friend has arrived, let us also welcome him."

Dickon Faith chuckled, as if he didn't see the death of his men.

His blood feast today was prepared for the blade. Now that the real owner has arrived, naturally he, the host, can no longer hide behind the scenes.

With the departure of Dickon Firth, the hall where Emerson is located has undergone astonishing changes.

All the shower heads next to the lanterns slowly began to rotate, and drops of blood began to fall.

As the shower head rotated faster and faster, the blood was like a downpour, evenly covering every corner of the hall.

"It's not pure human blood, it's mixed with water."

As soon as the blood fell, Emerson and Amelia ducked under the entrance of the gate. Looking at the hall that had turned into blood, his nose trembled slightly and he said.

Although the fallen blood was no different from human blood no matter how you looked at it, under Emerson's sensitive sense of smell, it couldn't be hidden from him at all.

"Mixed with water?"

Amelia suddenly turned back and looked at Emerson in disbelief.

This was the first time in her hundreds of years of life that she heard that someone was adding water to vampire blood!

This is simply an even worse thing than adding water to an alcoholic’s wine!

"Look at those vampires who are swallowing big mouths, their expressions are a little fake."

Emerson tilted his head slightly and asked Amelia to carefully observe the vampires who were in a carnival. As for the humans among them, there was no need to observe them.

Except for the survivors who fell on the ground and were teased as mice, everyone else had been treated as desserts and had their blood sucked out by powerful vampires.

"It's really like that!"

"The number of people is wrong. There are only a small number of people here. Before us, there were more than just this many people."

Amelia has been secretly counting the number of people here, so she is very sure.

"coming!"

Emerson was about to respond to Amelia's words when his ears suddenly moved, alerting Amelia who was waiting for his reply.

As Emerson's words fell, the wall on one side of the hall suddenly shattered, and a figure fell from it into the crowd of people in the hall.

Emerson clearly saw that the person rolling down among the crowd was the guard responsible for the door they were leaning against.

Then suddenly, all the colored lights in the hall suddenly turned into white light.

The swaying bodies in the hall froze in an instant, and they all turned their attention to the guard who fell on the ground.

Before anyone could make a move, a ray of silver light flashed away, and the guard in the crowd wailed and turned into ashes!

The heavily armed Blade Warrior, with a cold and murderous expression on his face, jumped in through the big hole with his rifle in both hands.

Blade was not in the habit of talking nonsense, so he pulled the trigger on the stunned vampire closest to him without saying a word.

Boom, with the dull sound of the rifle, the vampires who gathered closest to him fell to his gun and turned into ashes.

"Why did you let this guy sneak in?"

Emerson looked helplessly at this guy who was killing everyone on the field, and stood up to enter the field.

If he doesn't show up, how many vampires will die? These are precious resources!

However, Emerson was not the fastest to appear. In the other direction of the hall, someone had already beaten him one step ahead.

"As expected of the famous Day Walker!"

Dickon Faith clapped his hands gently and walked slowly towards the blade while walking in the blood.

He glanced lightly at the vampires on the side who made way for him, and said with a smile to Blade, who was looking directly at him.

If you only look at his current expression and don't look at the surrounding environment, this is like a simple meeting.

"Deacon Faith!"

The thick blood vessels on Blade's neck and forehead bulged, his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, and he growled with gritted teeth.

"Although I am very approachable, this is the first time we meet, so I think you should call me father."

Dickon Faith seemed to have not seen the knife-blade's expression of choosing others to devour, and still said with a smile.