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The sliding door of the carriage was suddenly opened, and an extremely huge human wolf clinging to the side of the train, with eyes full of greed and hunger, suddenly thrust its huge and ferocious head in from the door.

Thick saliva dripped down drop by drop from the giant beast's open mouth. Behind him, there were even two more majestic human wolves, which landed heavily on the platform behind it.

The cold night wind carried the strong body odor of the wolf into the musk-filled porch of the carriage.

Under the moon, the distant and desolate howls of beasts completely broke the desolation of the small station and the silence of the night.

The blood of our ancestors!

Seeing the huge, hairy, ugly and ferocious head that suddenly poked its head in, the vampire councilors in the carriage who had never seen such a shocking scene couldn't help but groaned in unison, and uttered sad and panic prayers in their hearts.

All they need to do is give orders, or plan and use the power in their hands. Why do they need to personally participate in any battles? Such dangerous things should not be handed over to those who have been specially trained and trained.

Soldiers?

The luxuriously dressed councilors were stunned, but the several death walkers who were guarding them were the first time the wolf head penetrated. Before its strong and huge body could fully penetrate, they

The firearms in his hands all fired.

Silver-plated bullets poured out of the gun barrel like rain, beating the werewolf back repeatedly and howling miserably. Then a guard immediately stepped forward to open the sliding door before two tall werewolves rushed in.

It was reclosed and locked.

Without the danger and visual impact of that ferocious head, as well as the actions of these carefully selected Death Walkers, the vampire councilors who became panicked due to the sudden danger became a little more at ease.

But Amelia's heart never relaxed from beginning to end. Instead, it became heavier and colder, sinking little by little into the endless bottom of the sea.

conspiracy!

This is a deliberate conspiracy against her!

Amidst the howls of wolves outside, there was no sound of fighting or firearms at all. The Death Walker troops of the Victor family who came to greet her not far from the station seemed to have been killed in an instant.

There is no action.

This is not normal!

Whether it's the actions of those Death Walkers or this unexpected werewolf attack, it's not normal!

Amelia never thought that these death walkers sent by the Victor family would have anything to do with werewolves. Vampires and werewolves are naturally mortal enemies. This has been a fact for centuries. Among vampires

It may be that the werewolves were capable of destroying the enemy, Amelia believed it, but the entire Death Walker force was on the side of the werewolves, which Amelia would only find absurd.

In particular, this Death Walker unit belongs to the Victor family, which hates werewolves the most, and single-handedly started the brutal war between the two races that lasted for nearly a thousand years!

However, the current environment did not give Amelia much time to think and deliberate. The sliding door of the carriage was re-closed, and some Death Walkers guarding the side also turned their guns towards the door and exit.

Standing behind Amelia, an old maid who had been with her since she was a child, cleverly took out her mobile phone and dialed the secret contact number used to communicate with the Victor family, hoping to seek reinforcements.

But the harsh busy tone on the phone made her lose consciousness for a while.

No signal.

The old maid blankly held the phone in front of her eyes, looking at the empty signal grid on the screen, her skinny arms trembling slightly.

Why is there no signal? The old maid closed her eyes and groaned. She realized that the direction of the matter would become complicated and troublesome, and she didn't know what the outcome would be.

Originally, if they could call for help, they would only have to hold on for a while, wait for reinforcements, and then turn the corner. At that time, they would investigate the ins and outs of this premeditated attack. But right now, calls for help cannot be made, and there are so many calls from outside.

With a human wolf and the small space in the carriage, it is not a good fighting venue at all.

The most important thing is that the number of Death Walkers guarded by her master Amelia is too small! Even though most of them are carefully selected elite warriors. Facing the large and crazy group of people outside,

In Langhai, without external support, the outcome for these people will be extremely gloomy.

The shrill howls of wolves were like the horn of charge at the beginning of the war. Under the moonlight, countless werewolves were swarming towards this antique train like a rising tide. Under the violence of those werewolves,

Underneath, the heavy carriage looked like a small fishing boat struggling in a storm, bumping and swaying from side to side, as if it might capsize in the wind and waves at any time.

The werewolves crouching on the roof of the carriage used their powerful arms and sharp claws to tear apart the outer skin of the train. The thick steel plates were like foam boards and cardboard boxes under the claws of these werewolves.

, extremely fragile. It was torn apart and riddled with holes in an instant.

Pairs of black claws came down from the car. They tore open the steel plates on both sides with a squeaking sound that made people's teeth sore. The Death Walkers who had been waiting inside the car immediately opened fire in time, and from

The silver bullets that were specially forged with special techniques were shot out from the torn gaps, beating the werewolves on the ceiling until their blood splattered.

However, the cramped environment in the carriage meant that this was not a suitable battlefield for these werewolves. Amelia was only accompanied by a few Death Walker guards, and most of the others were members of the Blood Council, as well as a few of her confidant maids.

.

The remaining people in the train were scattered in the carriage at the back. The narrow space could not accommodate too many people to squeeze into the same carriage with her. Facing the violent werewolves outside, the sturdy-looking car body was simply

Like paper...

Crack!

A werewolf that wanted to jump in through the gap in the ceiling was whipped out by the shadow of a whip from Tou Tou.

Under the reflection of the mirror, Amelia's hand already had a long, dark whip that was several meters long and covered with silver hooks.

As one of the three oldest living vampire elders, even if his strength is at the lowest point about to enter the dormant period, his combat power will never be better than that of some third-generation elite vampires who have survived for hundreds of years.

Much less. In terms of combat experience, few of the third-generation juniors can compare with her.

Although in the past few hundred years, since Lucien passed away, there has been no one worthy of her taking action. But not participating in the battle does not mean that her fighting qualities and skills will fade with the passage of time.

It was an instinct that was engraved in her bones and in every drop of her blood and would never be erased.

But Amelia knew very well that with her current state, no matter how superb and rich her fighting skills were, she would not be able to last long when facing a large number of elite werewolves. It only took three or four elite werewolves to break in and bully her.

Get close to her and engage in hand-to-hand combat with her. In such a small space, it is enough for her to drink a pot.

Amelia's flawless face was full of solemnity, and the werewolves had already broken in. Every compartment of the train was filled with werewolves, their shrill and desperate howls, mixed with the joyful and wanton roars of the beasts.

The howling, coupled with the strong smell of blood, made Amelia's already solemn expression look even more ugly.

On the platform, Sauron and his so-called escorts watched with indifference the horrific massacre taking place in the train not far away. The screams of extreme pain, gunfire and the roars of furious beasts.

Mix together.

The bright red blood splashed out from the blood vessels of the body and sprayed on the car window glass, rendering a bright red and abstract picture of hell.

Sauron did not try to interfere with the violent killing and eating of these werewolves, even though there was a supreme elder of the vampire race in the carriage opposite, and she and her followers were letting out miserable howls of pain under the attack of werewolves.

.In the shaking carriage, the symphony of broken bones and the sound of tearing flesh did not cause any fluctuation in Sauron's expression.

Go ahead as planned and watch Amelia and the others die! This is the mission that Klein asked him to come instead of Kahn.

Tang Bai also watched this scene quietly from a distance. Because of Jingling's ability, through the windows and mirrors in the carriage, he knew the situation on the field better than Sauron. Lucien invested a lot of power this time

, and came to supervise the formation in person.

Dozens of elite death walkers?

In such a small space, facing the huge and powerful elite werewolves, this is simply a terrible disaster for these death walkers! Each of the noble and high-ranking members of the Vampire Council, with their

The servants who accompanied him turned into the werewolf's meal, and their corpses filled the entire train carriage.

In a short period of time, the only compartment that still had the ability to resist and was still putting on weak resistance was the compartment where Amelia was. However, Amelia's situation was definitely not good. Initially,

The noble and calm temperament she had at that time has disappeared from her body. There are several bloody and bloody wounds on her mature and plump body, which look very sad and terrifying.

Amelia now finds it extremely difficult every time she swings the whip. The whip that is usually as nimble and tricky as a snake in her hand is now difficult to swing even simply. This has to be said to be an irony. Another

The silver cross sword held in one hand also felt the same way.

Tang Bai's eyes in the distance flickered, and when the battle was about to come to an end, he intervened in the battle. (To be continued.)