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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0032_part_02
Chapter 38
chapter 0032 part 2
Lucien said in a deep voice to Deacon Frost.
Unlike the Vampires originating from the lineage of Cain, another branch of Vampires in New York originated from their own gene mutation. They and Lucien's branch of Werewolves share a common ancestor, a Hungarian noble from before the Middle Ages – Alexander Corvinus.
This noble seemed to possess a certain special gene. After his eldest son, Marcus, was bitten by a bat, he became the first generation of Vampires.
And his second son, William, was bitten by a wolf and became the first generation of Werewolves.
As for the youngest son, he lived an ordinary life and died of old age. However, because of this, the gene within Alexander Corvinus was perfectly passed down.
And the man in the wooden box is a descendant of Alexander Corvinus's lineage.
Lucien had already obtained what he needed from him. However, in order to deal with his enemies, he used this Human as a bargaining chip to make a deal with Deacon Frost.
Looking at the man in the wooden box, Deacon Frost let out a laugh with an ambiguous meaning.
"Bring Blade's Blood!"
A Vampire quickly brought several test tubes of serum, all containing Blade's Blood.
The Daywalker and Vampires hadn't been fighting for just a day or two. Although Deacon Frost's side had always been at a disadvantage over the years.
However, obtaining some of Blade's Blood was not difficult for Deacon Frost.
His scientists hadn't failed to research Blade's Blood, but they hadn't achieved any results.
After all, one was scientific, and the other was supernatural. The two were truly somewhat incompatible.
Deacon Frost took a syringe, drew a tube of blood from the white man's arm, injected it into the test tube containing Blade's Blood, shook it, and handed it to the subordinate beside him.
"Take this to Claude and have him experiment as soon as possible. I want results!"
Just as the subordinate took the test tube, a ball of greenish smoke slowly appeared in front of Deacon Frost, gradually forming into a black cat, which meowed at him.
The red light in Deacon Frost's eyes flared. "Damn it, that damned Human actually brought people over? How could he possibly find this place?
Oh, I see. Cooperating with Humans was a mistake in the first place... But it doesn't matter, it's just a group of ordinary Humans..."
Lucien's pupils contracted as he looked at the suddenly appearing black cat. He recognized it; it was the pet of a very famous Dark Wizard from the New York Underworld.
Deacon Frost was actually in Cooperation with the Dark Wizard as well.
In an instant, Lucien's mind raced. He was considering the gains and losses of cooperating with Deacon Frost.
After all, it was said that Victor also had some involvement with this Dark Wizard back then.
"Enemies? I brought thirty skilled men, all the strongest Werewolves!" Lucien weighed the gains and losses and spoke up proactively.
Deacon Frost laughed sinisterly and said to Lucien, "Don't worry, it's just a group of Humans. Since they've come, they shouldn't think about leaving. Let them become Sacrificial Offerings for the great Blood God!"
"Go, gather the manpower. Don't let these Humans delay the arrival of the great Blood God!" Deacon Frost turned his head and instructed his subordinates.
…………
On the abandoned Rooftop by the sea, a sniper was lying prone. In the shadow behind him, two green eyes suddenly lit up.
A cloaked figure in the dark seemed to merge with the night.
A ball of black smoke emitted from his hand, enveloping the sniper lying on the Rooftop.
The sniper only felt a weakness come over him, his spirit became hazy, and he felt drowsy.
His finger twitched. "Bang!"
A bullet directly hit the ground near the feet of the Werewolf who was relieving himself by the sea, scaring it so much it almost jumped straight up.
The Werewolf looked left and right, then agilely darted into a nearby abandoned building, quickly smashing open the door and jumping out.
Frank's angry voice rang out in the channel: "Who's firing!"
"Me, I had an accidental discharge!" The gunshot woke up the drowsing sniper.
"Fire, take them down!" Seeing that the enemies had been alerted, Frank immediately gave the order.
At this moment, the gunshot alerted several Werewolves on the lighthouse. They all roared at the moon and transformed into Werewolves.
They directly jumped down from the more than five-meter-high tower top and ran out howling.
The sniper on the Rooftop directly pulled the trigger, causing a Werewolf several hundred meters away to stagger. The heavy sniper rifle's bullet directly blew a bowl-sized hole in its chest.
However, the Werewolf's vitality was truly tenacious. Hit by the silver-plated heavy sniper rifle projectile, this Werewolf thrashed on the ground like a dead fish on a cutting board, surprisingly not dying completely for a moment.
The nearby gunmen also poked their heads out from Rooftops and corners everywhere, unleashing a furious hail of firepower from their AK rifles.
Tang Song stood on the Dock, "watching" the distant Rooftop. He sensed there was a "person" there.
A person with a very strange aura. If the Energy contained within West beside him was Holy Light, then the person on the Rooftop was the exact opposite of West. Their aura was instead very similar to the Skeleton Demon he had refined.
A Western "Necromancer"? And West seemed not to have noticed the Necromancer's presence, focusing intently on the movements beneath the Dock.
At this moment, the Vampires in the bunker, startled by the gunshots, poked their heads out from the bunker like groundhogs.
Submachine guns, shotguns, and handguns extended from various hidden firing ports, launching a counterattack.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
The snipers on the Rooftop were now effective. Twelve snipers, each shot accurately taking down an enemy in a pillbox.
The power of the Barrett heavy sniper rifle made it difficult for the simply constructed pillboxes to withstand the heavy sniper rifle's penetration power.
For these former professional soldiers, using heavy sniper rifles to bully a group of Vampires armed with submachine guns and handguns was completely stress-free.
Just as the snipers on the Rooftop were concentrating on aiming at the bunker and firing.
The cloaked figure in the shadow gently waved a hand, and a patch of mist enveloped the entire Rooftop.
Frank, who was currently firing bursts with his M416, suddenly felt a chill all over. A cold sensation went straight through to his Heavenly Spirit. Without thinking, he immediately rolled on the spot.
"Bang!"
A heavy sniper rifle bullet landed where he had just been, creating a deep pit in the ground.
Splintered stones flew out, directly leaving a bloody mark on the face of a gunman who couldn't dodge in time.
(End of chapter)
Lucien said in a deep voice to Deacon Frost.
Unlike the Vampires originating from the lineage of Cain, another branch of Vampires in New York originated from their own gene mutation. They and Lucien's branch of Werewolves share a common ancestor, a Hungarian noble from before the Middle Ages – Alexander Corvinus.
This noble seemed to possess a certain special gene. After his eldest son, Marcus, was bitten by a bat, he became the first generation of Vampires.
And his second son, William, was bitten by a wolf and became the first generation of Werewolves.
As for the youngest son, he lived an ordinary life and died of old age. However, because of this, the gene within Alexander Corvinus was perfectly passed down.
And the man in the wooden box is a descendant of Alexander Corvinus's lineage.
Lucien had already obtained what he needed from him. However, in order to deal with his enemies, he used this Human as a bargaining chip to make a deal with Deacon Frost.
Looking at the man in the wooden box, Deacon Frost let out a laugh with an ambiguous meaning.
"Bring Blade's Blood!"
A Vampire quickly brought several test tubes of serum, all containing Blade's Blood.
The Daywalker and Vampires hadn't been fighting for just a day or two. Although Deacon Frost's side had always been at a disadvantage over the years.
However, obtaining some of Blade's Blood was not difficult for Deacon Frost.
His scientists hadn't failed to research Blade's Blood, but they hadn't achieved any results.
After all, one was scientific, and the other was supernatural. The two were truly somewhat incompatible.
Deacon Frost took a syringe, drew a tube of blood from the white man's arm, injected it into the test tube containing Blade's Blood, shook it, and handed it to the subordinate beside him.
"Take this to Claude and have him experiment as soon as possible. I want results!"
Just as the subordinate took the test tube, a ball of greenish smoke slowly appeared in front of Deacon Frost, gradually forming into a black cat, which meowed at him.
The red light in Deacon Frost's eyes flared. "Damn it, that damned Human actually brought people over? How could he possibly find this place?
Oh, I see. Cooperating with Humans was a mistake in the first place... But it doesn't matter, it's just a group of ordinary Humans..."
Lucien's pupils contracted as he looked at the suddenly appearing black cat. He recognized it; it was the pet of a very famous Dark Wizard from the New York Underworld.
Deacon Frost was actually in Cooperation with the Dark Wizard as well.
In an instant, Lucien's mind raced. He was considering the gains and losses of cooperating with Deacon Frost.
After all, it was said that Victor also had some involvement with this Dark Wizard back then.
"Enemies? I brought thirty skilled men, all the strongest Werewolves!" Lucien weighed the gains and losses and spoke up proactively.
Deacon Frost laughed sinisterly and said to Lucien, "Don't worry, it's just a group of Humans. Since they've come, they shouldn't think about leaving. Let them become Sacrificial Offerings for the great Blood God!"
"Go, gather the manpower. Don't let these Humans delay the arrival of the great Blood God!" Deacon Frost turned his head and instructed his subordinates.
…………
On the abandoned Rooftop by the sea, a sniper was lying prone. In the shadow behind him, two green eyes suddenly lit up.
A cloaked figure in the dark seemed to merge with the night.
A ball of black smoke emitted from his hand, enveloping the sniper lying on the Rooftop.
The sniper only felt a weakness come over him, his spirit became hazy, and he felt drowsy.
His finger twitched. "Bang!"
A bullet directly hit the ground near the feet of the Werewolf who was relieving himself by the sea, scaring it so much it almost jumped straight up.
The Werewolf looked left and right, then agilely darted into a nearby abandoned building, quickly smashing open the door and jumping out.
Frank's angry voice rang out in the channel: "Who's firing!"
"Me, I had an accidental discharge!" The gunshot woke up the drowsing sniper.
"Fire, take them down!" Seeing that the enemies had been alerted, Frank immediately gave the order.
At this moment, the gunshot alerted several Werewolves on the lighthouse. They all roared at the moon and transformed into Werewolves.
They directly jumped down from the more than five-meter-high tower top and ran out howling.
The sniper on the Rooftop directly pulled the trigger, causing a Werewolf several hundred meters away to stagger. The heavy sniper rifle's bullet directly blew a bowl-sized hole in its chest.
However, the Werewolf's vitality was truly tenacious. Hit by the silver-plated heavy sniper rifle projectile, this Werewolf thrashed on the ground like a dead fish on a cutting board, surprisingly not dying completely for a moment.
The nearby gunmen also poked their heads out from Rooftops and corners everywhere, unleashing a furious hail of firepower from their AK rifles.
Tang Song stood on the Dock, "watching" the distant Rooftop. He sensed there was a "person" there.
A person with a very strange aura. If the Energy contained within West beside him was Holy Light, then the person on the Rooftop was the exact opposite of West. Their aura was instead very similar to the Skeleton Demon he had refined.
A Western "Necromancer"? And West seemed not to have noticed the Necromancer's presence, focusing intently on the movements beneath the Dock.
At this moment, the Vampires in the bunker, startled by the gunshots, poked their heads out from the bunker like groundhogs.
Submachine guns, shotguns, and handguns extended from various hidden firing ports, launching a counterattack.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
The snipers on the Rooftop were now effective. Twelve snipers, each shot accurately taking down an enemy in a pillbox.
The power of the Barrett heavy sniper rifle made it difficult for the simply constructed pillboxes to withstand the heavy sniper rifle's penetration power.
For these former professional soldiers, using heavy sniper rifles to bully a group of Vampires armed with submachine guns and handguns was completely stress-free.
Just as the snipers on the Rooftop were concentrating on aiming at the bunker and firing.
The cloaked figure in the shadow gently waved a hand, and a patch of mist enveloped the entire Rooftop.
Frank, who was currently firing bursts with his M416, suddenly felt a chill all over. A cold sensation went straight through to his Heavenly Spirit. Without thinking, he immediately rolled on the spot.
"Bang!"
A heavy sniper rifle bullet landed where he had just been, creating a deep pit in the ground.
Splintered stones flew out, directly leaving a bloody mark on the face of a gunman who couldn't dodge in time.
(End of chapter)
