Chapter 252 The Witch's Rage (First Update!)

"Sometimes we have to admit that sometimes the old man's wisdom can always play a role." Salomon sideways avoided a monster's claw machine, he stretched out his leg, and lifted it fiercely on the vampire's knee, The monster's leg bones twisted and deformed with a slight sound, and it could no longer hold the aircraft deck. Seeing that it was about to fall off the plane, the mystic quickly stepped on its twisted leg with the other foot, and then stabbed the long knife into its chest, letting the knife suck its blood and soul.

The mystic was not well-received for his loud one-liners, the droids had no idea what humor was (maybe she did, but she never told jokes), and Captain Rogers was the party to the one-liners he was waking up to Afterwards, Stark said that he didn't know how many times, Salomon was not enough to shake his nerves. Besides, he was too busy smashing a monster's head with the edge of his shield right now to comment on that statement. The mystic mage wrinkled his nose, showing some dissatisfaction. He waited until the blood-sucking species under the knife was completely dried up, and then he let go of his feet, allowing the strong wind to blow the corpse off the deck.

The clouds around the airbus were getting denser, and the transport plane stirred up the airflow and caused the clouds to rub against each other, leaving behind the jet engine behind the thunder. The thunder was chasing closer and closer, and the clouds slowly turned from layered light gray to dark gray, and then turned to heavy lead gray. A faint flash of light chased up from behind with a roar until it enveloped the entire plane In the thundercloud. Even if Agent Melinda May adjusted the flight trajectory, the Airbus jumped out of the thick clouds like a sperm whale jumping out of the shining sea. Bathed in moonlight.

Adjusting the flying posture just now shook off some vampire monsters on the deck, which made Salomon and Captain Rogers heave a sigh of relief, but the moonlight that followed made the mystic's slightly stable mood even worse. The full moon, the power of the yin, and the vampires, all these clues explain who is responsible for these chases. The only one who can drive these vampire monsters that are almost extinct in the deep mountains, apart from the hell lords, is the vampire god up.

A figure appeared on the deck along with the lingering black mist. After the black mist dissipated, this figure also appeared—he looked like a normal person, but normal people would not suddenly appear at an altitude of 10,000 meters On the deck of the transport plane, when he appeared, those monsters also stopped attacking the Airbus, and they followed silently, waiting for the figure's order.

"I'm Zenos Vanjo." This man was tall and his complexion was a little too pale under the moonlight. He was wearing a pure black suit, and his short dark brown hair combed back was not affected by the strong wind. He fell back obediently, and the moonlight could not even pass over his cheekbones and shine into his eyes. There is a cross scepter pin on the tie clip on the man's chest to indicate his identity, and when Salomon saw the sign, he also completely confirmed the mastermind behind the attack - Lilith and the The hidden bloodline, the notorious vampire clan, and vampire monsters that are completely different from Dracula's bloodline. The magic power of these vampire clans is much smaller than that of Dracula's bloodline, but not all of them.

If the blood-sucking species in front of me belonged to the Vanjo clan, the leader of the secret party, then those extremely ugly blood-sucking species before may be the Nosferatu clan, and the necromancers encountered before may be the prevalent blood magic The Ruimer clan (this clan is not all vampires, there are also foreign black wizards who will be transformed into vampires).

These secret parties (also called Kamalila) are outright masqueraders. Although the history of their clan is far older than Kama Taj, under the pressure of the supreme mage, those blood clans who are too indulgent have long been purged Exhausted, Salomon also participated in several suppression operations. There are those of Dracula's blood and those of Cain's blood. The mystic is familiar with the logos of these clans. The man in front of him should be the head of this generation of the Vatican family. Now, these blood-sucking clans who lived under the shadow of Kama Taj have resurfaced their heads, and Salomon can't let him go.

"I am here to convey the oracle of the supreme goddess Lilith." The vampire shouted loudly, "Salomon Damonet, if you are willing to abide by the agreement made thousands of years ago and return to the embrace of Goddess Lilith..."

"Although I like married women very much, I already have a fiancée." Salomon interrupted the vampire's next words, and orange-red sparks kept jumping in his palm. "Please also decline this invitation for me." He said, "And the age gap is really too big. I cannot accept an age difference of more than a thousand years. I can still consider it within a thousand years. Sorry."

Captain Rogers looked at Salomon with a surprised look. He has not yet understood the brain circuit of the mystic.

The vampire's face darkened, he stared into the eyes of the mystic, and then waved his hand, the monster behind him howled again and rushed forward. Captain Rogers went to deal with the monsters alone, while Salomon and the artificial man strode towards the vampires of the Ventrue clan. An orange-red spear of sparks was thrown at the Vampire by the mystic, and then the artificial man jumped up suddenly, and the giant sword slashed down.

But these attacks were all in vain, whether it was the spear or the giant sword, they only hit a layer of mist. Salomon inhaled sharply, turned to the right, and at the same time that his right elbow hit back, his left hand also wiped out a dagger from his waist.

"Bang!" There was a dull collision sound between the elbow and the vampire's arm. After the elbow attack was blocked, Salomon leaned back slightly, holding the short knife in his left hand and cutting towards the vampire's neck. The speed of the vampire was faster than that of Salomon. The Vampire Vampire tilted his head to avoid the attack of the dagger, but what followed was a right-hand punch along the center line, which hit the front door. After Salomon succeeded once, his movements became much faster - this is a head-on pursuit, with all four hands not empty, he wraps his palms around the opponent's hands, and once he gains momentum, he uses a series of palms to strike him, this is called using the long to control the short The direct method. Knowing movement and stillness, knowing presence and absence, knowing advance and retreat, this is the result of ten years of unremitting boxing practice. Although the oncoming gust of wind made it difficult for him to open his eyes, relying on his fist speed and memory, Salomon can also accurately hit the enemy .

His right fist quickly lowered into a palm, pressing the vampire's wrist that was about to be raised. The mystic turned slightly to the left, and the short knife in his left hand cut the vampire's chest and abdomen from bottom to top, and the wound reached the armpit. Down. Dark black blood gushed out of the wound immediately, and the precious blood was blown away by the cold wind in an instant, and the tiny blood froth flew around, froze, and fell into the thundercloud behind the mystic mage. The Vatican Vampire screamed in pain. Every cut of the short knife was sucking his life force, blood and soul as a vampire. The wound was much bigger.

The short knife returned immediately to replace the right hand to suppress, and the blade also cut into the wrist of the Vampire Vampire along the bone seam, locking the enemy's movements. Salomon slammed the vampire's face with his right fist. When he struck the second time, an orange-red ring spread out and flickered on his fist. The orange-red light was very conspicuous in the dark night. Every time he struck Boxing can ignite some flesh and blood full of negative energy.

The sizzling sound kept ringing, and the mystic stopped the offensive with his right hand until the Vampire Vampire's face was scorched black. Immediately afterwards, he lowered his right fist again into a palm, repeating the movement of blocking his right hand. This time, the dagger in his left hand shuttled back and forth three times at the vampire's chest and abdomen at an extremely fast speed. A bottom-up oblique incision was made from the chin to the forehead.

With the knife in his left hand, he stepped forward in a lunge and hit his chest with a punch.

The mystic's attack took no more than seven seconds. At this time, the artificial man also arrived in time. While the vampire staggered back a few steps, the artificial man stepped forward and swung the giant sword horizontally, trying to cut the vampire in two. cut. But without Salomon's positive energy spell suppression, this attack failed again, and the Vanjo vampire repeated his tricks, turning into a cloud of black mist again.

Salomon looked around, and when he saw the Vampire Vampire again, he found that the vampire was parked on the wing of the Airbus, and the wounds all over his body were still gushing blood. The vampire covered his wound, and showed a disgusting smile at the mystic with his scorched face. Before Salomon cast a spell to stop him, the vampire squatted down and lifted the deck above the engine with his sharp claws.

Then, the engine exploded violently, accompanied by flames and loud noises, one wing was blown into pieces, and the Airbus violently bumped in the air, swaying and falling into the sea of ​​clouds with black smoke. Salomon and the cyborg were still able to stand stably due to the spider-walking technique, but Captain Rogers was not so lucky. He was dragged by the cable around his waist, and his whole body was pulled close to the deck , unable to stand up at all.

Suddenly, under the Airbus, a huge crimson door appeared out of nowhere, and a pale arm with red sharp nails stretched out from the door, grabbing the falling Airbus. However, just as Salomon was about to open the portal to call for support, a huge white arm decorated with gorgeous moths protruded from the clouds and accurately caught the downed plane, while another arm decorated with purple butterflies The palm of the arm was clenched into a fist, and it hit the arm that was trying to capture the Airbus hard.

"Bitch! This is not your man!"

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