Marvel's God of Injustice - Chapter 111
Chapter 111 I want to kill a few more
Chapter 111 I want to kill a few more
Nine -headed affairs were resolved. Regardless of how they arranged the Eagle Eye and Sterville, Lyon greeted Cordon, and left himself.
Is it fair?
As for the Nine -headed bureau wants to analyze and copy dance and deformed Xuan cats on a large scale, Lyon can only say that if you can really decipher the system, you can hang it!
After the [Hannibal Food Workshop], Lyon did not go home. The enemies were all over the world.
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How could he fall asleep at this age!
The vampire hasn’t been solved yet!
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If you want to find these guys to say it is difficult, it is better to say simple.
Lyon must not find it, let alone the intelligence system that he is not available now. Even if you really read the comics in the previous life, remember the plot, it is estimated that he can not find the old nest of others. After all, the comics should not be meticulous enoughThe door number is also marked.
But the blade warrior can find that, Lyon can find him.
As a contestant who wandered in the middle of the night and giving people overwhelming everywhere, New York was so big, and Lyon was not the first time to meet his peers.
Well, there have been several times without a conversation and mutual view. The two of them tacit each other to see each other as an indifferent person.
At that time, Lyon gave gold and bothering, while the blade chased the vampire.
This time, if it wasn’t for that clan heirs to come up with the initiative, for a while, Lyon really couldn’t remember it. The place of Da Apple City actually had such a large bunch of purification value!
Thirteen families!
No human friend!
Hundreds of years of life have been unsatisfactory!
What else can you say?
Doing too much bad things, there are always retribution.
No, don’t Lyon find your door.
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The blade has his own fixed hunting range, because his prey always restrains his activity range in that fixed area.
The elders of the vampire clan set the rules together.
There are a large number of ballrooms, complex underground passages, and all kinds of messy underlying civilians.
During the day, this is a desolate place, the forgotten city corner.
At night, various scum, criminals, speculators, and poor people who are hidden in the shadow will appear from various corners.
And they are the food of vampires.
The blade is not interested in these people’s life.
It doesn’t matter if it is killed by a vampire, or it is raised like a pig. It doesn’t matter where to starve this place, and then starve to death and frozen to death.
The blade has never had the idea of fighting for human beings. The things between him and the vampire are more for revenge, in order to resist destiny, and to find some meaning for his life.
Blade has vampires.
Yes, as the hunter with the most vampires, the blade of the vampire is regarded as the enemy of life and death, and the blood of vampires flows in the body.
This is not the fault of the blade, it can only be said to be fate.
His biological mother was bitten by the vampire Di when he was with him, and was born to the hospital for rescue. From a birth, he had half of his vampires.
For many years, the blade has not been accepted by humans because he is also eager for blood.
It is not accepted by vampires, because those guys always smell seductive food on the blade.
Wandering in the boundary of light and dark edge, the blade that was hurt by the two sides was mixed with chaos.
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Until he met a vampire hunter with a lame leg, the unlucky Whistler.
For the first time, someone accepted him and was willing to admit that the blade was a living person, a child who would be afraid and cried.
As I grow older, the blade began to think about why I suffered such pain to torture and why they were disgusted by the world.
He thought more than once, if I was just an ordinary person, ordinary birth, ordinary growth, and ordinary life, would there be so much pain in my life?
Yes, it’s all because of the sad desire for blood!It’s all because of the half vampire blood in your body!
It’s all because … the vampire named Dicken!
From the moment I thought about this problem, the blade had killed Dicken as his lifetime wish.
After that, this wish will swell every day, and in the end, the wishes of the blade become: kill all vampires!
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He has been working hard for this.
Every day, the sword is inserted to the chest of a vampire, sometimes one, sometimes ten, sometimes more.
He walked under the sun, eat human food, refuses to eat human blood, and use silver weapons.This makes him feel more like a human.
But there are always some scum, some of the vampires who are looking for death mention the other half of his body.
Only kill them!
If you don’t leave the light, you can really be a person yourself!
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“Blade!”
The old man with a white hair, Whistler, interrupted the contemplation of the blade.
“Are you thinking about those things again? Oh, there is such a kung fu to go out to cut a few more vampires.”
The lame old man has never comforted the blade: you are not a vampire, you are a human, such a rhetoric.
Worried in my heart, there was another word in my mouth.
“You can also use your prosthesis to kill a few more.”
Blade regards Whistler as his father as respect, but he is raised by Whistler. Naturally, he will not express his feelings like Whistler, and open his mouth to return.
The old man laughed a few times, and limped to the messy workbench, picked up the same thing and gave it to the blade: “Garlic extract, I call it garlic.”
The blade was taken over. It was a row of roughly transformed syringes. There were some white liquids in the needle tube.
“One, as long as one, the average vampire is … oh! Hahaha!”
Whistler compared with an explosion action, he said, “Do you need to maintain your knife? This scar is not like the bone of the vampire.”
The blade looked at the small gap on the blade, grinned, and said, “No, this is the commemoration left me for the first time to kill the vampire.”
Whistler nodded and said nothing.
Eat a piece of chocolate and a bowl of vegetable salad expressionlessly.
He has not drank blood for eleven years. Now his body’s resistance to human food has become stronger and stronger, making him unprepared.
Whistler came over: “Are you okay, otherwise …”
“No!”
The blade declined: “Never!”
Whistler still didn’t say anything and left silently.
Keep your eyes closed for a while, press down the discomfort in the stomach, put on a trench coat, wear sunglasses, and insert the warrior knife in the hidden scabbard on the back, ride a motorcycle, and enter the night.
Tonight, I want to kill a few more.
(PS: Thanks: The magician of dreaming, the death emperor, Liu Mu Baiyan, and the book friend’s reward. I am going to wait for my computer to come back to get a QQ group, are you interested?)
(This chapter is finished)