Meiman: Get the Pleasant Goat template at the beginning

Chapter 107 Vampires are just chickens and dogs! ([-] words, please support)
"It's not right!"

Dao Feng slammed on the brakes, looked at the vampire with red eyes and exposed fangs, and found that the vampire opposite was a little different from the previous enemy.

"Whistler, aren't these brutes what they used to be?" he asked his old partner.

"It's just that some low-level vampires have been stimulated by black magic, so they show the characteristics of bats."

Ian sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and explained to the two: "Don't worry, these vampires have only increased their strength and speed, and have no other special abilities. Don't worry, go boldly, with my guardian spell, I guarantee that you will not get hurt .”

Whistler nodded, bit off the pull ring of the smoke bomb and threw it out directly, the smoke filled with silver powder spread, and the vampires surrounding the car were not affected by the smoke, but the silver powder mixed in the smoke touched Small holes were burned in the respiratory tract, and the lungs were emptied in an instant, turning half of the body into fly ash.

The blade pulled out the silver-plated long knife, and the guardian spell on the body extended to the blade, making the blade shine with golden light.

"Master, your spells are so powerful!"

The blade showed a mouthful of big white teeth, which were even a little dazzling under the cloud.

Immediately, he rushed to the group of vampires, wielding a long knife, and fought the enemies heartily.Swinging the long knife, under the double effects of the silver-plated blade and Weishandi's protective spell, the vampires would die if they touched it, and they would burn out big holes if they touched their bodies.

Although Weishandi's guardian spell is a defensive magic, positive energy is a deadly poison to low-level vampires and other dark creatures, which is more lethal than sunlight.

Seeing that Ian's magic was so effective, Whistler dragged his left leg, which was not very good, and took a large bag full of weapons to play support.

"Aren't you going to fight with us?"

Steve held up his shield eagerly, but seeing Ian sitting on the back seat of the car, he didn't intend to move his butt at all, and his feverish mind calmed down a little.

"I'm not interested in these rubbish things." Ian waved his hand. These ordinary vampires have no characteristics, they don't know magic, and although their physical fitness is stronger than ordinary people, they are limited. They are afraid of things like silverware and garlic.

"You were still criticizing the government impassionedly just now, why did you start to be lazy when it was your turn. Even if these vampires can't hurt you, what about the homeless people on the street?"

Steve pushed open the car door and walked out, holding up his shield and scolding Ian for not doing what he said.

Ian turned his head around, looked at the hero pose he posed, and said speechlessly, "Brother, the dark clouds above our heads didn't come suddenly. The living people on this street have long been drained of blood as the price of casting spells." .”

Although Ian has never read the original Dark Book of God, as the source of black magic, the spells in the Book of Darkness have a high rate of appearance in human history.

Almost every school of wizards has to mention a few black magic that they have seen.

The dark clouds that cover the sun are one of the common spells used by vampires. This magic can not only block the sun's rays, but also isolate the positive energy of white magic, providing vampires with an advantage in the field, and at the same time, it can stimulate the desires of lower vampires.

If the cost of casting the spell is ignored - the blood of the living, this magic can be said to be almighty magic.

"Looking at the size of this dark cloud, the caster probably sacrificed hundreds of living people at one time."

Ian poked his head out of the car window, estimated the size of the dark cloud in his mind, and said to himself: "That vampire named Ken, wouldn't be really lucky to find the broken pages of the dark book?"

He said this in his mouth, but he didn't believe in any coincidence in his heart.

The occurrence of all accidental events is actually the final result of the superposition of inevitable events.

In the wizarding world, coincidences often mean that you have been tricked or directly become a pawn of a higher being.

Steve didn't get too far from the car.

Although Ian kept emphasizing his strength, Steve, who had never seen Ian with his own eyes, was always worried about this young man.

"Why did I encounter so many weird things after I woke up?"

He swung his shield and smashed it on the head of the vampire who was rushing towards him. The runes lit up on the shield directly cut off the vampire's head, and the corpse turned into fly ash and dissipated in the air.

But just as he killed one, more vampires rushed up and hugged his hands and feet.

Weishandi's guardian spell erupted, and the golden light erupted in a semicircle, burning the vampire who rushed forward to ashes.

"I said Captain, no matter how you look at it, you don't look like such a cold person. How come you haven't participated in the labor movement?"

Ian listened to the sound of the wind, his fingertips twirled milky white light spots, and he still kept talking to Steve.

"Are you sure you want to discuss this with me now?"

Steve threw out his shield and used it as a boomerang, sweeping away a large number of enemies in an instant, but the blanks on the battlefield were quickly filled by vampire cannon fodder running out of houses, sewers, and streets.

"The guy who uses black magic has quite a lot of combat experience. He hides himself tightly, and it takes a little effort to locate him."

Ian smelled the strong alien magic power in the air, and really had the urge to vomit.

"Alright alright!"

Seeing Ian's relaxed look, Steve surrendered and said helplessly: "You know so much about American history, how could you not know that during the Great Depression, Hoover's FBI suppressed all labor movements. When I entered the factory, Apart from trade unions, there is no public organization anymore."

"And at that time, my mother was also ill, and it was not easy to maintain a living. How could I have the ability to participate in such secret activities."

Steve gritted his teeth, but he didn't feel too much pressure. He was only so nervous when he saw a cloud of vampires rushing up, and the psychological pressure was at work.

Ian was really not very clear about the history of the Great Depression, so he changed his mind and asked, "You are so skilled, why did you say such misleading words?"

"Because you are so annoying, kid."

Steve mistook the vampire in front of him for Ian, and smashed the shield hard, smashing his head into the chest cavity.

"Domineering, you are not polite to me, a senior. I don't know better than you what the virtues of those people in the government are?"

"If it weren't for seeing that you are sincere to those who are suffering, I would have left a long time ago."

"Then you pretend to be pretty!" Ian gave a thumbs up.

"Have you two finished talking?"

Dao Feng retreated to the side of the car with Whistler, who had run out of bullets, looked at the two people chatting, and almost vomited blood.

Although the guardian spell opened their eyes, but with Ian's performance, it is inevitable to make people feel depressed.

"Hold on!"

The light spot on Ian's fingertips stopped spinning, and flew out in one direction, drawing an arc in the air, causing chaos of different kinds of magic.

"Found someone!"

Ian drew a circle with his hand, and the orange-red sparks built a portal as tall as a person.

As soon as he jumped out of the portal, the pungent smell of blood hit his face, which greatly stimulated his sense of smell.

In a closed space the size of a warehouse, there are men and women hanging from the roof. Tubes are inserted into their bodies, and the blood is drawn away by the tubes, dripping into the grooves on the ground.

Looking at these people, Ian shuddered. He had experienced the battlefield of Flashpoint and seen the dangers of Gotham, but he didn't feel the chills behind him like this scene before him.

These hanged people are not regarded as human beings at all, not even as life, but only as some kind of objects that can be manipulated at will.

As a normal person, when Ian saw such a cold scene, a flame of anger burned in his heart.

"Dare to break into my territory, court death!"

The vampire mage, who was standing in the middle of the blood pool maintaining his magic, saw Ian jumping out suddenly, and his first reaction was to kill the outsider.

But what answered him was a gleaming golden rope, a lasso of truth strangling his neck.

"You are the one who is going to die today. Besides, I won't let you, a bastard, die easily."

With a tug of his hand, Ian pulled the opponent over and stepped on his head with his foot.

boom!
Ian walked through the portal and threw the vampire mage who had turned into a human stick on the ground.

Steve, Blade and Whistler lost Ian, and the three leaned together to keep warm, which happened to constitute the symbol of the Visandi Triangle. keep out.

The thrown human stick vampire mage attracted their attention.

Steve looked at the vampire mage who had passed out in pain, and frowned and asked, "Wouldn't his limbs disappear by themselves?"

"Of course not!" Ian turned the holy sword that had not been liberated, which looked like a kitchen knife: "I cut off the limbs of this bastard, and blocked his mouth to prevent him shout out."

"If you want to know why, just step over the portal and see for yourself."

Blade and Whistler shook their heads. They had fought vampires for such a long time, and they knew how such beasts tortured ordinary people.

Steve goes through the portal.

Ian snapped his fingers, stabilized the triangular shape of Weissandi's guardian spell, and used positive energy to tear apart the vampires who rushed forward.

"Bastard, bastard!"

Steve ran back quickly, his face livid and furious, his blond hair standing on end like a raging lion.

"They turned the living people into dead things on the assembly line of the slaughterhouse. Does the government just ignore it?"

Whistler and Blade looked at Steve familiarly, but they were not teenagers, and they didn't recognize the young man in front of them as Captain America.

Whistler, who was full of white hair, said mockingly: "Young people are still too naive. Those old men in the government want to become vampires, live forever, and use the blood of all kinds of children to maintain their youth. How can they destroy them?" These guys."

"It is because the current New York Commissioner has a conscience that the police began to pay attention to those disappearances. In the past, Deacon and his men only had to say hello, and the police would not care about anything."

Steve's face became more and more ugly. He grew up in the Great Depression and had no unrealistic illusions about the government, but he was disappointed that the officials colluded with vampires.

At least Roosevelt Jr. was willing to force those tycoons to spit out a little leftovers in order to save the American collective.

How did the government become like this?
Steve's dissatisfaction with the government quickly grew, but instead of showing it, he asked Ian, "What do we do now?"

"Us?" Ian tugged on the mantra lasso, causing the vampire mage to wake up and then passed out from the pain.

"Are you willing to join my team?"

Steve raised his shield and said seriously: "It's impossible for me to watch innocent people die without doing anything."

"The captain deserves to be the captain."

Ian felt the change in Steve's mood and gave a thumbs up, and then said: "Leave these vampires to me, and discuss how to get this cancerous tumor out of New York City back to the sanctuary."

Hearing what Ian said, the three cooperated to give up an open space.

Without the host, the magic ceremony could not run on its own, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and a beam of sunlight penetrated the dark clouds and fell on Ian.

He raised the holy sword, and the complete blade appeared, shouting: "Orange Battle Treasure, return!"

The yellow lotus pod rotates, and a colorful lotus flower flies out from the ground, slowly opening its petals, revealing the three generations of orange war treasures.

Orange Liuxiang's template has reached [-]% integration, and Ian can summon any one of the three generations of mechs at will.

The mecha cockpit opened, and he flew inside. Without the Qinglong Yanyue Saber, he raised the full version of the Holy Dao Sword.

"Fruit Explosive Soldier!"

The holy sword was inserted into the console.

"Disintegrate, upgrade!"

The colorful long sword flew out of the void and inserted into the keyhole behind the mech's head. The hands and feet were separated, the left arm had a shield, and the right arm had an extra blade.

boom!
The five-meter-high mecha fell to the ground, stirring up a gust of wind that stirred up dust and spread it around.

"How can you, a magician, still play with technology?"

Although the third-generation orange battle treasure looks a bit like a general, the solid steel of the mecha still gives people a sci-fi style.

"Just because I can use magic doesn't mean I'm a magician."

Ian responded to Steve's surprise with a smile, then swung his right arm and slashed out with a big knife. The light of the knife mixed with the righteousness of the holy way swept across a large number of vampires.

This is a righteousness that even the rotten black can't counteract. Of course, a group of low-level vampires can't resist.

In particular, the dark clouds overhead were gradually dissipating, and the falling sunlight shone on Xiangcheng Zhanbao, like a Valkyrie reborn.

The lowly vampires were not irrational. When they saw the orange battle treasure, although they roared, they were just trying to hold on, and they wanted to run away a long time ago.

But the order from the superior vampire, let them stay where they are, and fight the Orange War Treasure.

"It's just a chicken with dog ears!"

Ian didn't want to waste time with these cannon fodder, so he just zoomed in.

The blade of the left arm detached from the arm, flew up to the top of the head in a spin, and extended into a complete Yanyue knife.

Holding a long knife, he disappeared in place, and every time he appeared, the light of the knife crossed the street, killing a large number of vampires.

However, the people behind the scenes didn't care about these low-level vampires who could be transformed easily, and wanted to drag Ian down with crowd tactics.

But they couldn't keep up with Ian's speed, so they aimed at the three of Steve.

"A frog at the bottom of a well can only sit in a well and watch the sky, without knowing the vastness of the world."

Ian looked at the vampires coming up, squinted and smiled, and jumped into the sky in the orange battle treasure. The righteousness of the holy way turned into a dragon wrapped around the crescent knife, and shot down to the ground like a meteor.

The beam of light transformed by the righteousness of the holy way penetrates the clouds and goes straight up to the sky, and the light of the knife spreads out like a full moon on the fifteenth day.

The vampires were so frightened that they cried for their father and mother, even ignoring the suppression of their blood, and wanted to escape, but they still turned into fly ash under the light of the knife along with the buildings that had been abandoned long ago.

The mecha fell to the ground, the Yanyue knife turned back to the blade and returned to the arm, and Ian immediately released the mecha.

Steve and the others looked at the streets that had been leveled, their jaws almost dropped.

"Your attack power is too exaggerated?"

"What is this, I haven't done my best yet!"

Ian grabbed the vampire mage, opened the portal leading to the entrance of the New York Temple, and beckoned them to run away:

"Hurry up, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the New York Police will be here soon."

Steve and the three of them didn't know about S.H.I.E.L.D., but they didn't want to be exposed to the authorities, so they hurried to follow.

"What did you kid do, I can see the beam of light you made in Manhattan?"

Ian had just entered the sanctuary, and Modu wanted to ask clearly with a dark face, although his face was originally black.

"These are little things!"

Ian waved his hand and asked Steve to take the two vampire hunters to Casillas, and lifted the vampire mage in his hand.

"Where this guy learned his magic is the most important thing."

After hearing what happened, Modu also realized that the Dark God Book or even other black hands might be involved this time, and he didn't care about the trouble Ian caused, so he dragged him to interrogate the only prisoner in this encounter.

Hell's Kitchen.

New York Police Chief George Stacey listened to his subordinates' report and said displeasedly: "You mean, that beam of light destroyed everything on the ground in the surrounding streets, so we didn't find anything."

The police officer in charge of checking the traces of the scene nodded in embarrassment in front of the chief, wanting to meet the stormy reprimand from his boss.

"You guys work harder, check it a few more times, don't miss any clues."

George was upset, but instead of blaming his men, he encouraged them to keep working.

"No need, Chief Stacey, we have taken over here."

Stacey turned her head to see a bald man and a red-haired woman approaching.

"Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Agency, we are ordered to take over the scene."

"What nonsense organization, I've never heard of it, get out of here, or I'll arrest you all for obstructing official duties." As the chief of the New York Police Department, George is not a rookie who has just entered the society, and he doesn't buy their account at all.

There are so many various departments in the United States, and the county magistrate is not as good as the current one. Even if this bureau is really important, you have to listen to him, the police chief, when you arrive in New York.

Phil Coulson sighed helplessly, and took out a document: "We have an order from the mayor, so it's okay, Chief Stacey?"

George read the order carefully and double-checked, his eyes wandering between the document and Coulson's face.

In the end, he curled his lips and told all the police officers to go home from get off work, leaving no one behind.

Coulson reached out to show his kindness, but George ignored him and drove away.

In his turf, robbing his case, just reaching out to make up, how can there be such a beautiful thing.

"What a director with personality!" Coulson withdrew his hand helplessly, crying and laughing.

"Investigate quickly!" The black widow took off her sunglasses.

Coulson sighed: "In one day, the vampires in New York went crazy, and a man suspected of being Captain America appeared with a shield. What's wrong with this world, or am I crazy?"

"Even if you're really crazy, Fury won't grant you sick leave." Natasha felt a headache looking at the smooth open space.

So clean, how to check?

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