I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

The "Queen," in a state of heightened excitement, seemed to have spotted some prey.

The "Queen" immediately expressed her desire to hunt to him.

Peter stared into the distance, sensing a sinister aura.

It was similar to the aura of his previous successor, which he disliked, but even more so.

"Okay, but remember not to show up in front of ordinary people."

After Peter spoke to it, the "Queen" immediately disappeared into the green belt.

After the "Queen" disappeared, Peter, worried about her safety, decided to follow her.

After all, the title "Queen" is of extraordinary significance as a combination of himself and Helen.

He naturally didn't want anything to happen to the other party.

"Wow!"

Wings grew from his back.

This time, Peter didn't use spider silk to fly through the air, but instead used his vampire abilities to get directly to his destination.

Following the trail of the "Queen," he soon landed in front of a house in Brooklyn.

The moment he landed, a strong smell of blood immediately reached him.

Chapter 300 Elsa and Dr. Pym

The question now is not whether he can bring himself to do it, but that if he doesn't fire soon, the monster will tear him apart.

"Damn it! Damn it! Die!"

Roaring, Stanislav raised his pistol and repeatedly pulled the trigger.

Then the monster moved with incredible speed and agility, and no matter how he pulled the trigger, he couldn't hit it.

"Boom!"

The monster, now possessing his son's body, made incoherent sounds and leaped onto the stairs with a "thump."

Stanislav took a step forward, raised his gun, and fired a shot into the darkness, relying on his instincts.

"boom!"

The sound of bullets hitting the wooden stairs rang out, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

The monster that wasn't hit by the gun immediately pounced on him.

The cleaver grazed his face.

With a "bang," he was not hit by the knife, but was violently pushed away.

It slammed heavily to the ground, and the pistol in Stanislav's hand was thrown away.

Coughing, he spat out a mouthful of blood as he watched the monster slowly approach him.

The other party's eyes emitted a yellow light, as if they were a demon from hell that could steal one's soul.

The monster with the body of his son did not come up to kill him, but instead let out a sinister laugh.

The other person was carrying gasoline that they might have found in the garage.

It was in a red bucket that could hold 5 gallons of gasoline, which he usually used to refuel his car.

Then, to his horror, the other person began pouring gasoline from the kitchen where his neighbor was lying, soaking the tablecloth and the carpet on the floor.

Then the monster went into the living room and poured amber-colored gasoline on the carpet, sofa, magazine rack, and chairs.

Finally, the terrifying-looking monster went downstairs into the hall and then headed towards the bedroom at the back.

The entire room reeked of gasoline.

"Fake!"

He had already guessed that the monster wanted to set the room on fire.

Do not!

I must stop him!

He tried to stand up, but felt a sudden weakness throughout his body.

A piercing pain shot through my back and shoulders, and I grimaced at the slightest movement.

Just when he thought he was about to be burned to death in despair, he suddenly heard a faint rustling sound.

That sound seemed to be coming from above.

Puzzled, he immediately looked up.

All they saw was a shadow flash across the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Jack, who was preparing to light a fire in the living room, also sensed something.

He turned around in confusion, only to be greeted by a dark figure exuding a strong smell of blood.

The presence, carrying a strong smell of blood, slammed "Jack" directly into the wall.

With a "bang," the entire wall shook slightly.

The monster "Jack" that fell from the wall no longer wore a creepy smile; instead, it wore a deep look of fear.

An instinctive feeling, stemming from his biological nature, made him suddenly realize that the creature attacking him was a being of a higher level than himself.

After letting out a piercing scream, he suddenly jumped up and darted away, preparing to escape from this place.

As a result, his shoulder was pierced by a claw, and blood gushed out immediately.

Stanis, who was lying on the ground not far away, finally saw what it was.

A terrifying black creature with an appearance that is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

The chilling exoskeleton, the grotesque skull face, the swift movement speed, and the ferocious and brutal strength made him hold his breath.

As he watched, the "Queen" opened her mouth, dripping with slime, and approached the monster's body.

The once arrogant monster trembled in fear.

"Crack!"

The next second, a sinister creature suddenly appeared and pierced through "Jack's" chest with its tongue.

Blood flowed down Jack's body.

With a "thud," "Jack" fell to the ground.

The kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Stanislav stared in disbelief at the "Queen" who had killed the monster in one fell swoop, his mouth slightly agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

What kind of monster is this?

The seemingly powerful monster, carrying its own son's body, was instantly killed?

He swallowed hard, wanting to say something, but then felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and immediately collapsed to the ground unconscious.

"So... what kind of monster is this?"

Under the dim streetlights, Russell asked Elsa Bloodstone.

Elsa said she smelled an unusual dark creature, and the two began to follow Elsa's senses to track the creature's trail.

How much do you know about vampires?

Elsa stopped and asked him.

"It should be slightly more than the average person, not only because of my identity as a werewolf, which is the enemy of vampires, but also because I know quite a few vampires among my friends."

He thought of Blade and Vampire Princess.

Okay, these two aren't the kind of vampires who wantonly harm humans; on the contrary, they're beings who make a living by hunting vampires.

However, both of their origins are more or less related to vampires.

Elsa stroked the holster with the family crest and said, "Early vampires didn't have the standard features of today's vampires, like 'long teeth and sharp fangs' and 'big lapels'—early stories have various versions of vampires, such as repulsive wandering ghosts or unfortunate patients."

"By the 18th century, vampires had actually 'stepped out' of the stories, and many local authorities and even churches believed that vampires were a real existence."

She paused for a moment and continued:

"Then, a vampire frenzy swept through the Balkans and Eastern Europe. Countless people were accused of being vampires, and many were dug up or nailed to stakes before their bodies were even cold."

Russell nodded. “I know. It was because of this movement that later Romantic writers were inspired by this bloody history and transformed the image of vampires into ‘decadent aristocrats’ who prey on ordinary people. A ‘bloodthirsty class’ was created.”

He asked Elsa, "Does this have anything to do with the monster we were talking about? Are we tracking a vampire?"

"That's not a vampire."

Elsa said, "It was during that period that countless corpses were dug up, but these mutilated corpses did not turn into vampires, but into a kind of bloodthirsty creature that we call 'zombies' because their bodies had become rigid, but they retained some of their past memories."

"Hmm, I've heard of similar monsters."

Bertrand Russell once told him, "He looks a lot like the zombies that are popular in China."

"This is completely different."

Elsa explained, "The corpses that become these evil creatures have marks on their surface indicating that they were torn apart by some kind of animal. It looks as if a monster from deep underground dug a hole, took a part of the corpse, and then gave it an evil soul."

Russell nodded upon hearing this. "That sounds rather creepy. It reminds me of Krogh. I guess if this monster were to be resurrected, it would probably go after his family, because his family is what he remembers most, right?"

(Kroger: A demon summoned by a magician to serve him two hundred years ago. He can breathe fire, enjoys possessing other people's bodies and devouring their souls, and can also transform into various animals or human forms.)

“You guessed right, Russell.”

Elsa raised her gun, aiming it at the void in the pitch-black night. "So we have to take down these dark creatures."

As they talked, they followed the scent and soon arrived at Stanis's house.

The pungent smell of gasoline filled their nostrils.

After exchanging a glance, the two quickly entered the room.

The gruesome sight of the corpse in the living room startled the two of them.

"here!"