People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 208 Quite possessive of food

The torchlight flickered uneasily in the evening breeze, and the crowd finally saw the angel's face clearly.

It has grayish-white, withered skin, a bald head, and limbs that are different from those of ordinary people, with black claws growing on its hands and feet.

The vampire swept its gaze across the islanders on the ground, and without a word, grabbed the man closest to it.

The man who was arrested did not resist; instead, he looked devout and repeatedly expressed his gratitude, as if an angel was about to bestow good news upon him: "Thank you for the Lord's grace! Thank you—"

A hint of doubt flashed in the vampire's eyes. It couldn't understand what the human was muttering, but it naturally wouldn't refuse such a free meal.

It opened its mouth, revealing its fangs, and was about to bite down on the man's neck.

"Lord!!"

Just then, Father Paul stumbled out of the house.

Facing this angel he had seen countless times before, he showed no fear. He knelt on the ground with practiced ease, raising his hands high: "Angel of the Lord! You have finally answered my prayers! Please send down a miracle to save these believers who have been deceived by wicked men!"

Hearing Paul's tearful plea, Suren shook her head inwardly, feeling that her previous thoughts were simply laughable.

Just as he was leaving, Paul stopped him; at that time, he still believed that the priest could be saved.

But now it seems that it was just Paul's subconscious behavior and did not represent his stance.

Perhaps, he simply didn't want to see Suren die, and even less did he want the people on the island to bear the sin of murder.

But Father Paul himself did not change much; he remained entrenched in his own twisted logic, worshipping this monster as an angel.

They even describe people's normal eating as a sacred baptism.

Upon hearing Father Paul's praise, the vampire actually grinned at everyone in a human-like manner.

Then, it bit through the islander's neck.

"Pfft"

Hot blood gushed out, and the gurgling sound of swallowing was incessant.

The islander whose neck was being bitten convulsed, his brows furrowed in pain, but his bloodless face revealed an expression of immense happiness.

Those around them looked on with envy.

"Praise be to God!"

Father Paul, with tears in his eyes, bowed his head to the ground, preparing to welcome a new miracle.

However, before the vampire could even take a couple of sips of blood, a blur flashed by.

"boom!"

The vampire's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing through several wooden fences before finally slamming into a tree trunk.

Suren stopped what she was doing, looked at the vampire who, even as it flew backward, was still clinging tightly to the islander's body, and sneered, "Quite possessive of its food."

Beneath the tree roots, the vampire, kicked away, roared in anger.

It shoved the islander's body into its mouth and bit down hard, leaving its cheeks caved in.

In the blink of an eye, the body deflated like a balloon with all the air sucked out, quickly turning into a skin and bones dried-up corpse.

The vampire casually tossed the dried corpse aside, flapped its wings violently, and flew towards Suren with its sharp claws outstretched.

Suren stood still, watching the vampire fly towards her, and suddenly reached out her right hand, grabbing the vampire's wrist.

Then, he twisted his waist, using the force of the other person's downward lunge to lift him up and slam him heavily to the ground.

"Bang!"

Dirt flew everywhere, and a shallow crater was created in the ground.

The vampire was stunned by the blow, its wings flapping behind it, but it couldn't get up no matter what it did.

"fly?"

Suren stepped forward and stomped on the vampire's back, pinning him to the ground.

He bent down, grabbed the base of the vampire's two huge wings on its back with both hands, and pulled hard.

"Rip!"

"Roar!!!"

The vampire's screams echoed through the night sky, and large amounts of dark red blood sprayed out.

Suren tossed the two fleshy wings aside expressionlessly.

"Stop! You damned devil!"

Father Paul, who was kneeling in the distance, saw this and rushed over as if he had gone mad.

He clung tightly to Suren's leg, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at the vampire beneath his feet: "You're blaspheming an angel! You'll go to hell! The Lord will never forgive you!"

Suren glanced down at him, too lazy to say another word.

He raised his foot, aimed it at the vampire's head, and stomped down.

"puff!!!"

Suren felt as if she had stepped on an overripe watermelon; the vampire's head instantly exploded into a pulp, and scalding blood splattered all over Paul's face.

His roar abruptly stopped, and he stared blankly at the headless corpse on the ground.

That was the island's hope for a new life, a guarantee for his daughter and lover, and the object of his day and night prayers.

Now, that hope is like a stray dog ​​on the roadside, easily trampled to death.

"No—no!!"

The collapse of his faith drove Paul to madness. He knelt on the ground, wiped the blood from his face, pointed at Suren, and demanded angrily, "You killed it! You killed the Lord's messenger! You brought the devil with you! We will all go to hell—"

"Okay, then we'll see you in hell someday."

Suren, too lazy to pay any more attention to this mad idiot, walked toward the islanders who were already terrified.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out one after another.

To prevent these people, who had drunk vampire blood and were at risk of mutating at any time, from escaping and biting others, Suren simply broke all their legs.

Anyway, they still have vampire blood in their bodies, so as long as they don't die on the spot, their short legs injury will heal on its own in a few days.

Then, he found some thick hemp ropes at the priest's house, tied up the group of screaming islanders, and dragged them into the granary.

After dealing with these people, Suren dusted off his hands and returned to the front of the house.

He looked at Father Paul, who was still slumped on the ground in a daze, and threw him a piece of rope: "Will you do it yourself, or shall I?"

Father Paul's eyes were vacant; he just stared blankly at the vampire's corpse, muttering to himself, completely oblivious to what Suren was saying to him.

Just then, a series of disordered footsteps came from afar.

The town's sheriff, after receiving a report of a shooting, arrived breathlessly with a few of his men.

However, when they saw the horrific scene, they all stopped in their tracks and gasped in shock.

Father Paul, who was usually revered, was now covered in blood and kneeling before the corpse of a headless monster, looking like a madman.

Not far away, on the ground, lay not only dried-up corpses drained of blood and headless bodies, but also a pair of enormous fleshy wings belonging to an unknown creature.

The strong, pungent smell of blood pulled the sheriff back to reality from his shock.

Then, he abruptly drew his pistol from his waist, pointed it at the only remaining standing white-haired youth, and sternly warned, "Don't move! Put your hands up!"

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