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Although the masked men had been somewhat distracted by various methods, the wolf howl and the sudden appearance of the terrifying werewolf instantly brought them back to their senses, and they screamed and scattered in all directions.

Although the hall was not small, all the doors were locked. Before the ceremony was completed, there was no way to leave. Where could they escape to?

They could only try their best to avoid Lawrence, like sheep being herded.

The vampire Lestat had been performing a "blood-drinking ritual" almost every week, and each time his psionic energy surged.

This ritual is quite demanding and requires extensive preparation. In particular, it requires many young girls as offerings, which, even for the Demon Clan, is a large-scale event comparable to the Lunar New Year.

Lestat was incredibly reckless, gambling that he could raise his psionic energy to Iron 5 before other human superhuman forces came after him, and even find a way to advance to Bronze.

Unexpectedly, instead of finding the human supernatural forces, a werewolf came looking for trouble first.

When he entered Liberty City through the Otherworld, he casually killed Lawrence's fiancée, but he didn't care at all, let alone know that Lawrence had come for revenge. However, simply interfering with his blood-drinking ritual was enough to enrage him!

"Damn beast!" Lesta bared his fangs, his expression ferocious, and was about to pounce on the charging werewolf to tear him apart.

Then a gunshot rang out!

With a "bang," he turned into a ball of flame, or rather, he was struck and ignited by a high-intensity psionic blast.

However, the person engulfed in flames and struggling on the ground for several seconds was not Lestat.

In that instant, he sensed a deadly threat and instinctively used a substitution spell.

The people behind him were not ordinary people, or rather, they were no longer ordinary people.

They are Lesta's blood slaves, those who undergo a special transformation after being sucked blood, existing somewhere between humans and vampires. Although stronger than humans, they are much weaker than vampires, and they are not afraid of sunlight.

This is a technology developed by vampires in the last hundred years specifically to counter the existence of the Hag race. It's considered the greatest compliment to the Hag race. As for becoming a vampire, that's just a dream.

What good can come of being a simp? Do you think you can become the master by sucking up to him?

Converting blood slaves also requires a considerable amount of extraordinary materials, and with over twenty of them behind Lesta, the cost was naturally enormous. It was precisely because the Demonic Clan was secretly supporting him that he was able to create over twenty blood slaves to serve him.

After all, manpower is needed to lure naive young girls who are chasing their dreams into becoming food for the gods, and to entice wealthy, bored, and aging successful people to participate in the ceremony, as well as various other actions that represent the world.

At this point, the greatest role of the blood slaves becomes apparent.

With a single move, Castling, Lestat and a Blood Slave were swapped.

Zhao Hao's sneak attack with the little cricket shot failed to achieve its goal, only killing one blood slave.

The little cricket in Zhao Hao's hand was actually a psionic weapon from the Bureau of Mysteries. After the battle at Sally's Church, it became Zhao Hao's operational equipment, far superior to Fatty's Mauser C96 pistol…

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Chapter 133 Looking at the Demon-Revealing Mirror

The ceremony had just begun when a werewolf suddenly jumped out and disrupted the proceedings, infuriating Lestat.

However, just as he was about to shatter it into pieces, a sense of crisis suddenly arose. Without thinking, he used his substitute, swapping places with a blood slave.

Then the blood slave was shot dead from the shadows, and was even burned by psionic flames, screaming and rolling on the ground, dying a very miserable death.

If it weren't for that instinct in that critical moment, Lesta's fate would have been to withstand the fire a little longer than that blood slave, and even if he hadn't died, he would have been skinned alive!

The other party has accomplices!

With a roar, Lestat transformed into a blur and hid behind the numerous blood slaves.

Hearing his roar, the blood slaves rushed forward to shield him, while also attacking the werewolves in plain sight.

The blood slaves, their veins bulging and their expressions fanatical, charged toward the werewolf Lawrence. Facing the monstrous werewolf who was over two meters tall, they felt no fear whatsoever.

Several masked figures who couldn't dodge in time were instantly knocked away by these blood slaves. The blood slaves were much stronger than ordinary people due to their enhanced abilities; their speed and strength were approaching the level of top athletes, and they were fearless and obedient to orders.

Blood slaves are, after all, created by vampires to serve them, with backdoors left in their way. Faced with their master's forceful commands, they have absolutely no capacity for independent thought.

Although the blood slaves were all bulging with veins and looked ferocious, they were no match for Lawrence, the werewolf.

Lawrence leaped over ten meters, his head nearly hitting the five-meter-high ceiling, and then stomped a blood slave under his feet. Instantly, bones broke, tendons snapped, blood splattered, and the slave was reduced to a puddle of mud.

Then, the two sharp claws swept wildly, tearing the blood slave and several masked men around them to shreds!

His fingernails were nearly ten centimeters long, like giant hooks, and he possessed immense strength, making him a veritable killing machine.

Lestat knew that a single vampire slave couldn't stop a werewolf. However, he wasn't particularly concerned about the werewolf. Although the beast did possess brute strength, the noble vampires had plenty of ways to subdue him.

Lestat was more worried about the person who secretly shot him and almost got him killed.

The scene was in complete chaos, with masked people screaming and wailing and running around everywhere. Some were so frightened by the bloody and terrifying scene that they collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating.

In such a chaotic scene, how could he possibly find the person who attacked him? He even had to worry about being shot in the back again.

He hid behind several blood slaves, constantly changing positions, his eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for enemies with the unique vision of a vampire.

In his eyes, the blood flow in the veins of the running and screaming livestock was clearly visible; a person's physical condition could be discerned through blood flow. And those enemies whose physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people would be particularly conspicuous.

But as I said before, there were just too many people, layer upon layer, constantly moving, making his eyes blurry.

Several seconds passed, and he still hadn't found the enemy.

We can't afford to delay any longer. In less than ten seconds, that filthy, sharp-beaked beast has already torn apart its five blood slaves.

The ceremony has been disrupted and caused such a commotion that it can no longer continue here. Since that's the case, let's go all the way!

Lestat suddenly raised a strangely shaped gold cup inlaid with a red gemstone. He opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, and uttered an extremely shrill and piercing incantation.

The masked people who were fleeing, wishing they could squeeze into the cracks in the ground, suddenly had a jolt in their minds and then involuntarily began to go berserk.

An indescribable rage suddenly filled their hearts, and a fat man grabbed his female companion by the neck, strangling her tightly with a ferocious expression.

"Go to hell, you bitch!" His voice was extremely furious as he used all his strength to choke the woman's neck.

Just then, a woman behind him picked up a half-broken champagne bottle from the ground and stabbed it viciously into the obese man's lower back.

But then, another woman grabbed him from behind and bit off his ear!

Almost instantly, all the masked men present went berserk.

They viewed each other as their father's killer, grabbing and biting with their hands and teeth, determined to kill each other.

The vast majority of these masked figures had participated in several blood-drinking rituals and drunk "blood wine that could preserve youth and vitality."

At this moment, the vampire Lestat used the Blood Grail, a supernatural item used in the ritual, to instantly ignite the bloodlust in these people's hearts.

They were surrounded by masked men killing each other, and even Zhao Hao and the fat man were attacked several times.

At this point, they could no longer hide; these reckless ordinary people were already a headache enough.

Furthermore, Zhao Hao and the fat man couldn't indiscriminately kill these people. Although they deserved their fate, they couldn't afford to kill large numbers of them. Otherwise, they would be in serious trouble!

People who aren't afraid of death are terrifying. If a group of people aren't afraid of death, it's a disaster.

At this moment, Zhao Hao was no longer thinking about shooting Lesta in the back; he had to find a way to solve the problem at hand.

Zhao Hao threw a graceful noblewoman to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, leaving her unable to get up. Then, he turned around and delivered a groin kick, finishing off a middle-aged man.

At this moment, he was somewhat relieved that Gou Quan and the fat ratman Jim hadn't come, otherwise they would have torn him to pieces and eaten him!

This can't go on.

"Fatty! To catch the thief, catch the leader first!" Zhao Hao shouted, revealing himself.

Just as Lestat found him, he used the BGM card "Song of September 9th".

A song drifted from somewhere, reaching deep into everyone's hearts.

"On this Double Ninth Festival night, we are separated again, and those who yearn for home are adrift far from home..."

As the song began, the people who were working themselves to the bone gradually stopped what they were doing.

They stood there, lost in thought. They seemed to see mountains and a bright moon in the night, the tranquil night scene captivating them.

At this point, their minds were severely damaged. First, the Blood Grail's rage catalyzed their actions, and then the background music added to the tension, leaving them standing there bewildered.

This tug-of-war-like spiritual energy was bound to cause them damage. But Zhao Hao didn't care; he had already done more than enough by not drawing his Dragon-Slaying Saber to sweep away ten enemies at once.

Lestat instantly transformed into a blur as he rushed towards Zhao Hao, but Zhao Hao suddenly kicked him in the left side.

With a "bang," Lestat crossed his arms to block Zhao Hao's kick, but he was also kicked several meters away.

The shadow rushing straight at him was just an illusion. But illusions can't fool Zhao Hao's eyes.

"Back off, you idiot! Let me handle this!" the fat man shouted, already lighting the tortoise shell pistol in his hand.

But Naresta was incredibly fast, darting wildly through the bewildered crowd in an instant. After firing three shots, the fat man dared not fire again, as it would easily injure the masked men.

Zhao Hao turned around and punched a blood slave who pounced on him, then stepped on his chest, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices.

Lawrence had already charged toward Nalesta, smashing through several masked figures in the process, showing no mercy.

Nalesta was approached by the werewolf, but surprisingly, she didn't lose ground for a moment.

His speed and reflexes were incredibly fast. Although he didn't appear particularly strong, his strength was several times that of an ordinary person. Moreover, his fingernails grew long, becoming as sharp and tough as daggers.

A werewolf and a vampire were locked in a fast-paced battle, like two shadows locked in a desperate struggle.

However, Lawrence, who was taller and stronger than Leista, was defeated in the twenty-second exchange and had seven or eight thin, deep wounds on his body.

However, werewolves have strong bodies and outstanding regenerative abilities, so such injuries are nothing to worry about.

However, without Zhao Hao and Fatty, Lawrence would have been completely outmaneuvered by Lestat.

"Watch out for the hidden weapon!" The fat man threw out a spherical object.

Given Lestat's speed, he naturally couldn't be hit. But that thing exploded in mid-air.

With a bang, a burst of light erupted.

These are pieces of equipment developed by professional witchers specifically for vampires, known as Sunburst Bullets. The fat man bought three.

Sunlight is very harmful to vampires. Even though Lestat was a veteran vampire, she still screamed and involuntarily covered her eyes.

In just over a second, his body was steaming, and a small portion of his crimson spiritual energy evaporated.

Lawrence was also blinded by the solar flare, but he still rushed over, intending to bite Lestat's neck and rip his head off.

But Lestat suddenly burst out of a cloud of blood mist, which seemed to be highly corrosive, instantly tearing Lawrence's skin and flesh apart.

Meanwhile, two unfortunate masked men nearby screamed in agony as their bodies were drained of blood, leaving them almost completely dried up.

Lestat seized the opportunity to kick Lawrence in the chest, and used the recoil to escape a great distance.

The next second, he transformed into a bat and flew swiftly towards the edge of the hall.