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At the same time, Yang Qiu also released control over Pike, leaving the battle to Pike's killing instincts. Otherwise, if he were to control him, Pike's strength would certainly not be able to be fully utilized.

The instant the control ended, Pike's harpoon in his right hand shot out and pierced the vampire's body in front of him. As the harpoon dragged him along, the distance between them rapidly shortened.

With a whoosh, the stabbed vampire transformed into a bat, screaming as it attacked Pike.

With a thud, Pyke activated his Shadow Step ability and vanished from the enemy's sight.

The vampire slammed on the brakes, stopping at the point of charge, and reformed into human form. He felt a little nervous.

When he received the order, he knew that the enemy Prince Dracula was facing this time was definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise he would not have sent out two count-level vampires.

However, he was not yet able to adapt to the situation where all his senses were failing, something that had never happened before when facing enemies.

With a whoosh, Pike materialized behind the vampire, and the undulating water transformed into multiple whips that bound the target.

Faced with the sudden attack, the vampire instantly vaporized to dodge the blow, and his blood congealed in the air, colliding directly with the water.

Another vampire by the ship yawned boredly. Although the enemy was strong, he believed that victory was only a matter of time.

But the vampire in the midst of battle didn't think so. The released blood was slowly slipping out of his control. Every time it collided with the water flow controlled by Pike, he found that the blood was diluted. The diluted blood became much more difficult to control, and the excess water was also hard to drain.

"Help! I need help!" the vampire cried out to his companion.

However, one more count wouldn't make a difference to Pike. He naturally counters enemies whose main attack methods are physical and blood attacks. The only problem is that the enemy is also immune to physical attacks, so killing him in a short time is not easy.

As the two blood-red figures intertwined with the flowing water, the blood servants below were gripped by extreme fear. They wanted to escape, but the suppression of their bloodline prevented them from taking a single step.

No! We have to retreat! We can't beat him!

Fear and hesitation gripped the two vampires. The longer they lived, the more afraid they became of death. At most, they would be punished if they escaped, but if they continued fighting like this, their blood concentration would dilute to a certain level, and they would not be able to be sure if they would survive.

"You are already on my list; you have a place in the ocean!"

Pike issued a threatening statement, and water began to seep from the surrounding ground.

Two X-shaped marks appeared below the two vampires, and the water in their blood, controlled by Pike, suddenly turned into ropes, restricting their movement.

A fatal blow! A vengeance that will last forever!

Driven by the hatred in Pyke's heart, the mark turned black directly with the water flow. Pyke's body leaped high into the air, splitting into two afterimages at the peak and slashing down.

Swish!Swish!

After the phantom passed through the two vampires, Pike's figure solidified behind them.

The combined physical and mental attack severely injured the two counts, causing them to collapse to the ground in limp human form.

The surrounding blood servants, under their control, rushed frantically toward them. They needed to replenish their blood. Although absorbing the blood of the blood servants would affect the purity of their own bloodline, they couldn't care less about death at the last minute.

boom!

Two powerful jets of water burst through the ground, slamming the vampire into the air. Under the overwhelming force of their numbers, the vampire's blood became increasingly contaminated with impurities.

Once their ability to control their blood decreased to a certain extent, death befell them.

After the main enemy was dealt with, the Blood Servants below were no match for them. They only had slightly better regeneration, and were far from being immune to physical attacks. So, ten minutes later, the entire port was completely emptied.

During the killing, Yang Qiu also manipulated Parker to conduct interrogations. These blood servants didn't know much; there were only two useful pieces of information.

One: The two vampires are both earls. The vampire hierarchy is duke, marquis, earl, viscount, baron, and prince is above all other vampires.

Second: The cargo being transported this time consists of humans, two containers full of humans, intended to be food for vampires in New York. In their view, the food needs to be changed frequently, otherwise the quality of the blood will deteriorate too quickly.

Chapter 8 The Ancient Monster Hunter

(Happy Labor Day, everyone!)

After Pike wiped out the entire Bloodhand Gang once again, the belated S.H.I.E.L.D. agents rescued the humans trapped in the shipping containers and also gave Pike a slap on the wrist, pointing out that vampires are a race that should not be exposed to ordinary people according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s regulations.

However, these things were not of much concern to Yang Qiu, whose mind was already focused on how to deal with the entire vampire race.

What he needs now are killers specializing in vampires. Pike is all alone, and cleaning up all the vampires in New York will keep him busy enough.

A month later, after his spiritual energy storage pool had become more abundant, Yang Qiu began designing the script. In the past month, he had selected all the actors and designed the plot of the script. Now that he had enough resources, it was time to start the fourth script.

Olympia, the largest city in Washington state, is just as vibrant as New York City, and in some ways even surpasses it, such as its nightlife.

Olympia wasn't once the most vibrant nightclub city until a group of nocturnal vampires arrived there. Under their leadership, the number of nightclubs in the city grew rapidly, multiplying several times over in just a few years.

“Bowie, how about we go somewhere different tonight? I got an invitation to a special nightclub, and I can bring one more person. Want to come with me?” Kencia raised an eyebrow at a colleague, showing off his gold-embossed invitation.

"A special nightclub? How special could it be?" Bowie asked in a low voice, a knowing smile on his face.

“You know what I mean~” Kencia replied with the same smile.

When the two entered the nightclub that night, they were immediately taken aback. The luxurious decor was one thing, but what was even more striking was the sheer number of beautiful women inside.

A quick glance revealed that they all had incredibly curvaceous figures, with prominent breasts and buttocks, which immediately excited the two of them.

In the booming music room, the DJ kept setting the rhythm, and men and women wandered in the center of the dance floor, their hands groping the women in front of them, receiving one seductive glance after another.

"Fellow countrymen, welcome to tonight's midnight party! Let's get moving from now on!" the host shouted on stage.

“Compatriot, this is the first time I’ve ever heard such a word. This place is really interesting, don’t you think?” Bowie said loudly to the woman in front of him.

"Want to know why he said that? Come closer, I'll tell you." The woman licked her lips, clearly unable to contain herself any longer.

Bao Wei swallowed hard, moved a little closer, and was about to enjoy himself when the entire nightclub suddenly erupted in noise.

"Blade! It's Blade!"

Bao Wei noticed that after this name appeared, the woman in front of him suddenly changed her expression and began to frantically push backward.

Before he could even understand what was happening, a strong smell of blood filled Bowie's nose.

Looking back, I saw a black man wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses wielding a long sword, hacking his way in through the doorway.

Terrorists!

A thought flashed through Bao Wei's mind, and he quickly crouched down to the side to avoid it, bumping into a man with a thud.

"Kencia? What are you standing there for? Run!" Bowie's voice trailed off as he spoke. His companion was pale, drool was dripping from his mouth, and blood was still seeping from the two holes in his neck.

In the end what happened!

Bowie was filled with questions when he suddenly realized that the crowd around him had all disappeared, leaving only a few men like Kencia standing there, not reacting to anything happening around them.

Rat-a-tat-tat, gunshots rang out in the nightclub. Bowie convulsed twice and fell to the ground. Even as death approached, he still didn't understand what had happened.

Amidst a hail of bullets, Blade, his body hunched, darted behind various covers, his weapon positioned to shield his vitals. As a half-vampire, as long as his vitals weren't hit, ordinary bullets wouldn't harm him. His healing ability was comparable to that of a count-level vampire, only lacking the many bizarre powers.

Several grenades rolled out from behind cover and exploded suddenly in the center of the nightclub. The burst of ultraviolet light swept through the entire nightclub, and screams of agony rang out from all directions.

At the crucial moment when the gunfire subsided, Blade stepped forward and slashed at the enemy in front of him with his longsword, but the sword only left a trail of blood mist.

Blade's pupils contracted slightly!

Damn it! This is a trap! A vampire who can vaporize under ultraviolet light must have a title, and judging from the fact that he was completely unaffected by the silver-plated longsword, he is likely more than just a baron!

"I've always wanted to taste Blade's blood; it must taste different from the blood of ordinary people."

"I don't want to. I heard his blood is rotten, hahaha."

On the second floor of the nightclub, two vampires laughed wantonly, seeing Blade below as a caged tiger, at most fighting back against a cornered beast.

Blade's eyes were constantly scanning the nightclub. There were two on the second floor and three on the first floor, at least five Barons. This was troublesome; there had been a major problem with their intelligence gathering!

Yang Qiu, who has an omniscient perspective in the development of the script, had already predicted Blade's predicament. During his early investigation, he discovered the vampire's conspiracy against Blade. However, this was just right, as this scene was simply the perfect prelude to the script.

Prologue: The Ancient Monster Hunter

"Hey kid, you're pretty good. Want to hang out with me?"

Just as the atmosphere in the nightclub was about to explode, a voice came from the roof. Blade looked up and saw a bearded man in a tattered coat hanging there.

The other vampires also noticed this, and when they looked at each other, they saw doubt in each other's eyes. When this person was not speaking, their senses did not detect the presence of any outsiders.

Blade turned his gaze back to the enemy. Normally, he would do his best to protect that person and help them escape, but now, he was in dire straits himself, so he didn't have that thought anymore.

"Looks like you don't believe me. Come on, let me show you a couple of tricks."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gunshot rang out, the bullet hitting right at Blade's feet, startling him.

"Uh... this thing is really hard to use. Forget it, I'll stick with the old stuff. Let me introduce myself, my name is Van Helsing, and I'm a monster hunter." Van Helsing released his grip, and the blade landed on its edge.

While Blade remained silent and indifferent, Van Helsing looked at the five vampires. "Tsk tsk, with such a commotion, I thought there would be at least an earl or marquis. Turns out, they're all little bats at the viscount level. Hey, didn't the guy who first embraced you tell you to run away when you hear the name Van Helsing?"

As Van Helsing spoke, he raised the crossbow bolt in his hand.

Is this person trying to be funny?

The five viscounts decided to launch a joint attack. They had originally wanted to chat with Blade a bit more, but the arrival of the clown spoiled their mood, so they decided to just kill him.

Chapter Nine: It Turns Out the Clown Was Me

*Thud!* The moment the vampire lunged forward, Van Helsing's crossbow twanged, and an arrow shot out, whistling through the air.

The attacked vampire made no attempt to dodge; in his perception, the arrow was not silver-plated and could not harm him.

"You dare to take an Arcane Shot head-on? It seems you've really forgotten about me." Van Helsing's tone was complex. As he spoke, he looked at the other four vampires. Taking an Arcane Shot without dodging or flinching would have been just as bad for any other count.

Arcane Shot? As the viscount was wondering, the arrow that touched his chest burst forth with blue light. The arcane energy contained within the light interfered with his body, preventing him from turning into mist or bats. He was pinned to the ground and then exploded into a cloud of dust.

Before he died, he had only one thought: the clown was actually himself.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Before the other vampires could even react to their companion's death, Van Helsing reached for his waist with his right hand, and a silver sword appeared in his palm.

As a monster hunter, Van Helsing is a sharpshooter, a top hunter, and a master swordsman. Several sword lights flashed in the air, and the vampire in front of Van Helsing was cut into several pieces. Then, under the impact of silver and energy, it exploded into ashes and scattered in the air.

After easily dealing with the two vampires attacking him, Van Helsing crossed his arms and looked towards Blade. Blade's current situation was not good; the combined attack of the three viscounts was clearly beyond his ability to handle.

At this moment, the vampires in the midst of battle also noticed the two companions killed by Van Helsing. Only a dozen seconds had passed since the attack began, and their confidence collapsed instantly, causing them to turn and flee.

Blade naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity. He swung his sword backhand, ready to pursue. The vampire he had his eye on, seeing that he couldn't escape, simply turned around and fought desperately. If he could tear Blade's heart apart and blow his head off, Blade would have a hard time surviving.

With a sudden whistle, a small blue bird with flapping wings appeared on Blade's body, erecting a one-way defensive shield for him. The vampire viscount's desperate counterattack hit the shield, and under these circumstances, Blade easily defeated the enemy in front of him.

Then he turned to look at the older man he had begun to look down on.

Van Helsing held a longbow that he had somehow produced, with two feathered arrows nocked on it.

Multiple shots! Concussive shots!

Two arrows shot out of the longbow at the same time, hitting the two fleeing vampires accurately. However, this time, they did not die immediately when they were pinned to the ground, but continued to struggle.