binary dead train

Chapter 553 Demon Hunter (Happy New Year!)
Bang!
It was a rough gunshot, which did not belong to any kind of firearm in Turing's memory.

A large group of shadows passed through the thick fog, the horseshoes hammering the ground, the ear-piercing neighing, the clanging and shaking carriage, and the sound of gunshots——

That's a convoy.

A large number of ghouls and a few vampires crawled out of the tomb in all directions and rushed towards the carriage, but they didn't pay much attention to Turing.Obviously, the sudden ringing of the bell was not aimed at him, but the train of carriages that suddenly appeared.

Now Turing knows the real name of these zombies - ghouls.

The erupting phantom limbs pierced through the heads of several ghouls, turning their decayed brains into purple-black slag all over the place, and then his figure flashed across the tombstone, and in the blink of an eye, all the tentacles were constricted, turning into took the shape of a ghoul.

But the blindfold at this moment didn't seem to confuse the dead creatures that came out again later.They rushed towards Turing under the neighing of a Nosferatu vampire.The second failure of the holographic image finally allowed Turing to confirm that these creatures had the ability to recognize his body.According to the vampires who had been killed before, this most likely came from the "smell" on their own body.

After a brief pause, Turing's thinking switched to the firefly network.

Those were four traveling carriages, but their moving speed was close to that of ordinary cars in the real world.The thick fog obscured the details above, but it could be recognized from the outline that the horses were wearing some kind of armor, and it was by no means the harness that Turing had seen.

Looking at the flashing purple gunfire on the harness, a ghoul was hit on the head on the spot and fell to the ground. Amidst the heart-piercing screams, dark purple lines spread spirally from the bullet holes, gradually igniting At the same time, it became chaotic, like some kind of scorched charcoal shattered, and spread to the whole body at an extremely fast speed.A burst of purple light flashed, and the ghoul turned into coke on the spot.

Burning evil light?

Turing is not sure, but the people on this carriage are most likely from the [Evil Smite Alliance], that is, "demon hunters" from one of the four camps.

This glimpse lasted only for a short moment. Turing, a colleague who was processing information at high speed in the sub-brain compiler, was also distracted in front of him. The phantom limb grabbed the head of a ghoul and threw it viciously. It smashed a Nosferatu vampire commanding in the rear.

At the same time, there was a burst of alarm from the firefly network——

The group of fireflies has been eroded by unknown energy and is rapidly depleting!
Turing immediately felt that a large number of fireflies were dying, and judging from the screen sent back, it was the same scarlet energy that was eroding his eyes in the sky.

The impact of the vampire's various convenient technologies made Turing no longer surprised, and detonated the fireflies in the entire area on the spot——

boom! !

Under a series of scarlet explosions, the entire cemetery was covered in red light and exploded repeatedly.The hordes of ghouls suffered heavy casualties.The building at the back of the cemetery was also blown away by the blasting air, and a group of ugly vampires stood everywhere, full of shock and anger.

But Turing was no longer ready to entangle with them too much, and the appearance of the demon hunter dispelled his original idea of ​​infiltrating the vampire group.

Before more vampires found him, Turing used the glow of fireflies that were still exploding, and his phantom limbs erupted with turbulent activity waves, shooting himself into the depths of the mist like a giant jumping spider equipped with rockets.

And the wave of demon gods that exploded in an instant blasted a large piece of mud and debris, and a group of ghouls that had just arrived exploded instantly with a dozen tombstones, leaving no bones left.The exploding crater was quickly occupied by more ghouls, but they made no progress.

"Hey! What are you lowly idiots doing!?"

A Nosferatu vampire jumped from the top of the central mansion in the cemetery, watching the ghouls frantically rushing towards the crater that was blasted by humans just now, and desperately picked up the dirt in it and stuffed it into his mouth .

The vampire felt extremely angry and weird, and rushed to the vicinity of the big pit with the other two vampires, only then did he notice the weirdness.

"This is... the power of the blood law?"

"Shut up Stukalk! Do you feel the fluctuations of the blood law seed?!" The leader slapped his backhand, "These ghouls... the moon is on, and these idiots are drinking the dirt?! "

"But even the baron can't cause such damage, it's impossible for humans to do it!"

"No matter what it is... have you noticed the weirdness of these smells?" The leader of the vampire eased his violent posture, lifted his ugly body and breathed the air vigorously.

"It's the stench of the beast! The moon is up, I'm going to throw up..."

"Don't talk nonsense! This is clearly the smell of... a noble blood servant?!"

"Shut up! Is this... such a fragrant human scent?" The leader who ordered was also stunned, "I can feel the waves in the air... What a tempting smell! Maybe we should give these things to the Baron grown ups!"

The leader swooped out, and a blood-colored phantom emerged in the shape of sharp claws on his wrist, and the three ghouls that were pounced on the mud pit were suddenly torn apart:

"The carriages will be handed over to others. We have to figure out what that 'creature' is! Stukalk, take your vampires and catch him!"

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Four carriages galloped down the road.

Shaking horse lanterns, iron hooves driven by steam transmissions, and steam muskets that spit out purple ammunition.

A string of jagged silver whip blades tore through the mist, amputated two ghouls that swooped up, and pieced together the flashing purple patterns in the silver glyphs, returning to a mottled brown leather glove In the middle, it turned into a jagged long sword:

"Brother March is dead."

"Hold on! We're about to pass through the territory of the Nosferatu clan!"

A coachman shouted from ahead.Two ghouls staggered out from the road ahead, but were knocked into the air by the steaming horses.The woman holding the sawtooth sword whip swung into a sawtooth ring, tearing the two ghouls apart in an instant.

All around gradually turned off, leaving only the heavy breathing of the witcher and the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground.Quinn Sorge's taut shoulders were a little looser, bright purple patterns flashed through the details of the silver engraved riding boots, and he stood firmly on the hard roof of the wooden carriage.

"Why are there so many this time?! They are like crazy..."

A witcher grinned and covered his shoulders and got back into the carriage. The coachman laughed and cursed in front of him:
"Who the hell knows? But it means we're exposed and may need to re-disguise to enter the city..."

The dense fog rolled, and the neighing sounded again.A gray light tore through the fog—

"Quinn, be careful!"

The silver sword light split the flying ghoul in half, and the dirty blood spilled on the tight white breeches, and the black blood flying in mid-air clearly reflected the woman's blue eyes.

There is also a transparent shadow coming from behind.

"Vampire! Behind you!"

boom!
The fierce horse neighed, and the carriage in the second row toppled on the spot, and the carriage behind was torn into a piece of wooden wreckage by the blood shadow's sharp claws.Before the two horses pulling the carriage got up, the ghouls in the surrounding jungle swarmed up and tore off their flesh and blood. The coachman who fell into the carriage was buried on the spot by the heavy wreckage of the carriage!

"Quinn?!"

The carriage behind did not have time to stop, and the turbulent horseshoes and rolling wheels rolled past.A witcher leaned out the window to fish for the woman in blue who was lying on the ground.The moment the two arms touched, a transparent shadow flashed past, and the eyes under the golden hair suddenly tightened——

puff!

The silver blade pierced through the air, and blood flowed out of the ugly outline of the Nosferatu vampire, which was cut into two by the second blade.

Seeing the black-haired man suddenly appearing in front of her eyes, Quinn was only stunned for a moment, then pulled out the "gun" on her waist and hit the attacking ghoul with one shot.And the carriage that was intertwined at that moment just now was already heading forward, and amidst the greater commotion, the demon hunter inside the carriage was still calling her name.

The blade flipped in Turing's hand, and he slashed and tore a ghoul with his backhand. The moment he passed by, he stuffed the blade back into Quinn's hand:

"Are you demon hunters?"

Although he was wary of the sudden appearance of a strange man, under the current situation, Quinn still stuck his back to the man's back and handed the musket into his hand:
"Will it work? Aim and pull the trigger."

Glancing at the wooden "gun" in his hand, Turing raised his hand and turned a ghoul into ashes with a single shot.

The demon hunter convoy in front has already begun to return for help.Quinn squeezed the silver sword in her hand tightly, and the jagged pieces separated into sword whips that swept across and tore countless ghouls in a wide range. With the twisting of the hilt, a piece of silver flower exploded, and the carbonized and fractured body was ignited amidst countless hissing sounds, shining silver light.

Seemingly seeing countless companions die tragically in an instant, several ghouls let out threatening growls and slowly retreated towards the dense forest.Quinn snorted coldly, the blade suddenly stretched and became longer and pierced a ghoul, and the monster in front of him scattered like birds and beasts.But she didn't forget the black-haired stranger who gave her a helping hand just now, and the other party only fired one shot, but was suddenly taken aback when he was about to return to help him.

The corpses of ghouls lay densely on the road.The broken corpses did not show any signs of carbonization, as if they had been torn apart by hand.

"I think these creatures should be controlled by a vampire, and that vampire died, so they also lost the will to fight."

Turing threw away an arm in his hand, and half of his body was soaked in mud-like blood.

Quinn opened his mouth and was about to ask something, but the shooting in front of him had also stopped, and a small team approached at high speed, raising their guns at Turing in unison:

"Get out!"

Seeing this, Turing didn't say much. He took a step back and casually raised his hands. At the same time, he put the costumes of these people in front of him into the sub-brain compiler.

They wore European nineteenth-century clothes, with a bit of Western military police style, but apart from some silver engravings inlaid on the clothes, they were more like hunters' attire.Most of them wear holster belts on their chests and waists, stuffed inside are silver engraved pistols with wooden handles, which are very similar in appearance to the one Quinn handed over to Turing, and they all have some black ancient transmission structures attached.

In addition to firearms, they also carry various weapons on their waists and backs, in different shapes.Standing among these Westerners, Turing's oriental face and black hair looked out of place, even though he was wearing a cloth ripped from a forest hut.

At this time, the demon hunters separated towards the two sides, and a bearded man came forward with a sullen face and took away the musket given to him by the blonde woman. He glanced at him solemnly, and walked to Quinn's side:

"What's wrong with this man?"

"He's not a vampire, the counter is pacing normally."

Quinn signaled the other party to calm down, and took out a... heart from the blue coat.

Turing narrowed his eyes.

It was a slowly beating heart, the flesh and blood that was no longer smooth was stitched together by thick white threads, through the circular window inlaid on the surface of the heart, the gears rotating inside could be seen, like a piece of precision machinery clock.

The guns that were firmly pointed at Turing in all directions were lowered a little bit, and the beard seemed to be relieved, and pointed at someone casually:

"Look at him..."

"what is that?"

The black-haired man's voice made the gun-wielding demon hunter nervous again, and the muskets were aimed at him again.

The bearded man and Quinn also looked at him, the latter was stunned for a moment, and the bearded man looked at each other with some doubts in his eyes.

"I mean... what is the heart in your hand? An instrument for detecting vampires?"

Quinn put his heart into his arms expressionlessly, walked to the side of the road with his beard, and did not answer Turing's intention.

Very exclusive... Even those who help, seem to have to gain their trust first.

Turing didn't say much, and let the two witchers lead him to the carriage, but he had already secretly activated the voiceprint receiver, and the conversation between the blonde woman and the bearded woman was extremely clear:
"Nine people and a carriage, and that doctor...fucking shit, it's not good news for us."

"The Nosferatu clan's rebellion may have something to do with what the rebels are looking for. Anyway, you count the damage first, and then prepare for the road. We must bring their bodies back to London before dark."

"What's the matter with the man over there? His eyes and hair are disturbing..." The bearded man glanced back at Turing, "And his terrible fighting power, I've never seen anyone who can tear off these cannibals with bare hands The body of a ghost, even the most powerful witcher can't do it."

"Anyway, he saved my life." Quinn frowned slightly, twisted her shoulders slightly, and snorted.

"Wait...are you injured?"

The man reached out to touch Quinn's shoulder, where a large bloodstain was gradually spreading, but the latter ducked away:
"It's just a little scratch, it's okay..."

As soon as the words fell, a mouthful of blood spilled from the red lips——

"Glenn! Glenn!!!"

The man holding Turing with a gun rushed over immediately, and supported Quinn who had fallen limply on the ground:
"what happened?!"

"Take me to the carriage! It's getting dark, we have to get on the road first!"

"Damn...look at your shoulder! It's all in pieces...you're bleeding!"

The witcher named Glenn was a little panicked: "Where are we bringing that doctor back?!"

"He's dead! Anyway, bandage Quinn first!"

Quinn's injury seemed to throw the entire demon hunter team into disarray, and the demon hunter guarding Turing also had a wavering expression.Turing glanced at him, stared at the blond woman surrounded by the crowd, and took a step forward.

"Don't hang around here! Glenn will take care of Quinn's injury! She'll be fine!"

"If this is the bandaging method, with your rickety carriage, she will soon become unconscious due to the excessive blood loss caused by the rupture of the wound."

The sudden noise made the crowd quiet, and David with the beard looked up and saw the weird black-haired man standing beside him:

"What do you want to do?! Go back!"

Turing ignored it, but looked at Quinn's body, and glanced at Glenn from the corner of his eye: "You don't seem to understand medical skills."

The latter looked at Turing who was pointed at by the gun, and his plain black eyes made him a little at a loss: "I... I used to be a nurse..."

"Then leave it to a professional." Turing squatted down, taking a panoramic view of the blonde woman's injury, and the sub-brain compiler was running at high speed.

He doesn't know much about it either, but he specializes in dissecting the human body.

　Happy New Year Duck, you should have a break from the first to third year of junior high school, let me know.When I was typing tonight, the gunpowder smoke outside floated into the house, it was outrageous...

　
(End of this chapter)