Disaster Shelter

There are two demon hunters in the upper order, and the upper order monster on the blood race side has only a silver-haired old man with a hooked nose. If it weren't for the countless bats flying behind him, Wen Wen even suspected that he was a eagle monster.

The rest are blood races of various levels, two in the middle order and four in the lower order. Only by relying on these can they barely block the attacks of the two demon hunters, but they probably won't last long.

The demon hunters who can be sent to participate in the exchange meeting are all top-ranked demon hunters in various regions, and their strength is beyond the reach of ordinary vampires.

After seeing Wen Wen's arrival, Long Suo frowned obviously. Although he would not trouble Wen Wen, he really didn't like Wen Wen.

On the contrary, that sir welcomed Wen Wen, and it would be nice if he could easily deal with these monsters, otherwise, if his handsome face was hurt, it would be troublesome at the exchange meeting.

Wen Wen took a step back, took out the Buddha and Gatlin said shyly, I just passed by by chance, you go ahead.

Ah sir smiled boldly, and drove his motorcycle into a group of vampires. The motorcycle in the Yinhang District seemed to be on the go, and the collision was unstoppable.

Wen Wen saw a vampire with his own eyes. He tried to scratch the tire of a motorcycle with his claws enough to wear bulletproof vests. As a result, his claws were broken, and then he was hit by a wheel on the wall, leaving a trace of a human figure.

Long Suo snorted coldly, and several golden chains stretched out from the ground around him, and began to attack the nearby blood races non-stop.

There are light golden dragon patterns on his chains, which are much more delicate than the chains of the shelter, but purely in terms of power, they are also stronger than the chains of the shelter. After all, if Wen Wen only uses the chains of the shelter now, he will definitely not be able to achieve The combat power of the upper order realm.

Although Wen Wen didn't make a move, it also obviously affected the situation of the battle. Whenever a blood race wanted to attack, they would find that Gatling's gun had been aimed at themselves, making them have to dodge in time. But I dare not bet on whether Wen Wen will shoot or not.

In fact, Wen Wen holding Gatling is just for fun, because the Buddha said that Gatling can no longer keep up with Wen Wen's strength, coupled with the terrifying ammo consumption, Wen Wen didn't buy any more ammunition after he ran out of ammunition last time.

Now Wen Wen understands why the special operations team took this thing as a reward for themselves.

Once the strength exceeds a certain level, this thing is completely useless. If the shelter can produce its own bullets, it is acceptable, and even Wen Wen feels a little distressed if it is completely bought.

After a brief intimidation, Wen Wen walked over to a vampire with mid-sequence strength. The vampire had been chained to the forehead by Longsuo before, and his flowing hair had turned into a Mediterranean Sea. He was currently healing behind.

After seeing Wen Wen approaching, he showed a terrified expression, but the rest of the blood race were entangled by Long Suo and the two, unable to support him at all, so he gritted his teeth and turned into a bat, ready to escape first.

But right away he found that his surroundings had been surrounded by pitch-black energy, and no matter which way those little bats flew, they couldn't catch Wen Wen's palm.

Wen Wen smiled and said: Don't be afraid, I just want to ask you a question, I can spare your life after asking, when will Iliad come here?

No... I don't know! Compared with the gentleness in front of him, Iliad frightened the blood race even more.

Tsk, good boy can't lie...

Just as Wen Wen was about to torture this guy, the inmate pendant on his chest became slightly hot, and it was getting hotter and hotter. This meant that there was a powerful enemy that Wen Wen couldn't resist, and it should be the Duke of Iliad.

Tao Qingqing, who had been standing behind Wen Wen, suddenly covered her shoulders and knelt down. She could feel that a high-ranking blood was coming in this direction, and the target was her. The characters are full of fear.

Long Suo and Sir also stopped attacking at the same time, looking at the east vigilantly, a bloody aura was approaching from far to near, undisguisedly coming towards this side.

The hooked-nosed old blood showed a wild smile. As soon as Duke Iliad arrived, these three humans who dared to come to attack would be dead!

...

At the other end of the city, a tall man wearing a white bearskin, carrying a bottle of 72-degree tea, was walking in the shanty town of Nîmes.

You read that right, it's seventy-two-degree tea... At least in the White Bear region, it's tea.

This man's name is Boyev, and he is a high-order power user from the White Bear region. Before he became a power user, he was famous for fighting bears. The powerful physical strength that can be reached.

Boyev loves fighting from the bottom of his heart. He fought with his family's dog when he was a child, and fought wolves when he was a teenager.

The poorer the place, the easier it is to brew crimes, and this place is no exception. There is a huge Colosseum in the center of the shanty town. People who have nowhere to go can sign a contract with the Colosseum. If they win, they can get enough money. If you lose the money that changes your destiny...if you lose, you will become the prey of wild beasts.

That's right, this Colosseum is for people to fight wild beasts with bare hands.

Boyev likes to fight with wild beasts, but he doesn't like to be watched like a clown, so he decided to destroy the Colosseum, so that the owner of the Colosseum can also try the refreshing feeling of fighting with wild beasts.

Hello... are you a witcher?

Just as he was about to sign up, Boyev saw a scruffy man in a brown coat, clutching his clothes tightly and asking.

Boyev nodded. He didn't feel the slightest breath of super energy from this man, so he wasn't too vigilant.

The man smiled presumptuously: Hi, I'm Stein Markul, first of all I'm sorry.

Why are you sorry for me? Poev asked taking a step back.

Stein lifted his clothes, and an indescribable breath emanated from him: I'm not a killer, but someone asked me to kill you... so I'm sorry!

Go to hell!

Poev made a decisive decision and punched Stein, but Stein did not panic at all, dodged Poev's fist at an unimaginable speed, and quickly disappeared in front of him.

Why is he so fast... No, I slowed down!

The time around Boyev seemed to have been stopped, and his thinking speed was even slowing down. An unpleasant sound came from the corner of the wall, accompanied by a strange thick fog.

An indescribably deformed creature crawled out from the corner of the wall, and quickly approached Poev.

Boyev had powerful strength in his mouth, but he couldn't use it. He could only watch the monster approaching him little by little, aiming at his neck with a straw-like mouthpart.