The world of beautiful comics, the wonderful adventure of players

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away from the town of Blavikan, two motorcycles were speeding on the road.

One of them is a black man, wearing a black trench coat, carrying a silver sword behind his back, and wearing sunglasses while riding a motorcycle in the middle of the night.

He is the hunter most feared by vampires today - the Blade Warrior, but vampires generally call him the Sunwalker.

Blade has a vampire hunter partner named Whistler, who is very old and experienced. Blade learned almost all his skills from him.

The person accompanying the blade at this time was obviously not Whistler, but a young man less than 20 years old, wearing a blue newsboy cap on his head, a red coat on his body, and gloves on both hands.

This man's build is quite strong. Even when he is riding a motorcycle, he can tell that he is taller and stronger than the 1.8-meter-and-a-half-foot-long Blade. He probably doesn't have to be 1.9-meter-and-a-half tall when he really stands.

"Hey, Blade! The town we are going to now is called Blavikan. There is a vampire's lair there, right?"

Suddenly, the young man shouted towards the blade.

"The food company that belongs to the cold storage in Blavikan Town is a link in the huge industrial chain of the vampire empire. The vampire responsible for managing it is called Quinn."

Blade replied in a deep voice.

"In addition to sunlight, do vampire leaders like Quinn have the same strange weaknesses as the previous vampires? For example, they are afraid of garlic and silver."

The young man continued to ask.

"Every vampire is afraid of silver and garlic. What's so strange about that? It's strange that vampires are not afraid."

"At least I've never seen a vampire like that. There may be one, but it's definitely not Quinn. I have several old scores to settle with him."

Hearing this, Blade raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding the young man's question. No vampire hunter would be unaware of the weaknesses of vampires. Garlic and silver weapons are must-haves for their group, but...

Blade glanced at the young man and remembered the wonderful power he showed a few days ago. If it was this guy, there was really no need to use those gadgets.

After receiving a positive answer, the young man fell into deep thought.

"Sure enough, the vampires here are different from the ones I had there, but what's with that weird feeling that keeps popping up? I always feel like there's something related to me hidden in that town..."

On the other side, underneath the Bravikan Cold Storage, lies the vampire's lair.

Quinn is in a good mood today because his boss Dickon Frost recently successfully deciphered the Book of Erebus, the vampire Bible.

As long as you complete the ritual according to the above records, you can summon the legendary vampire god.

At that time, the whole world will be controlled by vampires again, instead of being dominated by weak humans as it is now.

And the traitor Sunwalker who killed his compatriots was nothing more than an insect in front of the great Blood God.

Besides.

"Once the Blood God comes to the world, our status will definitely be raised to unimaginable heights. By then, those arrogant pure-blood nobles will have to look up to me, hahahaha..."

Quinn couldn't help but feel happy as he thought about the future.

In a good mood, Quinn held a party in his lair, a vampire club hidden under the cold storage, where more than 300 vampires caroused.

The way vampires carnival seems to be no different from humans. They all have exciting music and gorgeous lights, and there is no shortage of DJs playing discs.

Hundreds of men and women danced passionately, twisting and turning in the red water spraying from the ceiling.

This scene is no different from an ordinary disco.

Just when Quinn was about to find some beauties to dance with, a tragic scream suddenly sounded.

boom!

Immediately afterwards, the closed iron door at the entrance of the club was suddenly kicked open, and a white-haired man holding a long sword broke in, but the guard at the door was nowhere to be seen.

Apparently he was killed.

The music stopped suddenly, and hundreds of vampires stopped moving and stared blankly at the uninvited guest.

Geralt walked into the vampire club and immediately smelled an extremely strong smell of blood in the air.

It's the smell of human blood!

What was sprayed on the ceiling was not water painted with red paint, but real fresh human blood.

It's so fresh that when the blood drips onto your cheeks, you can still feel a slight warmth, just like blood that has just been shed. It's self-evident what this means.

There is a space hidden on the upper level of this vampire club. They imprison humans on it and cut wounds that are not fatal enough to bleed. Then they collect the blood into fire hoses and use fire sprinklers to spray out the blood.

In this process, it is necessary to meet the amount of spraying for a long time and maintain the freshness of the blood. The number of humans being bled is probably unimaginable.

Since retiring in Toussaint, Geralt thought that he would no longer be impulsive about anything.

But at this moment, thinking of the countless people who had died tragically because of the fun of the vampires in front of him, a long-lost blood began to boil in Geralt's body.

"Fake! What happened to the doorman? Someone knocked on the door, but he didn't even ring the alarm? What a waste!"

The happy time was suddenly interrupted, and Quinn's anger surged upwards. He wanted to tear the vampire guard in charge of the door into pieces.

Quen, furious, observed Geralt carefully. He had read information about the famous vampire hunter, and even if he didn't know his appearance, he probably knew what his characteristics were.

And Geralt fits none of those.

"It looks like he is alone. Could it be that he is a newly minted vampire hunter who wants to use my head to make a name for himself? Do you think you are a day walker?"

Thinking of this, Quinn suddenly felt that he had been insulted, and his murderous intention suddenly arose.

"Everyone, go up and kill that vampire hunter!"

As Quen gave the order, all the vampires in the club bared their bloodthirsty fangs and gathered around Geralt little by little.

"Vampire hunter? It's true that you can kill the guards quietly and sneak in, but that's it. There are more than 300 vampires here! How many can a human be able to kill, no matter how strong he is?"

Quinn thought with disdain, sat on the sofa and poured himself a glass of wine, preparing to watch the tragic scene of Geralt's blood splattering.

"This human has a special smell. His blood must be very sweet. I want to suck him dry!"

The vampires looked at Geralt up and down with fierce looks in their eyes, as if they were looking at delicious food.

Even though there were vampires on all sides, Geralt remained expressionless, but changed from holding the sword with one hand to using both hands.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a vampire located behind Geralt's right side swooped over, opened its big mouth with two fangs, and bit Geralt's neck.

"One person's blood is not enough for all the vampires present to drink. Only the one who drinks first can enjoy the sweetness of the blood!"

Just a second before the vampire was about to pounce on Geralt, Geralt cleverly moved a step to the side as if he had expected it.

At the same time, he turned sideways to face the vampire, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and slashed at the vampire.

Anger explodes!

The sharp edge of the sword cut straight down from the vampire's head, splitting it in half like cutting tofu.

"If only the vampire succubus were this slow."

Geralt thought silently.