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The auxiliary building stood alone. This mysterious forbidden place lost the protection of the nuns and turned into a holy place for killing.

Andre threw away the nun in his hand, and the bat hiding in his arms rolled over during the battle, rubbed off the cloth on his body, and flew out like an arrow.

In the arched window on the top floor of the annex building, a black dot moved outward at a high speed, just on the bat's moving track.Andre followed the path of the bat to see the black dot, and stretched out his hand towards Lyons: "Gun."

Lyons didn't know why, so he handed the loaded silver gun to Andre.After all, it wasn't that long ago that his adviser had just scolded him for his skeptical behaviour.

The bat has hit the black dot.As the distance got closer, the originally tiny black spot was completely larger than a bat. It was a bat with wider wings and sharper fangs.The big bat has a strong fighting power. It bites the little bat's belly, shakes off the obstacle, and flies forward.

"boom!"

The bullet pierced the bat's wing, impeding flight.Andre threw the gun to Lions, rushed out non-stop, picked up the fallen little bat, and met Lawrence with the "green face and fangs" by the way.

The taste of the silver bullet is not good, Lawrence is too urgent, and there are several skins on the face that do not belong to humans, making him look like a complete monster.He stretched out his claws to grab the lunatic who blocked his retreat, but his toes gave a group of retreating force.

Unfortunately, however, his enemies had a great advantage in that they were numerous.Lions followed closely after rushing out from Andre, and at this time just circled behind Lawrence, blocking his retreat.

"A coward who only runs away." Andre grabbed Lawrence's wrist, and the sharp nails grazed his skin without causing any harm.

"...It's you?!" Lawrence was forced to stop, and finally saw his enemy clearly.

Lawrence imagined that Owen would fight back, imagined the blood hunting invasion, but never thought that there would be another blood race to disturb his situation, or even put him to death.

Lawrence broke away from Andre's hand, knocked off the silver gun behind his back with his boots, retreated to the side, and formed a triangle with Lyons Andre.

"You actually cooperated with the hunter!" Lawrence looked back and forth between Andre and Lyons, "What they said is indeed true, you traitor who is collaborating with patricide!"

"They?" Andre's eyes slowly turned to Lawrence, "Are you talking about them Derek? Or my brothers who have no skills? Killing patricide is the ladder to gain power. I have never had any feelings for my 'father' Thanks. As for collaborating with—”

Andre glanced at the piles of hunters from a distance: "Talk about the clan with me after the name of Andre King Rogue appears in the blood clan's genealogy."

"Lawrence, vampires who have a sense of responsibility and belonging to their race are all fools who have lost themselves." Andre raised his chin and squinted at Lawrence. "Unfortunately, you seem to be one of them."

The sarcasm and pity attitude pissed off the pompous vampires.A sense of belonging is something Lawrence has been chasing.He longs to be recognized, and his lack of self-esteem is eager to be acknowledged.And now someone is telling him that what he's after is meaningless, which precisely angers Lawrence.

When a cautious person is angry, he is not so dominant.

Lions was kicked out of a silver gun, but he still had a lot of holy artifacts and silver sharp weapons on his body, so he had no difficulty in dealing with a vampire.The moment Lawrence moved, Lions also rushed out.

A strong wind hits the ear, the cold metal has not yet touched the skin, but it is already icy cold.When Lawrence was blocked by bats, he thought that he could not escape, and what made people more angry than being caught was that the person who caused his complete defeat turned out to be the same blood.

Andre took a step back and watched as Liones stepped forward and kicked Lawrence's paw away. His right hand rested on Lawrence's neck without interruption, and his left hand took Lawrence's hands and locked them together with silver chains.

"You traitor." Lawrence was escorted away, stared at Andre viciously as he passed by, and murmured, "Someone will punish you, Andre. Your crimes will be announced, and your crimes will be announced." Betrayal will be condemned. You will be killed! I curse you in the name of the blood!"

"Shut up." Liones raised the butt of his gun and knocked Lawrence on the back of the neck.

Faster than him was Andre, Lawrence's weird smile froze on his face, and he passed out stiffly.

Nord glanced at Andre and frowned: "There are clues on him..."

"The president might as well take a breather and see that he has died and has no further comments." Andre blocked Nord's words with a cold face, "Or come talk to me about you when the president doesn't mind being cursed by a vampire." sense of responsibility and overall outlook.”

Nord froze for a moment, and Andre didn't care about his reaction at all, and walked away from the place where the hunters gathered.

The curse of the blood race is rooted in the soul. After Lawrence finished chanting the curse, Andre felt something strange.Intangible and colorless, the illusory fate falls into chains.This is something he cannot change, cannot eradicate.

Interrupting and killing the caster does not stop the curse from happening.The vampire can make such a curse once in a lifetime, and the price is to sacrifice eternal life, and even the soul is delivered to the devil as a bargaining chip, in exchange for an indelible fate.

Andre found a tall tree that was free from blood in the flames of war. The lush branches and leaves cast shadows fluttering in the wind, which is a rare tranquility in the chaos.

The bat that had been bitten through its belly remained silent, and the blood flowing out of its small body stained the robe that Andre had just changed into red.

Andre pulled the bat out, put his palm on the wound on the bat's belly, and fed some blood to the bat. The lifeless little guy lay down for a while and began to kick his paws.

"Don't move, the wound is healing, I know it hurts, bear with it." Andre comforted.

"It doesn't look good?" Reins left the blood-hunting hunter and came to chat under the shade of the tree during working hours.

"I believe the Inspector is not blind."

His advisor was not in a good mood, and Lyons was deflated and chose to be tolerant, "Does Lawrence's curse affect you?"

"Maybe you should go back and look at the classics, Lions, otherwise you wouldn't ask such a question that shows your IQ." The bat skin wound in his hand has healed, but there seems to be some psychological shadows, clumped in his hand, clinging on. gone.

The bloodline curse is the most vicious and difficult curse.During the Great War, many well-known hunters died under the curse.They were proud on the battlefield and didn't care about the curse, but they fulfilled the curse in peacetime and died one by one.

Lions has naturally read the classics, but he doesn't know if there will be any difference in the curse of the vampire.

"Is there a way to undo it?" Lyons asked.

"No." Andre said, "Why, the inspector is concerned about me?"

Lyons frowned, and met Andre with slightly sarcastic eyes, "I don't think caring is a negative behavior."

The hunter admitted without hesitation, and even had a kind of sincerity, which made Andre stop playing tricks on others.

"It's not, but it's too much." Andre stuffed the bat back into his arms, "The curse of the low-level blood will be reduced in effect, but it will not disappear."

"Don't worry too much about me dying before fulfilling your wish, Lyons. Compared with humans, vampires are not so fragile"

"I'm not worried about whether my wish can be fulfilled." Lioness was a little dissatisfied with this malicious speculation, and Andre had already refused to talk about this topic, so he could only make a dry rebuttal.It sounds thin.

In the distance, Nord assigned a good manpower to deal with the mess, and walked towards Andre and Lyons.

Andre looked away a little, and said, "Your chairman is here. Unfortunately, I don't want to see him right now. I'll check the annex building. You deal with him."

Lyons watched Andre turn around decisively, and even went around a circle to avoid Nord before entering the auxiliary building. He could only choose to deal with his boss for his consultant.

"You did a good job, Lyons, if it weren't for you, I would never have caught the bug Owen." Nord thanked him sincerely.

"You shouldn't thank me, Nord," Lyons said. "It wasn't my idea to send you the letter. It wasn't my ability to control the bat. To be honest, I didn't think Andre would write and ask you to come. "

"He helped a lot." Nord acknowledged Andre's credit.Whether it's the bat that came to report, or Owen's words in disguise, or even subdue Lawrence, Andre is the main force.

"He has a plan and strength. This is a sharp blade for us. It can be used against the enemy or against ourselves." Nord will never be a person who denies the strength of his opponent, but at the same time he will not easily trust a vampire .

"In my opinion, Nord, Andre is not a dagger. Owen's downline in Bloodhunter is deeply rooted. Compared with a bloodhunter full of holes, I think my advisor is more worthy of my trust."

Nord frowned. "Are you defending a vampire?"

"It's just the truth, Mr. President. Our blood hunt has gone astray long ago, and the temple is inhabited by bloodthirsty moths. Are those 'agents' who walked into the blood hunt with money capable of you and me?" It’s all clear. Instead of worrying about the invasion of the blood race, it’s better to care about the inside of the blood hunter, Nord.”

"Of course I will deal with the issue of blood hunting. What we are talking about is your position, Lyons." Nord admitted his mistake, but did not choose to compromise on the matter of the blood race, "Humans who are close to the blood race will always Losing direction, this is the lesson left by the predecessors."

"I'm not a predecessor, and I won't follow them. President Lao, don't worry about it." Lyons refused Nord's reminder, turned and walked towards the annex.

"You are being confused, Lions." Nord gave advice to Lions' back, "Be careful of the boundaries."

Reins stopped and looked at Nord, "Race is never a boundary. The evil of human beings is just as incalculable as the goodness of vampires. You are too stubborn on the ethnic group, Nord."