A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 1253

Chapter 1253: Chapter 847: Hard to Escape Even with Wings Chapter 1253: Chapter 847: Hard to Escape Even with Wings The confrontation was only for a moment, and the next instant, gunshots erupted.

“Da da da da da da!!!”

The vampires raised their guns and pulled the triggers, frantically unleashing their bullets at Duanmu Huai. However, their bullets merely struck Duanmu Huai's armor, sparking briefly before disappearing without a trace.

At the same time, Duanmu Huai gripped his war hammer tightly.

“How disappointing, as vampires, not only is your combat neither elegant nor beautiful, but you have also abandoned close combat, a truly honorable art…thus, your existence is utterly worthless!”

With a furious shout, Duanmu Huai charged forward, the arc of his war hammer smashing directly into a vampire's chest. He continued moving forward, swinging the vampire high above before smashing forceful down onto the enemies before him.

“Bang!”

The dead body of the vampire collided with others, mashing the enemies into a bloody pulp. Duanmu Huai did not stop, striding forward as the barrage of bullets hit him, but failed to slow him down even slightly!

“Foolish!”

A vampire turned to run, but Duanmu Huai's war hammer whistled through the air, crushing it against the wall. At the same time, he raised his hands, and the next moment two vampires on the balcony were pulled over directly and their heads were effortlessly smashed by Duanmu Huai's clenched iron fists.

At the same time, other Night Guards also rushed in from all directions, wielding power swords and slashing all the desperately struggling vampires to pieces.

“Are these even worthy of being called vampires? Your existence is truly worthless.”

Looking at the corpses around, Duanmu Huai shook his head silently. He had once imagined a grand battle with the vampires, after hearing from Mary–after all, in legends, vampires could turn into mist, shapeshift into bats, and manipulate blood and black magic, at least that would be somewhat impressive…

Well, Duanmu Huai admitted he wanted an experience similar to fighting the final boss Dracula in Demon City.

But now, these guys, apart from sucking blood and turning into disgusting monsters, could do nothing at all!

They're not even as good as lower-level Evil God's Kin!

More like those Murlocs from Innsmouth!

Such a bore.

Duanmu Huai silently curled his lips and pressed on his device.

“Mary, how are things on your end?”

“Most of the werewolves have been exterminated, Mr. Duanmu. The Night Guards are currently clearing the remaining resistors…”

As if to confirm Mary's words, there were intermittent beast-like roars from the other side.

“Hey, we should switch places; you'd be better off handling these vampires.”

“Did something happen?”

“These bird-brains can't fight up close, just shooting guns, claim to be vampires? If this were made into a vampire movie, no one would watch it! At least werewolves can shapeshift and battle properly! What kind of vampires are these?!”

“…………”
Listening to Duanmu Huai's complaints, Mary was speechless, but she already knew about Duanmu Huai's fervor for close combat–according to him, if he didn't chop them down himself, it just didn't feel right–of course, as a refined lady, Mary personally disdained such brutal combat.

“……Also, I found a clue.”

“A clue?”

“Yes, according to this, there seems to be a coalition forming among werewolves and vampires, preparing to flee the city. Those left here are just the conservative faction unwilling to ally.”

“Where are they?”

“Dock 12.”

“I'm heading there now, you come to dock 12 too, and we'll finish off those bastards!”

“Yes!”

After issuing the command, Duanmu Huai picked up his war hammer again and strode outside. No wonder he mentioned the vampire's lair seemed underpopulated, turned out more than half had fled? But thinking you can escape? We'll see if we let you!

The rain continued to pour.

The entire city was engulfed in a torrential downpour, and the streetlights dimmed. A dark-haired woman in a trench coat sprinted over rooftops like a ghost, moving forward.

Something was off.

The dark-haired woman scanned her surroundings, clutching her weapon tight. As a Death Walker of The Vampire Clan, she had participated in battles more than once, even confronting the vampire elders. But no battle had ever been as dangerous as tonight–humans were clearly prepared, attacking both werewolf and vampire dens simultaneously, mercilessly killing all kin. No den had escaped the humans' search; they had completely uprooted everything about vampires and werewolves.

Now, it was evident that only by uniting was there a way out, but most vampires still clung to their centuries-old hatred of werewolves, unwilling to join forces even with the looming threat. Only a small number who saw the situation clearly were willing to band together and escape.

But could they really escape?

She wasn't sure, but perhaps humans didn't want to cause a bigger scene, thus even with martial law, the streets were almost empty. Not even a patrolling soldier was in sight, making their escape much easier.

Chapter end

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