A cold and gloomy voice came, and a chilly aura blew past Enfu's ear, making him tremble involuntarily. The red-haired woman stood in the center of the trap set by Enfu, with a calm expression, as if she was an outsider.
Damn it!
Enfu cursed in his heart. The powerful aura behind him made him not dare to move at all. However, the vessels and formations for dealing with the powerful vampire were all in the trap.
Now, without any means at his disposal, when facing the powerful vampire, he could at most hold on for a while by using the Bible in his hand and the bow and arrow at his waist, and pray that other hunters who had accepted the bounty task would find him.
Freyn's expression also became extremely solemn. The powerful vampire behind Enfu was different from the low-level vampires whose naked skin was greenish, hard, and rough, and who crawled on all fours.
The skin of this vampire was already closer to that of ordinary humans. Its ugly limbs were covered by a long black cloak that dragged on the ground, and its bald head without a single hair indicated its identity as a powerful vampire.
"Let me see my old friend. Long time no see, Freyn," the tall figure of the powerful vampire leaned forward slightly and approached Freyn.
Now!
Enfu suddenly took a few steps back, threw away the Bible, picked up the bow and arrow at his waist, and muttered, "God, I revere you. Please forgive my sins. I offer my devout heart to you..."
Enfu's voice stopped abruptly. The silver tip of the arrow only flashed a few times in the moonlight before sinking into the wet and dark soil, lifeless. The fluorescence before it fell was like the last glimmer of the sunset, struggling on its deathbed.
The owner of the silver bow had already fallen to the ground and was unconscious. There was still a devout look in his eyes. Obviously, his death was so sudden.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the cold voice rang out again. The powerful vampire instantly appeared beside Enfu's body, looking down at Enfu's body. The scar on his face looked quite terrifying.
"Cowardly, timid, overestimating oneself. His blood is as unappetizing and hideous as his wretched appearance,"
"Right, my old friend Freyn," the sinister laughter was mixed with a hint of resentment.
"Your expression wasn't as relaxed as it is now when I let you escape last time," Freyn said with a faint smile, a bit of sarcasm in his tone.
The corner of the powerful vampire's mouth twitched uncomfortably. Obviously, Freyn was a tough opponent for him.
"Humph, I have to admit that among a bunch of steaks, you're the toughest one to chew. But a steak is still a steak. Without those damn silver weapons, you'll eventually end up on the dining table for me to enjoy," the sharp fangs of the powerful vampire glistened with a white light, and the silver threads in his mouth hung on his lips and fangs, as if predicting Freyn's miserable state.
"Then why don't we give it a try?" Freyn said calmly, raising his silver gun and quickly crouching down to assume a fighting posture. He was like a cheetah in the dark night, full of speed and strength.
Freyn's confidence made the vampire hesitant to act rashly for a while, fearing that the silver-haired man might have some backup plan. But soon, it was clear that his doubts were unnecessary.
When the sinister laughter came from all around the Dark Forest, Freyn couldn't tell the directions anymore and could only hold his breath and listen carefully to all the movements.
"Northwest direction!" Cynthia shouted, and Freyn quickly reacted, raising his silver gun and firing three shots. The forest became quiet again.
"Why are you still here!" Freyn almost shouted in anger. Didn't this woman know to run?
"I'll hold him back. You find a chance to run," Freyn didn't care about the powerful vampire anymore, but now he couldn't afford not to care either.
The sinister laughter came from all around the Dark Forest again, but this time it wasn't just laughter.
"My old friend, don't you really think she's just a weak and helpless poor girl? Otherwise, how would she know you have a partner?"
"Don't be fooled by him," Cynthia shouted again, but Freyn's momentary daze had already given the powerful vampire an opportunity.
Almost in an instant, Freyn was hit hard on his waist. The air was immediately filled with the smell of blood, and the violent aura within Cynthia surged up.
Freyn groaned in pain as he covered his abdomen. Obviously, the blow was quite deep. This scene seemed to please the powerful vampire, and he no longer hid his tracks and directly showed himself in front of the two of them.
"My old friend, I thought you might have some backup plan. It seems I overestimated you," the powerful vampire mocked Freyn in a cold tone. The scar on his face that was caused by Freyn seemed to have split open wider, silently mocking Freyn.
The sharp fingertips of the powerful vampire were dripping with blood beads. He gently put them on his tongue and savored them carefully.
"Justice, kindness, and power. Your blood is as pure and untainted as your silver hair," Freyn was already bleeding too much and couldn't stand up. He knelt on the ground, looked at the red-haired woman still standing in the formation in the distance. Cynthia's eyes were full of worry and concern.
Why didn't this woman run? Didn't she know she was doomed?
"Alright, after the appetizer, it's time for the main course," the cold eyes of the powerful vampire turned to Cynthia. The red-haired woman seemed to realize that she should run at this time, but obviously, she was grabbed by the neck from a distance and was lifted into the air in front of the powerful vampire.
Freyn couldn't bear to look anymore and turned his eyes away, but the powerful vampire wouldn't let him have his way. He grabbed Freyn by the neck from a distance and lifted him into the air, making him watch this show from a god's perspective.
"You thought she was a lonely, helpless, and down-and-out poor girl, but actually, she's a fierce vampire," the powerful vampire wiped the blood on his fingertips hard on Cynthia's plump lips.
The sweet blood flowed through the gaps between her lips and teeth, like a sweet taste drilling into her throat. Red patterns began to appear, spreading from her neck to the corners of her eyes, blooming like a bright red flower.
The long-suppressed violent aura was released at this moment. Almost at the same time as the release of the aura, the powerful vampire was shaken back three steps.
"How could your power..." The vampire hadn't even finished speaking when he was suddenly grabbed by the head by Cynthia who had instantly appeared in front of him.
Cynthia slightly exerted force with her fingertips, and the head in her hand immediately burst into pieces. The greenish brain matter, accompanied by a stinking smell, spread in the air. The white mucus remained on Cynthia's hands, and she shook her hands in disgust, as if it was something dirty.
Freyn, who couldn't bear to look before, had already raised his head at this moment. From the initial shock, to horror later, and finally to a deep fear from the bottom of his heart.
The power to make a powerful vampire's head burst with just one hand. Before this, he had never seen anyone, or even any vampire, reach such a realm.
Who on earth was this Cynthia?
Cynthia's violent aura hadn't calmed down yet. Obviously, one powerful vampire's head wasn't enough for her. So she turned her attention to the last living person present, Freyn.
"So fragrant," these were the words Cynthia said as she put her hands on the ground and looked at Freyn. Her voice was soft and sweet, like a little rabbit's.
The dark red patterns on her face and neck were faintly visible, as if also indicating the unstable state of the owner of the patterns.
"Can't, can't bite," Cynthia shook her head vigorously, trying to get the idea of drinking blood out of her head.
Just one drop of blood could make her excited for so long. What if she took two big sips? Then she wouldn't be able to sleep all night. No way, it wouldn't be worth it.
System: [The blood of the target you're trying to has an enhancement effect.]
Cynthia: Hmm, can't drink!!
"You go," Cynthia's face was flushed, as if she was drunk, and her words didn't sound threatening at all.
Freyn felt a bit at a loss for a moment, and his face was full of black lines. How was he supposed to leave? The wound on his abdomen had torn too much, and he was already losing too much blood.
If he made large movements to walk, he would probably die before taking three steps.
Looking at the silver-haired man in front of her who didn't listen, Cynthia pouted, looking unhappy.
She then gave him a princess carry. Because the movement was too big, Freyn couldn't help groaning in pain again, and he bled even more.
Because Cynthia was petite and Freyn was tall, Freyn, who was being princess carried, was basically sandwiched between Cynthia's hands.
Fortunately, the violent aura within Cynthia was almost over at this time. Even though the smell of blood in the air was so strong, Cynthia could still resist touching the person in her arms.
Carrying Freyn, Cynthia subconsciously walked towards her residence, as if she still had to get the silver coins. She couldn't be delayed.
Sandwiched between her hands, Freyn, looking at the voluptuous figure in front of him, chose to keep silent for a moment as he didn't know what to say. Besides, he really couldn't hold on any longer. His vision went dark, and Freyn passed out.