Chapter 37

The fame of the Blade Warrior is perhaps unknown to those hybrid vampires. However, for the purebloods, who are born as vampires, even if not everyone knows, it is still a household name. In today's world where electronic data spreads increasingly fast, almost every pureblood vampire has been warned by their elders with a photo of the Blade Warrior, to cherish life and stay away from him. One could say that the infamy of the Blade Warrior in the vampire world is no less than that of the ultimate criminals wanted by dozens of countries, with arrest warrants plastered on every street corner.

The vampire girl in Zhou Yi's arms clearly recognized the Blade Warrior and knew of his notorious reputation. She clung to Zhou Yi like a frightened little animal, secretly hiding behind his tall and sturdy body.

The Blade Warrior gave her a rather unscrupulous glare, baring his sharp fangs. This intimidating posture clearly frightened the vampire girl, and Zhou Yi could clearly feel her muscles tense up, and even her entire body stiffen.

Although he knew the Blade Warrior was just scaring her, Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel a bit amused and exasperated by the girl's overreaction. He turned around, wrapped his arm around the stiff body of the vampire girl, and while gently patting her back, he said to the Blade Warrior with dissatisfaction, "Hey, buddy. Is it really that fun to scare a girl?"

The Blade Warrior bared his teeth in a mocking smile.

"The girl behind you isn't some harmless little creature. She might just bite you to death."

Zhou Yi, who already knew the truth and was even enjoying the game, rolled his eyes at this. "Bro, you're a dark hero; violence is your way of solving problems. Can you stop with the mouth game?" He didn't want the Blade Warrior to ruin his fun.

"Guy, this has nothing to do with you. If I were you, I'd go find my own dance partner instead of bothering others."

With that, Zhou Yi led the vampire girl away from the other vampires and the Blade Warrior, pushing past those who were too scared to move, and turned to leave.

The Blade Warrior watched Zhou Yi's departing back, shrugged, and turned around, giving him the middle finger. He had rarely shown kindness, trying to save a poor human. But it turned out the human didn't buy it. Thinking about this, the Blade Warrior touched his face. Could he really look so unlike a good person?

Under Zhou Yi's lead, the vampire girl gradually moved away from the other vampires and the Blade Warrior. She looked at the Blade Warrior and the vampires who had given up on surrounding them, feeling an unimaginable thrill. Brushing past death and breaking all obstacles gave her, a rebellious girl, an unimaginably intense thrill. This adrenaline rush made the vampire girl feel an almost blissful sensation.

Looking at Zhou Yi, who was holding her hand, she developed a strange emotion. It was the admiration of the weak for the strong, and the most terrifying possessiveness that everyone has. The vampire girl had the idea of turning the man in front of her into a vampire, so she could possess him forever.

With this thought, the vampire girl became more determined to make it a reality. She even felt an urgent need, taking the initiative to pull Zhou Yi's hand and running with him to the small, empty rooms on the second floor.

Zhou Yi observed the vampire girl's strange behavior and found the situation increasingly interesting.

At this moment, the Blood Guard still wandering in the dance floor had a new discovery. The first to notice was Light Axe. This guy, who had just suffered a defeat, had been beaten in his most proud area, which left him feeling rather dejected.

Although his physical injuries had been completely healed by the blood, the psychological trauma was unexpectedly deep. He even refused the company of his lover, Virene, and, carrying a heavy mace in place of his giant axe, walked alone from the dance floor to the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty, which was not surprising. After all, this was a vampire's lair, and vampires didn't need any food other than blood.

Light Axe wandered aimlessly with his mace, his mind elsewhere. At this moment, he heard a clatter of pots and pans behind him. He turned around sharply and saw a bald, hairless, and bizarre-looking creature squatting on a stove, staring at him with murky eyes.

The mocking, predatory look instantly reopened the wound in Light Axe's heart. In a daze, he overlapped this monster with the shadow in his heart. The deep-seated anger made him roar and charge at the creature with his mace.

On the other side, Reinhart also encountered an attack.

The bald vampire leader, after pacing around for a few rounds, quickly wore out his limited patience. He looked around and then jumped onto the stage.

Despite the many vampires dancing wildly around, Reinhart pushed through them and found a spot to stand at the edge of the stage.

From here, he could clearly see most of the activities in the dance floor, even the small movements in the secluded corners. Especially when he saw the Blade Warrior darting around the dance floor like a headless fly and then rushing into the corridor, his satisfaction grew.

There's nothing more satisfying than seeing someone you dislike in trouble. However, Reinhart, focused on the Blade Warrior, didn't notice the abnormality behind him.

Behind him, a hooded figure slowly approached. This figure was hunched, and the clothes on his body looked more like a cloak than clothing, with the open front revealing his ribcage, which was completely different from that of humans or vampires, as if the entire ribcage was fused and protruding, looking particularly strange and disgusting.

The hooded figure quietly extended his hand towards Reinhart, moving very carefully, even paying attention to the slight sounds of his movements. Under this cautious approach, he gradually got closer to his target without being detected.

However, the target not noticing didn't mean others couldn't. Chuba, standing below the stage, quickly spotted this malicious figure. From his angle, he could clearly see the figure's abnormality, which was clearly the creature they were looking for.

Chuba didn't bother to alert Reinhart; instead, he immediately raised his rifle and started shooting at Reinhart's back. The rifle was loaded with .45 caliber silver-coated bullets, with a small capsule at the front containing silver nitrate and garlic extract. Any of these substances would be fatal to vampires.

It was clear that Chuba didn't care about the other vampires on the stage; saving Reinhart was already his maximum effort.

For the Blood Guard, except for a few purebloods, the other vampires were not worth caring about. And coincidentally, most here were hybrids, so Chuba didn't think he needed to hold back.

The speed of the bullets far exceeded the reaction time of the vampires on the stage. In almost a single breath, Chuba had fired half a magazine into the creature. The other half, except for a few that missed Reinhart, flew everywhere.

For a moment, the stage was filled with brilliant flames, the light of vampires turning to ashes. The main target, the creature, was unexpectedly resilient.

The silver bullets hitting the creature didn't have the same effect as on vampires. There was no fire, not even a large hole. As for the silver nitrate and garlic extract, they only caused the creature's wounds to ooze pus, with no other effect.

If it weren't for the gruesome deaths of the other vampires, Chuba would have suspected that the weapons provided by Whistler were fake, designed to send them to their deaths.

The noise Chuba made was so loud that the surrounding vampires began to flee in panic. Reinhart, of course, couldn't remain unaffected. In fact, Reinhart, who had been a long-time partner with Chuba, made the right decision. As soon as Chuba's gunfire stopped, he turned around and fired at his back.

Reinhart's weapon was much more powerful than Chuba's rifle. It was a high-speed arrow gun modified from an XM1014 shotgun by Old Whistler. Abandoning bullets, which were impractical against purebloods, it was instead designed to fire one-foot-long silver spikes with powerful kinetic energy. Thanks to Whistler's unscrupulous modifications, the gun could fire at a rate of 6,000 feet per second. As long as your aim was good, vampires had no chance of escaping.

This was Whistler's ultimate weapon against vampires, and it ended up in the hands of a vampire.

Pulling the bolt and pulling the trigger, Reinhart fired four silver arrows at the creature in quick succession. Due to the blunt design of the arrows, they didn't penetrate the target but instead knocked it back with powerful kinetic energy, with the arrows remaining in the target's body.

Such a weapon, even against purebloods, was a one-hit kill. But it was this immense power that showcased the violence of the weapon, which Reinhart found somewhat intoxicating. He raised the gun and kissed it, revealing his affection for it.

However, even with such a powerful weapon, Reinhart failed to kill the creature.

The severely injured creature got up from where it had been knocked back and began to flee on all fours. Its speed was astonishing, and even the two experienced vampires could barely keep up with its movements. As for shooting, it was mostly in vain.

Soon, the two lost sight of the creature. But this was no longer their main concern. Not only them, but all the Blood Guard had encountered their target. The creatures had launched a full-scale attack, and their weapons had lost their lethal effect. The expected hunt had completely exceeded the hunters' expectations.