After Dawn Chapter 143: Bounty Hunter (1)
"Your Majesty, what are you going to do about that bounty hunter?"
"What bounty hunter?" The man who was called the Prince raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't know anything about this, he shook the red liquid in the cup slightly, and asked in confusion, "Could it be that the city What kind of powerful bounty hunter has come here to make the famous Duke Eugene feel embarrassed?"
Eugene's hand holding the goblet paused for a moment, and then he gritted his teeth: "It is."
"Oh, what kind of a bounty hunter?"
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Although Grans asked very casually, he was very interested in this matter. As a prince, this city is his territory. If there are ordinary bounty hunters coming, it will be regarded as right. The next generation's practice, anyway, as a blood clan, if they don't even have this fighting power, living can only be regarded as a shame for the blood clan.
But if there is a particularly powerful bounty hunter... In fact, the blood clan is not completely hostile to the bounty hunter, and there is no intersection other than fighting. In the years of confrontation with the bounty hunter, he also He has formed a relationship with many top bounty hunters who are both enemies and friends. Grans recalled it, but did not remember an old friend who informed him that he planned to visit.
A rookie among bounty hunters? Grans thought that only the rookies among the bounty hunters, because of their good strength, did not offend the consciousness of the advanced blood clan that they would not be able to do anything in the future. They often took the most advanced blood clan as the hunting target as soon as possible. Although the reproduction of blood clans is difficult, the requirements for the candidates for transformation are extremely strict, but high-level vampires like Greens and Eugene don’t really care about lower vampires, and dying one or two will not have much impact on them at all. , but looking at Eugene's reaction, he thought it was a new bounty hunter who had hurt his roots.
But it will be focused on by the bounty hunters...Glance turned his head and asked in a low voice to the housekeeper beside him: "How was Eugene's jurisdiction when I was sleeping?"
His old servant groaned for a while before saying, "Lord Eugene... a little presumptuous."
The old servant used a very deliberate tone, the word arrogance, the depth of its meaning, only he could understand.
However, Grans presumably understood Eugene's style when he was asleep.
Eugene has never been a calm, strategist person, let alone whitewashing peace. He always speaks and does things as he pleases, and there is no distinction between good and evil. Everything is based on his hobbies. During this period of time, Eugene must have expanded the activities of the blood clan to the bright side, and the people Eugene accepted, although Grans did not investigate much, but it could be seen that they were all restless.
"That bounty hunter?"
"Looks like ghosts." The old servant gave such an evaluation, and Grans laughed.
He wanted to see just how powerful this elusive bounty hunter was.
So when a man in black with a black scythe and wrapped in a black robe appeared at the entrance of the alley, he slowly put down the woman who had been unconscious due to excessive blood loss, and took off the white gloves one by one. He got down, threw it on the woman who was slumped on the ground, and then turned around calmly and gracefully: "Hello, Lord Death."
Yes, Grim Reaper. Because the recently rumored extremely powerful bounty hunter is always dressed as a **** of death, carrying a silver scythe and hunting down a lot of vampires who were out and about, so vampires gave her one in private. Nickname, called Death.
Glans was surprised to find that this **** of death was much shorter than he thought. The person he thought would give Eugene a headache must be a person with a very strong aura, but she stood There, like a gust of wind blowing through, Grans could not feel the slightest sense of depression.
Perhaps they exaggerated her strength, he thought--when his feet took a slow step, he suddenly felt that the air around him became thick, and it would take a long time to lift his feet. It takes a lot of strength to fall down.
"Interesting," he said. The feet in the air were only stagnant for a moment, and then they resumed their normal speed and walked towards the person.
The stagnant air spread out when his body returned to normal, as if the vision in this space had not appeared before, and he saw that the hand with the sharp knuckles on the black handle slowly loosened, and another A finger grip.
A cold voice came.
"It was fun."
Glans was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the **** of death, who made all the blood races terrified, would turn out to be a woman.
The woman with the code name of the **** of death just looked away from him and looked at the woman who was slumped on the ground, which was Grans' previous prey. She raised her chin, revealing a picture from her hood. The bright red lips seemed to let Grans see his mocking smile.
"I didn't expect that the dignified Prince Grans would use such a method."
“How can you invite the most elusive Lord Death without some means?” Grans shrugged and said indifferently.
The **** of death didn't seem to have any intention to say anything more to him, just turned around and left with the scythe. Grans was taken aback, and then followed behind her.
"Hey, Lord Death, should you give me an explanation for killing so many of my descendants?"
"Explain?" The person in front paused, "What explanation do you want?"
Grace's hands were clasped in front of his chest, his face was half-smiling, but his eyes were cold: "What do you say?"
He seemed to hear the mocking sneer from the man in front of him.
"Because they interrupted my rest."
Interrupted the rest, which is a strange reason.
Grants was puzzled and was about to catch up again, but the **** of death in front suddenly tapped the scythe in his hand on the ground. The sound of the metal hilt hitting the ground was small and clear. There was a magnetic field spreading from where the knife handle hit the ground, and he couldn't help but stop.
Then he saw the person in front of him suddenly grab a scythe and make a light stroke in the air.
Then he saw something he had never seen in the millennia of his life.
A dark crack appeared suddenly in the air, as if it appeared in the abyss in mid-air. A sense of danger spread from the crack. Grans only felt that every cell in his body was tense, and he almost He froze in place, and then looked at a blond, blue-eyed, tall woman who was pulled by an iron chain from a distance, crying and crying.
"Lord Death, I'm only seventeen years old, my parents are still at home waiting for me to go back... Could you let me go..." The woman pleaded bitterly when she saw the **** of death.
The **** of death glanced at her, didn't speak, just let the iron chain sticking out of the crack drag her in.
"Lord Reaper, Lord Reaper—"
As the rift disappeared, the surroundings returned to calm, and Grans felt a sense of relief on his body. Different from the deliberate pressure of the previous Death God, although he felt strong, he did not feel invincible. However, when the crack appeared in the air and the ghost of the woman was pulled in by the iron chain, he truly felt the fear.
—Fear of death.
This kind of fear has nothing to do with whether he is afraid of death, or what kind of creature he is, but the fear that everyone and every creature will show when the **** of death shows her power.
He saw the man in front slowly straighten the scythe, and then he saw that she seemed to turn her head and glance at him.
"Trouble."
Under the condition of being unobstructed, Grans followed her closely, turned into a small alley, and happened to meet a well-fed vampire.
He seemed to be drinking, and when he saw the **** of death, not only did he not have the cautious and timid expression on his face, but a provocative expression on his face: "So you are the **** of death in the legend... Not so much..."
Grace didn't know him, but he looked familiar, probably one of Eugene's capable subordinates, who had appeared before his eyes a few times.
The **** of death didn't care about his provocation, and just moved his eyes to his prey. Although the woman who was tightly clenched by his neck closed her eyes tightly and her face was pale, she could still see what the two of them had seen before. The crying blond and blue-eyed woman was exactly the same, with two dried-up blood holes on her raised neck, and the wounds were white around. It was thought that the blood in the girl's body had been completely sucked by this vampire.
For the first time, as a vampire, Grans prayed to God for another vampire in his heart for the first time, although it may be more of a gloating element.
"That's why I said that your blood clan is very troublesome." Grans heard a voice ringing in his ear, he turned his head and found that the **** of death seemed to be talking to him, and instantly a flattered feeling came to his heart, "You are Talk to me?" On his smiling face all the year round, a rare expression of surprise appeared.
Death didn't answer him, just picked up the scythe and walked unhurriedly to the vampire in front of him.
"What death, but so-"
His voice stopped abruptly.
Glans watched helplessly as a vampire was cut in half in front of his eyes.
The black sickle swiped across the waist of the blood race provoking the **** of death, as easily and quickly as it swiped through the air, but with such a simple action, those who were still arrogant and provocative were instantly lost. vitality.
After the vampires die, there will be no corpses left. If the hearts are not destroyed when the vampires are killed, then after their bodies are wiped out, the heart will eventually turn into a red crystal.
The **** of death walked over, picked up the crystal that fell on the ground, and threw it to Grans.
"Trouble."