Chapter 246
Butcher Demon
âââ (Third person point of view.)
âãâ³ãâ¡â»â¼â ãâ½â½â¦â¦â
The vampire turned her head to Whisley, her mouth full of blood.
âGuess those who got bitten by vampires donât turn into ones, huh?â
The piled bodies of his fallen comrades. Giving no sign of them rousing up from the dead.
ââ â³â¡â â²ãâ³!â
âThank god they wonât turned. It is mentally taxing to shoot my colleagues.â
âClinkâ¦â¦.
He walks over, pulling the lever on his sniper rifle.
ââ¦â¦â²ââ½ï¼ãâ¼ãââ»â½ââ
âFolklore is just a bunch of gossip after all. But itâs also contains some truth. What a weird thing.â
ââ½ââ! ââ»ãâââ»ââ½ãâ²ï¼â½ï¼â ãâ â!!â
âSo the question is how much of it is true? You donât really sleep in a coffin right?â
The two gradually close the distance between them, never taking their eyes off each other and shoving their own conversation in the otherâs ear, which is never likely to be fruitful.
Whisley pushed the trigger on his sniper rifle.
*Clasp*. With a slick flawless motion, the trumpcard bullet was loaded and the battle began
Wild Roar spewed flames.
Whisleyâs vision distorted, his footing slipping back.
With a deafening boom, a bullet loaded with supernatural energy shot between the vampireâs eyes, but it was just a phantom of Whisleyâs imagination.
The black wolf rushed across the ground, leaving behind a shattering sound of broken glass.
The black wolf dodges the bullet, its ferocious fangs closing in on Whisley.
He intercepted the leap by swinging the barrel of his sniper rifle.
The recoil of the Wild Roar was tremendous and to absorb the impact, the barrel was thick, sturdy, and heavy. One strike from it with Whisleyâs big frame carried a fair amount of punch.
However, the vampire is also a very skilled fighter. The same move wouldnât work twice. The black wolf ducked to avoid the blow and maintain her distance.
Whisley takes advantage of this opportunity to reload without a second thought. Wild Roarâs magazine has four rounds.
It was after that the sound of gunfire echoed.
It echoed back and forth between the buildings â like a cry of a savage beast from the depths of the forest.
The wild roarâs cry came up behind her and took her by surprise, causing the vampire to turn her head back startled.
âââ½âââ â½ããââ¡â¡.â²ãâ»â ââ³ãâãï¼â¡Â§âââ²Â§â¡â¦â¦â
âDo you like this sound? Much more ferocious than your cute little squeak donât you think? â so you should be more scared of it.â
Immediately, the black wolf jumps to the right.
It leaped to the left then right. Accelerating rapidly, the wolf circled around Whisley like a gale.
âââ¦â¦!â
Whisley turned his head away, revealing a scratch on his cheek.
He dropped to his knees and prepared to attack but was unable to. He was at the mercy of the swift steps coming at him from the front, back, left, and right, making it impossible to aim his gun at all. The wild roar was too heavy for this movement.
One after another, fresh wounds were carved on Whisleyâs body.
ââââââ â½ââ ãã!!â
âToying with your prey huh?â
With a small click of his tongue, Whisley quietly lowered the gun.
Taking two deep breaths, he. His signature practice to quell his excitement and increase his focus. Muscle memory is awakened from every muscle in his body. The scenery around him slows down as he lets the sensation take over.
ââ-Considering this as a freebie. Iâll show you why Iâm called the three eye.â
After saying this, he removed his eye patch.
When it fell away to reveal his eye, his iris was split in two.
âHe was born with two pupils in one eyeball. It is called dicoria.
The three pupils focused on the black wolf as it ran around.
Whisley drew his revolver from his hip.
He lowered the hammer and took aim as the scenery slowly drifted by.
The muzzle of his gun was perfectly aligned with the black wolf.
ä¸One shot.
The revolverâs bullet embedded itself beautifully in the black wolfâs torso.
ââ¦â¦kaâ¦â¦haâ¦â¦!â
Her face contorted in pain, vomiting black blood from her mouth.
Two shots. Three shots. Four shotsâ¦â¦. All the bullets struck the wolfâs body.
-The defensive barrier that the aliens regularly use was stripped away by the Wild roar. The vampire was now defenseless against bullets. Although, if it had been a normal bullet, it might not have been any problem for her, the Nocturnes.
The wind died down.
The vampire collapsed, gasping for breath. She had returned to her original form and was holding her stomach. Black bodily fluids spilled out of her gothic clothing and slowly spread on the concrete.
âSurprised? Hunting monsters is Foxâs signature jobâ¦â¦â¦â¦.you see, a beast likes to play with its prey before killing it. If youâre playing with it and canât even kill it then youâre just an amateur, a second-rate beast.â
He stood in front of a vampire with sweat soaking his face.
Whisley continued, looking admiringly at the revolver, which is smoking with gunpowder.
ââThe owner of this gun was a terrific sniper. I was no match for her in sniping and fighting, but I actually had a better shot in the situation with a clear line of fire. I have confidence in my visual acuity thanks to these eyes. Your movement is too slow.â
âGu⦠Guâ¦â¦â
The vampire holds her wounded belly and looks up at Whisley through clenched teeth.
âThe name of this gun is . Not only is the name suitable for you, this revolver is blessed with holy water when completed as its traditionâ¦â¦. Surprising isnât it? It was the hobby of its past owner. She told me that one day she might have to fight a vampire. Her eyes lit up while saying that too. And the bullet is a RIP that is specially made with a soft silver compound that can splinter and bite into the flesh like crazyâ¦â¦â¦â¦ The vampireâs weaknesses in the folklore are all over the placeâ¦â¦.now, I wonder which of them is true?â
ââ½ãââ²â²â ããâ½âââ¦â¦â
âI want to try the garlicâ¦.but I donât like itâ¦â¦. I think a stake through the heart then?â
Whisley said as he searched his memory, then put away his revolver and lifted Wild roar instead.
clang â¦â¦.
With a deadly sound, a shiny protrusion popped out of the tip of the gun.
-Instead of a knife, The Wild roar has an extendable pike as a bayonet.
Whisley at the time was amused by this crazy contraption. Itâs one of the monstrosities that formed the Golden Grimreaper character becuase despite being a sniper she sometimes also fought in melee. Now he has nothing but respect for the foresight of the girl.
ââ¦â¦puhâ¦â¦â
The female vampire spat blood through clenched teeth. Her face is stained with humiliation as she realizes her fate.
âSeems like this one is actually workingâ¦â¦â
âãâ²ããââ¼ãâï¼â â½â¦â¦!â
âIf you want to beg for your life, bow down to our fallen comrades in the afterlife. Maybe it will be enough to spare you from hell.â
Without question, he twisted the pike into the vampireâs chest.
Whisleyâs penetrates it deeply, pushing his weight into it.
thenâ.
âAaaaaaaahhhâ¦â¦!!â
ââ!?â
Whisley jumped in panic as the vampireâs body burst into flames.
He watched the vampire combust, then let the adrenaline that had built up in his body out in a thick sigh.
âPhewâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦ u!?â
Immediately after, Whisleyâs entire body tensed up as he recognized the figure that landed softly in front of him.
(â¦â¦Dragonkinâ¦â¦!)
A female Dragonkin silently looks down at the ashen vampire.
Her red hair is imposing, but what is even more striking is her distinctly high-grade spear and armor. She is not just a mere dragonkin. She was a high-ranked dragonkin.
âIt would be suicidal for an infantryman to fight head-on with a fully equipped dragon.
Whisleyâs hands are sweating profusely as he clutches Wild roar.
ï¼Is it time to use âthatââ¦â¦?ï¼
(âIf itâs âthatâ that once had a confirmed record of killing a dragonâ¦)
But itâs too close.
Whisley moved cautiously and carefully, to avoid being caught off guard.
He slowly raised the loaded Wild roar.
Buzz, poof, thud.
The female dragonkin raised her gaze at the sound.
Their eyes met. It was an enchanting and beautiful woman.
The dragonkin glanced at Whisley, then suddenly pressed her ears, muttered something, and flew away again into the night sky.
Stunned, Whisley watched her go and relaxed his shoulders.
ââSaved, huhâ¦â¦.?â
âWhisley. this is Hirsch.â
He responded to the radio.
âWhatâs up?â
âOh, looks like youâre still alive! I want to hear some familiar voice thatâs all! Are you done playing with that hot vampire yet? Youâre the sexiest man in Fox, the womanâs worst enemyââ
âWhat do you want?â
âOh, come on, Eriksen wants to see you.â
âMjolnir?â
ââ¦â¦ah?âsoon? Look, itâs startingâ
The Fort is now buzzing with sirens.