devil priest in marvel exorcism

None of the vampires noticed that they had been attracted by the dance steps of an old man.

Skin, muscles, bones, and even organs, every part of the body is so coordinated and contains hidden strength.

The figure who was dancing solo was wearing an old sleeveless jacket that was out of place, and wearing slippers stained with oil.

But no vampire present was willing to take his eyes away from him.

His dance has indescribable magic, making the blood of these vampires whose blood has been cold for many years surge.

It seems like we are back to the good old days when we were still human beings.

Every vampire has an illusion before their eyes, which is the manifestation of the lust in their hearts.

They chased the figure of the dancer obsessively, their eyes full of lust and love.

Whist had quietly come among them, and the two daggers reappeared in his hands.

This is the power he got from his female heroic ancestors.

Adapted from the ancient war dance, the Assassin's Dance is more charming and more suitable for female assassins!

The instant noodle head stretched out his hand with a face full of ecstasy, as if to touch the illusion in his heart, not caring that the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"Ding~!"

A clear crash sounded suddenly.

Whist's dance was disrupted for a moment.

The instant noodle head woke up first and looked away from the old man with difficulty.

And shouted loudly towards his already addicted companions.

"Don't stare at the old guy, he dances weirdly!"

But other vampires also need time to break free.

After all, in their eyes, the person dancing gorgeously in front of them is a beautiful angel who is about to take them to heaven, not a double-sword assassin who is about to send them to hell.

In a moment of confusion, Whist knew that the charm was about to lose its effect.

Fortunately, he was already close to the vampires.

Being approached by an assassin, the result is - the hunt begins!

He was still dancing, but this time he was like a butterfly, shuttling among the crowd.

The illusion before his eyes was fading, and the hissing in the vampires' ears became clearer and clearer.

It wasn't until the illusion completely disappeared that they realized that there was suddenly too much blood in front of them, and the familiar hissing sound seemed to be right next to their ears.

They wanted to speak, but found that they couldn't make a sound.

"Idiots, your throats were slit!"

They turned their heads and discovered that the instant noodle head who had led them here was kneeling on the ground, trembling slightly.

It was severed hand tendons, hamstrings.

"Hurry up and inject blood packs to repair your body! You idiots!"

Whist held both swords and leaned against the workbench, breathing heavily.

Even the physique improved by the heroic ancestors can only perform a complete assassin's dance.

This assassination technique consumes too much physical strength.

Watch the vampires take out injections and inject blood.

The old man suddenly realized that he had forgotten something very important. These two swords had not had time to cross the silver!

The vampires were injected with blood and recovered quickly.

In just a few breaths, the hole in his neck healed itself.

Instant Noodle Head also gave himself a blood bag with the help of several other vampires.

Looking at Whist, whose whole body was soaked in sweat, and how he was breathing heavily.

The instant noodle head laughed.

"It seems that your strange dance is not easy to dance!"

He called to the surrounding vampires and gathered around Whist.

"The perimeter is tight, don't let him escape!

Everyone, please pay attention, if he dances again, just close your eyes and rush forward!

Disrupt his dance steps and prevent him from jumping. "

Whist put away his hidden sword and looked at the vampires surrounding him, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

Careless.

He had no choice but to pick up two silver-plated hand axes on the workbench and prepare to fight.

Seeing Whist's appearance, Instant Noodle Head was even more convinced that the old guy no longer had the energy to dance anymore.

In its eyes, the danger of an old man who can no longer dance that dangerous dance is almost zero.

“Be careful when you do it, don’t kill the old guy.

I want Blade to see the "gift" of being alive, hahaha! "

Hearing the malicious words from the instant noodle head, Whist felt a surge of strength in his heart.

"Can't drag down the blade!"

He stood up straight, then stretched out a foot.

The familiar movements stopped the instant noodle head's mocking laughter, and it shouted in panic.

"Quick, quick, quick! Charge up! Don't let the old guy jump!"

But before the vampires could step forward, the old man stumbled and leaned on the workbench.

His tired muscles could no longer support him in completing the delicate movements of the Assassin's Dance.

Waves of stinging pain came from the old man's body. He seemed to have lost the power to fight back.

Sweat dripped from the top of his head, stinging his eyes.

The cruel laughter of the vampires is getting closer and closer, and they want to take advantage of this human being who makes them look embarrassed.

The old man is not afraid of death, and he ignores everything at his age.

Only the hatred of his wife and children, and the concern for the blade, he could not let go.

"It seems that I can't accompany you until the day you wipe out the vampires, Blade."

He was determined to die, but he didn't care about the pain in his body.

The old man slowly waved the silver ax in his hand, feeling the tingling pain caused by the muscle pull on his arm, but he didn't care.

"It's easier to use an ax..."

He tightened his grip on the ax handle, pulled off his jacket, pushed the workbench with his backhand, and used the reaction force to hit a vampire hard.

The whistling silver-plated hand ax made a sharp buzz in the air.

The vampire who bore the brunt looked at the chopping ax blade with disdain and turned slightly sideways.

But it underestimated Whist's body blessed by heroic spirits.

What is a heroic spirit, a spirit that dares to fight!

How could there be no power in a warrior's body!

In the middle of the strike, the ax accelerated suddenly and split the unprepared vampire into two pieces!

Ashes!

Sparks flew, and a roar like the roar of an old lion came from the crowd of vampires!

"Vampire bastard, come on!"

……

The entrance of the nightclub.

Frank was putting the muzzle of the "Cobra" into the mouth of the Japanese gangster who was blocking the door.

"I want to go back and take a look, but I'm still worried about leaving Whist alone in the base."

Blade suddenly whispered his worries to Dolby.

Although I know that the old man has obtained the group killing skill of Assassin's Dance, it is unlikely that he will be in danger.

But it would be good for Blade to go back and take a look. After all, there is already a "powerful" person like Frank here.

Even if this is a vampire lair, Frank's silver-plated equipment and the support of Dolby and Will are enough to handle it.

"Call something!"

Blade nodded, turned and left.

[Colt King Cobra revolver - caliber 9mm, ammunition capacity 6 rounds.The mass of the entire gun is 1.19 kg, the gun body is painted in dark gold, and the total length is 292mm. 】