devil priest in marvel exorcism

[Anti-theft chapter, will be revised tomorrow] Whist ignored it.

He smiled at the little girl.

"Baby, do you still remember the game that uncle played with you?"

The little girl was about six years old. She opened her wet eyes and nodded obediently.

The vampire was even more happy when he saw the two interacting. The little girl and the old guy knew each other.

For this old guy, no matter what choice he makes, it will be a torture!

It opened its mouth and laughed maliciously.

"Hey, old guy, now you know..."

"Oh!"

The crisp sound of gunshots sounded, and it felt a pain in its chest.

The second before it turned into ashes, it saw the little girl take out a small pink pocket pistol from her dress...

The streets were calm, and reporters had already broadcast live the video of Whist hunting vampires.

The pot-bellied drunkard over there is bragging to others that his ancestors were also Vikings...

Whist picked up the little girl and placed the little guy in the arms of the tavern proprietress.

The landlady glanced at the small wine bottle in his hand, the smile disappeared from the corner of her mouth, and she complained softly.

"I thought you threw it away."

He didn't speak, just smiled silently and rubbed the girl's little head.

……

Moscow, heavy snowfall.

In a simple hut, broken mechanical parts are piled everywhere, and the only light source is probably a bright TV.

A white parrot with a yellow crown is standing quietly on top of the TV.

Anton Vanke bent down and dug out a small bag of parrot bait from the debris.

He slapped his waist, straightened up, and laughed at himself.

"I'm really old..."

His eyes fell on the TV inadvertently, and then he froze, his chapped lips trembling slightly.

"Is it...brother?!"

With a clang, the bait was scattered all over the floor, and the parrot flapped its wings unhappily.

Under its wings, the TV screen was fixed on Whist's blood-stained face...

……

At a street corner that wasn't captured on TV, the two gangsters watched the whole thing.

"I-are we really going to protest here?"

The black gangster asked stumblingly.

The young white man looked at the "old man" with blood dripping from his hair and swallowed.

"No, it's not easy for an old man at his age... Let's go to the next street!"

The two came to a nearby street, and the sight in front of them made the white young man subconsciously curse.

……

"What the fuck!"

Dickon Faith cursed loudly, and at the same time kicked the vampire who delivered the message away angrily.

His teeth clenched loudly, and his heart was filled with anger and doubt.

It knew that someone would stop the blood sacrifice, so it spent a lot of money to defeat the government, the army, and the police.

In order not to escalate the situation, it also deliberately chose the location of the blood sacrifice in Brooklyn.

Even for the priest and blade warrior disguised as a paladin, it had prepared corresponding back-ups.

Can ride a horse!

Why did it become like this? !

Dickon Faith took a deep breath and suppressed the anger and confusion in his heart.

Looking at the subordinates below who began to whisper timidly, it knew that now was not the time to lose its temper.

Hold on!

It put away its scowl and smiled contemptuously.

"Hahaha, I had expected that someone would come to cause trouble, so I used a five-pointed star formation."

It proudly waved its hand at the vampires below.

"Don't worry, we abandoned one team and we have four more teams.

As long as one of the remaining four teams succeeds, the Blood God Ceremony will be successfully launched! "

Dickon Faith asked as he watched the kicked vampire stand up.

"Did Blade appear?"

The vampire nodded, then added.

"He came into our ranks and our people were engaging him."

"how is the situation?"

asked Dickon Faith, looking at it.

The vampire boy hesitated for a moment, as if he was afraid of being beaten, but finally gritted his teeth and told the bad news.

"The battle situation was not good. Blade changed into a white combat uniform. Not only that, his strength and speed also became more terrifying.

Our people cannot defeat him..."

Just when the vampire closed its eyes and prepared for a kick.

Dickon Faith, who would have been furious at its thought, instead burst into laughter.

"I knew Blade would appear! I've already sent someone to deliver the 'secret weapon'!

He is dead this time! "

After experiencing the battle with the Paladin, Dickon Faith understood a truth.

Everyone and every living thing has weaknesses.

Just like the black fog of hell can restrain the holy light in the priest, the sun can restrain their vampires.

As long as you think about it, you can always find a way.

Blade is a rare mutant hybrid species known as a Sunwalker.

Not only is his speed and physical strength higher than that of ordinary vampires, but he also becomes stronger under the sun!

But if you turn sunlight into moonlight, turn day into dark sky.

While weakening the blade, magic is used to add benefits to the vampires.

Although even so, one on one, the vampire is not the opponent of the blade.

But what if the number of vampires is increased and hundreds of vampires besiege him?

In order to deal with the blade, it specially bought a truck of black powder concocted with magic from the black mage.

This magical material made from bat guano has been processed by a black mage and becomes extremely flammable.

When it burns, it creates a black cloud that can cover a small area.

What's even more amazing is that this black cloud can completely change this small patch of sky.

Within its envelope, the sun will disappear, the moon will appear, and day will turn into night!

It's broke now, but it's all worth it if only Blade and the other troublemakers can be killed.

As long as you can get the power of the Blood God, no matter what the cost, it is worth it!

……

strength!

Holding the white-handled katana in his hand, he could stir up a gust of wind by waving it gently.

He could feel it, and this feeling had become more and more obvious since he was cured of blood thirst by Dolby that day.

His power has become stronger!

Seriously.

If there was any exchange, he would rather use this power to exchange for his mother's life.

If there were no damn vampires, I would be like an ordinary child, with a completely different trajectory than now.

There is a complete home.

A mother who is nagging but loves her, and a father who is taciturn but cares about her.

Oh, he probably likes to drink, like Whist.

And what about yourself?

I should study hard and get into a good university. What major should I study?

Blade frowned, chopped off one vampire's head with a wave of his hand, turned around and kicked the other to death.

Study law, you will make a lot of money, you will be decent, and you can join politics.

It would be pretty good to be a member of Parliament then...

[Anton Vanke—from "Iron Man 2"]

"Hurry up!"

The vampire screamed crazily.

Whist ignored it.

He smiled at the little girl.

"Baby, do you still remember the game that uncle played with you?"

The little girl was about six years old. She opened her wet eyes and nodded obediently.

The vampire was even more happy when he saw the two interacting. The little girl and the old guy knew each other.

For this old guy, no matter what choice he makes, it will be torture!

It opened its mouth and laughed maliciously.

"Hey, old guy, now you know..."

"Oh!"

The crisp sound of gunshots sounded, and it felt a pain in its chest.

The second before it turned into ashes, it saw the little girl take out a small pink pocket pistol from her dress...

The streets were calm, and reporters had already broadcast live the video of Whist hunting vampires.

The pot-bellied drunkard over there is bragging to others that his ancestors were also Vikings...

Whist picked up the little girl and placed the little guy in the arms of the tavern proprietress.

The landlady glanced at the small wine bottle in his hand, the smile disappeared from the corner of her mouth, and she complained softly.

"I thought you threw it away."

He didn't speak, just smiled silently and rubbed the girl's little head.

……

Moscow, heavy snowfall.

In a simple hut, broken mechanical parts are piled everywhere, and the only light source is probably a bright TV.

A white parrot with a yellow crown is standing quietly on top of the TV.

Anton Vanke bent down and dug out a small bag of parrot bait from the debris.

He slapped his waist, straightened up, and laughed at himself.

"I'm really old..."

His eyes fell on the TV inadvertently, and then he froze, his chapped lips trembling slightly.

"Is it...brother?!"

With a clang, the bait was scattered all over the floor, and the parrot flapped its wings unhappily.

Under its wings, the TV screen was fixed on Whist's blood-stained face...

……

At a street corner that wasn't captured on TV, the two gangsters watched the whole thing.

"I-are we really going to protest here?"

The black gangster asked stumblingly.

The young white man looked at the "old man" with blood dripping from his hair and swallowed.

"No, it's not easy for an old man at his age... Let's go to the next street!"

The two came to a nearby street, and the sight in front of them made the white young man subconsciously curse.

……

"What the fuck!"

Dickon Faith cursed loudly, and at the same time kicked the vampire who delivered the message away angrily.

His teeth clenched loudly, and his heart was filled with anger and doubt.

It knew that someone would stop the blood sacrifice, so it spent a lot of money to defeat the government, the army, and the police.

In order not to escalate the situation, it also deliberately chose the location of the blood sacrifice in Brooklyn.

Even for the priest and blade warrior disguised as a paladin, it had prepared corresponding back-ups.

Can ride a horse!

Why did it become like this? !

Dickon Faith took a deep breath and suppressed the anger and confusion in his heart.

Looking at the subordinates below who began to whisper timidly, it knew that now was not the time to lose its temper.

Hold on!

It put away its scowl and smiled contemptuously.

"Hahaha, I had expected that someone would come to cause trouble, so I used a five-pointed star formation."

It proudly waved its hand at the vampires below.

"Don't worry, we abandoned one team and we have four more teams.

As long as one of the remaining four teams succeeds, the Blood God Ceremony will be successfully launched! "

Dickon Faith asked as he watched the kicked vampire stand up.

"Did Blade appear?"

The vampire nodded, then added.

"He came into our ranks and our people were engaging him."

"how is the situation?"

asked Dickon Faith, looking at it.

The vampire boy hesitated for a moment, as if he was afraid of being beaten, but finally gritted his teeth and told the bad news.

"The battle situation was not good. Blade changed into a white combat uniform. Not only that, his strength and speed also became more terrifying.

Our people cannot defeat him..."

Just when the vampire closed its eyes and prepared for a kick.

Dickon Faith, who would have been furious at its thought, instead burst into laughter.

"I knew Blade would appear! I've already sent someone to deliver the 'secret weapon'!

He is dead this time! "

After experiencing the battle with the Paladin, Dickon Faith understood a truth.

Everyone and every living thing has weaknesses.

Just like the black fog of hell can restrain the holy light in the priest, the sun can restrain their vampires.

As long as you think about it, you can always find a way.

Blade is a rare mutant hybrid species known as a Sunwalker.

Not only is his speed and physical strength higher than that of ordinary vampires, but he also becomes stronger under the sun!

But if you turn sunlight into moonlight, turn day into dark sky.

While weakening the blade, magic is used to add benefits to the vampires.

Although even so, one on one, the vampire is not the opponent of the blade.

But what if the number of vampires is increased and hundreds of vampires besiege him?

In order to deal with the blade, it specially bought a truck of black powder concocted with magic from the black mage.

This magical material made from bat guano has been processed by a black mage and becomes extremely flammable.

When it burns, it creates a black cloud that can cover a small area.

What's even more amazing is that this black cloud can completely change this small patch of sky.

Within its envelope, the sun will disappear, the moon will appear, and day will turn into night!

It's broke now, but it's all worth it if only Blade and the other troublemakers can be killed.

As long as you can get the power of the Blood God, no matter what the cost, it is worth it!

……

strength!

Holding the white-handled katana in his hand, he could stir up a gust of wind by waving it gently.

He could feel it, and this feeling had become more and more obvious since he was cured of blood thirst by Dolby that day.

His power has become stronger!

Seriously.

If there was any exchange, he would rather use this power to exchange for his mother's life.

If there were no damn vampires, I would be like an ordinary child, with a completely different trajectory than now.

There is a complete home.

A mother who is nagging but loves her, and a father who is taciturn but cares about her.

Oh, he probably likes to drink, like Whist.

And what about yourself?

I should study hard and get into a good university. What major should I study?

Blade frowned, chopped off one vampire's head with a wave of his hand, turned around and kicked the other to death.

Study law, you will make a lot of money, you will be decent, and you can join politics.

It would be pretty good to be a member of Parliament then...