devil priest in marvel exorcism

A violent gas explosion occurred in the street, and the friction between the arrow body and the air set off a violent wind.

The arrogant blood-sucking monsters were immediately shot through six front rows, and then were skewered six times in the ranks by six heavy arrows.

These guys stared dumbfoundedly at the huge hole in their chests, and then turned into ashes while wailing.

The arrows were silver plated.

Whist learned the lesson of the two swords last time, and this time all the weapons he carried were silver-plated.

Including the hooves of war horses.

Among the vampires' military formation, what came with the huge casualties was not fear, but surprise and anger.

The handsome faces suddenly turned ferocious and terrifying, scarlet eyes lit up in pairs, fangs snarled, and the vampires who thought they were noble felt that their dignity had been challenged.

"He is just a humble human being like a clown, how dare he..."

There was the sound of galloping horses ahead, and the vampires looked up in surprise.

Following the galloping horses' hooves, came a scream that instantly changed from a low voice to an extremely sharp one.

After the silver hand ax crossed a long distance, it whizzed and landed on the neck of the leading vampire.

The sharp whistling stopped and turned into the sound of sharp blades cutting through the texture and cutting bones.

The huge force directly lifted off the frightened vampire's head. It circled in the air and fell to the ground, where it was trampled into ashes by the horse's hooves.

Only then did the vampires realize that the enemy had broken into their formation.

Whist, who was driving the war horse, holding the reins in one hand and the hand ax in the other, roared.

"Die!

Blood-sucking bugs! "

Your ugly arrogance will be shattered by sharp blades and battle axes with one blow!

As the roar echoed, Whist waved the weapon in his hand. In the midst of the fighting and roaring, the brown fur leather armor was stained with mottled blood stains, gradually blending with the blood, like a burning bloody flame.

As Whist pulled the reins, among the chaotic vampires, the war horse stood up with its front hooves raised, screaming like Herod, with its eyes stained with blood, like a war beast.

"Die! Bastard!"

Whist roared loudly on the horse, and the sound continued to stir and echo in the street.

The vampires swarming like ants were calmed down by the thunderous sound for a moment, but then they rushed towards the war horse angrily, trying to knock the horse down.

The blood in the eyes of the war horse almost melted into the eyes and emitted red light. It galloped on all fours, constantly leaving scorched hoof prints on the vampire's body.

But both the man and the horse were exhausted.

Seeing that the four hooves of the war horse were hugged by several vampires, Whist was too late to rescue him.

At this time, a hearty laughter seemed to come from the sky, and then some inexplicable power fell. Under the blessing of this power, the war horse suddenly expanded by more than half.

Subtle arcs of electricity flashed across its body, looming, as if invisible armor covered its body.

The cavalry horses that had no choice but to retire in the face of tanks once again neighed with joy and pleasure.

It is a war horse, a cavalry war horse that is not afraid of fire or cannon!

At this time, as if traveling through time and space, its figure coincides with the ancient ancestors of the island of England, also galloping in blood on the battlefield.

Under the control of Whist, the war horse was covered with invisible armor, and its four hooves struck the ground like thunder, galloping freely on the dense vampires.

The huge impact directly smashed the bones of several nearby vampires, and they rolled and flew out.

Whist rode a war horse and wielded a double axe, like a sharp knife with serrations, brutally cutting the team of vampires into pieces.

The original three hundred vampires were killed almost in the blink of an eye to less than fifty.

These once extremely arrogant monsters finally felt fear and panic.

Whist happily looked at the distorted expressions on their faces, feeling as happy as ever.

The family members whose faces had become blurred seemed to appear in front of them again.

Only this time, they were no longer lying in a pool of blood crying, but followed the light with a smile of relief.

I avenged you...

He took out the small wine bottle and opened the lid.

It's such a joy to avenge your family, complete the sniper mission, and wipe out the vampires in New York in one fell swoop!

But why?

Whist touched both sides of his nose, where there were two streaks of water.

Why does he cry?

……

Altar of the Blood God.

Sitting on the altar, Dickon Faith was waiting for the blood sacrifice to succeed.

But the first thing that came was the news that a group of vampires in front were almost completely wiped out.

It looked at the vampire reporting below and asked in disbelief.

"Not the Blade, not the war priest.

Just an old man dressed up as Halloween who appeared out of nowhere and killed more than 200 of our tribe?

Are you kidding me? ! "

The vampire below explained bravely.

"Not just the old man, he also has a horse."

"a horse……"

Dickon Faith laughed angrily. He suppressed his anger, pressed the vampire's shoulders, and spoke in a cold tone.

“Send more than 100 tribesmen over.

You personally lead the team to remove the intestines of that damn old guy and his horse! "

"Yes, the task is guaranteed to be completed!"

The vampire brother led more than 100 elite tribesmen to kill Whist.

Useless!

The one hundred extra vampires didn't even have time to dull the blades of Whist's double axe. They died tragically on the spot and turned into ashes between the horse's hooves and the swing of his weapon.

The vampire who delivered the order was at the back of the team and luckily escaped.

As Herald Dickon Faith, it has a little more brains.

If a strong attack doesn't work, then use outsmarts.

Vampires are best at playing with human emotions.

It wants to take a hostage and force this old guy to submit.

A little girl running out of the tavern attracted its attention.

It ran over with its speed, picked up the human cub wearing a pink princess dress, and then shouted to Whist.

"stop!"

In fact, Whist had stopped, because all the vampires here, except this one, had been killed.

"Vampire, what do you want from me?

Suicide? "

Whist's calm tone showed no emotion.

No, no!

Countless members of the same race died in the hands of this old guy, and it couldn't let this guy die so easily.

It wants to torture him!

Soon, the vampire comes up with something more sinister than committing suicide.

Is there anything better than watching humans kill each other?

It pointed at the tavern proprietress who was obviously the mother of the little girl, and said with a sinister smile.

"Old guy, I want you to kill this woman, otherwise I will strangle this little thing to death!"