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Chapter 159 - 159 127 Muscle Flow Crossbowman (4100)_2

Chapter 159: 127 Muscle Flow Crossbowman (4100)_2 Chapter 159: 127 Muscle Flow Crossbowman (4100)_2 The vampires charged wildly, dodging the arrows with their robust physical abilities and reflexes. Those occasionally hit by the crossbow bolts merely grew slightly weaker, pulled out the bolts, and continued to charge.

Franz led the charge at the forefront, his feet hitting the ground with the agility of a cheetah. He was now using a high-speed movement ability that could amplify his original speed. The Eerie Night Guests firing the crossbow bolts struggled to accurately target him.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

A series of crossbow bolts were fired in Franz’s direction, but most were dodged by him. The occasional ones were directly blocked with his hands, unable to strike any vital spots.

Boom!

Under the moonlight.

A silvery heavy arrow fiercely shot out.

Franz’s heart skipped a beat, instantly realizing he couldn’t dodge this bolt. He immediately raised his claws and swung them to deflect it.

A streak of faint red energy traced its trajectory in the air.

Thwick!

Ah!

Franz let out a pain-filled roar, a thick and heavy steel arrow was embedded in his chest, penetrating a third of the way in. And in the right hand he used to block, his index and middle finger were broken; there was a large bloody hole in the center of his palm.

“What the hell?! How can the power carried by this bolt be so enormous? At least three to four times stronger than the others!”

Shock was evident in Franz’s eyes, he had thought he had fully grasped the opponent’s methods and strength, but there were unexpected elements. Because Franz’s movement stalled, he was immediately met with concentrated fire from several Eerie Night Guests.

A dozen arrows almost turned him into a porcupine.

Franz quickly rolled and took cover behind a flower bed.

He extended his hand to pull out all the arrows in his body. Finally, holding a steel arrow that was noticeably thicker than the others in his palm, Franz panted, “Who fired this arrow!?” He turned to look at the open space in the manor amid the night.

Sudden groans and screams echoed.

At a location about several tens of meters to the left of Franz.

A sprinting vampire suddenly tilted his head and froze on the spot. A steel arrow as thick as a thumb was stuck in his skull, entering through one temple and exiting the other.

His brains inside was thoroughly pierced and mashed.

Although this isn’t fatal to a vampire, a brain injury would still stun them for several seconds. And in those few seconds, tens of crossbow bolts had completely covered the vampire. In an instant, he was turned into a blood-splattering porcupine!

A dozen arrowheads with mercury, seven to eight different types of poison infiltrating, three burning arrows starting to set his clothes on fire, specially made arrowheads causing ceaseless bleeding. Though vampires have a strong life force, they aren’t immortal.

The mercury weakened him; the toxins crazily infiltrated his body; fire was burning on the surface of his body; even worse, blood kept pouring from the wounds, draining his strength. This vampire died instantly.

“Julio! Damn it!”

Franz took a deep breath, and red smoke began to rise from his right hand and chest, the wounds seemed to be healing rapidly.

“No!” “Ah!”

On the battlefield, some vampires were being shot to death while some Eerie Night Guests were taken out by the vampires at close range. Overall, the vampires were at a relative disadvantage.

Among the Eerie Night Guests was a godlike archer. He hid in the dark, like a calm assassin constantly launching fatal attacks on the vampires. Moreover, the arrows he shot were especially thick!

“No, we must take out that guy first!”

Franz recovered from his injuries and began to observe. After about ten seconds, he finally located the godlike archer. That person was in the shadow on the left side of the house, seemingly completely blended into the darkness.

Taking a slow breath, Franz suddenly jumped up and rushed out, transforming into a fast-moving afterimage.

His hands instantly turned bright red, covered with a strange corrosive energy. His nails began to lengthen, bending inch after inch, forming sharp curves like scythes, comparable to daggers.

swoosh! swoosh! swoosh!

Two or three arrows were shot out from the shadows, but they were all narrowly dodged by the fully-focused Franz.

Seconds later, he rushed into the shadows.

Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of the figures in the shadows. A man about a meter tall, dressed all in black.

“So it’s a dwarf! Die!”

Franz roared and charged, his momentum terrifying.

Then, the “dwarf” a few meters away stood up.

He shot up from 1.2 meters to 1.9 meters, with a build as sturdy as a bear’s, showcasing his triangular musculature. He was cloaked in a black cloak, subtly blending with the surrounding darkness. At first glance, it wasn’t very noticeable, and since he was half-squatting while aiming for a shot, it gave the impression of being a dwarf to the hurriedly approaching Franz.

Franz’s breath hitched, but he wasn’t scared.

What if the muscular figure was intimidating? In the end, the physical quality of a human could never compare to that of a dark creature. A man who looked as strong as a bear, against a bloodsucker, as slender and delicate as a woman, would surely die in hand-to-hand combat!

His feet stomped onto the ground and he dashed forward, claws flaring.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

A series of crossbow bolts cut swiftly through the air, piercing through the shadows.

The steel arrows embedded into Franz’s chest, but he ignored the injuries and continued to charge wildly. The opponent’s use of crossbow arrows revealed that archery was their only means of attack; this seemingly muscular man was nothing more than a paper tiger.

“Die!”

Franz instantly appeared in front of the man, a savage killing intent flashed in his eyes. His palm shaped an “X” and swiped down with his sharp, narrow, red claws targeting the opponent’s neck!

This strike! Could tear cement apart!

“Grrr…” An ugly friction sound echoed.

Franz suddenly felt like he was cutting thick, tough leather with both hands, barely making a dent. The scene he had envisioned, like a hot knife slicing through frozen butter, did not materialize.

In the shadows, Franz’s hands were held high, each side of the man’s thick neck. The man looked at him calmly.

“Pieces of trash like you, I’ve killed at least dozens of these past six months. I’ll use your blood to consecrate my freshly made muscle-patterned Furious Steam Crossbow…”

“What?!” Franz exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide.

Click!

His outstretched arms were abruptly pulled down.

Blood spurted from his arm sockets, the gruesome cross-section revealing disgusting muscle texture and a few severed large tendons.

Thud!

Before Franz had a chance to react, he was kicked away like a broken doll. With his caved-in chest, the sound of cracking bones echoed, a wave of severe pain engulfing his mind.

Cough, cough, cough…

Franz’s head thudded against the wall, followed by coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. That man…that man…possessed such terrifying strength. How could he be an archer!

It was a blatant deception! A disgraceful disguise!

Gathering the strength in his body, he attempted to rise, fueled by inner anger. Suddenly, a heavy foot smashed onto Franz’s stomach, the crushing force pinning him down.

Franz felt like his intestines were about to squeeze out.

“Blood Manipulation!” He internaly yelled, using his ability.

But the man in front of him seemed unaffected.

“Go join your comrades.”

Casio looked down and spoke, then pointed a mechanical crossbow, twice the size of the average, at Franz’s chest.

Then he pulled the trigger under Franz’s terrified gaze.

Splurt, splurt, splurt…

Blood blossomed in an extravagant burst, beautiful and bloody.

The heart of a Blood Clan is protected by bones on both sides, but it obviously has its limits. Under the crazed assault of a dozen high-powered heavy crossbow bolts, the small piece of bone protecting the heart was instantly shattered. Hot liquid quickly pooled into a puddle of blood.

Casio felt insecure, so he swiftly reached out a brawny arm, grabbed Franz’s head, and slammed it into the wall with a force like a hammer. The successive pounding sounds echoed like firecrackers, the flesh and blood splattering.

Franz’s head was flattened like a pancake and combined with his exploded heart, he surely couldn’t survive. Casio cracked his neck, just about to add a few more bolts, when he noticed a white envelope on the ground. It seemed to have fallen out when he was violently whipping Franz’s corpse. He reached out and picked it up.