End of the Sky

Woohoo

The steam-drawn vintage locomotive slowly approached the station. After a long whistle, the black dragon stopped.

Amelia's subordinates signaled, and soon, the long-awaited welcome team responded.

Russell pushed the window and watched the dim night rain. He couldn't help but stretched his hands out, his fingertips grinded and moistened: "It's raining, I like rainy days the most."

"Why?" Amelia, in a black skinny leather coat, gently wiped her knight's sword and asked casually.

Because glee is the root of happiness, every time it rains, you can see passersby rushing in the rain.

Russell thought about it, but said in his mouth: "Rain can wash the impetuousness and cool the hustle and bustle of the world. This is a purification!"

Amelia did not continue the topic, but said, "Let me be right, there is an ambush in the station, because it is too quiet here."

"What do you mean, is it possible that your vampire's greeting ceremony is to beat the gongs and drums, and to fire?"

"No, it's so cold here that I'm cold ..."

Oh! Oh! Oh! Da ------

Intensive gunfire interrupted Amelia's words.

I saw dozens of black guns standing on the parking sheds on both sides of the platform of the station, clusters of fire tongues blooming, swept across by dense firepower.

The train window shattered in response to the sound. The bullet penetrated the iron sheet leaving dense bullet holes. The gunfire continued for half a minute before stopping.

In the carriage, the water curtain erected as a barrier, guarding Russell's sides, blocking this premeditated attack.

Amelia wielded the knight sword and opened the incoming bullets, probably because Russell only looked after herself, causing the careful woman to be dissatisfied. From time to time, several bullets shot at him.

After the sound of the gun fell, the attackers on both sides noticed anomalies, and there was no scream on the train, as if it were an empty car.

It was indeed an empty car. Under the friendly reminder of Russell, Amelia let her subordinates leave halfway and followed behind the train. As soon as the gunfire stopped, more than fifty vampire warriors rushed out from the dark end of the train track.

They were extremely fast. They fired guns at the attackers on the platform, used fire cover, accelerated their charge, and immediately jumped onto the train roof and parking shed.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Da ------

The gunfire sounded again, and the attackers reloaded their magazines. Strange things happened. After being shot by Amelia's subordinates, instead of being able to heal themselves, they fell to the ground in pain. The single hole on the body radiated purple light, and the red blood in the blood vessels was stained with fluorescent purple. After a while, the whole body withered and became a dry corpse, and a little sand became ashes.

The tragic situation was like being roasted by the scorching sun, but the process was slower. Amelia's subordinates were horrified, frightened by the tragic death of their companions, and scattered around to find shelter.

In such a few seconds of work, fifty vampire warriors died more than half. There were no wounded, and none of the shots survived.

The abnormality suddenly came. Amelia in the carriage was surprised. Russell suddenly remembered something. The water curtain wrapped up an attacker and snatched his pistol.

Russell stepped back from the magazine, looked at the special fluorescent bullet inside, and grinned, "You're doing something, ultraviolet bullets, using sunlight as a weapon, killing one vampire."

Amelia's face cooled down, and she instinctively repelled the sun. She immediately took two steps back, at the same time picked up the walkie-talkie around her, and ordered her subordinates to evacuate quickly.

Sunshine is a hurdle that the vampire can never pass. The attacker has a sharp weapon in her hand, and her person has no chance of winning.

The vampires received orders such as amnesty, and fought back while raising their guns. A perfect anti-encirclement war, under the authority of science and technology, became an embarrassing farce.

In fact, among these escaped vampire warriors, there are no shortage of powerful masters, just like Russell met four vampire guards at the playground. Seriously, he can completely stop the bullets.

But the Sun Weapons were too scary to die with one shot, and they couldn't afford the courage to fight.

The attackers relented and separated into two teams. One team pursued with a gun, and the other approached the carriage where Amelia was.

Amelia face frosty, carrying a knight sword across the platform, a purple bullet rain struck, and she was all opened with a long sword.

When the attackers saw this, they stopped the meaningless firing, and under the amazement of Amelia, roared and turned into a werewolf who was more than two meters tall and covered with black hair.

Tonight was a bit surprised, and Amelia laughed at herself: "So many werewolves, is London the home base of vampires or the home base of werewolves ..."

"Roar roar ---"

More than twenty werewolves launched the charge, leaving afterimages in place and waving their claws towards Amelia.

Jianguang! Claw shadow! Blood!

On the platform, Amelia wielded a sword in both hands and quickly swung, and her speed doubled under usual anger.

The air seemed to freeze under the shadow of a high-speed dancing sword. It was first chopped into pieces by the sword's turbulent blade, and then exploded and rolled into a vortex under wind pressure.

Light and shadow crisscross, cut mottled traces appear densely on the platform floor, walls ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, and trains. As the traces accumulate, the hard ground rises and intersects into deep gullies.

A few shadows flashed back and forth around Amelia, but both speed and strength worsened her by more than one level. The corpse and blood flew to the ground, but strangely circled around her, and none could reach the area covered by the knight sword.

Within a short time, the platform was full of scars, the adjacent stone pillars were chopped off by the sword gas, the ground was like a bomb, and a large expanse of soil was turned up and turned out of sight.

In the other compartment, Russell watched the beauty dancing sword, and suddenly felt that he had talked too much before. If she didn't remind Amelia, it would be more exciting to see her fighting in evening dress.

"Roar roar ---"

A low growl sounded, and five tall werewolves rushed in on both sides of the carriage, and their teeth were dripping saliva, apparently Russell was also one of the targets.

A misunderstanding, but nothing to explain, Russell swept a few werewolves and continued to watch the battle.

Five werewolves were swept by scornful glances, and they roared up and down, about a second before they met Russell. The water splashes rolled in front of them, and all of them were wrapped by water polo.

Rumble! !!

The werewolf was struggling fiercely, his claws wielded and carried huge power, and swept away a large spray of water. The power was much stronger than that of a vampire.

More and more trickles crawled in from the window of the car, and the water polo continually expanded. When the werewolf struggled gradually, Russell abruptly withdrew the water source, pulled out the sand eagle and continuously pulled the trigger.

Watching the bullet holes healing on several werewolves, Russell estimated that their vitality was stronger than that of vampires.

Filling in several silver bullets given by Amelia, Russell fired again, hitting the heads of five werewolves.

No need to think too much, just like vampires, the head is OK!