Plane game: mental disorder at the beginning

Chapter 122 The Feast of Blood Begins

Chen Po's kind of fighting maniac can yell "the wind is blowing hard", then something must be wrong, something big must have happened over there.

Fang Jingzhe and Li Moye had no time to study the shining dead man, so they turned around and rushed out.

At this moment, they couldn't care less about covering up and hiding. The jingle just now woke up the vegetative people.

Because the two rooms are just at the left and right ends of the stairs, Fang Jingzhe and Li Moye don't need to take a detour to meet them.When the two of them ran halfway, they saw Chen Po and Yuan Lurui who were also running wildly.

Chen Po's arms swung quickly, and his arms could be thrown into the wind with a "huhu", while Yuan Lurui was hugging Chen Po in front of him, with his legs wrapped around his waist, hanging on Chen Po's body like a pendant.

If it weren't for the emergency, Fang Jingzhe might really be thinking wrong.

Yuan Lvrui, who was in the pendant state, stared closely behind Chen Po, spilling something from his shoulder to the ground from time to time.

And behind them, accompanied by the noisy air explosion, a group of red-eyed bats bigger than dogs flew towards them.

At the same moment, as soon as the thing Yuan Lurui spilled touched the ground, it quickly rolled up and swelled like elephant toothpaste, and grew into a group of four-legged creatures about one meter long, shaped like dogs, and covered with thick thorns covered with spikes Composition, with a wooden shell with sharp teeth on its back.

This is one of Yuan Lurui's characteristics of controlling plants, the "Tearer" summoned by using seeds.

Although those tearers are plants, they act like animals. As soon as they grow into shape, they jump high, bite the red-eyed bat in the air, and tear them to pieces on the ground.

It's a pity that there are too many bats, and the speed is so fast. Although those tearers are constantly hunting, they can only stop two or three of them. The two people in front flew over.

Fang Jingzhe yelled: "Damn it, you two went hunting wild game?"

Chen Po: "Fuck you! The law strictly prohibits eating wild game!!"

Yuan Lurui, who was hanging on Chen Po's body, really couldn't understand the idiot brain circuit of these men, and shouted angrily: "Don't talk nonsense! Find a way!"

"Go to the first floor! Go first! I'll cover you!"

Li Moye, Chen Po, and Yuan Lvrui rushed out of the corridor, but Fang Jingzhe stopped at the door of the corridor with a sudden brake.

In the darkness, the sound of countless bats flapping their wings mixed with the smell of stench rolled in, as if it was a tide of darkness that was about to swallow everything.

Fang Jingzhe quickly took out a pair of sunglasses to put on for himself, and then picked up the Holy Light MS-27 with his right hand.

“FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!”

hum-

Fang Jingzhe understood what "Holy Light" is at this moment.

A boundless dazzling white shock wave vibrated and spread out, the light was extremely bright, as if it was about to materialize, it filled the entire corridor in an instant.

Through the sunglasses, Fang Jingzhe felt as if he was blind for a moment.

Although bats rely on ultrasonic waves to locate and fly instead of eyes, Fang Jingzhe has already considered this point. After all, he is holding the "Holy Light", not a flashlight.

The "sizzling" sound of a piece of organic matter burning filled my ears, and there was also a smell of burnt barbecue.

Then, there was a crash of thunderbolt.

He looked down, and in just a second or two, there was already a layer of charred bat corpses on the ground, some of which were not completely dead, struggling uselessly.

At the same time, puffs of black smoke rose from the bats on the ground.

The fishy smell is as sour and refreshing as stewed stinky tofu with snail powder and boiled durian soup with white snake grass.

……

Fang Jingzhe turned off the holy light, turned around and ran away.

One shot to change places is basic tactical training, he didn't expect to shake all the bats to death with one shot.

The most important thing now is to leave from the first floor, find the car they drove when they came, and escape here quickly.

He couldn't believe it, no matter how fast a bat flies, can it be faster than a car burning gasoline?
At this time, Yuan Lurui had jumped off Chen Po's body, and he was relieved to see that Fang Jingzhe was fine, but felt that the sunglasses on his face were really out of place.

Fang Jingzhe asked: "What happened just now?"

"I don't know! As soon as we entered, it felt a little bit wrong, it was pitch black, and the stench was suffocating. As soon as we took two steps in, he stepped on something, and then..."

Yuan Lurui paused at this point, and then said with lingering fear: "The red eyes in the room are all shining, all staring at us..."

Hearing this, Li Moye swallowed unconsciously.

In the dark room, a dense group of red eyes suddenly appeared, and no one's scalp would feel numb after looking at it.

"Those are definitely not ordinary bats, not even normal bats. They are raised by vampires, so what good things can they have?" Fang Jingzhe gave an uncertain statement.

Several people ran while talking and came to the lobby on the first floor.

Fang Jingzhe suddenly stopped.

The moment everyone stopped, all the candles in the hall lit up.

Viscount Bernhard Camus, standing at the top of the stairs, he was still dressed before the dinner.

Fang Jingzhe saw the old acquaintance Lester, standing at the bottom of the stairs, facing them.

Lester still maintained a gentleman's polite smile, and asked gently: "Guests, where are you going at this time?"

"Can't sleep, go out to relax." Fang Jingzhe replied.

"In such a dark night, walking in the open wilderness is very easy to be spotted by dangerous nocturnal creatures." Lester seemed to mean something.

Fang Jingzhe raised the Holy Light MS-27 in his hand, and said calmly, "It doesn't matter, I brought a flashlight."

Lester laughed. "How much a flashlight can—"

next second.

hum-

"my eyes!!!"

Even if it is full of candles, in front of Shengguang MS-27, it is just the light of fireflies.

It's no different than exploding a flashbang in mid-air.

The entire hall was bright as day, and the dozen or so high-ranking vampires standing opposite all turned their heads and covered their faces in unison.

Fang Jingzhe calculated the angle, and this luminous cannon covered almost all targets.

Fang Jingzhe has researched that vampires all have the ability of night vision. Once in a dark environment, the sensitivity of the eyes will increase a lot, just like wearing night vision goggles.

Right in the middle!

Did you mean to say "how bright a flashlight can be"?
Just ask you!Bright or not! ! !
Li Moye and the others were also taken aback by the brightness of Shengguang MS-27, especially because Chen Po's angle was not very good, and they were slightly affected.

"It's so bright, I seem to see my deceased grandma."

"Look at your grandma's legs!" Yuan Lurui slapped Chen Po on the back of the head with a big pocket, "Run!"

Taking advantage of the blindness of everyone on the opposite side, Fang Jingzhe turned off the flashlight, and the four of them turned around and ran towards the gate.

"Damn! What the hell is this?!!!"

Bernhard Camus gritted his teeth viciously and roared loudly.

Fang Jingzhe replied loudly while running: "Holy light flashlight! Specialize in all kinds of nocturnal creatures!"

While speaking, Fang Jingzhe looked back.

Sure enough, except for the slight green smoke rising from the front few people, the other guys didn't even look injured at all.

Although the Holy Light MS-27 was bright enough to restrain evil creatures, they were facing a group of vampires who might have lived for hundreds or even thousands of years. How could a boss-level figure be finished so easily.

Right now the best way is to drive away.

As for why they didn't start a fight, apart from not being fully sure, Fang Jingzhe had a vague premonition.

This premonition also appeared several times before Fang Jingzhe entered the game.

The most obvious one was when he came home from get out of class and saw the two fakes at home.

Maybe this is, a man's sixth sense?

Just when Chen Po's hand was about to reach the gate, a shrill wolf howl suddenly came from a distance, mixed with a few women's wails.

In the next second, the door shattered with a "bang", and countless pieces of wood flew towards Fang Jingzhe and the others in front of the door like bullets fired from the chamber.

Fang Jingzhe secretly thought that it was not good, he didn't have time to take the weapon, so he could only cross his hands in front of him.

"I come!!!"

Chen Po, who rushed to the front, let out a loud shout, spread his arms, and then suddenly closed them, clapping his palms together.

"when!!!!!"

Like the ringing of an evening bell, a wave of air spread out centered on Chen Po, sweeping away all the flying sawdust and completely blowing away the broken gate.

And outside the door, there were already seven or eight people standing at some point, the leader was wearing a silver-white armor, and at this time, under the moonlight, there was a misty halo.

"Bernhard, you really disappoint me. The dignified vampire can't even deal with a few ordinary people. It seems that I have to think about our cooperation again."

The leader who speaks is mocking.

At this moment, Viscount Bernhard Camus' eyesight has basically recovered. He looked at the figure at the door and said disdainfully, "Pallas, are you mocking the great Viscount Vampire?"

"Great? Hahahahahahahaha!" The person named Pallas laughed, and his laughter was full of sarcasm.

"In the past, the Viscount was just a begging ant. Now it's just because there is no vampire with a higher title than you. Otherwise, do you think I will cooperate with an inferior creature like you?"

Bernhard Camus' eyes instantly turned blood red, and he said coldly: "Pallas, you have successfully angered me!"

"That's good, let's deal with these little guys first, isn't today a feast of blood?"

"I will definitely step on you and let you know what a noble blood is." Bernhard Camus turned to look at Leicester, "You are responsible for handling the people you bring! Others can also Hunt to your heart's content..."

"Blood Feast...begins—!"

(End of this chapter)