I have mixed experience with Uncle Jiu

Chapter 307 Holy Water
Lin Sheng held the Dragon Yin Black Gold Excalibur in his hand, but he didn't stop moving at all, and it turned into a straight black line and stretched towards the three vampires.

Although those three vampires had just been infected with mutant vampires, their abilities should not be underestimated.

The most difficult thing about this kind of thing is the kind of corpse poison that gathers on them after they die.

The distribution of the three vampires presents an inverted triangle distribution in the church. The one on the top is wearing a missionary's gray cloth robe at this time, and it seems that it should be a local young man who has not yet joined the church. too long.

The next two were still hiding in the darkness at this time, and seemed to be constantly oppressing the constant invasion of the corpse poison inside their bodies. They buried themselves under the gray missionary robes, unable to see clearly. face.

The man on the top, who had been unable to suppress the corpse poison in his body at this time, had completely turned into a vampire at this time, his face was ferocious, and two sharp long teeth had protruded from the corners of his mouth.

A pair of hands withered quickly, like an eagle's talons, withered and extremely long nails.

At this moment, his face was ferocious, and he could no longer control his figure, lying half prone on the table, like a bloodthirsty beast, coldly looking around at a group of missionaries standing in front of him.

The elderly Degaux old missionary, wearing round glasses, clasped his hands at this moment, and hung a shiny silver cross on his neck, which had a metallic luster in the twilight.

This person is the old man who is called 'father' among the missionaries. At this time, while muttering words, he shouted to the tall man behind him: "my son, he has become the heir of the devil Satan, we The demons must be destroyed on behalf of our true God, and the holy water must be brought."

The man was about to turn around to get the holy water, but suddenly found a man in a black robe in the church. The man's whole body was covered by the black robe, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Holding a black long sword.

The long sword is more than three feet wide and two fingers wide. The blade is sharp and glows with a cold light.

There are eight rings on the spine of the sword. The end of the sword is a rough hilt. A rough dark yellow palm is on the hilt, and the tip of the sword hangs down to the ground.

The man looked very mysterious, just as mysterious as his weird long sword.

The face of the man called 'my son' twitched a little. Obviously, other people also noticed this man in black robe and holding a sword who suddenly appeared in the church. He looked like a man in the dark church. A god of death in charge of life and death.

"Robbers?"

Seeing that the man didn't respond, he tentatively asked again:
"Knight?"

In this day and age, the so-called common people live and work in peace and contentment, and the authority in the secular world is chaotic, so it is normal to ask like this.

However, the man still didn't respond at all, he just stood there in the darkness, like a statue that had stood there since ancient times, letting the ink-like night gradually engulf him.

"Ow!"

Just at this time, the vampire missionary who had just mutated on the table suddenly uttered a strange cry, and slapped the other four or five people who had pressed him on the table over. .

Then two fangs covered with a layer of cold frost were exposed under the moonlight passing through the window, and opened his bloodthirsty mouth like a monster, and uttered a strange cry straight to the elderly man in front of him. The neck of the frail 'father' gnawed away.

The fangs were thick and sharp, and it was easy to imagine that those two fangs would penetrate the old man's neck, which was wrinkled into a pile of old skin, and tear off a piece of flesh without hesitation.

It seemed that everyone had foreseen such a bloody scene, as if they had agreed on a unified agreement, they stood motionless in the dark night, like dozens of statues.

Only when the old man uttered a sharp cry, did it seem as if these people who had been turned into statues were awakened again.

The old man was wearing a missionary's loose robe, and the silver cross the size of a baby's fist was dangling back and forth between his necks as the old man's ears trembled.

The old man arched his back, and his whole body was like a capital 'C' shape. It was hard to imagine that an old man at such an age could make such difficult movements.

There was deep fear in his eyes, looking through the transparent lens at the two fangs that had been exposed from his withered palm, there was a gloomy cold light.

Still warm blood flowed down the two penetrating long teeth in the palm, and gradually gathered at the tips of the teeth to form blood drops, and then dripped on the old man's face, glasses, and beard.

After seeing the blood, the vampire who was infected for the first time seemed to have been injected with a stimulant at this moment. His whole body trembled inexplicably, and his whole body made inexplicable sounds from his throat.

There was a little excitement in that voice, but in the ears of everyone present, it gave everyone a chill for no reason.

"You satanic devil, go to hell, the Almighty Lord will punish you."

At this critical moment, the tall young man in a loose robe, holding the holy water placed in the church during the day, without any scruples at this moment, turned towards the blood-shining man in the night. The man with pupils splashed over.

The holy water slid across an elegant arc, and made a crisp "pop", hitting the vampire's body.

However, the picture of the vampire holding his head and crying in pain under the majesty of the holy water that everyone was expecting did not appear.

Just like a basin of cold water, pouring it on a wild beast has no other effect except to arouse the fierceness of that beast.

"what!"

The screams of the elderly echoed back and forth in the empty church, hitting everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The two blood-stained fangs were deeply embedded in the neck of the old man called 'father'.

And at this moment, the cross hanging around his neck, which was shaking back and forth, finally fell to the ground with an unbearable "snap", making a crisp and crisp sound.

It seems to be mocking many missionaries who are watching here, adding a bit of irony to the feast of the devil in front of him.

"Ah, no!" The tall young missionary who had been following the 'father' seemed to be unable to accept the scene in front of him, and cried out in pain while holding his head.

Then he held the Bible in his hand high in the air, tears streaming down his sides, and he prayed to an unknown existence in the sky with an almost pious voice: "Lord, if you It really exists, please give me the power to punish this devil who is worthless."

(End of this chapter)