Doom Knight System

The subway in Getan City has a history of nearly a hundred years. It spreads throughout the city like a giant web woven by spiders. The daily passenger flow exceeds 200 million. Basically, people in the city rely on the subway to travel.

Although the subway has been refurbished many times, many of the equipment still look very old, and it can be called dilapidated under the dim light.

The wall bricks in the passage are missing one piece in the east and one piece in the west, and the exposed brick joints are still leaking water. Huge graffiti are spray-painted along the entire passageway, and some skeletons or devil graffiti are lifelike, adding a touch of atmosphere to the subway. chill.

There are only curved stairs in the subway, and there is no direct elevator to the ground, so this place has become a paradise for beggars and homeless. They hide in the dark shadows and watch pedestrians with greedy eyes.

As soon as Lancelo took Avril into the subway, he was surrounded by a group of homeless children holding pots in their hands, looking at Lancelot pitifully.

"Get out!" Lancelot flashed out the short knife, releasing a trace of murderous aura from his body, and the children in front of him ran away like a panicked little beast.

"Brother, where are we going?" Avril asked in a low voice. After she learned the news of her parents' death, she felt as if the sky was falling. Fortunately, Lancelot was there to support her.

"This subway can lead directly to the family mansion. Let's regain our position. In any case, we occupy 80.00% of the family's shares. Those mercenaries don't recognize money." Lancelot said slowly.

Avril Lavigne nodded half-understood, with excitement in the depths of her eyes, not everyone is willing to be poor, especially those who were once high and called princesses.

After seeing how powerful her "brother" is, Avril Lavigne had a bolder idea in her heart.

This subway turns twice along the downtown loop, and then walks through the Empire State Building in the downtown.

Avril Lavigne leaned on Lancelot's shoulder. The shaking of the carriage made her sleepy, and she kept yawning. After passing through several stations, there were fewer and fewer passengers in the carriage.

Lancelot frowned suddenly, and stared at the car door. The man who came in had a strong dark aura, and he was a real blood.

This man looks gentle and elegant, like an aristocrat, in his early forties, with mousse hair and a clean shaven face, wearing a straight gray suit, with a pen in his right pocket, his hand He held a bulging briefcase in his hand, his fingers were slender and fair, and there was no dirt at all, and there was a gold ring on one of his fingers.

"Interesting, it's the Bruhe in hell?" Lancelot thought to himself, closing his eyes and pretending to rest, but secretly paying attention to the breath of the vampire. The even and powerful rhythm proves that this person's strength and lung capacity are amazing. In terms of physical ability alone, it should have reached the level of an apprentice knight, and it is absolutely invincible against ordinary people.

If it was in hell, the viscount's strength would at least increase fifty times, reaching the level of the silver knight.

The blood gentleman took out a piece of hair and put it gently under the nose, but then frowned. He would never have thought that Avril Lavigne's body had been treated by Lancelot, and there would never be any traces left.

"Haven't come yet? It's okay, let me hunt happily as a warm-up." Mr. Blood said to himself.

Then, he stood up slowly, adjusted the tie on his chest with both hands, opened the door and walked to the front carriage.

A Caucasian guy with a game console in his hand, who was immersed in it, became the first target of Mr. Blood.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The boy looked up when he saw someone around him, but then the subway entered a dark tunnel.

Click!Under the dim lighting of the carriage, the young man fell limply on the seat. Mr. Sanguine gracefully took out a white handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Ah! Murder!" A black woman who was very close turned her head when she heard the voice, and when she saw the thing on the white boy's chest, she immediately uttered a horrified cry.

The other passengers also panicked and also started screaming loudly.

"Oh my god, it's a vampire! His blood addiction is broken, hurry up and call the police!"

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"Huh? How damn you compare me to a dirty vampire!" Mr. Sanguine said dissatisfiedly, and then reached out his hand to take out a hammer from his briefcase.

A young woman backed away while making a phone call. Just as she put her hand on the door of the carriage, the black hammer flew over and hit her hard on the head, splashing blood and brains everywhere.

The black woman rushed into the car where Lancelow was, screaming and screaming, which woke up Avril Lavigne.

"What's wrong? Brother." Avril rubbed her eyes and asked in confusion.

"It's okay, continue to sleep, we'll be there in a while." Lancelot said with a smile, and then pressed Avril's neck, and the latter fell asleep immediately.

Mr. Blood came in with an expression on his face, without using any extraordinary power, just like walking on the dance floor, he casually grabbed the black woman's hair behind him.

"Forgive me, please spare me!" The black woman wailed loudly, her body trembling.

However, this Mr. Blood was merciless, grabbed her neck with one hand, and then forcefully up and down, the entire skull of the woman was crushed instantly as if being crushed by a hydraulic machine, and the neck bone rotated 360 degrees.

"Huh? It's you!" Mr. Blood suddenly turned his head to Lancelow. In his intuition, the place was empty, but Lancelot's appearance made him a little uneasy.

Mr. Sanguine took out a photo, confirmed Lancelot's identity, and said coldly, "You are a daywalker? No, your breath is human!"

"Has the noble race second only to the fallen angels in hell become the slaves of the gods? It's ridiculous." Lancelot said slowly. The language he uses now is the oldest abyssal language in hell.

As soon as this familiar yet unfamiliar language came out, Mr. Blood Race was stunned. He said in disbelief, "You... who are you?"

"What right do you have to know my name?" Lancelot sneered.

Mr. Blood Race became furious and shouted: "No matter what, no matter how powerful a demon enters this world, it will only become the lowest demon warrior. Go to hell."

Immediately afterwards, he punched Lancelow's head, but the bullet-like fist was easily stopped by Lancelow's palm.