Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 156 The Raging Albert
Looking at the five vampires in front of him, Albert was filled with anger.

But he closed his eyes, as if the enemy in front of him did not exist.

He muttered to himself, not knowing who he wanted to tell: "Ah, I finally found you, no one understands you better than me, no one hates you bloody vampires more than me!"

Without exception, vampires all come from the blood clan, and the blood clan, this ancient name, represents the oldest and most evil martial arts sect in the entire continent!
And the martial arts technique of the blood clan is also the most evil and cruelest technique in the entire continent!The disciples of the blood clan, the members of the blood clan who learn these exercises, are the vampires that everyone in the whole continent shouts and beats.

The essence of blood clan skills is very simple. It is to enhance one's own skills, inner breath, strengthen one's body, speed, and even lifespan by sucking the blood of others, and then practicing secret methods!Generally speaking, the stronger the martial arts of the object of smoking, the better the effect of cultivation, but this practice is not without cost, it will make the more you smoke, the more addictive you are, once there is not enough fresh blood for a certain period of time to replenish If you smoke it, you will suffer from insanity, life would be worse than death, or even serious strength regression and even death.This is an endless evil road that can only go all the way to darkness.

But hunting martial arts experts is very dangerous, and they often sail in the gutter. For hundreds of years, there are not a few people who have been caught and executed, or killed on the spot.Although once they drink the blood of high-level warriors, they can often improve their strength and leave their companions behind, but there are still very few vampires who have the courage to embark on this road of hunting the strong.

So in many cases, these vampires often do not pay attention to the strength of their victims. They like to follow their own unique preferences. Some like strong men, some like children, some like girls, some like to stab their necks quietly with their teeth, and some Loves to rip open arteries and gulp while sadistically but without exception, they all prefer to suck on the living, not the dead.

Anyway, as long as fresh blood is useful, why bother to provoke the strong?Anyway, low-level warriors and ordinary people are everywhere.

It can be said that behind every powerful vampire, there are tons and tons of blood of innocent people, as well as the brokenness and blood and tears of countless families.

The strength of the entire blood clan is also very strong. Although they have many clans and factions, there are many masters among them, and there are not a few powerful vampires at the martial saint level.In the past thousand years, Christian Valkyrie, as a symbol of justice in the mainland, has also sent a large number of strong men to attack the nominal headquarters of the blood race: Fort Dracula many times, but almost every time they returned without success , and even lost soldiers and generals.

And Albert has always had a strong hatred for these vampires.

In the past, Albert was a free-spirited, romantic, like to brag and fart everywhere, a typical self-defeating dude.But earlier, it wasn't like this. He was also a person who practiced the family's sword art assiduously, and wanted to make contributions and stand out.And all his unremitting efforts and struggles are just for that one goal, that one dream.
Until that day, he lost his goal, lost his dream.

He saw the dead body of the girl who had been his childhood sweetheart, grew up, encouraged him, comforted him, cried with him, laughed with him, and even married him in the future.The pale, shriveled corpse full of fine wounds.

The police came, and so did the Musketeers.However, many days later, he only got a reply like "Their lightness kung fu is too powerful. Our encirclement failed and we didn't catch them. I don't know where they went now."

He has been angry, mad, vented, and even bored at home, like a walking dead for a long time.

In the end, he put down the knife, picked up the wine, put down his hard work, picked up the freedom to wander, and changed into another appearance, the one he once spurned.

But now, 5 vampires, 5 living vampires stood in front of him.

Just now on the cliff, the silent prayer was answered.

The scene he had dreamed of day and night turned into reality!
And he now has the power he once needed and dreamed of!

He didn't know if these five vampires were his enemies back then, he only knew that all vampires should die!

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Albert opened his eyes, looked up to the sky and laughed, tears streaming down his face: "Olivia, I found them!"

Then he turned into the wind.
"She's attacking!"

"So fast!"

"Back to back defense!"

"She's on the left! No, on the right!"

Knowing that they had encountered a major enemy, those vampires hurriedly organized defenses.

All of them were full of blood, their movements were as swift as flying, and bright red claw shadows filled the sky, and their sharp energy shot out in all directions!
But they couldn't stop it.

In martial arts in the world, there is only one thing that is firm but not urgent, and only fast that is not broken!

The wind penetrates everywhere!The wind is as violent as a hammer!
Those are fists like the wind, each punch is not powerful, each punch cannot be dodged, cannot be unloaded, and each punch can completely hit them!

It was a fist like the wind, hitting every part of their body, head, neck, chest, abdomen, back... nothing was missed, and it was unstoppable!

That is a fist like the wind, even if they gather, even if they separate, even if they run in all directions, they can hit them without falling!

The ghostly lightness kung fu he became famous for was useless, no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't shake off the unhurried fist.

The blood-colored qi that was good at unloading force was broken in one blow, and the power attached to the fist was completely presented on the body.

The powerful body that has been tempered and tempered is like clay. If you are punched, there will be another punch mark, which is deeply engraved into the flesh.

Clothes!Rotten meat!fracture!Blood vessels burst!
They had given up running, had given up resisting.

They have lost the ability to escape, lost the ability to resist.

They were blown by the howling wind, changed directions, and changed shapes, and slowly gathered in one place.

As if being kneaded by invisible big hands, they were stirred, aggregated, squeezed, and finally turned from five balls into one ball, mixed together without distinguishing each other.

But the wind still kept blowing, and it never stopped for a long time.

When Zhang Ang arrived, he only saw a large spread of meat paste on the ground, and couldn't help but stop him: "Albert, that's enough!"

The violent howling wind stopped, and Albert appeared in front of Zhang Ang.

His hands trembled slightly, his fists were blood red, but his eyes were full of tears.

(End of this chapter)