devil priest in marvel exorcism

Whist was fully armed and rode his horse to the planned blocking point on First Avenue.

Pulling the reins, the war horse neighed and stopped.

The vampires haven't arrived yet, and Whist's thoughts are wandering.

How long has it been since he came to America from Los Angeles?

ten years?Or 20 years?

It should be more than 20 years ago, after all, the blade has grown up.

After all these years, he can still think of that most terrible day from time to time, like a nightmare...

The pair of tourists who claimed to be from the United States took action without warning and killed his wife and child.

He picked up the shotgun and tried to resist, but was knocked down by the "man" at a weird speed.

He begged and cried in front of them, unable to stop...

That was the last time he cried in front of "people" because from that day on, he had been "killed".

At that time, he also had an older brother who was a scientist, but he did not go to him.

In order not to involve my brother.

He dropped his last name and kept only his first name.

Then, go for revenge!

After going through many hardships and dangers, he pursued the two "tourists" to the United States. He killed one of them and captured the other.

He brutally tortured the vampire and asked it why they hurt him and his family when they were so warm and hospitable.

The answer was pathetic, and Whist still remembers the bastard's response.

They just wanted to taste the difference of foreign blood...

Oh, the whim of Cao Mu Ma!

From then on, he made up his mind to send all these damn monsters to hell!

But he is just an ordinary person. As he gets older, his physical strength and energy cannot keep up.

Fortunately, fate favored him and allowed him to meet the blade.

Hahaha, that kid is a born vampire hunter!

Training, teaching...he devoted all his efforts.

Blade lived up to his expectations and grew into a "natural enemy" that vampires feared.

But what followed was that the child's blood thirst became more and more serious.

At this time, a miracle occurred.

Dolby, the young man, appeared before him like a miracle.

Not only did he cure Blade's blood thirst, but he also led him to meet the heroic ancestors and gained a stronger body and powerful martial arts.

His new body allowed him to see further, hear more clearly, and his reflexes and strength became extraordinary.

His nose lifted slightly, and he smelled the familiar, nauseating iron smell in the air.

Looking up, he saw a group of vampires walking in the distance.

His excellent eyesight allowed him to clearly count the number of vampires in this group.

Three hundred in total.

Three hundred armed vampires against him alone.

This fight was more dangerous than any he had ever fought.

Can he withstand the impact of these three hundred vampires alone?

Looking at the approaching vampire team, he wasn't so sure either.

He touched the silver-plated handaxe on his waist, and the unique cold touch of metal calmed him down.

The war horse under his crotch seemed to feel the coming of war, and he snorted Herod excitedly.

Whist smiled and touched the flask on his belt.

The blade has cured the blood thirst, and he no longer has any worries.

Moreover, wasn't today's scene exactly what he had expected all along?

The vampire bastards no longer hide in the gutter, but appear in front of him in groups.

Killing all the vampires in New York, this goal in life, has never been so close to him.

From a distance, the vampires and the surrounding crowd had already discovered Whist.

People have been informed, but rather than believing that vampires are real, they are more willing to believe that this is a hoax or a conspiracy between the government and wealthy people.

An alcoholic with a big belly stumbled out of the tavern carrying half a bottle of wine.

He saw Whist riding on a horse. As a Danish immigrant, he recognized Whist's dress at a glance, and he laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, old madman, what do you mean by dressing like a Viking?

Are you filming?Where's your horned helmet? "

The drunkard's shouts alerted the proprietress of the tavern.

This is a Russian woman in her forties.

He has red eyes, red lips and a straight nose.

There are slight wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, but the waist is still slender and the figure is round and plump.

Her whole body exudes the unique sexiness of a mature woman.

She wiped her hands from behind the counter, picked up a double-barreled rifle, and walked out of the tavern, ready to chase away the drunkard blocking the door of her tavern.

She was a widow, and her husband died when she immigrated from Erros.

In order to survive, I bought this tavern with my only savings and ran it with my five-year-old daughter.

A widow running a tavern by herself is in trouble.

If it is a beautiful widow, there will be even more trouble.

Fortunately, the man showed up.

He helped her drive away the gangsters who came to make trouble, gave her a gun and a box of bullets, and taught her the rules of survival here.

Gradually, the tavern opened slowly, and she also developed a liking for the man.

She didn't care that the other person was older than her, she just wanted to find a reliable man in a foreign country with whom she could form a family again and live together.

But no matter how she hinted, that guy was like a piece of wood. Every time he came, he drank in a dull manner and left after drinking.

Even if she stayed, she would just install strange things like concentrated garlic juice in her tavern.

Seeing that he liked drinking, she gave him a small silver flask, but she never saw him wearing it.

But today, she saw the wine flask again, hanging on that man.

And the man was riding a tall horse, majestic, like a warrior.

The drunkard was laughing and sarcastic when he felt a dark shadow in front of his eyes and a cold touch on his cheek.

He heard the vicious voice of the pretty tavern proprietress.

"If you don't shut up that shit-spewing mouth of yours, I'll blow it to pieces!"

The proprietress and drunkard in front of the tavern did not attract the attention of the vampires.

Their attention was drawn to the whist that stood in their way.

Looking at his unique costume, these vampires all made malicious mockery.

"Who is this? The Christmas clown?"

"It's a pity he blocked our way, otherwise I might have spared his life for the sake of making me laugh."

"Then let's keep him until the end and then kill him. Let him perform for us before he dies, hahaha..."

The vampires' laughter, full of arrogance and malice, spread to Whist's ears on the wind.

He narrowed his eyes, reached out and took off the long bow from his back, and pulled out six heavy arrows from the quiver beside the horse's neck.

The arrow shaft made of hornwood has a heavy weight. At this distance and in his hands, its power is far greater than that of an armor-piercing bullet.

His lungs inhaled sharply like bellows, and a sharp whistle sounded in his mouth.

Forearms, upper arms, shoulders, back, core, thighs, the muscles all over the body are bulging, and every muscle fiber is beating continuously.

While holding this breath, six gleaming arrows aimed at the team of vampires...