Chapter 1 The Style Might Be Wrong, But…

Regardless of whether the style was right, Heissiana's group of berserker troops was indeed shaped like this, and it seemed that Heissiana herself was quite confident in her elite forces. Under her command, a group of vampires in black robes quickly stepped forward from the side, carrying various strange and bizarre sacred objects in their hands. They sprinkled a silver-white shimmering liquid on each blood clan warrior's RPG and submachine gun—and of course, the aerial bombs were indispensable. They chanted bizarre incantations. The whole ritual process had a slight shadow of Christianity, but it was also somewhat different. Obviously, it should be closer to ancient secret arts, or it may have been researched by this group of crazy vampire patients themselves. The exorcising power generated by the sacred ritual caused a thin layer of smoke to appear around these vampires in response, but this slight burning was nothing to these warriors. They could maintain their full combat power for several hours under the power of exorcism, and this was just the beginning.

"This is my ace team that I recently completed," Heissiana said with a smug look while hugging the bear, her smile almost ferocious, "Bessemoss should be glad that I didn't reach an agreement with those people in the Middle East last month."

"What do you mean by hoarding these things?" Jean stared at Heissiana, "Do you want to destroy the entire city?! Or are you going to..."

"Don't be so nervous, these things aren't enough to destroy the entire city, and they're not intended to deal with you either," Heissiana looked at Jean with a smile, "Of course, I admit that I occasionally have such thoughts... but the main thing is to protect myself. I know that our family is not very popular in this city. There are old fogeys everywhere here. Those old guys who are rotting to the bone have never really respected us blood clans who don't even have a 'legitimate bloodline.' I know what some people call the Heissiana family behind their backs—the nouveau riche among the vagrants, the sewer family, a group of beggars in fancy clothes. They don't dare to say it openly, but they don't know how many times they've said it behind our backs, so I must ensure that I have the ability to slap their faces with bloody youth at any time."

Heissiana laughed and pointed to her mad team: "These are all well-trained good young men and women. Since World War I, I have asked them to update and replace the big toys made by humans at any time. The people in this city should be glad that no one has provoked the Heissiana family in the past hundred years—until today."

Jean's face was pale, and he felt a little out of breath. He realized where the real horror of this young vampire, who, like Vivian, did not follow the usual path, lay: not in her strength, nor in her ability to incite, but in her imagination.

…Anyway, those rigid-minded guys in the sanctuary were completely defeated this time, including himself.

So Jean Lucas sighed and spread his hands: "Okay, I'm also glad that I didn't fight with you—but how effective are these things against other races? Have you tested them?"

"Of course," Heissiana pointed to the startlingly neat armed forces, "Humans are really a race that should amaze us. They are weak, but because they are weak, they can study forces far beyond their control with an almost desperate attitude. Only in this way can they survive on this dangerous planet. Flames and explosions, the things they create have surpassed many alien races in terms of physical damage, the only shortcoming is that they are not strong enough to break magic. Ordinary bullets can indeed cause damage to aliens, but they are often offset by the magical body or special magical effects, so I thought of enchanting these technological weapons. Sprinkle holy water on the weapons, engrave runes on the bullets, and even use blessed silver to make the bullet core. Their effect on aliens may still not be as effective as on humans, but believe me, these things are still enough for those Shadow Demons to enjoy."

Each of these weapons was not a simple technological weapon, they had been specially modified from the inside out to target magical defenses, and thus had a miraculous ability to break magic. The weapons themselves had long-lasting runes and sacred materials, and before going into battle, they would be sprinkled with temporary holy water and cast with spells. Hao Ren believed that these things were at least blue equipment or higher, with a holy attribute +10, a critical hit rate of +15, and a hit rate of +100...

Jean looked at Heissiana: "...This requires large-scale modification, and it can't be purchased directly. How did you do it?"

Heissiana smiled: "I'm not stupid, why would I tell you—guess for yourself, it's a secret."

Jean touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, while Lily finally realized that she should exclaim: "How much do these things cost..."

"The anger of a paying player," Heissiana shrugged, "Our family has never lived a luxurious life like other 'orthodox' families. We rarely even hold banquets. All the money we save is used to buy arms. There are still old tanks from the Germans during World War II piled up in the warehouse... Oh right, and them! Elton! Go drive my Tiger tanks out for a spin! Drag out the holy water pump and spray them thoroughly!"

Finally, a vampire stood up to calm down the overly excited Heissiana: "Mistress... that's not how you use holy water! There's not enough!"

Heissiana finally calmed down, touched her chin and thought for a while: "Oh, then forget it... No, it's okay to drive them over and fire a few shots to hear the sound, to make this city lively..."

Vivian finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Heissiana on the head: "There's a limit to playing crazy!"

The pre-departure blessing ceremony was finally completed, and Heissiana's berserker commando team roared into the gloomy and chaotic sky, disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant. The single-soldier combat weight of these strangely equipped vampires with super-heavy firepower was so amazing that their bat wings could not really carry their weight (mainly because the half-ton aerial bomb was too damn foul), so they had to constantly maintain various weight-reducing and wind-controlling magical effects while flying. They would pour all their vitality on the Bessemoss family's castle before the magical effects ended, and then rush down to launch another fight against the survivors.

Heissiana explained their tactics: "In short, rush over and drop the aerial bomb first, so that you can blow up the energy shield above the Shadow Demon castle, and then throw RPGs down. After a round of rocket grenades, the defense will basically be cleared, and then holy water will be sprinkled from the air. Everyone carries two mineral water bottles of holy water. That thing will burn when it encounters dark energy. At this time, the commando team will sweep the burning place with submachine guns. If there is still resistance after the sweeping, they will rush up and chop while setting fire, so even if they can't take it down, they can burn the Bessemoss family's ancestral house. I also sent a group of people to bomb the Bessemoss family's ancestral graves and sacrificial halls. Damn it, they even dare to plot against Lady Vivian, so don't blame me for raising this to a duel between ancestors and ancestors..."

The people listening were sweating profusely, and Lily grabbed Vivian's arm and kept muttering: "It's all because you didn't educate her properly back then... look at how rebellious she is due to the lack of maternal love..."

The battle had already spread in the city.

There was no negotiation, no negotiation, and the Shadow Demons' blatant and bold provocation was met with the vampire family's straightforward counterattack. This was the alien's code of conduct: a fight was a fight. They wouldn't talk about any tricks before the duel like humans. Hao Ren and the others were also confusedly caught up in this inexplicable battle. They rushed to the Bessemoss family's territory on the other side of the city with Heissiana. Before they arrived at the battle area, they could already hear the deafening explosions in the distance.

Jean was no longer with them. He went back to lead the vampires of the Lucas family to intercept the batch of Shadow Demons who took the initiative to attack. They had already engaged with the other party. The northeast direction of the city's sky was a fiery red, which was the Lucas family's battlefield.

The fire of the explosions in the distance lit up half of the sky. In the light of the explosions, a huge castle could be seen burning. Heissiana's berserker commando team's aerial bombing had ended, and they should be in the RPG washing stage, but Heissiana listened carefully to the sounds of battle coming from other parts of the city, and suddenly had some doubts: "Something's wrong... the sound doesn't seem to be coming from Jean's side."

More and more sounds of fighting came from all over the city, including the small family residences that had heard the news and closed their doors in preparation for avoiding this turmoil. An unsettling movement was constantly coming. Fire was rising from the entire city behind everyone, and the situation was obviously not right.

A panicked voice suddenly came from the small walkie-talkie on Heissiana's chest: "Mistress! Demon hunters! Demon hunters are attacking!!"

(Continue to ask for annual votes, I suddenly feel that there is still hope for the first category!)