The three people in the stalemate displayed their main mission to each other, especially after seeing the death hunt mission Qin Lun had shared with them. Without hesitation, they turned around and chased after the fleeing buildings of the handsome youth.

Looking at the back of the burly man and the assassin, Qin Lun sighed. Whether it was the apostles or the reincarnations, they were just mercenaries who couldn’t help themselves. In one second, he was still a companion, but in the next moment, he became a mortal enemy with an opposing stance.

“Then … Intagula!” Qin Lun raised his head and looked at Rolls-Royce, who had already turned into a small black dot in the night. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

Even though he was stopped by the three of them, it didn’t take long for Rolls-Royce to remain in his perceptual vision.

With the speed of the pentagram mirror, it wouldn’t take two minutes to catch up. However, Qin Lun did not chase very far. He had no choice but to pause again. Another interceptor appeared in front of him.

Seeing this person, Qin Lun’s pupils constricted. He did not try to casually sweep past other people’s heads. His hands that held the light and darkness of the funeral involuntarily tightened, revealing a look of vigilance.

He knew this person, or perhaps he had seen this person’s information in the Allied Super Human Intelligence given by the major in Montana. The man was tall and thin, with long limbs, a gentleman’s vest with two rows of copper buttons and a somewhat gorgeous scarlet trench coat, a broad-brimmed sun hat, and antique glasses with round lenses.

Qin Lun had only seen this somewhat retro medieval style of clothing on Monica, the Queen of Sandstorms.

“What shall I call you? Alcatel, or Earl Dracula? German Major Gerthard pays his respects!” Qin Lun bowed politely. The perception he had sent out quickly retracted, and even narrowed the scope of his observation. It was even more condensed than usual.

He no longer paid attention to the fading Rolls-Royce. The enemy in front of him was different from the previous three. No matter what the outcome of the battle was, he would never have the chance to catch up to Intergula again.

“To me, a name is just a code name. You can do whatever you want!” Alcatel grinned and raised his hands from under his windbreaker like lightning, revealing two giant pistols, one white and one black.

“Bang, bang, bang!” “As for who you are, I don’t care!” Alcatel’s voice came out from the sharp whistle of the bullets.

“Haha!” Before Qin Lun could fully lift his body, he floated up. He looked like a willow leaf swaying in the strong wind. His figure was unrestrained and unrestrained. With his Master level shooting technique and the Gale Steps of Evolution, the bullets fired by Alcatel posed little threat to him.

“This kind of spear technique is really … lousy!” Qin Lun smiled and shook his head. Ever since he entered the fragmentary starry sky, he had been using spear arts as his personal skill. At this distance, it was no exaggeration to say that even if he closed his eyes, he could predict the ballistic trajectory of the opponent accurately.

“Shelled armor piercing projectile, the core seems to be a silver needle with Holy Light attribute!” Qin Lun’s eyes flickered, and he quickly caught the bullet’s body in his perceptual vision. He immediately frowned slightly. The Holy Light attribute had added damage to him, so he couldn’t be too careless.

“However, as a vampire, aren’t you afraid that your opponent will take advantage of you?” Qin Lun raised his gun with a chuckle. His erratic figure did not affect the stability of his wrist at all. “Let me show you what a gunman is!”

“Bang, bang, bang!” In the silver dial in Qin Lun’s right eye, the hand instantly sped up. Following the beating of the two wheels, countless black and white bullets whistled out, drawing streaks of light in the darkness of the night.

Each ray of light struck the bullet fired by the opponent with incomparable accuracy. Looking down from the sky above the battle between the two of them, the trace of light that lingered in their retinas seemed to form a two-headed, round, light barrel shuttle.

The starting point of the shuttle was, of course, the light and darkness in Qin Lun’s hands, and the end point was all pointed at Alcatel. The giant light shuttles made up of tracers collided with each other, binding the bullets fired by both sides and pouring towards Alcatel.

Qin Lun used his own spear technique to make the four pistols produce the light chain effect of a heavy machine gun. In an instant, the metallic storm almost completely drowned Alcatel’s body.

The Vampiric Count’s slender body shattered under the metallic storm. It was like a meat patty that had been snatched by countless wild dogs. In an instant, it disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a terrifying pool of minced meat and blood.

“Oh?!” However, Qin Lun, who seemed to have defeated the enemy, had no expression of joy on his face. He looked at the pool of blood in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly, dragging out his nasal sound.

In his perceptual vision, apart from the pool of blood in front of him, there was also a faint mist of blood in the air. The range of the blood mist was very large, and its color was so thin that it was impossible for ordinary people to observe it with the naked eye.

However, in Qin Lun’s eyes, the tiny, nano-sized blood molecules in the blood mist were undergoing a miraculous change. These blood molecules seemed to possess their own consciousness and merged at an extremely fast speed. They actually showed signs of regrouping into their bodies.

“Looks like the information given by Fatty isn’t too exaggerated. He really is an undying body!” This was the first time Qin Lun felt a little surprised. Not mentioning the Holy Light Armor Piercing Bullets that Alcatel shot out, he knew very well how powerful his Light and Dark Burial Technique was.

Legendary firearms weren’t easy to withstand. The bullets from the Devil’s Song had corrosive damage, and the bullets from the Angel’s Praise were the bane of dark creatures like vampires.

Even if the former Baron Weidenbaylor was beaten to such an extent by the light and darkness, he would definitely not survive. Of course, with Weidenberg’s body’s defense, it didn’t seem to be so easy to tear into a bloody mist.

In fact, when Major Montana handed over the Alliance’s famous superhuman information to Qin Lun, he didn’t pay much attention to Alcatel, the ace of the HELLSING mechanism. He spent most of his time studying how to defeat the superhumans from the Avenger Alliance.

Although Montana had specifically labeled Alcatel on the information, and even paid more attention to him than Captain America and Hunter Greene, Qin Lun still believed that the major had been too “considerate” of the HELLSING mechanism.

It wasn’t that Qin Lun didn’t value his enemies, but the bloodline of a vampire. It was hard to say that it was an excellent superhuman bloodline. Many people confuse vampires with vampires. In fact, these are two similar but different creatures.

The exchange list of the Broken Starry Sky had the bloodline of a vampire, and the description above was “Forsaken Citizens of Gods”. Like humans, vampires were originally created by the Creator to govern humans. They were of the same type as angels. However, this race was later infected by the dark powers and eventually fell, abandoned by the Creator.

Most of the orthodox vampires did not rely on human blood for their livelihood. The power of the vampires came from the darkness. They could use all sorts of terrifying dark magic, and their physical attributes were also very powerful. However, vampires, like angels, did not have the ability to reproduce. After losing the favor of their Creator, they could only produce descendants in the form of blood essence inheritance.

Vampires were different. Vampires were essentially mutated humans. Under certain circumstances, genetic mutations occurred in humans, and they began to absorb the blood of their fellow humans to obtain the souls and vitality of others, so that they could fight and survive.

Major Montana is right. Vampires are essentially bastards. If the main body’s will was strong, then it could suppress the other souls and lifeforms mixed within its body. If the body’s will wasn’t strong enough, it would completely become a bloodthirsty beast that depended on its instincts to survive.

Most of the vampires were excellent dark magicians, such as Weidenbaylor. As for vampires, they only burned other people’s lives and souls to obtain combat strength. The difference in strength between different vampires was only in the efficiency of controlling their souls and life force.

The Alcatel in front of Qin Lun was Dracula, the former Earl of Piercing. This was the kind of vampire master who had grown up in war by playing with the souls and lives of others.

Of course, Qin Lun didn’t discriminate against him at all. From the information provided by the major in Montana, this Alcatel had become the cruel and bloodthirsty Count of the Middle Ages, a vampire hunter who protected humanity, completely abandoning his past.

The reason why Qin Lun didn’t pay attention to Alcatel was simple and direct. Because vampires were just another form of mutated humans, the bloodline that he had acquired was naturally flawed.

Vampires’ fear of silver alone was one of their weaknesses, but this weakness could be made up for by consuming their vitality. Just like the current Alcatel, under Qin Lun’s attack just now, he wasn’t immortal, but used the other life in his body to cancel it out.

In other words, the better the control of the soul and life, the more scapegoats the vampires had. As long as he could replenish his vitality and soul at any time, he would be immortal.

“In a sense, a vampire and an apostle are really a match for each other.” A fierce light flashed in Qin Lun’s eyes. Wasn’t the Law Body that could be infinitely replenished one of the reasons why the apostles were so powerful?

Qin Lun noticed the strange movement of the blood mist, but he did not intend to wait any longer. With a flip of his hands, he put away the light and darkness for burial. A pentagram crystal mirror quietly appeared beneath his feet, and his body shot towards the center of the blood mist like a cannonball.

At the same time, a ferocious dagger flowing with a dark light suddenly appeared in his right hand. However, the current Evil Dagger had a very different appearance.

The Evil Dagger originally had the shape of a half blade of a pair of scissors. Its thick ridge had a neat row of square serrations, and its tail had a steel ring that could fit into its thumb.

At this moment, a condensed “Blood of Dissection” blade intertwined with the Evil Dagger, returning it to a complete pair of black and red scissors.

“Kacha!” With a crisp sound, the black and red scissors drew a streak of light in the night sky, cutting off a corner of the blood mist. This part of the blood mist seemed to have been struck by lightning, and it quickly dissipated like melting snow in his perceptual field of vision.