pertwk Chapter 576 Almost there
Chapter 576 Almost there
Chapter 576 Almost there
"He's a nobleman!"
Charlie shouted as he saw his nephew being arrested.
Barbara glanced down and saw that Sir Romitz Jr. had a heraldic ring on his hand. She had never attacked a nobleman before, but her long-standing awe of this class made her think that killing Sir Romitz Jr. would not be a good thing, and she might suffer unknown retaliation. She did not want to be the target of revenge.
The fingers gripping Sir Romitz's neck tightened for only a moment before the blood supply was cut off, causing him to lose consciousness immediately.
She casually tossed the unconscious Romitz aside, the resulting gust of wind fanning the candlelight and causing the shadows in the room to dance erratically.
Where is the book?
“I don’t know, it’s already sold, and what the buyer does with it is his business.” Charlie raised his hands and stepped back.
Barbara turned her head and looked at him strangely: "Then what are you still doing here?"
"Waiting for the final payment!"
Charlie suddenly lowered his hands, his right hand reaching back to grab a silver short sword hidden in the bedding of the cot. He then swung it forward to block the vampire's claws that were closing in instantly, while his left hand drew a flintlock pistol from his waist and pressed the muzzle against the vampire's waist.
Without warning or threat, he simply fired his gun.
The gun did not fire.
The cold and dampness spread through the vampire's body, affecting the ignition device.
Charlie was not alarmed by this turn of events. The vampire's power forced the tip of the dagger back towards himself, and he took advantage of the situation, striking her frozen chest with the hilt of the sword. Several dents appeared on the curved ice surface, and numerous cracks spread from the center of the dents, but the ice was not broken.
Barbara opened her arms wide to embrace Charlie, but the drunkard, feeling unworthy of such a beautiful woman's favor, hurriedly leaned back to avoid the embrace, rolled sideways over the cot, and stood facing the vampire across the cot, a pistol in one hand and a short sword in the other.
Across the bed, Barbara's hands hung naturally at her sides as she looked at him and sighed in disappointment.
“Mr. Charlie, since you refuse to hand over the book, I have no choice but to kill you first and see if your blood remembers it.”
Charlie dusted off the dust on his chest, his breathing slightly more rapid than before.
"What a vicious woman, take him away."
The second half of the sentence wasn't directed at Barbara. She warily turned her head 180 degrees to look behind her, where a man was carrying an unconscious young nobleman, and it looked like he was about to drag him out of the narrow doorway.
That won't do.
The vampire didn't even have time to turn around. She lifted her leg and swung her arm, charging towards them backwards in a bizarre posture, her speed not much slower than running forward.
Even the most seasoned criminals had never seen this trick before, and Charlie's men inevitably panicked.
But it's not a good idea to look away from the most threatening enemy, even if Barbara is a non-human monster and has protected herself from her fatal weakness; it's definitely a mistake.
A sinister sweeping kick came from below, the toe of the shoe still a short distance from Barbara's body, when suddenly a silver blade popped out, severing the vampire's shinbone almost without any resistance. Her feet were only held together by the last bit of Achilles tendon flesh.
Barbara continued forward a few more steps due to inertia. Her legs moved clumsily because of her injury, and the way she dragged her half-crippled feet forward looked as ridiculous as dragging a pair of shoes that were a size too big.
However, after a few steps, the blood flowing from the wound formed threads and hooks, forcibly coupling the cut surfaces together.
Barbara stopped and turned her head back, the green light in her eyes shining even brighter.
Evil eye.
Charlie didn't flinch, looking directly into those eyes.
"Stop fooling around. I've served the Elders for quite some time now, and I know pretty well what kind of opponents I'll encounter. Besides alcohol, the drink I've been having the most lately is holy water, and I've also sewed quite a few amulets into my clothes. Besides, my helpers will be here soon. It won't be easy for you to deal with me, so let's save some time."
He felt more at ease seeing Sir Romitz Jr. disappear out of the corner of his eye.
"You wanted the book, didn't you? I can't give it to you because of the contract. I can't reveal the buyer's name either. Just know that he's a nobleman. The person who sent you will understand. Books are handled differently depending on who they end up with."
The female vampire thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"I don't know if you're lying, I'm sorry."
The temperature continued to drop, so cold that frost began to form on the ground. The candles went out silently, and the indoor light, with its windows closed, dimmed to the point of almost night.
Charlie cursed under his breath and kicked the cot, which slid jarringly across the floor and crashed into Barbara. He himself slammed into the window, which was boarded up with old newspapers and had a bright outline peeking through the loosely sealed window frame, making it very conspicuous in the darkness.
The cot, made of inferior iron, was frozen brittle. The female vampire's cleaving hand easily split it in two, but the extra movement caused a delay, and Charlie had already escaped through the window.
Then she heard another noise behind her. Barbara turned around and saw that the door she had entered through was now closed, and there was a continuous banging sound coming from outside. It wasn't that someone was trying to open the door but had turned it the wrong way; rather, it was someone blocking the doorway with debris. Barbara ignored them and went straight to the broken window, ready to continue her pursuit of Charlie.
She didn't care whether fighting in the streets would cause onlookers and chaos; this wasn't the first time for her.
She walked to the window, stopped, and instead of sticking her head through the window, looked at a spot on the wall next to the window. After a brief pause, she gathered her strength in a way she had learned from Clayton Bello—raising her right arm, getting into position, twisting her waist, and swinging her fist while turning her waist back.
With all her strength focused in one place, she punched through the red brick wall.
Charlie, the drunkard who was hiding outside the wall preparing to launch a sneak attack, reacted quickly and left the wall the moment the tremor came, but he was still hit by flying brick fragments.
"I really don't like fighting with animals other than humans," the tomb raider groaned as he retreated, repositioning himself to face the vampire emerging from the hole in the wall.
He didn't run away because he didn't have a horse.
The safe house is located in a poor and remote community where no one knows how to ride a horse. Bringing a horse here would easily expose his whereabouts, so he has always boarded his horses in a more distant neighborhood. Now it's too late to get there.
Fortunately, his helpers have arrived.
The Sierra brothers are reliable at all times, and today is no exception.
The twin brothers emerged from the street corner, each carrying a rifle with a sawed-off barrel. One fired first, a barrage of shotgun pellets engulfing the vampire and halting her sprinting motion. Without hesitation, the other stepped forward, aimed his gun at the vampire's left ankle, and fired. The silver-infused shotgun pellets shattered the already injured foot.
Barbara, who had lost a leg, knelt down and aimed one hand at the nearest Syradin. The vein in her wrist ruptured, and blood gushed out like pressurized water from a fire truck.
The gunman had no time to dodge, and his gray smock was drenched in blood.
"Take off your clothes!" Charlie shouted, then raised his gun and shot the vampire in the head. Her head tilted as if she had been punched, but the actual injury was far more horrific than the punch itself.
One of her eyes was smashed, and a bulge appeared on the back of her head—the bullet that had exhausted all its strength but failed to break through her skull.
Suffering such a severe blow, Barbara's timing for activating the Blood Curse was delayed by two seconds, allowing the Siladin to quickly remove and discard his blood-stained clothes.
The moment the clothes hit the ground, the bloodstains on them began to boil, wriggling incessantly like live earthworms.
"Thank God!" Upon seeing this, the Sierra Nevada couldn't help but make the sign of the cross.
"No need to thank us, we're here to finish it off."
His brother took two wooden balls out of his pocket, and threw one of them downwards. Before it hit the ground, it was kicked over.
After throwing off his coat, Sierra grabbed the ball and pulled it backward. When his arm swung to a certain angle, it stopped as if it had hit an invisible wall. Only those with excellent eyesight could see that there was not nothing between the two balls they were holding, but a thin silver thread connecting them.
Pure silver is very soft, but this silver wire was different. It was enchanted, making it both soft and strong. Tomb raiders removed it from the clothing of a dead count.
Its original function was merely decoration, but against the cursed Darkin, it became a long and sharp blade.
At this moment, Barbara is in a precarious situation.
The female vampire's fingers were probing into her eye socket, pulling out the bullet Charlie had fired. Flesh and blood surged wildly in the wound; if not for the sunlight, her eyeball would be growing back to normal by now.
She noticed the tomb raiders' actions out of the corner of her eye, and the frost on her body grew thicker and thicker.
Besides her arms and the area on her chest where her heart was, the white frost continued to grow upwards, enveloping her neck in the shape of a calyx.
The one of the Sildin brothers behind her twisted his wrist, and a silver thread in his hand formed a loop that moved towards Barbara along its slender length, looping around her neck and one of her hands.
The thin silver thread was twisted around the outer edge of the ice layer, and the two brothers worked together to grind off ice shavings.
They have considerable experience in using this method to execute many Darkin who thought they could easily take benefits from them.
But Barbara held the ring tightly with her hand inside, preventing it from tightening further. With her other hand, she grabbed the silver thread and pulled, straining her neck as well. The strength of the original vampire was so great that even with all their strength, the Syladins were almost pulled over. What they thought would be an easy execution was about to become their cause of death.
boom!
Charlie's reloaded flintlock pistol fired again, this time shattering the protective ice layer on the female vampire's neck. The Siladin brothers seized the opportunity to adjust their arms, and the silver thread swiftly slid to the gap, digging deep into the flesh and burning out blue smoke, but still couldn't cut it off for the time being.
He roared and threw down his pistol, gripping the silver-plated short sword with both hands and slashing down from above, splitting the female vampire's head in two. The structure of the brain and sinuses could even be seen between the split skull bones, but the next second, the two halves of the head merged back together again under the drive of blood, leaving only a line of blood in the middle on her face.
Charlie was completely out of options.
If he had a silver hammer, he might have been able to kill Barbara, but he didn't.
He swung his sword again, severing Barbara's remaining foot as well. Then he picked up both severed feet and threw them far away, like a mischievous child in elementary school stealing someone else's shoe as a prank—not in the same direction.
“Don’t bother killing her. We’ve fired so many shots, those black-clad crows will probably be here soon.” He turned to the Siradin brothers and said, “Let’s get out of here before she recovers. Let’s find a better place this time.”
Upon seeing this terrifying immortal body, the Siladin brothers wholeheartedly agreed with the decision, quickly retracted the silver thread, and swiftly withdrew from the street.