"Sir, they're starting to move."
As night fell, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents monitoring the city's intersections spotted an unknown group of people. Some werewolf soldiers, acting as humanoid vampire detectors, could smell the unique scent of vampires from afar. Phil Coulson immediately informed his director upon receiving the report.
"I can't wait. How about the quantity?" Nick Fury asked calmly.
"There are a lot. Just from what we have seen, there are probably at least seven thousand vampires. They are all armed warriors." Phil Coulson's tone was a little tense.
An army composed of 7,000 ordinary people was enough to be looked upon with respect, let alone a force composed of 7,000 dark creatures who were like supermen compared to ordinary people. The only good news was that these 7,000 vampires did not come together, but entered the city circle from all directions.
"What's the destination?" Nick asked.
"There are probably more than four thousand vampires heading to Heberon, and the rest are dispersed and heading to where some parliamentarians live." Phil reported based on the intelligence.
"It seems they truly hold a grudge against Luke and me, or perhaps they've become greedy for Heberon's biotechnology." Nick held up his phone and glanced at Luke, who was also on the phone nearby. "First, use ultraviolet weapons to eliminate them as far as possible. The werewolf troops are ready at all times."
After hanging up the phone, Nick looked at Luke, who had also hung up the phone and was walking towards him, and asked, "How's the situation over there?"
"The president gave me a very passionate speech, basically saying that the government would fully support us and that they were ready to deal with anything." Luke shrugged. He was not worried about those big shots because he knew very well that at least half of the werewolf potions and lethal weapons specifically targeting vampires that he had sold this time had gone to the people who were responsible for their security this time.
No one blamed Luke and Nick for causing this turmoil together.
In other words, the two of them can only be regarded as the cause of this turmoil. The ones who fanned the flames behind the scenes and took the initiative to cause this situation were precisely the so-called old veterans and bigwigs who were eager for the longevity potion.
"Aren't you worried at all?" Nick asked curiously as he followed Luke towards the temporary command room built in Hebolen. Seeing Luke not showing much shock when he learned that more than 4,000 elite vampires were gathering towards Hebolen, Nick looked at him curiously.
"Commander Fury, we will fight back, Mr. Fury," Luke said calmly. "The odds of our victory are pretty good right now, aren't they?"
Nick stopped and looked at Luke seriously with his one good eye. He nodded and walked forward again. "Yes, our chances of winning are very high at the moment. There's really no need to worry."
Luke rolled his eyes in his heart. He didn't know what this old guy was testing. Did he think that he had some better cards in his hand that he hadn't played yet?
That means there is indeed a trump card that has not been played.
Luke's trump card has never been werewolf potion, wolfsbane potion, ultraviolet weapons or the like, but his old profession - mechanical engineering!
I've never heard of anyone who works with mechanical technology being afraid of competing with others in terms of the number of cannon fodder.
Looking at Haibolun's current technological reserves, its intelligent technology is unique.
He had created and possessed a complete set of application data for the mechanical intelligent production factory back in the Dimensional World. If necessary, he could enter the unmanned automation stage at any time.
Mechanical soldiers, a modified version of the Iron Titan series, minus the manned module, would be intelligent mechanical soldiers capable of cramming more parts and weapons. He didn't even need to be overly strict with product quality control; they could be treated as disposable items. He wouldn't use high-quality materials or energy technologies on these crudely crafted steel soldiers anyway.
Over the years, Heibollen has had at least eight factories in this city, storing a large amount of various materials. In the past one or two years, he and Stark have built a new energy supply system in this city. It can be said that in a while, Heibollen's energy supply nodes will be found everywhere.
To be frank, if a critical moment really comes, Hebollen's ability to mass-produce mechanical troops will be enough to scare everyone. If it is combined with Hebollen's mechanical technology and targeted regulation and transformation in subsequent upgrades, you say that they are mechanical Zerg, which is certainly an exaggeration in the early stage, but as long as Luke is still there and Hebollen's industrial strength is still there, it doesn't matter if you imagine in this direction.
The difference between the two is that one is about biological genetic evolution, and the other is about mechanical technology upgrades.
Of course, Luke wouldn't reveal this easily. He had no desire to engage in a lengthy debate with a group of people over the legality of this matter. If this swarthy man knew about this, he'd probably be tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, considering putting him on the dangerous list and frantically pondering how to deal with him.
This time, the crisis was merely a few thousand vampires with obvious weaknesses. Luke had already thoroughly studied these creatures. In Luke's eyes, the threat posed by these thousands of vampires was less significant than a few Hulk-like creatures like Bronski. If things really got out of hand and the soldiers at the front couldn't hold out, then a rain of wolfsbane might not work, but Luke figured Nick wouldn't mind him raining a werewolf potion.
By then, thousands of vampires would face tens of thousands of werewolves. No matter how much they resisted, they would be drowned in the sea of werewolves. Transformation is not injected, but inhaled. Experimental data shows that the reduction in intelligence is more severe, almost to the point of complete insanity, but also shorter in duration. A hunting spree would probably take no more than ten hours. The only aftereffects would be a more complex cleanup and potentially significant financial losses.
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Near the Brooklyn to Manhattan Bridge.
Several helicopters, carrying blazing modified solar lanterns, patrolled a small area. At the bridgehead, rows of modified solar lanterns formed a dense array, radiating their light forward. Within the light were the black-robed vampires. These lights carried a significant amount of ultraviolet radiation, which, though shielded by the vampires' black robes, couldn't cause fatal damage, still caused some to experience a burning sensation.
"Kill them! Don't let them get close!" George Stacy shouted. They had secured a vital thoroughfare. The weapons provided by Heberon gave them powerful firepower, and the accompanying ammunition made the firepower's effectiveness satisfactory. At least, caught off guard, the vampires who had just engaged suffered heavy casualties from the ultraviolet bullets spewed from the machine guns.
Director George still remembered the image of those black-robed figures twitching on the ground after being struck by the UV bullets, their bodies emitting a blue glow from beneath their skin as they gradually turned to ash. It was only then that he truly and completely believed that the legendary vampires really existed in this world.
The sudden large number of casualties also shocked the vampires behind. They didn't even expect that some ordinary humans on the opposite side could cause such great damage to the vampires without using silver weapons and silver bullets. This kind of bullet weapon is even more lethal to the vampires than silver bullets!
At least silver bullets can leave a body intact, but this thing is like being exposed to direct sunlight, turning into ashes. There is no need to even clean up the battlefield after the battle.
However, the vampires who could come here were all elites, most of whom could use some dark magic, and a few could even switch between human and bat forms. They quickly responded, and the vampires who could release dark magic took the lead, using dark magic to construct a dark energy barrier in front of their bodies.
Bullets poured onto the barrier. Although it caused black ripples on the barrier, the barrier still successfully blocked this wave of bullets and prevented the casualties they brought to the vampires.
"It's our turn."
Agent Natasha Romanoff on the helicopter slung a rocket launcher over her shoulder, adjusted the angle, aimed at the phalanx of vampires below, and pulled the trigger. With her were the agents on the ground.
The vampires who had just stabilized their formation were in great trouble. The ultraviolet concentration around them exceeded the standard instantly. At least dozens of vampires screamed miserably. The vampires who were standing in the front acting as shields were not feeling well either, but they could mobilize the dark energy to barely protect their bodies so that they would not be killed like those unlucky guys in the back by the sudden attack without even having time to struggle.
Several leaders of the blood clan also noticed the helicopter in the sky. At their signal, more than a dozen blood clan members who had a pair of flesh wings growing on their backs and could fly flapped their wings and flew up, leaving vague trails in the night, and pounced on the low-flying helicopter.
One of the helicopters was too close to the vampire formation and was targeted by the vampires who flew up. After a few dark spells were cast, the helicopter's rotor suddenly broke, and the metal of the fuselage seemed to have been severely corroded. It rolled down with a strong pungent smell. Unfortunately, it did not fall into the nearby river, but hit the ground directly and turned into a dazzling fire.
"Clint." Natasha's red hair fluttered in the night breeze as she took aim from her fixed sniper position on the helicopter. Her target was the vampire leaders she'd spotted giving orders below. As for the approaching vampires, she trusted her companion to handle them. He wouldn't let these bats get close enough to disturb her hunt.
"Leave it to me." Sure enough, a steady male voice soon sounded in Natasha's communication.
The helicopter pilots also began to demonstrate their driving skills, increasing their altitude and starting their skilled tactical maneuvers. Some of the more skilled and daring ones even used themselves to test the bats' casting distance and flying speed. After performing thrilling dodges during the test, they notified the other pilots of the information obtained from the test, and then continued to hang on to the vampires flying in the sky from a safe distance.
While stirring up their emotions and anger, he waited for an opportunity to counterattack.
Every time they approached, they were greeted by a helicopter pulling up and retreating, and a bow and arrow shot silently in the night.
The bow arrow is a specially made ultraviolet arrow. After hitting the target, it will automatically activate the ultraviolet device and cause damage to the target from the inside.
In just ten minutes, when the surviving vampires in the sky finally recovered from their fury at being toyed with, they looked at each other in horror and realized that of their dozen companions, only three of them were still alive! The archer in the darkness was too terrifying. Not only was his arrow always accurate, but his arrows could also suddenly explode. The next arrow would definitely break through the energy barrier they had imposed on themselves, causing them fatal damage.
The same thing happened with the other red-haired woman. Her modified sniper rifle posed a significant threat to them. Three unlucky individuals had already died at her hands. Their only real achievement was their initial surprise attack, which resulted in the direct destruction of the nearest helicopter.
The battle in the sky was not going well, and the battle on the ground could not be said to be going smoothly either.
Although the vampires below successfully broke through the fire blockade and forced the humans to the other side of the bridge and began to re-establish their garrison, they also suffered heavy casualties.
Over thirty minutes had passed since the battle began. Both sides suffered casualties, but the vampires' losses were clearly greater due to the humans' targeted weapons. The vampire leaders, who had lived for centuries, were baffled as to how the humans, once so easily slaughtered on the battlefield, could now, despite being evenly matched in numbers, gain the upper hand.
The party with the most casualties turned out to be the vampires!
The vampires' vaunted vitality and self-healing abilities had no place in this war! Those weapons, those bullets, brought nothing but death if they weren't prepared! Under the enemy's specially crafted weapons, the vampires were as vulnerable as ordinary humans.
As for speed? Facing the overwhelming barrage of firepower, what good would your speed do? If it weren't for a few vampire leaders holding the front lines as shields, the casualties of the over 4,000 vampires who arrived here wouldn't just be a few hundred or nearly a thousand, but would be far greater. Although these casualties were partly due to their initial disdain for human weaponry and their overconfidence in their own vitality and healing abilities,
They only knew that humans had recently developed a werewolf potion that could cause some damage to vampires, but they had no idea that humans had prepared such a great gift for them.
Considering that the werewolf troops hadn't appeared yet, the leaders of the Blood Clan felt a sense of foreboding. However, retreating now seemed impossible. They could only hope that their allies on other battlefields would achieve victory and, in turn, influence the situation on their side.
…
"Well done, Chief George. You've successfully bought us time to seal off the encirclement. Now they can't escape." An elderly general patted George's shoulder as he retreated. "The rest is up to my werewolf troops."
"Tell those guys that the vampire leaders and the elite vampires ahead are all high-quality materials! This kind of material is rare! It's precious and rare! Tell them to take it easy and don't kill them all." The old general walked aside, picked up his walkie-talkie and shouted. As the old general spoke, a series of dense wolf howls echoed from behind the vampires and from the direction of the bridge ahead of them.
"Fuck! How many werewolves have they created?" Hearing the howling of wolves approaching from afar, the ground shaking in the darkness, and the dense black shadows surrounding them from all directions, the vampire leaders in the vampire formation were horrified. Their informants had only told them that the official werewolf force only numbered around 5,000. Because werewolf potions were expensive, and soldiers were carefully selected, at least half of this werewolf force would be used to protect the important figures.
But now?
Even if one doesn't know math, one can tell that the number of werewolves that are crowding in densely is no less than the number of vampires on their side!
…
"It seems that victory on this battlefield belongs to us." In Hebolen's temporary command room, Nick breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the wolf pack like a wave.