Mike's experiments on the Reaper scared the Reaper, and if the Holy Mothers saw it, they might preach about humanity and curse his cruelty.
After all, the Reaper hadn't eaten him, so forgiving others and forcing others to be tolerant, standing on the moral high ground and condemning was too easy.
Speaking of which, Mike was just an ordinary person in his previous life, but he almost seamlessly transformed, killing without mercy.
Mike had also thought about this issue.
It was probably a sequela of transmigration, a lack of reality in this World. He felt like he was a player, cutting down villains like monsters in a game. Have you ever seen a player who felt pity for monsters while playing a game?
Even though he knew that other people were also flesh and blood, deep down, Mike always felt out of place.
Maybe it was just being pretentious.
In his previous life, Mike wasn't a playboy, but he probably just didn't have the conditions to be one.
Heh ~ Men.
Not only were the Reapers besieging Whistler and Sykes stunned, but the two men being besieged also got goosebumps all over.
"Is this a normal person? Would a normal person do this?"
Whistler felt a chill in his heart, then thought, Blade can only be considered half a person, and his life goal is to hunt Vampires, so he isn't a normal person either. As long as it's about hunting Vampires, Whistler doesn't care about Mike's methods.
As for Sykes, he was a hidden Ghoul Clan member. At this moment, his heart was chilling, and he had an ominous premonition.
At this time, the Blood Guard caused a commotion in the Pain House, and many Vampires ran out.
They saw Mike, and their eyes lit up. Mike's blood emitted an enticing scent.
Mike looked at the dozen or so Vampires surrounding him and sneered, "Hey, hey, although the target is the Reaper, if you yourselves seek death, there's nothing I can do."
Mike's nonchalant attitude was seen as a provocation by the Vampires.
A provocation from a lower-level creature to a higher-level creature.
Unbearable.
A punk-dressed Vampire was the first to rush forward. In his opinion, the early bird gets the worm.
One-Sword Style. Harbor Bird.
The slash hit the punk Vampire squarely, almost splitting him in half. If it were a human, it would be a 100% fatal injury. But he just fell to the ground in pain, trying to stuff his internal organs, which had spilled out of his abdominal cavity, back in.
It would heal with a little time or immediate blood consumption.
"Although the Blade is a silver Blade, the slash it emits doesn't have the properties of a silver Blade and cannot cause fatal damage to Vampires. What about a nichirin blade?"
While pondering, Mike moved forward, pinning the wailing punk Vampire to the ground with one strike, the latter stopped howling and turned to ash.
Mike switched to the nichirin blade.
The sunlight aura emitted by the nichirin blade made the Vampires retreat in unison.
"What are you doing? You're not trying to escape, are you? Want to escape? Have you asked about the ten thousand U.S. dollars I spent? Be good and let me experiment."
One-Sword Style. Great Tremor.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Whistler felt an indescribable aura rising from Mike, and the falling raindrops seemed to pause in mid-air.
The Vampires looked terrified, wanting to escape, but their body nerves disobeyed, standing still.
A Vampire was split in half, then turned to ash.
One-Sword Style. Thirty-Six Pound Phoenix.
The spiral slashes stirred the Vampires like swirling Blades.
Ah ah ah...
The Vampires turned to ash in the slashes, forming a horizontal black vortex.
"The nichirin blade is indeed a divine weapon for slaying Vampires."
Mike put away his Blade with satisfaction.
Not long after, Blade led his team out of the Pain House. As in the original story, the priest and Garth were bitten, but Garth concealed the fact that he was bitten.
Blood Guard Base.
"How long has he been bitten?" Blade asked.
"Twenty-some minutes," Reinhardt replied.
The priest screamed, his body convulsing non-stop, the virus was transforming his body.
Humans bitten by Vampires usually take about seventy-two hours to fully transform.
While Vampires bitten by Reapers only take about twenty minutes.
"Kill him!" Reinhardt ordered.
"Damn it, damn it."
Chuba cursed, he had a very good relationship with the priest. They trained together, hunted together, and were almost completely intimate, becoming true best friends.
"Let me do it!" Chuba picked up a silver bullet submachine gun and emptied the bullets into the priest's body.
"Idiot, you can't kill him like that."
If Reinhardt didn't understand Chuba, he would have thought Chuba was deliberately tormenting the priest.
"Hah!!!"
The priest's jaw suddenly split open, extending a chrysanthemum-shaped mouthpart, scaring Reinhardt into drawing his Blade and cutting off the upper half of the priest's head.
Even with his brain split in half, the priest still didn't die. Or rather, his brain stopped functioning, but the rest of his body was still "alive."
The best way to kill a Reaper is sunlight, followed by stabbing a silver Blade into its heart.
Blade fired two shots through the roof, and sunlight leaked in, burning the priest to ash.
Then everyone began to dissect the Reaper that had been stuck at the sewer entrance.
This was a dedicated Reaper, not only becoming a cadaver for the Blood Guard but also exposing the secret of Reapers hiding in the sewers.
Nyssa said, "Reapers are almost immune to silver and garlic essence..."
As she was speaking, Mike suddenly drew his silver Blade, slashing twice.
Leaving an "X" shaped wound on Garth's chest.
"What are you doing!"
Including Nyssa, the Vampires of the Blood Guard pointed all their Blades and guns at Mike. Only Blade and Whistler stood behind Mike, confronting the Blood Guard.
As for Sykes, he looked like he was scared silly.
"Almost immune to silver, is that so?" Mike pointed at Garth.
Reapers are almost immune to silver, wasn't that just said?
The Blood Guard was stunned, then realized. With such a large wound made by a silver Blade, Garth should have turned to ash by rights.
The Blood Guard quickly moved away from Garth and turned their guns.
Garth grabbed the nearest Wei Lian, his jaw split open, and his mouthpart bit into her smooth neck.
Countless silver bullets poured onto Garth, they couldn't kill him, but they could still injure him, at least delaying his movements, and then several ultraviolet rays shone on him, burning him to ash.
"Kill me."
Wei Lian and Garth were lovers, so she was probably heartbroken.
Reinhardt was silent for a moment, then quietly turned on the ultraviolet lamp.
Two Blood Guard members died at once, and the atmosphere was heavy, of course, Mike was not among them.
He was even a little happy.
"How did you discover Garth was infected by a Reaper?" Nyssa asked Mike with a grim face.
"The wound, the wound on his back looked like he was embraced by a Reaper." Mike demonstrated the movement, "See, isn't this perfect for a Reaper to bite its mouthpart on the neck? And didn't you notice, the big guy covered the right side of his neck with his collar?"
Nyssa asked, "Is that all?"
Mike retorted, "Isn't that enough?"
Reinhardt asked in a deep voice, "What if you were wrong? What if?"
Mike laughed, "I would express my sincere apologies to his ashes. But, I wasn't wrong, was I? I helped you eliminate a huge hidden danger, you should thank me, not question me. Damn it, I heard that pure-blood Vampires at least understand a little bit of propriety and shame, I shouldn't have held out hope, right!"
Nyssa said with a pale face, "You are right, we should thank you. I apologize for my rudeness just now."
The remaining members of the Blood Guard stared at Mike, wishing they could devour him alive immediately.
However, Mike didn't care. His happiness was built upon the suffering of Vampires.