More Ruthless Than Blade

The area outside the bar remained quiet, and bored Arcee stopped on the street.

She had just made a sound when a thief ran away.

The thief tried to sneak into a car to steal something, but was scared away by her car horn.

This was one of the few joys Arcee found.

Perhaps she was too pink, because no one approached her at all.

Inside the bar, however, a bloody storm had broken out.

Bayonetta and Jeanne discovered that after a round of fighting, the vampires were surprisingly unharmed.

"Interesting. Are they invincible?"

"Of course not, but in human mythology, certain items are needed, like a cross or something."

Jeanne was more familiar with this era and had heard many stories about vampires.

On the contrary, Bayonetta, although she is over five hundred years old, is as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

She only becomes more composed during battles.

Just like now, she took out a lollipop, put it in her mouth, and then twirled her sexy long tongue around it.

"Let's continue, children."

For these vampires, they are indeed children in age.

And these vampires' eyes were filled with apprehension.

After that contest, or rather, that was a complete rout, they realized that these two women were no ordinary people.

So they promptly let go, and the bartender immediately squatted down and reported it to his superiors.

"Boss, two women came to the bar and started causing trouble."

"Yes, it's human."

"We had no grudge against them, yet they came in and started killing us."

The bartender peeked inside, swallowed hard, and said, "It's over. They can't recover. Their bodies have been blasted to dust."

This is because Bayonetta discovered that they had regenerative abilities.

Quick recovery? If you're reduced to ashes, can you even recover?

She was conducting an experiment, but clearly, these vampires couldn't do it.

Thus, Bayonetta and Jeanne were like two ballet dancers, gracefully 'tearing' these vampires apart.

It's a pity Li Chen isn't here, otherwise he would definitely have enjoyed it more.

He said it was very interesting to watch women fight.

"Bang!"

The bartender was still talking when suddenly a bullet pierced his head.

His head was smashed open, but he did not die immediately.

"Putting everything else aside, vampires certainly have a very strong will to live."

Bayonetta said, placing one Longlegs on the chair and leaning forward, "Too bad she's too weak."

The bar, with only half a head remaining, still managed to say with difficulty, "Don't be so smug... We're just the lowest-ranking Blood Clan. You killed our people; someone will be coming for you soon."

"Oh?"

To everyone's surprise, Bayonetta's eyes lit up. "Let them come, we're getting a bit bored."

She is a battle witch, and she feels extremely bored when there are no battles. She needs an opponent.

At that moment, she saw the still-connected telephone receiver.

She picked it up, ate the lollipop, and said, "You're the mastermind behind this?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a voice came through. "Who are you? Why are you attacking us?"

"It's your people who won't give us alcohol."

Bayonetta laughed, "Besides, I hate blood-drinking guys; they're just as disgusting as those angels."

The person on the other end of the phone was a little confused, but Bayonetta was already ignoring him.

Because Jeanne cried out, "Bayonetta, that guy's trying to escape!"

A vampire who looked middle-aged tried to escape, but Bayonetta didn't move an inch.

She simply opened her arms, and then her clothes began to spin wildly, transforming into strands of hair.

The black strands of hair detached from her body and rose into the air, transforming into a gigantic hellish monster.

Then, it swallowed the fleeing vampire whole.

"Awoo!"

Bayonetta simply posed, waiting for her hair to return to her body, transforming into clothing that once again covered her snow-white skin.

Jeanne couldn't stand it anymore. "Why didn't you use this trick on Li? He definitely wouldn't blink an eye."

He can watch it anytime he wants.

Bayonetta was completely unconcerned about the 'clothing rip' that had just happened.

Anyway, nobody saw it, and even if they did, those guys were 'dead'.

Isn't it just that nobody saw it?

As for Jeanne? She only felt envy.

The two witches left the bar without a drop of blood on them.

The bar was now completely silent; not a single vampire had survived.

It took half an hour for someone to arrive.

A vampire in a black trench coat cautiously pushed open the door, only to find it filled with the smell of blood.

Then, a group of people filed in, protecting the big boss in the middle.

"The head... it's all gone."

Even more ruthless than Blade!

"Where did this vampire hunter come from?"

The other vampires' expressions changed upon seeing this.

Blade couldn't kill vampires this ruthlessly, because the vampire corpses in the bar were all turned into fragments that couldn't be pieced back together.

As it turns out, vampires aren't Deadpool; they really can't survive being turned into pieces.

The Blood Clan surrounded in the middle also looked grim.

Vampires have a strict hierarchy, with ranks determined by bloodline origin and seniority.

Apart from the progenitors of vampires like Varnae and Dracula, other vampires are classified according to the order of 'Prince-Duke-Marquis- Earl'.

Because these ordinary vampires were all transformed by Dracula or other vampires through the Embrace.

No matter how long they live, they can never challenge Dracula's status.

The man before them was the vampire Earl.

He was stronger than ordinary vampires, but he also knew how ruthless his attackers were.

Not Blade.

He began, "It's a woman, a very dangerous woman."

Bayonetta's nonchalant attitude frightened him.

But regardless.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood, otherwise no one will fear our Blood Clan."

Sometimes it's not that knowing the enemy is powerful prevents us from taking action; rather, it's that we must act to maintain the dignity of the Blood Clan.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to survive in human society.

In fact, as things have progressed to the point where the higher-ups are no strangers to the existence of vampires, the Blood Clan have even established some medical institutions that not only produce artificial blood bags but also collect blood.

In America, selling blood is a necessity for ordinary people to survive.

If an average person sells blood twice a week, their earnings could range from $400 to $1,000.

Can an ordinary person who can't survive refuse such a "good thing"?

In the America, 200,000 people sell blood every day. As the world's largest blood bank, where does all this blood go?

These Blood Clan made tremendous contributions.

They are grateful to America; without America's existence, they would have to risk attacking humans to gain any bloodshed.

Unlike now, it only takes a few dollars.