Holy crap! The Queen of the Sea!
Victoria bears a striking resemblance to Amber Hill, with a resemblance of about 70-80%.
And it's even wilder, like a big cat.
Thankfully, vampires don't poop.
His haughty gaze changed instantly.
His gaze towards James softened. "You've come to your death with a beautiful wife, huh? You're a pretty nice guy!"
The original plan to give James the Cruciatus Curse combo has been changed to the same as Shang Yang's - dismemberment by five horses.
Even so, Laurent, who was walking at the front, was still the most handsome of the three.
A mud grid!
Basil could hardly believe his eyes.
Perhaps it's because the dark skin appears olive-colored against the typical pale tone of a vampire?
With its large white teeth, typical of black humanoid self-propelled cotton pickers, it certainly exudes a friendly aura and is well-suited for diplomacy.
Well-developed muscles can also provide a degree of intimidation, preventing one from being looked down upon.
The cat-like gait they all possessed, developed from living in the wild and always ready to change shape and crouch down, was most suited to him.
However, Laurent was just a figurehead.
Unlike James, who is older, he is a hunter among vampires, specializing in hunting specific prey.
To satisfy his hunting hobby, he even specially transformed a woman skilled at escaping into his partner.
That is, Victoria.
However, James wasn't much better off.
They are particularly prone to bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
To ensure the success rate of his hunt, he would only choose lives weaker than himself.
Therefore, his preferred hunting targets are those beings who are weaker than him but special—humans with superpowers.
For example, Alice when she was still human.
However, his bullying of the weak and fear of the strong is only manifested in the strength or weakness of the prey he targets.
He was not afraid of any obstacles he encountered during the hunt.
He doesn't mind offending groups that are more powerful than him for it.
To be precise, the stronger the group, the more excited he became.
Therefore, in the novel, he dared to offend the Cullen family in order to hunt Bellatrix, and ultimately lost his life as a result.
Thanks to these 'good habits,' James has never made a mistake in hundreds of years.
Almost no vampire would risk offending their fellow vampires, who are skilled hunters, for the sake of a human.
He only suffered a Waterloo with Alice.
Before he went hunting, she was transformed by another old vampire who protected humans (who, unaware that they could drink animal blood, chose to drink stale human blood or had insufficient blood intake, and over time, aged and weakened).
Alice becomes a strong, newly born vampire.
She didn't meet James's criteria for a target.
So James backed down.
He chose to kill the old vampire who ruined his hunt and ran away.
James is always very cautious when there is no hunting target.
Laurent understood this very well.
Whenever they encounter someone like him, James always lets him take the lead.
Hidden in the back to observe, pretending to be weak.
And the same is true today.
"We think we heard the sound of a game," Laurent said, trying to sound calm and relaxed. "I'm Lauren, and they are Victoria and James."
He pointed to the two vampires behind him.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He noticed that the smile on the face of the clearly leading vampire became more genuine after hearing his French accent.
Unfortunately, his plan failed.
Carlisle did feel a sense of familiarity with his accent, which reminded him of the time he spent studying in France, when he was free from his father's control for the first time in his life.
But Carlisle is not in charge here.
Moreover, he wasn't the one in charge of their hunting group of three.
Without Jasper's attempts to evoke emotions and distract them, James's keen sense of smell immediately detected Bellatrix's scent.
And even more delicious, even more enchanting than the only time it failed, when the little girl (referring to Alice) before her was still human.
That came from a boy who, at first glance, looked like a vampire (because humans wouldn't be that handsome).
Vampires are like sharks.
Once you've tasted blood, or even just smelled it, it's hard to resist drinking more.
Therefore, James instantly lost his temper.
Victoria immediately sensed the signal when she saw James' leg muscles begin to tense and his toes clench.
Also lift your hips, tuck your toes in, and look toward your target.
Then she froze.
That man, who shone brightly even among his peers who were as handsome as gods, instantly captured her entire attention.
Especially that high, straight nose.
She didn't care about her partner's appearance, especially since James, though of average appearance, had perfect features like David from the Renaissance.
But James looks so much like the David sculpture that he even has the same delicate little jelly.
The moment Little Jejeet appeared, Victoria completely forgot about him.
His eyes, the same deep and fierce color of Burgundy wine as his two companions, instantly softened.
All that remained was the man's figure across from them, as dazzling and radiant as the sun.
Laurent also noticed that something was wrong with his partner.
His eyes swept quickly over Emmett's muscular physique, then he said loudly, "I think we should go."
James looked incredulous, glared angrily at Lauren, and then looked at Victoria.
This is where the problem is.
He quickly discovered his spouse's betrayal, and that she had taken a liking to nothing more than a mere human.
A second before an even stronger hostility erupted.
The faint look on Carlisle's face disappeared, replaced by a sense of pity.
Esme closed her eyes.
Edward mimicked his mother's movements, but his eyes peeked out from under him. He was curious about how Basil would kill these vampires.
Emmett tensed up.
Alice and Rosalie instantly blocked any possible routes that could attack Bellatrix.
Basil, however, chose to add fuel to the fire by brazenly scanning Victoria's entire body.
No man can tolerate it, especially when his partner responds in kind.
Victoria looked like she was about to strip naked for Basil to admire.
James couldn't hold back any longer.
Even so, he still made a feint first.
Then, with cat-like steps, it suddenly turned, its upper lip curling up high to reveal sharp teeth.
Victoria roared in anger, her hair turning fiery red, and lunged at James, her former partner.
Without Jasper to calm him down, Laurent displayed the qualities expected of a farmhand, slamming his face into the ground with his hands behind his back.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
A sinister grin and undisguised disappointment spread across James' face.
In his view, the Cullen family didn't stop them because they cared more about the human woman. Or perhaps they were too pampered and lacked the necessary sensitivity.
Even when his partner is emotionally unfaithful and tries to stop him from hunting, he still thinks about his hunting games.
And they were disappointed because the difficulty was too low.
If I had known, I would have attacked that woman.
He thought this as he stood a foot away from Basil, his mouth agape, Venom dripping from his sharp teeth.
Bang!
A huge sound, like two giant rocks crashing down at high speed, rang out.
Victoria stopped in her tracks.
The one who knocked James was a round-faced boy who appeared out of nowhere, wielding a giant sword as thick as a door panel.
"I think this card is more suitable for dealing with you."
"Kamen Rider Sword Saint - Neville Lumbaton".
The blond boy held a blank, gilded card in his hand, the outline of which vaguely resembled the figure of a round-faced boy.
"Oops," Basil said, clenching his left fist and tapping his forehead in feigned annoyance, "I've switched channels."
Bellatrix was somewhat astonished. Was Neville really that strong?
She was also aware of the existence of the Knight Card.
It is a kind of magic that is born from the bonds between people.
However, the knights summoned by the knight card should not be stronger than the original knight.
There were four Fairy Tale Mage present, including Basil.
However, because Basil was holding the card in his right hand, the white light emanating from his fingertips when he cast the spell was obscured by the light from the card.
Therefore, neither Bellatrix nor the others saw Basil cast the spell.
James is not simply facing Neville at this moment.
Instead, it was an enhanced version infused with the concepts of vampires and dragons by Basil.
On the other side, James's arm was twisted into a strange shape, and his chest was sunken, revealing his stark white sternum.
Even so, his body seemed to be magnetic to blood, and not a single drop of blood was spilled.
"How is that possible? You're clearly just a mere human!"
He looked at Neville, whose eyes were mechanical and lifeless, and said, "As a predator, you actually obey human commands."
"Human?" Victoria repeated in surprise.
But she didn't pay much attention to it, and said softly, "James is very vengeful. He once stalked his opponent for more than ten years in order to get revenge."
"I suggest you don't let him go."
Laurent chimed in, "Yes!"
James: "You two traitors!"
"Shut up!" Laurent's voice was muffled because his face was pressed against the ground. "James, you coward! You call yourself the top of the food chain, the master hunter among vampires. But in reality, you only dare to attack humans!"
"Sir! This was all James's own doing, it has nothing to do with me!"
"Laurent, you—" James roared.
"I can't believe it," Basil raised an eyebrow, "That you still have the energy to speak loudly."
Based on his calculations, Neville should have been able to cut James in half with a single blow.
But James used his arm as a cushion and dissipated the force upon landing, maximizing his mobility.
He curled up, feigning discomposure, and subtly shifted his posture in preparation for running away.
"Of course—" James coughed twice.
The tendons in my legs started to tighten and adjust their direction.
The next second, he transformed into a phantom and rushed into the dense forest.
The dust kicked up by his feet, which he kicked too hard, effectively concealed his tracks.
The sound of branches breaking echoed continuously through the woods.
Basil smiled. "They finally escaped."
Emmett scoffed, "How foolish. If you had just stayed put, you might have died a quicker death."
Basil nodded and took out another stack of cards.
Four were selected from them.
"A lion should be paired with a lion."
The round-faced boy leaning on the heavy sword had already disappeared from the spot.
In the pitch-black forest.
James leaned forward, close to the ground, and darted through the inky black forest like an arrow.
The undamaged left hand is placed in front of the body for protection.
It ran roughly, completely oblivious to the branches and low-lying ferns blocking its path.
My skin was cut as I ran through the thicket of thorns, but I didn't stop.
Let the thorns and brambles pierce your skin and wounds.
Almost there!
James was planning his route forward in his mind.
Further ahead lies the Padias River.
He could hide in the water and keep going forward until he escaped into the sea.
Thinking of this, he blinked.
However, it was only in the blink of an eye.
The round-faced boy appeared in front of him.
He quickly extended his intact left hand to cushion the impact, twisted his feet, and changed direction.
He curled up and leaped up.
He had only flown halfway when another tall, thin figure whistled through the air and collided with him.
The impact was as loud as an explosion, hurling him into another tree—which snapped in two.
James stubbornly stood up again.
I looked up at the figure.
"Hello, I'm Ron Weasley." He was a rare vampire with freckles. Although tall and thin, his youthful features and baby fat indicated that he was still a boy. Like Lumbaton, he had an inorganic look in his eyes, like a robot.
At this moment Lumbaton also approached, carrying a greatsword.
Three other figures appeared alongside him.
They're all vampires.
They were all wearing loose black robes and black calfskin shoes.
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter." The speaker was a small, thin boy with messy black hair and, surprisingly, wearing glasses.
"I am Seamus Finnigan." The boy was shorter and had brown hair.
"I am Dean Thomas." All you could see in the forest were two large, white teeth. It was outrageous; even the pale tones of a vampire couldn't lighten his skin. Just how dark must he be?
The way they spoke clearly indicated they were from England.
"A legion of vampire boys?" James scoffed. "Looks like that human's ability is to control people's minds."
"Moreover, young children's minds are easier to control."
He stared intently at the round-faced boy. "You can see me through them, right?"
'Neville' nodded: ' Carlisle is kind-hearted and can't stand to see me kill. The 'people' here include you too.'
"So."
"So you're planning to execute me here?" James tore off his arm and used it as a weapon.
Neville frowned. "What a waste."
"That way we won't need five people." He looked at Thomas.
Thomas turned into Dotty Jin Guang and vanished into the air.
"A waste?" James frowned.
"You probably don't understand." The greatsword in 'Neville's' hand dissipated, and he began to move his body.
"I will explain it to you in the most direct way."
The words had barely left his mouth.
James felt a hard kick to his abdomen.
It smashed into another tree trunk and broke it.
He looked up and saw the black-haired vampire with glasses.
Then, two cold hands pressed down on his legs.
They are those two vampires named Weasley and Finnigan.
The black-haired vampire named Potter held down his intact left arm.
He tried to struggle, but he couldn't break free at all.
All that could be heard was the rustling sound of footsteps walking slowly on the leaves.
Two cold hands held his head still, and the round-faced boy's face appeared before him.
"I think you understand now."