The vampire organization Bloodpack had its base on the edge of the city, where it had brazenly built something resembling a fortress.
Hovering in the air, Yang Bo looked toward the brightly lit vampire base in the distance, licked his lips, and pulled the long-unused Minotaur Axe from his backpack.
"Blade, let's just storm the place!"
Large numbers of fully armed guards patrolled the perimeter. Their equipment alone rivaled that of an ordinary special forces unit.
Blade piloted his Armor straight toward them. Although this Armor primarily enhanced close combat, it was perfectly reasonable for it to have a few Miniature Missiles and a machine gun.
Boom, boom, boom...
A string of explosions and gunshots rang out, alerting every guard. They poured out through the main entrance.
Compared to Blade, Yang Bo took a more straightforward, brutal approach. He put away his Flying Platform, took his Thorns Combat Sign from his backpack, and held it in front of him like a sightseeing tourist holding up a flag.
Bang... bang... bang...
A barrage of bullets struck Yang Bo, but every last one vanished without a trace, unable to make so much as a ripple.
Instead, everyone who fired at Yang Bo dropped dead on the spot, losing all signs of life without a single wound.
"Heh."
The metal blast doors were right in front of him.
Boom... A shell struck directly in front of Yang Bo, but it was just as ineffective. His health did not budge.
Yang Bo switched to his Pickaxe and began digging through the massive metal blast doors. With his Pickaxe's current mining level, breaking through these alloy doors was practically instantaneous.
"So it isn't one solid piece..."
Yang Bo shook his head, dug out a two-by-two entrance, and walked inside. The people inside the base were