In the intricate alleys of the new suburb, a group of people hurriedly hurried and slowly found their priceless target with the help of a wilderness hunter's tracking skills.

It's a pity that they are destined to be disappointed.

laugh!

Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, Lausanne II pulled the sword blade out of a wide-eyed enemy and ducked to avoid the silver darts behind him.

"Reinforcements, call for reinforcements!"

"Push up!"

"He's so awesome..."

"Don't leave him alone! A friend is worth five pieces of gold!"

"Will he move out of position? Surround him!"

"He got through! Be careful behind!"

"Don't sleep, brother - no, this is his power..."

Lausanne II's sword seemed to be alive, flying and dancing with his body, weaving back and forth among the high walls and narrow alleys. Every blow had maximum effect, leaving the opponent in a hurry.

His steps were orderly, and he would beat the drum every time he was attacked, shift his body, and escort him out of the attack, restarting the next one-on-one duel.

"I've seen you, I've definitely seen you! But aren't you dead?"

"Run! That's Luosang! Luosang from the Blood Bottle Gang!"

"How sweet is it? Is it good to have a prefix? My Ada is the leader of the Brotherhood's 'Head Wolf' Fei Su... He's so handsome! If you take care of him, you'll be fine!"

"Well, I'm shocked by his size! Even Prince Tyas can't keep him when he comes! What I'm saying - ah ah ah!"

"Big wok! He hated Ah Da!"

"The legend of the Blood Bottle Gang is true, he is resurrected!"

"Impossible! The black sword killed him!"

resurrection?

Lausanne II sneered in his heart.

Compared to Robert, he was far less lucky.

Thinking back then, when he woke up from that nightmare...

He just felt thirsty.

Heartbreaking thirst.

Even if he lay in the water tank, his thirst could not be quenched by drinking water all night.

Until the little girl who kindly took him in to recuperate injured her hand on a straw.

Then the monster woke up.

Thinking of this, the bored and painful Lausanne II's sword trembled, and the enemy who should have been dealt with immediately groaned and suffered a few more seconds of pain.

But his opponents were too poor to catch such flaws.

If it were the former Joaquin or even Bruno, he would have suffered.

"How many times do you want me to say this? Garlic is useful! Even reciting the Sunset Sutra is useful!"

"Is beheading useful?"

"Isn't he a vampire? Why don't these blood bottles work?"

"Since it's called a blood bottle...doesn't it mean that only the blood bottles from the Blood Bottle Gang are useful?"

"The Phantom Blade tricked us!"

Lausanne II ignored the five or six vague mercenaries or bounty hunters in front and behind him, turned around like instinct, drew his sword, and reaped the next life amidst the screams.

Of course blood bottles are useful.

The blade of the sword opened the wound, and blood spattered. He gave an imperceptible move to avoid being contaminated by the blood.

God knows how much pressure he must bear every time he swings his sword to contend with the monsters in his body.

【Blood.】

【No, shut up.】

He repeated it over and over again, emphasized it over and over again, forcing them back into a corner.

That day, the little girl who took him in died.

And her parents came to the barn after hearing the sound.

Killed by a monster.

Lausanne II was in a daze.

And he, he realized after he woke up...

I already have nothing.

Only this body is left.

This cursed, hated, disgusting body.

The two enemies in front of Lausanne II, who were originally very aggressive, suddenly became languid and fell down in confusion.

The third man gritted his teeth, stabbed himself in the thigh, and shook his head in pain.

But in just a few seconds, Lausanne II ghost stepped forward and his sword flashed.

laugh!

When the other party realized later, he was horrified when he discovered that his throat had been cut. He held down the column of blood spurting from his neck, turned around and ran away, crying.

"Ahhhhh!"

【Blood! Blood!】

[Shut up. If you are not hungry, you have already had your fill.] Lausanne II scolded in his heart.

[Not enough...fight...more...blood...]

【roll.】

Lausanne II looked at the other opponents with fear in their eyes, holding the bloody sword and moving forward step by step.

"Why don't we just round up and kill a has-been old killer?"

"You told me this is called 'passing'?"

"This is called a killer!"

With the complete transformation from tissues and organs to muscles and bones, and even thinking and spirit, he is no longer himself.

There is nothing left in this body...

It belongs to him.

Even the most loyal and reliable power that he thought would accompany him throughout his life has left him without a trace.

Even the swordsmanship moves that he was once familiar with could no longer be used.

All that's left is his overly sensitive senses, his body as gray as rotten wood, his dim vision as dark as day, and...his desire for blood.

Of course, there is also the fear of the sun.

"I swear! They told me it was just a demented vampire!"

"Do you open your eyes and see if this is 'dementia'?"

"This is called a vampire!"

He tried it.

real.

He has tried, he has tried to resist, countless times, countless times!

But he can't.

Just like facing the fate of the past.

He couldn't resist.

He was unable to resist.

How could he resist?

"The news I got said that he is half disabled and is about to die!"

"You fucking call this 'semi-disabled'?"

"This is called the extreme realm!"

He is no longer the high-spirited knight squire, nor the ambitious and talented swordsman, nor even the cruel and insensitive cold-blooded killer with the same name as the heinous "bad blood" Lausanne in history.
To be continued...