The Blade Warrior declined Spider-Man's kindness and said in a deep voice: "No, I have my own teammates, as long as you don't come and disturb me again." Spider-Man frowned: "You said you still have teammates? Well, if you don't need my help, it's fine, but you can't kill Mobius."

"Why, why do you interfere with me from chasing those aliens?" The Blade Warrior didn't understand why Spider-Man kept covering up with the vampire who had just escaped.

Spider-Man explained: "I have to save him, we are the ones who make him become like this."

"It was 'you' who created the vampire?" The Blade Warrior seemed to have heard the ridiculous joke in the world. If humans could also create vampires, then Dracula would have dominated the world long ago: "Then he is harming innocent people everywhere now, so you must protect him?"

"No, it was an accident that he became like this. I heard that we might have a way to get him back to his original state!"

The Blade Warrior pushed away Spider-Man who was blocking the motorcycle, increased his horsepower and rushed out. His voice echoed between the high-rise buildings: "No one can reverse the changes of vampire, no one! I will definitely continue to chase that vampire, maybe you Spider-Man, next time I will never neglect and let you survive!"

"He just flew away?" Spider-Man rushed forward and saw the Blade Warrior driving the Blade motorcycle, jumping forward on the top of the New York building with his super horsepower. He knew that he was in trouble and wanted to deal with the Blade Warrior, and it was not possible to rely on himself alone: ​​"I should go find Emire, only he can stop the battle between Blade Warrior and Mobius!"

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When Imir got out of the taxi and stepped on the road at the entrance of his new home, he stretched comfortably and whispered: "The world of ordinary people is still relatively peaceful. Look, they have no power. But at least there will be no evil gods, super criminals or terrorists to harass them all day long!"

Then, when his eyes were withdrawn from the night sky, he immediately let out a second angry roar: "Damn it, if my door was not kicked over, it would be even more perfect!"

Seeing more than a dozen black-robed deacons standing at the door, Imil covered his forehead helplessly and said, "I should have known for a long time. Father Terence is here again. Did God teach him that the first thing he does whenever he comes to my house is to use violence to destroy the door panels of my house? Fortunately, my sister called back and said she had to work overtime and could not come back tonight. Otherwise, I really don't know what to do."

"Maybe, I should have found an opportunity to show off with Kathlin. It's not a good thing to keep hiding like this. But I don't know my sister's psychological quality, can I accept that I have become a superhero..."

While imagining the feasibility of a showdown with Kathlin, Emire hung a gloomy face, strode to the door, and threatened the dozen deacons: "I asked you to get out of my house last time, it seems that this is not enough. You should get out of my house's radius of 500 meters. I don't want to see you again!"

Father Terence, who was sitting in the living room, heard Imil's voice, and quickly poked his head out of the door and waved: "Imil, my dear Imil. Please come in and I will introduce you to a new teammate!"

Imil looked surprised: "Oh, new teammate, who is it?"

"I'm sorry. We visited your residence before Father Terence arrived and had a small conflict with your girlfriend." A clear voice came from behind Father Terence: "My name is Whist. I'm a vampire hunter. Please don't mind the losses caused. Although it's good to write it on Father Terence, he will restore it to its original state before dawn."

"Vampire Hunter? I'm really becoming more and more uncertain. What kind of world am I living in!" Emire smiled bitterly. Since Father Terence said that he would be his future teammate, and the other party put his posture to the lowest point, he had no place to take advantage of the problem.

So he reached out to hold Whist, then frowned and looked at Father Terence and asked, "I remember you promised that my vampire hunter was named Eric Brooks, so where is Mr. Eric now?"

"I'm Eric Brooks." The Blade Warrior, who had a fight with Spider-Man on the roof of the Manhattan neighborhood, walked out of the living room. His sturdy body looked a head taller than Emire.

Imil took a step back before seeing the full picture of the black warrior, and said in surprise: "Oh my god, you look so strong!"

Magdalina walked to Imir and sat down with him. It seemed that Whist had already given her sweet words before, so she forgot that she had an unpleasant meeting with the Blade Warrior.

"Enough, Whist, it's time for us to leave." The Blade Warrior snorted coldly, stood up from the chair, and said to Father Terence: "We appreciate your kindness, but if we want to fight those aliens, this young boy can't do it. I think I should track my prey today, there's not much time!"

Magdalina was not happy anymore. Imil was the captain of the Watchmen League that she recognized. If he was underestimated like this, wouldn’t he even be ignored?

With a swish, she drew out the cross sword and pushed it to the blade warrior's throat almost as soon as the Blade Warrior finished speaking.

The Blade Warrior suddenly stared at Magdalina, quietly touched a silver knife in his hand, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Imil would not give him the chance to be presumptuous in his home. Just when the Blade Warrior took out the knife, an invisible yin force wrapped around him.

He was sure to take the silver sword away from the Blade Warrior's hand while Magdalina took action. However, just when they were tense, Whist, a companion of the Blade Warrior, frowned and shook his head, and pressed him: "Don't do this, Eric, they are not enemies!"

The Blade Warrior was quite respectful to Whist's words. He took back the silver knife in his hand when he heard this, then reached out and pushed the cross sword that was placed between his throat and sat back.

Whist stood up, and Imil discovered that the vampire hunter was still on a crutch. It was not the kind of gentleman's cane used by Mephisto to decorate, but a real disabled person. For such a person, who was able to drink the blade warrior, Imil also gave him a little respect and used his vision to suggest that Magdalina put away the cross sword. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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