Bourne, who was in the lead, rubbed a ball of ice into his hand and threw it out a moment later.

The hockey puck flew by with a whoosh, missing any of the cars but hitting the ground instead.

The moment it touched the ground, it suddenly exploded and scattered into hundreds and thousands of ice shuttles that shot out. In just a moment, at least five more armored vehicles suffered tire blowouts.

The disaster struck too quickly for ordinary people to react. The tire blowout caused a chain reaction that led to eight armored vehicles colliding one after another.

The airbag deployed, saving his life, but he was now a lamb to the slaughter, his fate entirely at the mercy of the vampire.

Meanwhile, the other vampires followed suit, each displaying their unique skills, and in an instant, one armored vehicle after another broke down halfway.

"Go all out and make sure this army stays here!"

Byrne spoke indifferently, coldly stating, "They wanted food and medicine, and we didn't stop them. So, as the price, this army won't be returning to the outer ring!"

"yes!"

The vampires responded in unison, and their movements intensified.

For a moment, the flames sang joyfully, while the frost howled in despair.

The lightning shattered the ground, and the ether eroded all hope into ashes!

In just a few moments, nearly half of the convoy vanished during the retreat.

The soldier driving the armored vehicle looked in the rearview mirror with alarm and exclaimed, "Commander-in-Chief..."

"I know..."

Number 11 sighed and then handed his goggles and earpiece to the communications soldier next to him.

The communications soldier was immediately surprised: "Commander, what are you doing...?"

"If I don't come back, give these things to Yuecheng Liu or Fajia; if they don't come back either, give them to the mayor. There are my videos on the goggles and my recordings in the earphones, keep them safe."

"By the way, give the order: if there's an opportunity, aim at the vampires and empty all the gunpowder!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Number 11 opened the car door. The hurricane blew her white hair across her forehead. For the first time, she realized that without goggles to shield her eyes, the wind could feel so cold when it got in.

But so what?

She reached up with both hands, bent her legs and swung over to climb up, then squatted down and sat on the roof of the car.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

The communications soldier, clutching the goggles of number 11, popped his head out of the vehicle window.

Number 11 did not turn around. Instead, he leaped off the armored vehicle and slowly moved forward against the flow of traffic. At some point, he drew the blade behind him, the blade tinged with fire.

"Using your own life to buy time?"

Bourne tilted his head, somewhat puzzled:

"Have your soldiers drive armored vehicles and self-destruct; maybe that will buy you some more time."

"It is a great pity that the lives of my many colleagues are more important to me."

Number 11 gripped the flaming blade tightly with both hands, the edge pointing directly at Bourne and the numerous vampires behind him.

Byrne lowered his head and pondered: "The lives of a group of weak people are more precious than those of the strong. It's a human value system that's hard to understand."

"But it doesn't matter, I'll kill you, and then go... hmm?"

He had only spoken halfway when Byrne suddenly swallowed his words, his gaze fixed on the bulge that had suddenly appeared on the asphalt road, watching it grow larger and larger.

This is?

Bourne hesitated, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

At this moment, Number 11 seemed to notice that the road surface had suddenly become uneven. He turned his head and saw that a huge pothole had been broken in the asphalt road surface, and a huge ether crystal, as big as an elevator, suddenly emerged from the ground.

The next moment, the ether crystal shattered, and five figures suddenly appeared.

"Ugh, Fagar, could you please slow down next time? Have pity on my weak body, I feel like throwing up."

Yuma pressed her hand against Faga's shoulder, her face turning a deep purple, looking like she was about to vomit.

The cat's eyes darted around, and it seemed to be tilting its head back and forth: "Agreed, I saw lots of mackerel, meow~"

Only Nicole and Ellen remained barely conscious, each holding their forehead, their eyes fixed on the hundreds of vampires before them.

However, Fagar shrugged and said helplessly, "Constructing an ether crystal in the shape of an elevator, starting from underground and moving quickly by constantly extending the ether crystal, is the fastest way I can think of!"

"So, we're not late, are we? Number 11?"

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(I'm busy today, so I'll only post one chapter. I'll add the rest with erotic images.)