God-level Demon Hunter

"Old Davao, tell you something, but don't get excited... Your daughter may still be alive."

The old man's pupils dilated for a moment, then he shook his head and laughed,

"Stop joking with me, master. Although I am willing to trade my life for hers, I am 100% sure that she is no longer alive, unless Godifoy who took her has the ability to bring the dead back to life."

The old man's words were interrupted.

Bang!

There was a loud noise in the quiet tomb.

The sarcophagus on the left vibrated strangely, and a huge force erupted from the inside of the coffin, pushing the sarcophagus lid, making a harsh scratching sound.

The bottom of the coffin kept hitting the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"what's the situation?"

The vibration became more and more violent, and the entire sarcophagus was jolting like it was about to fly.

With the change of the coffin.

The chaotic energy in the tomb began to boil, and the pendant around the witcher's neck was like a wild horse.

Swish-

Two golden lights covered the whole body.

Aiden and Cohen resolutely formed the seal, drew their swords in their hands, and protected the old Dawo behind them.

"boom!"

The heavy stone cover that blocked the coffin was lifted violently and fell into a dark corner of the tomb, blasting a pit in the marble floor.

A slender woman jumped out of the coffin, with two long, naked legs resting on both sides of the sarcophagus.

Standing there motionless like a statue.

The firelight on the four walls illuminated her whole picture—

The figure is slim and bony, and the thin outline can be seen under the black silk robe, and the two arms are covered with blue and black blood vessels.

A head of short black hair is as green as if it has just grown out.

And on the sickly pale cheeks, the cheekbones are high, the eyelashes are surprisingly long, and the big black eyes are constantly blinking, with deep bewilderment, like a patient who has just woken up from a long-term coma and has not yet adapted to the tomb. Strong light, clear the status quo.

The bridge of her nose is a bit too straight for a woman, and her thin lips are pale and bloodless.

She is not very beautiful, but her skin is white and thin without a single pore, and it is shining with a pearl-like luster, exuding a unique charm.

"Oh, Gods! Is it because I'm too old to be blind and start to hallucinate?"

"Or did the gods finally open their eyes, take pity on me, a helpless old man, and send down a decree?"

Dawo shook his head in disbelief, but he refused to take his eyes off the woman's face for a moment,

"My little Jasmine came back to life!"

"Miracle!"

"Don't stop me, let me go, Master!"

"Can a normal woman lift that hundred-pound coffin board? Don't you think her strength is too great?" Aiden and Cohen stared at the dazed black-robed woman vigilantly.

"So what? She is the daughter I brought up with my own hands, my only relative in this world!"

"She won't hurt me!"

The witchers hesitated, but finally let go.

Is there any reason to prevent a father and daughter who have been separated for life and death from reuniting again?

Old Dawo rushed over excitedly.

blah blah blah!

The sound of cheerful and hurried footsteps echoed in the tomb.

The woman's attention was attracted, she turned her head slowly, moved her nose, her dilated pupils refocused, and a pair of dark eyes immediately locked onto the approaching person.

Then there was an undisguised, raw, burning desire, like a cat smelling fish.

"Irene, it's Dad! Give me your hand, Dad will take you home!"

The old Dawo stood under the coffin, with open arms, waving her most cherished hairpin with her head up, and every wrinkle on the old man's orange-peel face stretched out.

During the eight years from his daughter's illness to her death, he suffered from insomnia all night, haunted by terrifying visions of distant relatives and lonely old age.

But all nightmares will be gone.

The whole family should be tidy.

Come on, my daughter!

The woman grinned, her eyes suddenly shone red in the night like a beast, and between her white teeth and scarlet gums, a few sharp canine teeth came out of her lips.

Whoosh whoosh.

The panting sound was heavy.

Then she answered him, spreading her arms out, leaping from the coffin like a falcon flapping its wings on its prey.

He threw himself into the arms of the old man with great enthusiasm!

The surprise happened so inadvertently.

Old Davao was thrown on his back!

Click!

The woman's sharp white teeth bit his blood-rich neck without hesitation.

Puchi!

Flesh and blood flew.

Ah!

Heart-piercing wailing shattered the tranquility of the tomb.

There was a horrifying big hole in the old Davao's neck, like a baby's mouth stretched open, blood was spilled wantonly, and the pungent smell of blood filled the surroundings.

He twitched like a choking fish.

The pale face and lips of the woman who was immersed in drinking were instantly stained with blood, and the eyes of the pupils shot out the color of incomparable greed and satisfaction.

boom!

Cohen, who was coming quickly, threw an Alder and knocked the woman into the air.

Aiden jumped in pursuit, the silver sword pierced the air, and slashed at the patricide mad beast, with a raging rage on his face.

Damn beast!

But she didn't lose her balance, and staggered backwards, she swung her right hand, and her blood-stained claw perfectly blocked the silver sword.

Stalemate.

Between the fighting weapons, the face had a fierce expression, with a kind of rage that was disturbed while eating, and the fangs were dripping with disgusting blood and saliva.

But her opponent is not alone.

Ke En walked around behind her in a flash, outlining the red sign with his five fingers, and threw out an Igni that ignited her skin.

She trembled and screamed piercingly.

And Aiden took the opportunity to slash out with a sword, the tip of the sword split her temples, and across half of her left face, creating a bloody mouth with bone deep visible.

The woman's roar of anger and pain echoed throughout the tomb. Her emaciated body fell to the ground, unable to move, and let out piercing wailing.

The silver sword and sword oil had a terrible effect on the newborn vampire.

The witcher didn't stop.

Cohn outlined a shot of Arden, lavender light bound her body.

And Aiden stepped on her shriveled belly with a sneer, aimed at her neck and raised the silver sword.

Swah——

The moment the silver blade fell, it stopped suddenly.

The demon hunters were slightly stagnant for breathing.

Looking down complicatedly.

Old Davao, that dying body came from nowhere and landed on Irene.

He used his dying flesh and blood as a shield in front of his daughter.

To the surprise of the demon hunter, this was not at all the speed and strength that a dying old man could unleash.

Not even for young people.

Old Dawo turned his head back with difficulty, his pale and bright red face stared at the two of them with dull eyes, with a hint of shocking pleading.

His lips moved, and a few drops of foam splashed from his beard.

Don't hurt her.

Please.

He desperately hugged his daughter tightly with his old body, protecting all parts of her that could be attacked.

Ironically, Irene, who was crushed to the ground, hugged him equally hard, but sipped blood from the bloody wound on his neck, like a baby sucking in its mother's arms.

There was no warmth in those bloodthirsty eyes.

……

Aiden and Cohen looked at each other, the hand holding the sword trembled, and sighed silently,

After all, like a bystander, he didn't intervene anymore.

For a moment, only the sound of swallowing could be heard in the entire tomb——

Consciousness is about to die out.

Old Dawo exhausted his last strength and tremblingly inserted the hairpin in his palm into his daughter's hair.

With a smile on his face, he stroked gently.

The painful and happy life turned into pictures that flew quickly across his mind.

"Old Davao planted a jasmine flower, but old Davao was too incompetent to protect you. For eight years, you suffered alive and almost withered."

"That's all I can do for you."

"Without Dad, from now on, you have to protect yourself and live well!"

A cloud of blood spewed out from the severed artery, staining those loving faces red, and he stared deeply at his daughter.

Her biting and sucking are so powerful, ferocious like a beast, but full of vitality.

The disease was finally gone from her body.

"Goodbye, my little Jasmine."

A tear fell down the corner of the eye, the old man's pupils dilated completely, his withered palms drooped weakly, and he stopped breathing.

……

"This is the fate of high-ranking vampires."

"That's the price."

The queen of the night, who came long ago, looked at the tragic situation in the tomb, with deep sadness and helplessness on her pretty face.

"Old Davao is a good father, take him back to the graveyard and bury him in the grassland, let the fallen leaves return to their roots."

Regis and Dellaf sighed, but they didn't feel much joy of welcoming a newborn in their hearts.

"Are newborn vampires always so ruthless?"

Aiden looked at the coffin, and Irene, who was full and full, lay down again under the control of Gao Su who rushed over.

But that cruel picture could never be erased from his mind.

"Didn't I say that in the first year of their birth, they were only driven by instinct, like a blank sheet of paper, requiring us seniors to write down the rules of the new world."