Chapter 246

Chapter 246

◇◆◇ (Third person point of view.)

“〓△〒□※▼★〒▽▽……”

The vampire turned her head to Whisley, her mouth full of blood.

“Guess those who got bitten by vampires don’t turn into ones, huh?”

The piled bodies of his fallen comrades. Giving no sign of them rousing up from the dead.

“■△□★▲〓△!”

“Thank god they won’t turned. It is mentally taxing to shoot my colleagues.”

–Clink…….

He walks over, pulling the lever on his sniper rifle.

“……▲☆▽＃、▼〆◎※▽☆”

“Folklore is just a bunch of gossip after all. But it’s also contains some truth. What a weird thing.”

“▽◎◇! ●※〓◇◎※●▽〓▲＆▽＆★〆■◇!!”

“So the question is how much of it is true? You don’t really sleep in a coffin right?”

The two gradually close the distance between them, never taking their eyes off each other and shoving their own conversation in the other’s ear, which is never likely to be fruitful.

Whisley pushed the trigger on his sniper rifle.

*Clasp*. With a slick flawless motion, the trumpcard bullet was loaded and the battle began

Wild Roar spewed flames.

Whisley’s vision distorted, his footing slipping back.

With a deafening boom, a bullet loaded with supernatural energy shot between the vampire’s eyes, but it was just a phantom of Whisley’s imagination.

The black wolf rushed across the ground, leaving behind a shattering sound of broken glass.

The black wolf dodges the bullet, its ferocious fangs closing in on Whisley.

He intercepted the leap by swinging the barrel of his sniper rifle.

The recoil of the Wild Roar was tremendous and to absorb the impact, the barrel was thick, sturdy, and heavy. One strike from it with Whisley’s big frame carried a fair amount of punch.

However, the vampire is also a very skilled fighter. The same move wouldn’t work twice. The black wolf ducked to avoid the blow and maintain her distance.

Whisley takes advantage of this opportunity to reload without a second thought. Wild Roar’s magazine has four rounds.

It was after that the sound of gunfire echoed.

It echoed back and forth between the buildings – like a cry of a savage beast from the depths of the forest.

The wild roar’s cry came up behind her and took her by surprise, causing the vampire to turn her head back startled.

“–▽◇◎■▽〆〓☆□□.▲〆※★☆△〓◎〆＃□§◇●▲§□……”

“Do you like this sound? Much more ferocious than your cute little squeak don’t you think? — so you should be more scared of it.”

Immediately, the black wolf jumps to the right.

It leaped to the left then right. Accelerating rapidly, the wolf circled around Whisley like a gale.

“–……!”

Whisley turned his head away, revealing a scratch on his cheek.

He dropped to his knees and prepared to attack but was unable to. He was at the mercy of the swift steps coming at him from the front, back, left, and right, making it impossible to aim his gun at all. The wild roar was too heavy for this movement.

One after another, fresh wounds were carved on Whisley’s body.

“☆◇◎☆■▽☆★〆〒!!”

“Toying with your prey huh?”

With a small click of his tongue, Whisley quietly lowered the gun.

Taking two deep breaths, he. His signature practice to quell his excitement and increase his focus. Muscle memory is awakened from every muscle in his body. The scenery around him slows down as he lets the sensation take over.

“—-Considering this as a freebie. I’ll show you why I’m called the three eye.”

After saying this, he removed his eye patch.

When it fell away to reveal his eye, his iris was split in two.

–He was born with two pupils in one eyeball. It is called dicoria.

The three pupils focused on the black wolf as it ran around.

Whisley drew his revolver from his hip.

He lowered the hammer and took aim as the scenery slowly drifted by.

The muzzle of his gun was perfectly aligned with the black wolf.

一One shot.

The revolver’s bullet embedded itself beautifully in the black wolf’s torso.

“……ka……ha……!”

Her face contorted in pain, vomiting black blood from her mouth.

Two shots. Three shots. Four shots……. All the bullets struck the wolf’s body.

-The defensive barrier that the aliens regularly use was stripped away by the Wild roar. The vampire was now defenseless against bullets. Although, if it had been a normal bullet, it might not have been any problem for her, the Nocturnes.

The wind died down.

The vampire collapsed, gasping for breath. She had returned to her original form and was holding her stomach. Black bodily fluids spilled out of her gothic clothing and slowly spread on the concrete.

“Surprised? Hunting monsters is Fox’s signature job………….you see, a beast likes to play with its prey before killing it. If you’re playing with it and can’t even kill it then you’re just an amateur, a second-rate beast.”

He stood in front of a vampire with sweat soaking his face.

Whisley continued, looking admiringly at the revolver, which is smoking with gunpowder.

“–The owner of this gun was a terrific sniper. I was no match for her in sniping and fighting, but I actually had a better shot in the situation with a clear line of fire. I have confidence in my visual acuity thanks to these eyes. Your movement is too slow.”

“Gu… Gu……”

The vampire holds her wounded belly and looks up at Whisley through clenched teeth.

“The name of this gun is . Not only is the name suitable for you, this revolver is blessed with holy water when completed as its tradition……. Surprising isn’t it? It was the hobby of its past owner. She told me that one day she might have to fight a vampire. Her eyes lit up while saying that too. And the bullet is a RIP that is specially made with a soft silver compound that can splinter and bite into the flesh like crazy………… The vampire’s weaknesses in the folklore are all over the place…….now, I wonder which of them is true?”

“▽、○▲▲■〓〆▽●☆……”

“I want to try the garlic….but I don’t like it……. I think a stake through the heart then?”

Whisley said as he searched his memory, then put away his revolver and lifted Wild roar instead.

clang …….

With a deadly sound, a shiny protrusion popped out of the tip of the gun.

-Instead of a knife, The Wild roar has an extendable pike as a bayonet.

Whisley at the time was amused by this crazy contraption. It’s one of the monstrosities that formed the Golden Grimreaper character becuase despite being a sniper she sometimes also fought in melee. Now he has nothing but respect for the foresight of the girl.

“……puh……”

The female vampire spat blood through clenched teeth. Her face is stained with humiliation as she realizes her fate.

“Seems like this one is actually working……”

“〆▲、〆☆▼〆◇＃■▽……!”

“If you want to beg for your life, bow down to our fallen comrades in the afterlife. Maybe it will be enough to spare you from hell.”

Without question, he twisted the pike into the vampire’s chest.

Whisley’s penetrates it deeply, pushing his weight into it.

then–.

“Aaaaaaaahhh……!!”

“–!?”

Whisley jumped in panic as the vampire’s body burst into flames.

He watched the vampire combust, then let the adrenaline that had built up in his body out in a thick sigh.

“Phew……………… u!?”

Immediately after, Whisley’s entire body tensed up as he recognized the figure that landed softly in front of him.

(……Dragonkin……!)

A female Dragonkin silently looks down at the ashen vampire.

Her red hair is imposing, but what is even more striking is her distinctly high-grade spear and armor. She is not just a mere dragonkin. She was a high-ranked dragonkin.

–It would be suicidal for an infantryman to fight head-on with a fully equipped dragon.

Whisley’s hands are sweating profusely as he clutches Wild roar.

（Is it time to use “that”……?）

(–If it’s “that” that once had a confirmed record of killing a dragon…)

But it’s too close.

Whisley moved cautiously and carefully, to avoid being caught off guard.

He slowly raised the loaded Wild roar.

Buzz, poof, thud.

The female dragonkin raised her gaze at the sound.

Their eyes met. It was an enchanting and beautiful woman.

The dragonkin glanced at Whisley, then suddenly pressed her ears, muttered something, and flew away again into the night sky.

Stunned, Whisley watched her go and relaxed his shoulders.

“–Saved, huh…….?”

“Whisley. this is Hirsch.”

He responded to the radio.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, looks like you’re still alive! I want to hear some familiar voice that’s all! Are you done playing with that hot vampire yet? You’re the sexiest man in Fox, the woman’s worst enemy–“

“What do you want?”

“Oh, come on, Eriksen wants to see you.”

“Mjolnir?”

“……ah?–soon? Look, it’s starting”

The Fort is now buzzing with sirens.