The commissioner and the important members of the Suez Canal Company, who were trapped in the reception room, looked at each other. The guards protecting them suddenly became violent. The most frightening thing was the two arrows that were shot from tricky angles. The speed and sharpness of the arrows made Chen Ang suddenly feel a sense of vigilance. He pressed his right hand on his waist, and a translucent silver fan with a radius as long as a sword flashed by.
The two arrows were split in half from the middle, and they fell to the ground.
At this time, the silver sword light in the air dissipated, and the British finally saw the weapon in Chen Ang's right hand. It was a flexible sword that could even be wrapped around the waist. The sword light was as clear as water, and the sword body was tough. It was straight and shiny in Chen Ang's hand. No one could imagine that this sword was just wrapped around Chen Ang's waist with a relatively large curve.
"English longbowmen!" Chen Ang looked at the two British soldiers behind the commissioner. The purple wood longbows in their hands revealed their identity. This kind of strange body with an extremely strong upper body and deformed chest and back bones reminded people of the English longbowmen before the British Industrial Revolution. They fought against the invasion and made the invaders of the European continent tremble with fear.
But Chen Ang did not expect that this kind of ancient soldier was still preserved by the British in today's era of hot and cold weapons.
At this time, the two British soldiers who rushed out of the reception room had already arrived in front of Chen Ang. Although they were wearing the British military uniform, their yellow skin and the distinctive characteristics of the highlanders all showed that these soldiers were not British. In their hands, the strange weapons that looked like dog legs showed their identity. These people holding Nepalese scimitars were the Gurkha warriors who had once dealt a huge blow to the British army.
After the British conquered the Gurkhas, they hired a large number of these Gurkha warriors who were good at fighting to participate in suppressing the uprising against colonial rule in India. The Gurkha warriors were disciplined, brave, and good at fighting. The physique of the highlanders made them tough. They believed in Hinduism and advocated ascetic rituals, which gave them a strong will to endure pain.
The two scimitars mercilessly slashed at Chen Ang's vital points. These Gurkha warriors had extremely high pain tolerance, and their reaction to pain was almost slow. They were skilled in martial arts, and most importantly, they were not afraid of death. They were often willing to die together with the enemy. These two Gurkha warriors were the best of the best.
After some mysterious Hindu rituals, they were proficient in yoga, and their bodies were abnormally agile. They also had extraordinary strength. Their strength was no less than that of the vampires. Of course, if the two sides fought head-on, the final victory would be the vampires because the vampires had an almost immortal recovery ability.
And the Gurkha warriors were still human.
The long sword in Chen Ang's hand bent slightly under his control. The blade drew a curve, accumulating elastic kinetic energy. The tip of the sword swayed with the curve of the blade. In Chen Ang's hand, this extremely difficult to use weapon was as flexible as a vicious poisonous snake. In the time that Chen Ang took a step forward, he had cut a deep wound on the wrists of the two Gurkha warriors. The wound was so deep that the bone could be seen.
The scimitars could no longer control their momentum and flew out of the hands of the Gurkha warriors.
The sword flashed again, and the two men's faces were cut by the tip of the sword. The wound swept past their eyes and cut the eyeballs under the eyelids in half.
"Ah!" The Gurkha warriors clenched their teeth and endured the sharp pain in their eyes. They still wanted to fight, but Chen Ang had already passed them. The vampires behind him quickly dragged the two who had lost their sight away. At this time, Chen Ang was only five steps away from the British commissioner. He stepped forward with his sword in hand, and the long sword in his hand was pulled out like a dragon from his sleeve. He casually stabbed a British soldier who came to stop him.
A black-robed clergyman next to the British commissioner pressed one hand on the Bible and hurriedly chanted Latin scriptures. He turned the front of the cross to Chen Ang. The cross was made of gold and inlaid with gems. It emitted a bright holy light. The vampire behind Chen Ang let out a muffled groan. His skin that was exposed to the holy light seemed to be burned. Large pieces of skin fell off and were charred.
The other three barefoot black soldiers quickly rushed forward. These Masai warriors were hired by the British from the most warlike tribe in Africa. They were tall and unusually strong, and the spears in their hands were unusually flexible. The three of them cooperated seamlessly, sometimes attacking separately, sometimes attacking together, some luring the enemy, and some fighting back. The three of them seemed to have merged into one, and it was difficult to defend against them.
If it was a vampires standing here, when they were suddenly attacked by the holy light, even if it was Hong Fan, he would be at a great disadvantage.
Unfortunately, it was not Hong Fan standing here.
Chen Ang reached down with his left hand, and a silver P229 fell into his palm. The long sword in his right hand moved along with his wrist, and the edge of the blade trembled like a flower, but there was a hidden sharpness hidden in it. He could always stab the enemy's vital parts in an unhurried manner. At the same time, his left hand fired continuously, calmly killing the two longbowmen who posed a threat behind him.
He did not stop walking, killing everything in his way, leaving a ground full of corpses, until he arrived in front of the British commissioner.
At this time, the vampires at the back who were blinded by the holy light had also recovered. They absorbed the blood of the people around them and quickly recovered. Several people had already followed Chen Ang in. The clergyman in black wanted to resist, and the cross in his hand was preparing a fierce counterattack, but his neck was slit by Chen Ang.
The blood from his neck touched the body of a black-clothed vampire behind Chen Ang, causing him to go berserk. He roared and pounced into the center of the reception room. The expression of the important personnel of Suez in the middle changed drastically, and they tried to stop him with a series of shots, but he was as fast as the wind. In the blink of an eye, he appeared next to them and grabbed the necks of two of them. His fingernails that carried blood energy had already pierced into their arteries.
Seeing that Chen Ang was already standing in front of him, the British commissioner hurriedly shouted, "You can't kill me! I'm a hereditary baron of Great Britain. If you kill me, you'll be in big trouble even if you're a vampire. As long as you let me go, I'll tell you everything about the Empire!"
Chen Ang's expression was indifferent. "No need, we'll get it ourselves!"
He stepped aside, and the vampire baron behind him suddenly looked up from his hood. His pale face gave him a unique evil aura, but the British commissioner obviously recognized him. He screamed in horror like a little girl, "Wingate! The former commissioner of Egypt, Wingate! "
His voice was filled with fear and a hint of surprise. Since Wingate had been transformed into a member of the Blood Clan, it proved that his fate was probably the same. Although he would lose a lot of power and benefits after being transformed into a member of the Blood Clan, at least he would be able to live and enjoy eternal life.
Therefore, when Wingate bit his throat, he did not have the slightest intention of resisting.
Very soon, the commissioner turned into a dry corpse and was thrown to the ground by Wingate like garbage. Wingate knelt on the ground and reported, "Master, I've read his memory and know the British plan."
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