Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

Chapter 134 Fierce Battle

His thoughts were like lightning, and Kahn wrote 'Kahn Williams' on the parchment smoothly.

When the last letter was completed, the parchment on the table instantly ignited without fire and disappeared between heaven and earth.

At the same time, with his mental strength far exceeding that of ordinary people and even ordinary vampires, he faintly noticed an invisible force falling on his body.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Catherine's face became brighter: "Without further ado, let's go."

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On a sparsely populated road, a white Cayenne was speeding towards its destination, the 'Portland National Forest' northwest of downtown Portland.

Through markers found in Portland, Mason confirmed the location of the group of Nordic werewolves.

Glancing at the blond werewolf in the back seat, Kahn asked casually: "How strong are those werewolves? Especially their king?"

"When I left, there were only about 50 people in the tribe. A lot of them fell into our hands last night. There should be less than 40 people left now."

After pondering for a while, Mason said truthfully: "As for Adams' strength, he is only slightly better than Brady.

If you compare it with vampires, it should be about the same as a vampire viscount. "

"Is that so."

Kahn nodded and stepped on the accelerator.

If it were just a vampire viscount, that would be nothing to worry about.

Still, be careful.

The Portland National Forest is only seven or eight kilometers away from the city. Thanks to Kahn's superb posture skills, he arrived at his destination in less than 3 minutes.

He parked the car next to the road and took out a black backpack that looked like a golf bag from the trunk. Kahn looked at Erwuzi who had just got out of the car and said, "Lead the way."

Hearing this commanding tone, Mason was extremely unhappy, but after seeing the stunning beauty of his goddess, the hatred and frustration in his heart were instantly suppressed.

Then, using his nose that was more sensitive than a dog, he searched for the special smell in the air and took the lead into the forest.

After walking four or five kilometers, when they came to a small hill, the blond werewolf suddenly stopped.

Looking at the long line of more than 20 RVs on the flat land in the distance, Mason explained: "Those are the homes of Adams and his family."

"In order to avoid being caught by you vampires, Adams has been leading the pack to travel in various regions of the United States and Canada in an RV."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sharp-eyed Isobel saw small dots jumping out of the RVs and gathering in their direction: "Did you find us?"

"Although their strength is not that good, I would be surprised if they haven't sensed the mark of revenge on us since they are so close."

Mason shrugged, matter-of-factly.

In order to scare that guy, he said that the distance they could sense the mark of revenge was up to five hundred kilometers, which only the legendary ancestor could do.

In fact, most Nordic werewolves have a sensing range of only a few kilometers.

"Watch your surroundings and don't let them escape."

After leaving a word, Kahn turned into a black shadow and rushed towards the convoy.

Seeing this, the other three people also divided into three directions and headed towards the group of werewolves.

However, Catherine and the others had no intention of actively participating in the war, just to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.

Sensing the clear mark of revenge on the black shadow, the half-wolf werewolves instantly became red-eyed and drew their guns without hesitation.

'Da da da -' Bang!boom!boom! '...

For a moment, gunshots filled the sky and birds flew everywhere.

Fortunately, most of these werewolves used pistols, and rifles and submachine guns only accounted for a very small part.

It was impossible to form absolute fire suppression on Kahn, leaving him with ample room to escape.

However, Kahn has no plans to fight with the opponent for the time being.

After dodging the bullets that were fired at him, he took out a grenade launcher from his back and circled around the station where the werewolves were located.

Every 50 meters it passed, Kahn would pull the trigger, and a cylindrical warhead the size of a can would fly out from the muzzle.

After landing, the expected explosion and flames did not appear. Instead, the cylindrical warheads began to spin rapidly on the mud like tops.

Thick, acrid white smoke was continuously released, instantly filling the forest within 50 meters.

When the white smoke entered his nose, the werewolf began to cough violently, his pupils also felt the stinging pain as if struggling, and he choked out snot and tears.

The werewolves who reacted quickly were the first to identify the white smoke, and reminded them sharply: "It's aconite grass!"

As a vampire viscount with both good looks and intelligence, Kahn is not a reckless man like the Hammer God.

Now that you know who your enemy is in advance, you must make targeted preparations in advance to minimize the possibility of capsizing.

After receiving the reminder, the werewolves immediately covered their mouths and noses. The smarter one rushed directly back to his RV, found a towel, wet it, and covered his mouth and nose.

But before they could return, a dark figure wearing a gas mask rushed into the battlefield.

'Da da da--! ''boom!boom!boom! '...

Sensing the traces of the enemy, the remaining werewolves in the field pulled the trigger again.

However, aconite smoke not only affects their vision, but also weakens their sense of smell and hearing.

Unable to lock on to the enemy's position as before, the shooting accuracy was greatly reduced, and there were even instances of beating teammates.

Moreover, the effects of aconite smoke are not as simple as they seem.

After inhaling a certain amount, the strength and speed of the werewolves are weakened to a certain extent, and the loss of physical strength is also accelerated.

The strength of this group of ordinary werewolves was far inferior to Kahn, and after being weakened, they became even more vulnerable.

Kahn didn't even use the death knell. With just the long sword in his hand, he walked through the battlefield and took away the lives of more than ten werewolves.

Suddenly, a figure with a wet towel tied around his face jumped out of the RV next to him and rushed straight into the shadow that happened to be in front of him.

But what awaited the werewolf was a silver-white sword stained with blood.

'Pfft! '

Shaking off the body hanging on the sword, Kahn was about to continue to draw the next 'lucky' audience, but his figure suddenly stagnated and turned towards the most luxurious white RV.

"Death to me!"

Accompanied by a roaring roar, a large hole was instantly opened in the side of the luxury car, and a werewolf that was more than two meters tall and whose transformation into a wolf was obviously deeper than other werewolves jumped out.

Wielding the giant ax as big as a millstone in his hand, he attacked the enemy who had massacred dozens of his own people.

Faced with this blow that could break mountains and crack rocks, Kahn was unwilling to take a hard hit and retreated quickly.