Blood Warlock: Succubus Partner In The Apocalypse

A militant signaled and the shooting stopped immediately. Looking at the collapsed house turned into rubble covered by a thick cloud of dust rising into the night sky, he sneered:

“Heh… Although I don’t understand why Boss Du Meng ordered us to kill that girl and that brat, it really is a waste of ammunition and grenades.”

The amount of ammunition the four bosses had managed to obtain after raiding the local police station had been about twenty thousand rounds along with a few grenades. However, after the constant confrontation against the zombies and the constant raids in search of resources, the arsenal had been greatly reduced and now there were just over ten thousand rounds of ammunition.

After all, while it was true that zombies were slow and a shot in the head meant death, the militants were not soldiers with military training; they were just a random mafia gathering to fight.

It was absolutely and utterly impossible that the militants, most of whom had never fired a gun before, could hit every shot. In fact, 99% of the time the bullets missed their target or hit other parts of the zombies’ bodies and only 1% of the time did a bullet hit the brain accurately.

Therefore, the waste of ammunition was incredibly high. It was precisely for this reason that the militants did not understand why Du Meng had sent more than a dozen gunmen and even grenades to a little girl’s house.

Bang!

Suddenly, the dust burst open and rubble flew everywhere. The militants panicked and quickly raised their guns again, but all they saw was a sharp flash of light shining in the middle of the starless night.

The militant who had previously spoken felt his world spinning and was shocked to see his body standing headless with blood gushing from his neck. His life was completely over even before his head touched the ground.

Right behind the corpse, Bai Zemin was holding his immaculate Xuanyuan Sword in his right hand. In his embrace and resting on his left arm, little Luo Ning who was only nine years old was sleeping soundly like a little angel.

Even after the earlier shooting, the explosions of four grenades, and the collapse of the house, both Bai Zemin and Luo Ning were unscathed, and not even a fleck of dust had touched their bodies.

“How scumbag do you have to be to target a little girl?” his cold voice rang out in the middle of the night and his indifferent eyes were demon-like from the militants’ point of view.

A militant roared in fright and everyone began

relentlessly in the direction of the two young people. No militant seemed concerned about the little girl or even the young man who

body in a pool of blood reminded them of a possible fate

Swoosh!

Bai Zemin’s pocket and hovered over his head. Before the bullets could reach him, a thin yellow membrane surrounded him and consequently little Luo

Bang! Bang!

thin magic barrier and sparks flew everywhere. However, to the horror of the militants, all the bullets

grenades at such close range. However, it still had

as he fired with bloodshot eyes. When he exhausted his magazine, scared he began to

before he could change magazines, Bai

waist and his organs flew everywhere along with streams of hot blood. Because he had not yet died, the militant felt

It hurts! Kill me! Please kill me!”

ignored him and let him suffer until the last moment. His leg muscles swelled and with a loud ‘bang’ the ground beneath his feet exploded as he disappeared from his position and

from deep within his soul as he fell to the ground cut in two

“Monster!”

“Run away!”

don’t

just following

“Aaargh!”

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