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.

F-Fire!” A militant roared in fright and everyone

the Type 79 submachine guns spat bullet after bullet relentlessly in the direction of the two young people. No militant seemed concerned about the little girl or even the young man who was old enough to be the son of some of them. To survive such an earlier assault, it was obvious that the

militant’s head and body in a pool of blood reminded them

Swoosh!

pocket and hovered over his head. Before the bullets could reach him,

Bang! Bang!

of the militants, all the bullets were easily repelled and the

at such close range. However, it still had enough power to withstand normal bullets

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

change magazines, Bai Zemin appeared

cut off at the waist and his organs flew everywhere along with streams of hot blood. Because he had not

me! Please kill me!”

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 appeared in front of another militant,

come from deep within his soul as he fell

“Monster!”

“Run away!”

don’t

just following orders

“Aaargh!”

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