Dimensional Eroders

　　Wen Fugui is the type of five that, even after evolving into a vampire, is still cautiously looking forward and backward.

When Bailang rushed to London before dawn, he successfully galloped all the way to London and chose a hotel to rest; Wen Fugui just took Dior's head and found a safe place in London, settled down temporarily, and considered his next plan. .

　　 Excluding the inability to move during the day, Dior only has one more night time for action than the White Waves, and there is no advantage. Let alone what the more frustrated the more courageous? Ultimate evolution? Green firewood?

　　 He doesn't even have a suitable body now, and his heart is full of fear and anxiety. He can't wait to escape from London and far away from the dangerous Britain. No matter which country he goes to, he can bear it even if he goes to India to eat curry with his left hand.

　　 He has been frightened by Bailang.

　　...

　　 In just one night, I didn't breathe two mouthfuls of warm and rich blood, and my body lacked ‘life energy’. Even if he has evolved, he is still the younger brother of the vampire.

　　 He took Dior's head and hid in a tavern. After hesitating for a long time, he successfully attacked and killed two staff members and gave the blood to Dior, who was more determined, bold and charming than him.

In the end, after repeated pondering and selection, Dior had to give priority to eliminating the fat and dull boss, the shriveled bartender, a bad old man, and a small worker with a bad body, but he chose the last one that was clean and healthy. , Connect the head.

　　 But, this feels too weak! Not even half of his original body!

Up to this moment, he still remembers Jonathan’s young, strong, burly, energetic, and perfect body: "Half a step is half a step! I can get the most perfect body of the Josda family and become one with me. , Never separate from now on!"

　　 Dior, who has acquired a new frail body, looks terrifying, but weak, helpless, and pitiful.

　　 After resurrecting the four corpses as "zombies", they continued to pretend to be a normal tavern, but did not attract the attention of the locals.

　　...

　　 Leaning against the bar, Dior looked at the gloomy lead cloud outside the window, with an unspeakable sense of urgency in his heart. He doesn't know this kind of weather, is it a sign of some kind of ignorance? Or is it a chance for him to escape from heaven?

　　 Revenge on Altland? He didn't dare to think about it anymore. When the opponent was still a human, he almost died. Now that the monster has become the same vampire as himself, Dior consciously is not an opponent no matter what.

　　 At the beginning, he had a golden lineup of two sword saints, twelve garter knights, and three thousand corpses. And now, he has only four old, weak, sick and disabled employees, and one Wen Fugui who is more than successful.

　　 Thinking of this, he felt hopeless and helpless.

　　 can only escape!

　　 fled to Europe, where there are countless famous heroes and heroes in history waiting for his recovery. The British warriors are too scarce, they are all **** snacks. He no longer believes that the history written by the British is a whitewashing and exaggeration. He needs to lie dormant for a while, then rise again and make a comeback.

　　 "Wen Fugui, I give you a task to investigate the ships leaving London. I want to go to France. The sooner the better, the better to leave tonight." Dior made up his mind and said goodbye to the homeland where he was born and raised.

　　 "Yes, my master."

　　 Double-faced ace spy Wen Fugui looked at the dark clouds and rushed out the door.

　　 He will never give up the tasks given by Dior. He must complete it 100%, but he also does not intend to go against the will of Bailang. He will write all of this on paper and stay in the agreed apartment at ‘125 Kings Road’.

　　This is his philosophy of life as a dog.

　　 After Wen Fugui left, Dior was not idle either. Although he was frustrated, decadent, and frightened, he was still the king of darkness, with good methods and brains. In order to escape better and faster, he could not sit and wait for death, but actively acted to fight for himself as much as possible.

　　...

　　 "It's cloudy? It's great!" The white waves resting in the hotel for a while, found that there is no sun in London today, and they are in a good mood. Then he rushed to the police station, found the little police officer, and then saw the senior police inspector.

　　 "Mr. Altland, why have you disappeared for a while?" the other party asked dissatisfiedly.

“I recently lived in the Josta family’s manor and settled a case in which an adopted son tried to seize the property, and was implicated in a more terrible tragedy. I have never had time to return to London. For specific reasons, you can ask Mr. George or the local Police officer. And I have solved the Ripper's case. Although you may not believe it, he was really dealt with by me. Here, this is the tool he used to commit crimes..."

　　 Bai Lang was full of confidence at this time, not guilty at all, and took out the pair of ‘blue razors’ for the other side to watch.

　　Perhaps due to the killing of a group of famous knights in history, Bai Lang is not only full of sullen power at this time, but also mixed with the vampire's sense of oppression and the confidence brought by powerful strength.

　　 "Well, I will investigate and verify. But you don't have sufficient evidence. We don't approve of the Ripper's case."

　　 Bai Lang nodded: "You are right, I am not here for this."

　　 "Then what is your reason for coming this time?"

　　 "Has there been a large-scale mysterious death in London recently? For example, the blood of the dead is sucked out? The dead come back to life and perish in the sun? Or is the tomb of an ancient nobleman stolen?"

　　 Hearing this, the sheriff's face was uncertain, and he eagerly asked: "What do you know?"

Bailang deliberately alarmist, mysteriously said: "I know that the culprit of all this has returned and returned to London. He has revived the heroes in history, the twelve garter knights. A new feast of death is about to be brought. The previous consequences. It has been brewing for a while. At this time, the nobility and the royal family are very dissatisfied, right? This is an opportunity. If you can catch the murderer, you will have the friendship of the whole London, from the noble to the royal family..."

　　 "Well, let's go to the office and talk. I have a bottle of cognac here. You will love it."

　　...

　　 Bailang wasted two hours in the police inspector's office, and finally barely gained trust. Soon someone blocked the dock area and began to search one by one, causing panic.

　　 Wen Fugui also received the news. On the one hand, he marveled at the fact that Bai Lang covered the sky with only one hand, and his efficiency was so high; on the other side, he silently completed the tasks at both ends, leaving Brother Lang with information, and brought bad news to Dior.

　　 "The lingering fellow! Do you think that I will easily give in by doing this? Do you think that if you block the dock, you can find me out? It's a dream!"

　　 Dior is not idle this morning either. His current subordinates have a few more guards armed with guns. Although it is impossible to restore the grand occasion of the 12 Dark Knights of the Round Table, what is there to be afraid of when the inside and outside are combined, and the isolation is blocked?

　　 Today, Britain’s GDP accounts for 80% of the earth. Although the problem of gold everywhere has not been completely improved, it is a veritable sun never set (passed), the center of the world, the overlord of the earth, and the city of true gold.

　　 Ocean trade is even more important. Police investigations can't stop the power of capital either. Every day cargo ships leave the port, and Dior can easily get in with any cargo ship and escape.

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　　 Bailang doesn't know what method Dior will use? But he knew that the actions of the police can only cause interference, delay the other party's plan, and absolutely cannot catch Dior. So you must take advantage of this last time to intercept, catch, and burn the opponent! Otherwise, this main mission will only end in failure.

　　 So he went to the Brompton Cemetery area according to the information provided by Wen Fugui, without gaining anything.

　　 In the afternoon, he found the apartment, and in a dusty room, he saw the letter left by Wen Fugui, and finally smiled at the corner of his mouth.

　　...

　　 In the evening, the sky is dark and gloomy, and raindrops are floating in the air.

The rainy season in October is very cold, and the streets are sparsely crowded. Bailang wears a black windbreaker, steps on spur boots, and a hat. In the light of the drizzle, he stepped on the street with loud footsteps and walked towards the pub. go with.

　　 Push the door and enter~www.NovelMTL.com~ The room is noisy and there are many guests. The smell of alcohol and tobacco are mixed together, which is very unpleasant; the sound of playing cards, teasing, and laughter is noisy.

　　 Relying on the vampire's ability to sense, apart from the ‘heat source’ on the seat, the few bartenders and bartenders are cold, like walking corpses. Ordinary people may be difficult to find, but they can't hide from Bailang.

When 　　 looked around, an inquiring voice came in his ear: "Sir, what would you like to order? Warm up with a glass of whiskey? Or brandy or rum?"

　　 "A glass of brandy!" Throwing a shilling on the table, Bai Lang shook his long legs and sat on a high stool. Leaning against the bar, he turned his upper body back and looked at the tavern carefully.

　　 Finally, he showed an extremely strange and playful smile on his face, staring at a figure with his head down and sweeping the floor.

　　 "Come here!"

　　 Brother Lang looked at the shadow that was bending down to sweep the floor, and suddenly spoke. However, if the other party didn't hear about it, he continued to clean it carefully.

　　 "Sir, Mary has a problem with her brain..."

"Come here!" As he said, Bai Lang threw a handful of coins in front of him, and then patted the revolver on the table. The scene fell silent for an instant, and everyone came over and watched how Bai Lang bullied and molested a young man. Mentally retarded blonde maid.

　　 "...over...come!"

　　 The girl who lowered her head and swept the floor trembled, strode hard, and walked over.

　　 Bai Lang stretched out his hand, raised his opponent's chin, and looked at the beautiful and charming face, and the big drooping bangs, exclaimed: "I was almost fooled by you, my Mary Brandy girl!"

　　 This really beautiful girl in front of me is actually "Mary Dior Brandy" who has not survived more than a day!

　　? ToBeContinued……Recommended ticket