The Underground Palace of New Jersey is a building that took Deacon Fiss nearly ten years to construct. It is located beneath the Upstart Real Estate Building.
Twelve huge obsidian pillars support the entire underground palace, where parchment scrolls symbolizing the Vampire Bible are placed in a certain order.
There is not only the scroll that Jason and his team had obtained before, but also nearly a hundred other scrolls, all collected by Deacon Fess over the years.
Deacon Firth has been waiting for this day for a long time. He is committed to changing the social structure of vampires and resolving the conflicts between new and old vampires.
He needed to tear open a hole in this old empire of rigid class structure and fill it with fresh blood.
In order to achieve this goal in this rigidly hierarchical society, he must make himself the highest-ranking vampire in the empire.
Dracula is still sleeping, the Twelve Elders are corrupt, it's time to establish a new order, otherwise the empire's demise is inevitable.
Today will be the day that marks the beginning of a new era, today will be a new age for vampires.
"Deacon Firth, you're not going to help!" Tianus was tied to an obsidian-carved stone tablet covered with mysterious magic circles.
Not only Tianus, but also the other eleven elders were kidnapped by Deacon Fess.
"Tianus, you don't understand. Vampires have reached the brink of life and death. Your old age and corruption have made this empire shaky." Deacon Fess said without raising his head, holding a vampire Bible.
"The hotbed of power nourishes your bodies, but also rots your souls. You have lost your fighting spirit."
"You don't understand, Deacon. Artificial plasma is almost a success. Vampires can stop sucking human blood." Tianus shouted loudly.
"The biggest conflict between us and humans is about to be resolved! With the resources we have now, we can develop a new vampire dynasty!"
"Stupid Tianus!" Deacon Firth interrupted Tianus harshly. "The conflict between us and humans is not as simple as sucking human blood."
"The fundamental reason is that we are vampires, not humans! You don't understand what our problem is."
"The Earth is small. It cannot accommodate two intelligent species sharing its resources. Look at those mutants. How these humans treat their own subspecies."
"Artificial plasma is very useful, but it is not a bargaining chip for humans. Only by overthrowing the rule of the human class can we show our magnanimity and keep some of the human race."
"Everything you do will only bring us into the abyss." Tianus knew that he could not change Deacon Fess's mind, so he said in despair.
"Your arrogance is disgusting," said Deacon Firth with disdain. "Come on, the Empire has supported you for so many years, it's time for you to pay back to the Empire!"
Deacon didn't waste time talking to Tianus. He walked towards the altar. Twelve obsidian-carved stone tablets bound twelve vampire elders.
The stone tablets were evenly distributed around the altar in a circle, with a diamond-shaped stone tablet in the center.
A mysterious and obscure speech came out from Deacon Firth's mouth. This was the oldest language of vampires. It was used to recite those ancient vampire bibles.
Strange characters emerged from those ancient parchments, and the bloody characters were constantly imprinted on the twelve obsidian tablets.
Bright red lines continued to spread on the stone tablet. Those bright red lines crawled on the stone tablet as if they had life, and finally extended towards the vampire elders who were tied to the stone tablet.
Tianus watched in despair as these bright red lines began to cover his body, starting from his fingertips and soles, and then continuing to spread and diffuse.
Finally extending to his brain, his entire body was covered with red lines, emitting a strange red color.
It would not be accurate to say that a strong pulling force was constantly tearing at his body. Perhaps we should use a more appropriate term.
This pulling force was tearing at his soul, the red energy forcibly stripping away his soul.
"You will definitely fail, Deacon Firth! This will be the stupidest thing you have ever done in your life!" Tianus let out a final roar, and then there was silence.
Because his soul had been extracted from his body, not only his, but also the souls of the other eleven vampire elders had been extracted.
Their souls were constantly compressed by the red lines, and finally formed a blood-red ball of light. Red lines began to spread under the foundations of the twelve black stone tablets.
This time they spread towards the diamond-shaped stone tablet in the middle.
It was getting closer and closer, the plan was about to succeed, and Deacon's confidant Quinn, who was watching the entire plan process, showed a look.
Deacon Firth has already felt this energy, which is the energy of the vampire blood god.
The red lines finally covered the entire diamond-shaped stele, and the souls of the twelve vampire elders were also teleported into the stele.
The black stone tablet emitted a dazzling red light, all the dreams, all the ideals. The new era of vampires, the era when half-blood vampires would no longer be exploited by pure-blood vampires, was finally coming.
When the red light reached its brightest point, it suddenly dimmed. Without any signs, the energy disappeared.
It was as if it had never appeared in this world, it was so abrupt. Deacon Fess felt as if a heavy punch had hit the air.
"No, no, Deacon! Look!" Quinn let out a shrill cry.
The parchment scroll containing the Vampire Bible seemed to be weathered in an instant, quickly dissipating and disappearing in the air.
The same was true of the obsidian steles and altars. It was as if they had never appeared in this world and disappeared without any warning.
"No~! There must be something wrong." Deacon Firth knew that something must have gone wrong with him. All the vampire bibles were corrupted.
Only the volume in his hand has not been weathered, and this volume is the one that Jason and his team got from the warehouse, then handed over to SHIELD and finally fell into Deacon's hands.
"No~No!!!" Deacon sat on the ground helplessly and roared angrily.
"Deacon! Get up and let's leave here. This must be a trap set by humans." After the initial shock, Quinn reacted the fastest. He pulled Deacon and wanted to leave.
"It's not a pity that we didn't get the power of the Blood God. At least we dealt with the Elder Council."
"We can control the empire by other means, but it will take more time. But we have to leave here first."
"I'm afraid we don't have a chance to leave." Deacon was a very smart man, he was already awake. In fact, he should have been alert when the vampire Bible appeared that the descendants of the ancient blood clan needed to be sacrificed.
But he didn't, maybe in his mind, killing the Presbyterian Church was also a must. But this was based on the success of his plan.
Now that the plan has failed and the twelve elders of the Council of Elders are dead, the empire will inevitably fall into a power vacuum. Is this their plan?
Maybe there are already human troops blocking the door, waiting for their deaths.
Just as Deacon was thinking this, a silver-white mithril arrow pierced through Quinn's head. Quinn, who had just been comforting Deacon, turned into a pile of ashes in an instant.
But Deacon had no time to grieve, because he was hit by another bullet, but this bullet was not made of mithril, but a special bullet that fired purifying serum.
The specially prepared purifying serum by Janelne has been injected into Deacon's body. The serum continues to destroy the original vampire genes in his body, purifying and transforming them, and converting them into human genes again.
The process was extremely painful, and Deacon Firth twitched weakly on the ground.
"Give him a shot of sedative." When Deacon Firth completed the transformation, two SHIELD agents walked out of the darkness.
They gave Deacon a strong tranquilizer, since there would be trouble with Deacon Firth in the days ahead, and it was not clear whether it would be caused by his death or by his life.
Well, Nick Fury has already decided to let Deacon become a half-dead being.
At this moment in the United States, not only in New Jersey, but also in various big vampire bosses controlled by SHIELD, similar situations have occurred.
Since vampires control a large amount of human industries, killing them will cause economic shock, so just transform them all into humans.
At the same time, the new bill "Special Management Law for Vampire Race" submitted by Security Council member Brenor has been officially placed on the president's desk.
"Mr. President, everything is going smoothly as planned." The intelligence officer reported to the president.
"In that case, let's sweep this race into the dustbin of history," said the president, picking up the newly drafted bill and signing it with his signature representing the highest power of the country.
The vampire empire finally entered the countdown to destruction.
Overturned tool box, lost a nail. Lost a nail, nailed a broken horseshoe. Broken horseshoe, injured a warhorse. Injured warhorse, killed a knight. Killed a knight, lost a war. Lost a war, destroyed an empire.
If Jason hadn't met Frank, these things might not have happened at all.
Jason would not be hunted down by the Stanich family, would not run into Frank, and would not team up with Frank and Peter to destroy the Stanich family's warehouse on the Hudson River.
The Bible would not have been discovered and the killing of vampires would not have begun, and the subsequent blood farm attack would not have happened.
SHIELD would not be involved in this matter, Mike, who should have died, would not be saved by Jason, and Janelne would not have developed the reversal purification serum.
Nor would Deacon Firth have ignored the Bible in order to speed up the pace of reform and integration, leading to the prelude to the fall of the vampire empire today.
Perhaps the demise of the vampire empire was inevitable, but it would never come so quickly or so tragically. The empire was wiped out instantly by humans before it was even prepared.
One by one, like a precision machine wound up, as long as the switch is pressed, it will move towards the preset goal.
Just like the first domino being pushed, as the past dominoes fall, they will push the future dominoes to continue falling until all the futures are gone.
The world begins with small people and the world ends with small people.
Thunderstorms are still raging over the greater New York area, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
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