Donnie took a step forward and came to John, grabbing his neck.
"Your sharpest weapons as vampires are your teeth, but you insist on using guns and cannons."
Donnie acted decisively, intercepting the vampires before they could kill him and restraining John. He was very fast, so fast that it surprised everyone!
John's eyes widened in disbelief. How could this cybernetic mutant possibly possess such superior physical fitness?! He opened his mouth and gurgled, but no words came out. The other vampires nervously pointed their guns at Donnie, ready to strike at any moment.
Several small Transformers were assembled and staring eagerly. Optimus Prime outside was also ready to use heavy weapons to kill at any time and bury these dirty creatures here completely.
"One last question. Why does Deacon want me to fight a vampire?" Donnie stared at the purebloods, gradually increasing his strength. He had no sympathy for these creatures who preyed on ordinary people. If possible, he would kill every one of them and eliminate a great enemy for the human race.
John's eyes became even more bloodshot. He had no idea that it was impossible for someone like Dicken to tell him the plan.
With a snap, Donnie snapped the pureblood's neck and proceeded to ruthlessly kill the other vampires as well! He rushed forward, a knife taking shape, and instantly chopped off a vampire's head. For vampires of these levels, severing their heads would kill them after a while.
The vampires shouted and fought back. Their master was dead. According to the style of the vampire world, they couldn't survive alone. Even if they went back, they would be executed!
Countless bullets hit Tony, but they were all blocked by the metal objects. The gangsters were not to be outdone and took the opportunity to resist, knocking several vampires to the ground.
"Don't let them bite you at close range!" Tony yelled. A vampire was hit in the vitals, but did not die immediately. Instead, he pulled off his mask and bit a nearby gang member.
People were horrified. They had clearly hit the enemy many times, but why was he still alive? They had never seen such an enemy before. Could they be mutants?
With a loud bang, Optimus Prime rushed in and used the Vulcan cannon to beat the last vampire into mud, leaving it no chance of survival.
In the chaos, Donnie killed the ordinary person who was bitten. As long as he hit the vital point in time before he turned into a vampire, he would still die.
"Who on earth is this person?"
This group of people were somewhat puzzled. This was too strange. He was clearly injured and bleeding, yet why did he still have such strong fighting power, coupled with his extraordinary skills...
"They are vampires. You are lucky not to be bitten." Donny dragged John's body to a small area where the sun was directly shining. John's body instantly burned and turned into ashes.
Everyone else was stunned. This counterintuitive scene overturned their common sense. For the first time, the door to a new world opened before their eyes.
Donny didn't pay much attention to them, but urged the old bartender to modify his motorcycle immediately. He needed a more reliable fighting force, not the old bartender who would hide and pretend to be dead every time he fought.
As he was leaving, the strong man was supported by someone and shouted to Donny that he would repay him one day.
Donnie laughed heartily, pretending not to hear and not responding. Of course, the gangs weren't good people, but they were still human beings at the very least. Killing a bunch of livestock to save a bunch of innocent people caught up in it was something Donnie didn't mind doing.
He has never been a good person, and he will never allow himself to be a good person. He just follows his own heart until he falls forever in the endless bloody battles in the future.
He, the mechanic Donnie, can walk in the light without any scruples, and can also run rampant in the darkness without any scruples.
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The Vampire Kingdom has existed in the world for thousands of years, a history comparable to that of humanity. Vampires exist only as long as humans.
For thousands of years,
Vampires and the major human forces have been engaged in a long war. Although most of them have been slaughtered, they always manage to get up again and start fighting again after growing stronger. This frequent cycle has lasted for too long, so long that it has annoyed some guys in the vampire kingdom.
Dicken looked like a handsome young man, with a pale face, straight features, and a thin build. The only difference was his narrow eyes, which flashed with an eerie light. He slammed his headphones on the table, his face expressionless, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.
John had his own monitoring equipment on him and heard everything. Donnie was more cunning than he had imagined, showing a wit that was unusual for his peers.
But it is just a clever trick, which does not make up for the overall situation. The trend of war between the two sides is inevitable.
"Dickon Frost." A waiter came in. "The council is asking you to come in. The council members have something to ask you."
Dicken sneered, stood up and walked away carelessly. His hair was messy, his shirt was open, and he looked sloppy. It seemed that he didn't take the Vampire Council seriously at all.
The waiter took it lightly; that was Dickon's way all the time, and he had every right to be.
The vampire parliament is too ancient, so ancient that it disgusts and repulses newcomers like Dickon.
The Vampire King has long been absent from public affairs, leaving most of the power in the hands of the Council. But this Council, to the new generation, is as rotten as flesh. The Council consists of only thirteen seats, each controlled by one of the thirteen traditional clans. This situation has persisted for thousands of years, long enough to anger and disgust many families.
He, Dickon Frost, grew up in this decadent era, with countless families, big and small, behind him, including the Thompson family. They followed Dickon and wanted to change their weak position. They wanted to participate in the parliament and drive out the thirteen clans.
The Speaker has been in a state of panic recently. Vampire hunters have intensified their efforts to suppress vampires. Many strongholds have been lost, a large number of vampires have been killed, and many blood banks have been destroyed, which has begun to affect the blood supply of the entire vampire kingdom.
It's not enough to just buy it from hospitals and the government. They don't have that much money and blood is very expensive.
The Speaker was annoyed. He yelled at Dickon who came in and asked him why he was provoking the mechanic.
"That damn mutant, Charles and Eric are behind him, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is also keeping an eye on him! Are you crazy? Provoking him at this time? We have lost too many people, and you still want to go to war with the mutant forces again?!" The Speaker slammed the table. He could not tolerate Deacon acting on his own without the permission of the parliament, which would bring them new crises.
Dickon sneered. This kind of argument had happened many times before, and he looked down on these old guys who were so hesitant.
"Humans are just food. We are creatures that feed on humans!" said Dicken.
The Speaker sneered, and so did the other members of parliament. They laughed at Dicken for knowing nothing and still being immersed in the heyday of vampires hundreds of years ago.
"Do you know how many vampires are left in the world right now?" the Speaker said coldly. "One million! There are billions of humans in the world, and with the rate at which we vampires reproduce, there are only barely one million left! You know nothing at all! This world is far crazier and more dangerous than you can imagine!"
Deacon was stunned for a moment. He was indeed a little stunned. From the moment he was transformed into a vampire, he had been immersed in the dream of vampire supremacy.
"There are too many races lurking in this world. They have been living in seclusion for many years, but any one of them can wipe us out, not to mention the situation where humans and mutants also join the war!" The Speaker said earnestly, but the guy in front of him was so young that he knew nothing.
"Why didn't you tell me? You should have told me long ago..." Dicken's face was gloomy. He had never been a good-tempered person. As cruel as he was, he had no idea how many of his own people he had killed.
"Because you have never been a pure-blood, but we are different. We are born pure-blooded, and we are born with the mission to fight for vampires." A council member suddenly spoke up. His words represented the views of this council. A hybrid who was born later in life was not qualified to participate in the upper echelons.
Dicken was furious. At that moment, he even thought about killing the congressman. Over the years, he had been suppressed and excluded by the parliament because of his acquired identity and had no right to participate.
In the end, Deacon sneered and said, "You will all pay the price," then turned and left. He really wanted to kill the parliament. The plan to create a god had been basically deciphered, and he had been waiting for the opportunity.
The footsteps faded away and the parliament fell silent again. Everyone had heard Dickon's threat but remained indifferent.
A member of the parliament looked at the speaker and asked, "Shouldn't we stop him? He seems to have deciphered something crucial. We don't know what it is, but we can definitely take it away."
"I know what it is. I've always known what it is," the Speaker said casually. "The things written on those human-skin cloths are recorded sporadically in my family's ancient books. They were merely used to create combat slaves for our ancestors in ancient times. Don't worry. We can seize them once he succeeds."
He also concealed many things from the other councilors. After all, there were conflicts and struggles among the Thirteen Clans. Although he didn't know the specifics of the slaves, based on what he knew, they were simply weapons of war. This information was definitely not recorded on the human skins. Even Dickon wouldn't know the nature of these weapons; the human skins only contained the manufacturing instructions.
According to records, in ancient times thousands of years ago, vampires had extremely terrifying enemies.
At that time, the vampire clan was being slaughtered one-sidedly and almost pushed to the brink of extinction. Even the ancestor Dracula was defeated and lost battle after battle. So Dracula created this biological weapon to fight against the terrible enemy and the army that followed him.
According to records, the terrible enemy seemed to be a mutant.
His name is Apocalypse.