The hood was roughly ripped off, nearly breaking Tony Stark's neck. In the glare, Tony forced his eyes open, but it was still difficult to adjust. He strained to see the faces of his captors. Who were they? How many people in America, or even the world, would dare to kidnap him? He, Tony Stark, was the pride of the world, admired by countless people. Who could possibly be so brazen as to attack him?
As the sole heir to the Stark family, Tony controlled the trillion-dollar Stark Group. He'd been known as a genius since childhood, and had been accustomed to a life of luxury. Even when he was researching weapons and missiles, he had a team of employees and his artificial intelligence to help him handle the heavy work. When had this proud playboy ever suffered such a loss as he did today?
He'd actually been kidnapped! He'd finally gotten out and let loose once, and this was what happened!
It's not that no one has tried to attack him over the years, but he was always safe every time. Today's situation is the first time in his life that has ever happened.
Tony was very proud. Even if he was kidnapped, the kidnapper was only after money or technology, nothing else. He was just a giant arms dealer.
Before his eyes had time to adjust, he took the initiative to speak: "What do you want? Money? I'm just an ordinary person. You definitely kidnapped the wrong person. In fact, I think this is a misunderstanding..."
Before he could finish his words, a heavy punch hit his stomach. Tony could not bear it at all. He knelt on the ground in pain. His whole body felt like it was falling apart, and he had no feeling in his stomach at all.
Under the dim light, Deacon grabbed Tony's hair and pulled his head towards him, looking disdainfully at this man who was considered a child of destiny. What could this man, a man of superiority, do? He was still like an ant in his hands. He could strangle this weakling to death at any time if he wanted to.
But Deacon wouldn't do that; it wouldn't suit his purpose. Tony Stark, that idiot, had come to his doorstep, showing off his power on his turf. Didn't this idiot even investigate the local situation before he went out?
Tony's appearance was a pure surprise. Deacon was originally waiting for Blade and Donny here, but he saw Tony first, so he suddenly decided to order his men to bring him over.
"Tony Stark, you sell all kinds of high-tech weapons unscrupulously, causing many vampires to be killed by your weapons. You are a genius, but also a fool. How do you settle this account?" Deacon smoked a cigarette and looked at Tony as if he were an animal.
"People actually praise me for my apparent wisdom," Tony said. Then, Dickon punched him again, knocking him to the ground. He couldn't get up for a long time. He coughed in pain, nearly choking. The punch was so heavy, and after just two punches, he felt like he was about to be killed.
Tony has been hanging out with all kinds of women for years, and his body has been hollowed out. It is impossible for him to withstand the punches from vampires.
A nearby vampire stepped forward to persuade Deacon that Tony's status was noble, and rashly killing him would inevitably lead to vengeance from the human camp. Tony Stark was a symbolic calling card for humanity, a synonym for genius and wealth. Tony could be killed by others, but not by the hands of a vampire. This was undoubtedly a declaration of war.
Deacon puffed out smoke, looked at the smoke drifting in the air, and took a deep breath. The aroma of the smoke intoxicated him, and he was even more obsessed with ravaging a high-level human like Tony. This was the crushing and contempt of the lower level of the food chain from the upper level.
Tony lay on the ground, gasping silently with his mouth open. He really felt like he was going to die.
A member of the Hag clan came up and whispered in Dicken's ear, "Boss, our people have already captured the councilors of the other twelve clans, but we've also lost a lot of men. Once the news spreads, the entire vampire kingdom will be in turmoil, and it might even alarm the king."
Dicken's eyelids twitched subconsciously.
The vampire king... that guy who has lived for who knows how many years, doesn't care about government affairs at all. He has thrown all the power to the parliament. He hides himself away and studies something unknown.
Dickon had never seen the Vampire King, but had only heard bits and pieces of rumors about him. He was said to be a cunning man, but he was old and frail, and he was only a king in name only, and never interfered with the decisions of the Vampire Council.
But in fact, the parliament had a great fear of this irresponsible king, and no one knew why.
"Then escort those twelve noble purebloods to the altar and sacrifice them as offerings for my deification."
Dicken gave the order, throwing away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand with a somewhat sinister smile. He had waited a long time for this opportunity, and only today did he get his wish come true.
As for why there were twelve clans, and what about the Speaker? Hahaha… Dicken had thrown that Speaker onto the seashore not long ago, where he burned to death in the rising sun.
The entire parliament was purged by the countless families, big and small, led by him. From today on, there will no longer be such a ridiculous and corrupt institution as the parliament. Only he, Dickon Frost, is the only actual ruler of the vampire world today.
As for that king… Dicken frowned, ultimately deciding against it. The Parliament hadn't dared to act for years, so there was no need for him to get involved. Becoming the Blood God, he could walk freely under the sun, the whole world his own. Why would he still care about a king who was about to die of old age?
Tony finally recovered and could barely hear some of the conversation between Deacon and his men. He finally knew who had kidnapped him.
It's a vampire, it's actually a vampire.
Tony shuddered violently. At this moment, an unconcealable fear rose in his mind. His whole body began to tremble slightly, and the trembling became more and more intense.
If a vampire bite didn't result in an injection of anti-venom in time, the person would be permanently transformed into a vampire, with no way back. Where would he get the anti-venom now? Who would carry that kind of stuff besides a few vampire hunters?
Now that he'd been bitten, what was he supposed to do? Would he live a humble life as a vampire, shunning sunlight and garlic, and regularly feeding on human blood? What a tragic joke! Tony Stark, the proud son of humanity, had become a vampire who preyed on humans! What would his friend Rhodes think of him? What would Pepper Potts think of him? What would his beloved uncle, Obadiah, his closest elder, think of him?
It would be better to just die.
"Let's spare the life of this fool genius for now. Send someone to negotiate with Obadiah and tell him that if he wants to get Tony Stark back, he should immediately hand over $100 billion and a large number of the most advanced weapons. Let's see what that guy wants to choose." Deacon looked at the terrified Tony, smiled contemptuously, opened his mouth and bit him hard.
Tony let out a desperate scream, a final wail. His pupils, once brimming with color, gradually grew numb, his mind buzzing and blank. He had been bitten, bitten by these vampire creatures. Everything was over. He would never again be human. He would be infected, a vampire ensconced in the darkness, and all light would be gone forever.
At this moment, Tony really wanted to die.
Dicken is very arrogant. He is about to become the Blood God and regards all humans as food. He doesn't care about anything. He is just playing around, so how could he really take it to heart.
Suddenly, a series of shrill screams could be heard faintly from above. The sound was clearly abnormal, penetrating the floors and reaching underground. Many vampires subconsciously raised their heads to look at the ceiling.
Tony twitched, and something called hope reappeared in his eyes. Vampire hunters! They must be vampire hunters! They specialize in killing vampires, so they must carry anti-venom serum with them! Hang in there, maybe there's hope!
Deacon calmly put on his coat. If nothing unexpected happened, the attacker was either Blade or Tony. It was possible that the two guys had gotten together. After all, it was almost time for both guys to arrive in Ocean City.
He needs these two people. He needs some sacrifices and rituals to become the Blood God. It is true that he needs the blood of the Daywalker, but he needs Donnie's more!
"That magical mutant finally showed up at my doorstep..." Deacon muttered to himself greedily.