Twelve massive stone tablets instantly activated, an ancient aura slowly emanating from them, and the entire ground seemed to begin to vibrate. These twelve stone tablets, of unknown origin, began to tremble at a strange frequency, ultimately achieving a strange pulsation that brought the altar to life!
Dicken raised his head and waved his arms like a madman performing a shamanic act. His subordinates also laughed crazily, cheering and jumping for joy. Their master had waited for too long, until this moment, everything was worth it. Their master Dicken would finally become a god. As recorded in those human-skinned cloths, he would become the god of the entire vampire clan!
"Finally! I've waited for this day! I will become the greatest god in the world!" Dicken's face was filled with arrogance. He tore off his coat, bare-chested, and shouted to the sky. He stared greedily at the drop of strange blood on the dome. It was crystal clear, just a small drop, but it seemed to have a magical power that attracted everyone's attention and made them stare at it intently.
A vampire stared at it, his manic mood spreading. He couldn't help it. The drop of blood seemed to whisper to him, guiding him to drink it. The vampire also went a little crazy. He roared and pounced forward, trying to push Dickon away and meet the drop of blood himself.
The other vampires subconsciously wanted to stop them, but strangely they all stopped. Each vampire had flickering eyes and hesitated, as if expecting something in their greedy eyes.
"How dare you blaspheme your own gods!"
Deacon was enraged. He grabbed the vampire's neck with ghostly speed and tore it in half with a little force. He looked at his subordinates around him with a fierce look, warning them not to disobey him.
The vampires all lowered their heads in fear, showing submission. At least on the surface, they showed submission. But behind those lowered heads, it was unclear what they were planning. At least the dark light in their eyes was wrong.
Dicken sneered. He'd made it from a half-blood to where he was today, having experienced every possible conspiracy and intrigue. He knew better than anyone what his once-loyal followers were thinking. Though these vampires had followed him for so long, no one could tell how many of them were motivated by profit and how many were pawns of a particular family. Betrayal was commonplace in Dicken's world.
Dickon himself constantly betrayed one noble master after another, discarding them like trash. Otherwise, how could he have reached this point today by relying on his half-blood identity? In the dark world of vampires, loyalty is the most unreliable and ridiculous thing.
The vampire families, big and small, were also convinced of Dickon's cruelty and ruthlessness. They were happy to send such a mad dog to the front to clear obstacles one after another for each family and eventually overthrow the entire parliament.
The parliament was overthrown, and Dicken, the mad dog, officially began to bite back. Each family was confident in themselves, and Dicken was even more confident in himself.
Each stone tablet has strange symbols on it. Originally, they looked like some mysterious graffiti, but as if stimulated by some indescribable force, they began to glow one after another. After an unknown number of thousand years, the words on these stone tablets were once again awakened by later generations. Dickon wanted to use these words and stone tablets to make his life form further and become a god without any weaknesses. He wanted to rule the world and become the god of all species in the world.
By that time, the human government, the mutant groups, and the secluded ancient races will all be his slaves.
Dickon is a crazy man. Members of the parliament once warned him not to underestimate the world, but Dickon did not take it to heart. Everything was no longer a problem after he became the Blood God.
A long life, endless power, an immortal body, with these, he will own the whole world.
Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!!
A roar like an ancient beast came out of Dicken's mouth.
His whole face was distorted, his whole person was distorted!
The shaking of the twelve square tablets became more and more intense, even causing a small earthquake. Countless dust fell, and many vampires at the scene showed expressions of horror. No one had expected that a pile of ancient stone tablets could have such terrible power!
The twelve square tablets emitted a dazzling light. The parliamentarians in front of each tablet seemed to be imprisoned by some terrifying force, and they screamed miserably one after another. An unknown force suddenly appeared in their bodies, devouring and exploiting everything!
Aaaaaahh ...
Miserable cries continued to be heard, and the bodies of each council member slowly dissipated under the horrified gazes of the onlookers! Their hollow pupils lost their life force, and each noble council member unconsciously opened his mouth wide, and under the piercing gaze of some vampires, a skeleton flew out!
A skeleton flew out of the mouth of each congressman!
"What the hell is this?!"
Some vampires failed to dodge in time and were hit by the aimlessly flying but incredibly fast skeletons. Soon, like the council members, their bodies disintegrated, even their bones were devoured, leaving nothing behind! The vampires panicked and only then remembered to dodge, but it was too late. No matter how fast they were, they could not outrun these strange skeletons!
The bodies of the twelve councillors were gone, leaving only skeletons as if they had come alive as evidence of their existence. These skeletons flew around like crazy, slaughtering a large number of vampires. After absorbing enough blood, they finally aimed at Deacon, who was standing in the center. They rushed towards Deacon and disappeared into his body.
Even someone as determined as Dicken couldn't help but let out a scream every time he burrowed into a skeleton. These skeletons carried the genes of ancient bloodlines and the memories of their vampire origins, all of which were now devoured by Dicken.
That drop of crystal clear blood had silently fallen on Dicken's forehead at some point. He neurotically smeared the blood all over his face, making him look even more arrogant.
All twelve skeletons were stuffed into Dicken's body. It was hard to imagine how Dicken's body could accommodate so many strange things. A gurgling sound came from Dicken's body, the sound gradually getting louder and louder, and finally it was deafening!
The surviving vampires knew that Dicken had succeeded. They expressed a mixture of relief and regret. They were relieved that they hadn't been devoured by those strange skeletons, but they also regretted that if they had acted more decisively and rushed forward, they might have evolved into the Blood God.
Dicken's body twisted and deformed, then began to recover, over and over again. Each time it twisted and recovered, his life essence changed a little.
"Where's Donnie? Where's that amazing mutant?!" Deacon's body seemed to have turned into a liquid covered in skin, constantly changing, making it difficult for him to walk and causing him to stumble. But this did not stop him. His face was distorted and he roared, "I want Donnie's blood! The Daywalker's blood is just a trigger. Only the blood of that amazing mutant can give me more!!"