Tony munched on his cheeseburger and felt like he was alive again.
Tony Stark was a man of high arrogance, and his greatest characteristic was his refusal to admit defeat. Whether it was out of pride or arrogance, Tony was not one to give in easily. He raised his collar, perfectly protecting his neck.
A large group of people surrounded him, asking about his well-being, worried about what had happened to this proud young man. The officer glared at Donny in a servile manner, expressing his loyalty and closeness to Tony.
To the military, Tony is a real tycoon, relying on the Stark Group to sell them various high-tech weapons every year.
"Mr. Stark, I heard that your latest Jericho missile has been successfully developed?"
"I understand what you mean, but you have to let someone higher up talk to me." Tony ate his burger and spoke incoherently.
Donnie wanted this unit to stay and help cleanse the vampires, but was arrogantly rejected: "Our order is to rescue Mr. Stark, and we have not received any order to assist you."
Before getting on the helicopter, Tony asked Donny and others to help him kill more of those ghosts. He had never suffered such a big loss in all these years. If Donny had not arrived in time, he would have become a vampire long ago. This hatred was too great.
As you can imagine, when this news reached the higher-ups, it was a truly earth-shattering event. The vampires, disregarding the rules and attacking the higher-ups, had already crossed the line, and bloody retaliation was necessary. Over the years, the human camp had been no pushover, and they were unequivocal in their attacks on the vampires.
Blade and Whistler were a little fed up. With such a big fanfare, their base was exposed, and they were forced to find a new place. No surprise, it would be an abandoned factory or an abandoned building.
"Don't worry. With Tony as our rich dog owner, why do we have to hide in this poor and remote place? It would be more efficient to buy a building and publicly recruit a group of strong hunters." Donnie suggested.
Blade grinned, "That's true."
The group began planning a cleansing of the Golden Beach area. Dicken was too formidable a figure, and they had to kill him once and for all. Donnie also shared his knowledge of the Blood God with them; the more information they had, the better their chances of success.
"To create something like the Blood God, you need the blood of a Daywalker. First, you have to make sure the blade can't be caught by the enemy."
Blade and Whistler looked at each other, looking a little confused.
Donnie suddenly had a bad feeling: "Don't tell me Dicken has got your blood."
"Almost, at least part of it was affected. I lost some blood and was rescued by Whistler in time." Blade looked innocent. He never thought that his blood would be so crucial.
Donnie cursed inwardly. This was going to be trouble. Fighting a fully formed Blood God, trying to kill that thing was too difficult. Then he became suspicious. Now that he had the blood, what was Dicken waiting for? Wasn't it better to just quietly make a fortune? Why did he have to make such a big splash to attract everyone?
The female doctor gave them some serum, but it was not anti-venom serum, but vampire-killing serum.
"This is something I developed using anticoagulants. Once injected into a vampire's body, it will be fatal to them."
"Are you sure this thing will work on Dickon, too?"
"If one injection doesn't work, then give the second and third injections until it works." The female doctor's tone was cold.
Blade was choked and speechless. Very good, this explanation is very powerful.
In the end, the old bartender Donnie and Blade set out for the Jintan District without any support from others, just the three of them.
What Tony was most worried about was the Blood God. This artificial creature was actually very difficult to kill. Even if his body was cut off, it could be restored immediately. It was as if the Blood God's entire body was made up of blood and could be restored no matter how he was killed.
"Although it's a bit troublesome, I don't believe that this kind of recovery will have no limitations. At worst, I can use the most stupid method.
Kill him hundreds or thousands of times, can he be resurrected hundreds or thousands of times?" The old bartender wiped his gun. He hated Dicken very much and had spent most of his life on the run. This time he finally had the chance to kill Dicken face to face, and he would do it at all costs.
The three of them drove straight to the Jintan District, not far to the south. Although it was called Jintan District, in reality, the place was far less poetic than the name suggested. It was a typical example of a poor, remote, and sparsely populated area. It was no wonder that Dicken chose this place.
What comes into view is an old building, dilapidated and with many facilities collapsed. The corners are covered with cobwebs. No one has been here for many years.
Looking from a distance, several figures were vaguely visible at the door.
"Today happens to be a full moon, which is a good day for these beasts to be active." Daofeng smiled grimly and took out two Tang swords majestically. Compared with using guns, Daofeng prefers to use swords to kill enemies. This makes him feel more confident, and every kill is real.
Optimus Prime transformed and assembled himself halfway, took out a rocket launcher and fired a shot, killing the gatekeepers.
Blade failed to show off and got out of the car in disappointment. He still wanted to use the inertia of the car to rush over and kill those vampires in an instant, but he was shot down by Tony without any reaction.
Whistler's voice, almost laughing to death, came from the headset. He was loudly mocking Blade and laughing non-stop.
The three of them stood in front of the castle and looked at each other. Donny was fully armed and put on a layer of armor. The two little Transformers led the way, and Blade and the other two followed closely behind.
Unexpectedly, the three of them made it all the way underground without any obstruction. The occasional vampires they encountered were either killed by them or fled in panic. There was basically no resistance to stop them.
"What the hell is Deacon planning? Is he crazy? Does he want to fight us face to face?" Tony was puzzled. An ambitious man like Deacon would not easily expose himself to danger. What was he planning?
Along the way, you can see all kinds of strange and ancient symbols carved on the walls. Those are the writings of ancient vampires. Their meanings have been basically lost to this day, and only Dicken knows what they mean.
This is indeed the altar, the place where the blood god is created.
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In the center of the altar below, Dicken stood with his arms outstretched, his face a look of madness and intoxication. Around him, twelve council members were held tightly in check, and behind each council member stood an ancient stone tablet.
"Dicken, you lunatic, you will pay the price. The entire vampire kingdom will not let you go!"
The twelve members of parliament became prisoners and cursed Dickon. There was a strange atmosphere in this place, as if it wanted to corrode their whole bodies. It was as if there were dead souls whispering in their ears, hiding in the side and watching them with greedy eyes.
These MPs have lived for a long time, but their longevity cannot give them the courage to be fearless. They can only embolden themselves through verbal abuse.
The abuse was like the buzzing of a fly to Dickon.
"They are here, Blade is here, and that Donnie is here too!" a vampire shouted.
"It's finally here... I don't need Daywalker's blood anymore. I need that mutant's blood! The more the better! The little bit I got before wasn't enough!"
Dicken opened his arms and looked up at the dome, a blush appearing on his pale face. He was mad, his eyes revealing a morbid obsession. On the dome, a drop of blood appeared silently!
here we go!
The ceremony begins!
Even... it was smoother than he had imagined!