A silver bullet hit Dickon.
The bullet pierced Dicken's body instantly, without a doubt. The old bartender watched in anticipation, but reality would ultimately disappoint him. Something like the Blood God was no match for a silver bullet.
Dicken laughed wildly, reached out his hand and thrust it into his chest, pulling out the silver bullet. The sticky blood that flowed out of the wound in his chest rolled a few times, and the wound healed immediately.
This is the Blood God's vitality. It is impossible to kill him by conventional means, otherwise the Blood God would be a joke.
"Donnie! You're about to let me devour you. You're going to become one of the corpses on my throne! I'm going to use your blood as a sacrifice for my world domination!"
Dicken stretched out his hand, and countless sticky blood flowed out from his body. God knows how Dicken's tiny body could contain so much blood! For Dicken in this situation, every drop of his blood was his best weapon, which is also the origin of his name - Blood God!
He had devoured twelve noble purebloods and a large number of his subordinates, along with the blood of Donnie, which Daywalker had even procured from who knows where. His body was already fused with an immense number of bloodlines. The sources engraved within these bloodlines were constantly merging within his body, tracing back to their source, and rapidly elevating his life essence under the power of this mysterious altar.
Rumble!
A river of blood descended from the sky, crashing down upon Donnie and the other two. The stench of blood that washed over them was unbearable, a smell that seemed to have been accumulating for countless years, only now being fully revealed to the world. Countless souls wailed in agony within the bloody river. One after another, howling, bloody bodies emerged from the river, only to be quickly submerged. New bloody figures emerged, reaching out to Donnie and the other two, trying to pull them in as well.
"What the hell is this? Get out of the way!"
The three men's faces turned pale. This crazy scene was unprecedented. Anyone with a sense of wit knew that this thing was absolutely untouchable. Donnie and the other two rushed away from it, one on each side.
This altar is located in the center, with twelve entrances on all sides. The criss-crossing routes also delayed Tony and his team a lot of time when they came in. Otherwise, the situation would not have degenerated into what it is now, which is extremely passive.
Blade leaped and fell into the nearest passage. This passage was not the one they had come in through, and it was very unfamiliar. Some vampires hiding there saw someone rushing in and rushed over to kill the intruder.
Many vampires knew that they had probably lost Dicken's trust, or that Dicken had never truly trusted them. They were eager to prove to Dicken that they were still useful, or at least could help him clean up some minor problems.
For example, this Blade, kill him and once again pledge allegiance to His Majesty Dickon.
Blade had lost his Tang sword earlier, so he drew out another and slashed across the waist, killing several vampires in a row. Then, he flipped upside down, swung his arm, and slashed again, killing two more vampires who had caught up with him. Silver weapons were lethal to vampires. A single contact would cause their entire bodies to burn, turning them to ash.
A slender figure struck in a flash, her speed astonishing! The blade had no place to bear the force in mid-air. With just one elbow strike, the blade flew out like a kite with a broken string, slamming hard into the wall.
"Who the hell is it?"
Blade coughed and struggled to his feet. The force of the blow was too great, and when he looked down, he saw a dent in his high-quality bulletproof vest.
Until he looked up, he was stunned.
This woman was a slender woman with flowing hair. Even with a light layer of makeup on her face, it was hard to hide her extraordinary charm. Most importantly, this woman looked a lot like Blade.
Or rather, Blade looks very much like this woman.
A terrible thought appeared in the mind of Blade, the vampire hunter.
This thought filled him, who was as strong as steel, with extreme fear.
"I am your mother." The female vampire said calmly, as if she was talking about what to eat tomorrow.
"She died a long time ago. Who are you?"
"You thought I was dead, but I'm not."
Daofeng's expression was ferocious. He gripped his Tang Dao tightly and rushed forward like a madman, ignoring Whistler's loud warnings in his headset. He wanted to prove to himself with his actions that the female vampire in front of him could not be his dead mother, even if the two looked very similar!
He's Blade! A vampire hunter whose life's work is to kill all vampires! There's no way he could have a vampire mother!
The female vampire was faster than Blade, easily dodging his slash and punching him in the stomach. Blade was about to kick him down the instant he fell to the ground, but the female vampire nimbly dodged. This female vampire was very fast, at least faster than Blade.
"You are my son, and you are also a vampire. Your bloodthirsty impulse cannot deceive others, you are also longing for human blood, you are one of us." The female vampire spoke softly, and every word was like a ten-thousand-ton meteorite hitting Blade's heart.
"I'm human! I'm Blade! I'm the Blade that countless vampires fear!" Blade lay on the ground, roaring like a wounded beast. He felt his faith shattered, a deep crack appearing in his pursuit.
"I've spent my life killing vampires until I drop dead for good."
Every word Daofeng said was like being cut out from his heart, bloody and steaming. He was trembling slightly, he couldn't believe why the truth had turned out like this, so bloody.
"Just you?" The female vampire sneered. After she was transformed by Dicken, she was finally accepted by Dicken because of her physique which was far superior to other vampires, and she has been accepted by Dicken until today.
Dicken had succeeded, he had become the Blood God, who else could stop Dicken? The female vampire was proud of her original choice, proud that she had been bitten by Dicken.
All humans will become blood food, but she is a member of the noble vampire class! High and mighty!
"Just you?"
She stomped heavily on her son's head, trampling on Blade's dignity, her gaze as if she were a stranger. Their beliefs differed, their ideals were different, their species was no longer the same, they were mortal enemies, how could there be any kinship? She was intoxicated by her vampire identity, the aura of someone at the top of the food chain with the power of life and death. If he were still a weak human, how could he possibly have such a long life and such formidable strength?
Vampires are the most noble.
Blade lay on the ground, letting this familiar yet strange woman trample on him. His hands unconsciously clenched. He was a little dazed. What should a mother look like?
For countless days and nights, Blade asked himself, what exactly is a mother like? He saw so many people, the older ones holding the younger ones, their hands swinging as they walked. He envied them, felt jealous, but as he grew older, all his energy was consumed by vampires, as if killing vampires was the whole meaning of his life.
Countless lonely days and nights, except for the time when he met the old man Whistler, Blade was alone. Whenever night fell, he would tell himself:
I am Blade, and I will hunt vampires for the rest of my life, until I die.
I am Blade, and I will hunt vampires my whole life until I die.
I am Blade...
"Just me..." Blade slowly raised his head. Facing the trampling of this strange woman, the man slowly but resolutely raised his proud head.
Just me!
Just because I am human!
Because I am the Blade!
Because I have always been a human being!
I am the one that vampires tremble in fear of - Blade!
He looked up.
The burly man finally raised his proud head and threw away his sunglasses. Those were his favorite sunglasses that had accompanied him for countless days and nights. At this moment, they were completely crushed by the blade, like a complete farewell to the past.
"Because I'm a Blade!! Because I'm a Blade Warrior!!!"
This great warrior picked up the sword that belonged only to him. His square face was filled with a fortitude that could not be shaken by even the rocks. He roared and shouted slogans, "Blade!" "Blade!" "Blade!" He rushed forward, like a lone warrior, fearlessly charging towards the enemy!
Blade!
Blade!!
Blade!!!