Several blood chains that were difficult to cut tightly bound Donnie.
Deacon stared at Donnie, his eyes revealing greed and obsession. He was a vampire, and because he was a hybrid, he worked harder than other vampires, which gave him talents and abilities far beyond those of other vampires.
He keenly noticed Donny's uniqueness and specifically found a dagger in the bar, obtaining a trace of Donny's blood that had luckily escaped the fire, for research. A mutant with the power of creation? Creation is a legendary power held by the gods! How could a mere advanced mutant have the ability to do this?
The result drove Dickon crazy.
Donnie's blood contains some magical substance that has the effect of sublimation and evolution. It seems that there is some mysterious biological code hidden deep in Donnie's blood. Dickon is a vampire who has been dealing with the blood of various creatures in his life. He can dig out the secrets of blood to the greatest extent.
He was a little crazy. That little bit of Tony's dead blood sublimated the Daywalker's blood in his hand, which was not enough to use, to an extraordinary level. This overturned Deacon's three views. He realized that there must be a huge secret in Tony, lurking deep in Tony's blood. At the end of the essence of life, there must be some magical source.
He wanted to capture Donnie! Dissect him! Study him! He wanted to find the secret of the source!
Donnie's face was gloomy. The anticoagulant, a supposedly powerful weapon, was actually useless, which made his heart sink. If the anticoagulant was useless, how could they kill Deacon, this infinitely resurrecting monster?
Was it really like he'd joked before, killing hundreds or thousands of times? They'd be exhausted before they could kill enough. Tony's intuition told him that a fight of attrition with Deacon at this point was simply courting death.
The blood shackles gradually tightened. The sticky blood had amazing toughness and could make the ropes stronger, becoming death chains that bound Tony.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The armor on Tony's body suddenly assembled into a large number of blades, instantly cutting off all the blood.
This time, Donnie was truly anxious. The failure of the anticoagulant had dealt him a heavy blow, and he unconsciously used all his strength to break free. No matter what, he had to defeat the Blood God. Breaking free was the most important step.
In his brain, the fire source, which was between existence and non-existence, suddenly jumped up and burst into a dazzling light! Under Donnie's control, the endless fire could be transmitted out and naturally attached to the armor.
"It's useless! This ridiculous physical attack has no effect on me at all!"
Deacon looked at his prey with a playful gaze, as if sizing up a lamb to be slaughtered. This was the feeling of power, and it intoxicated Deacon, who had spent his entire life pursuing power! A few hours ago, he would have simply turned and walked away if he had faced Donnie. He would have been a fool to go head-to-head with the Mechanic, the once-famous war machine.
Who would fight Donny, a mutant who can create mechanical soldiers, without some skills these days? The right way is to rely on numbers and heavy weaponry.
But now, he has the ability to fight Donnie head-on! And crush him easily!
bass!
The cut-off blood will always return to its original state in the first time. Deacon laughed wildly. He would catch Donny and study the secret of Donny.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Another sound was heard, and Dicken's laughter stopped abruptly. His eyes froze, and his whole body seemed to be frozen there.
The blade imbued with fire energy cut off the blood like cutting vegetables, but the blood never recovered as quickly as before. Instead, it seemed as if it had encountered something terrible, and its vitality was extinguished. It fell powerlessly to the ground, turning into a pool of stagnant water and drying up.
"It seems to be of some use!" A big knife was completed in an instant and chopped towards Dicken's arm that had turned into a shackle!
The bloody arm snapped.
It fell to the ground helplessly. The sticky blood twitched a few times, as if struggling, but soon lost its vitality and quickly dried up at the broken end.
"How is this possible... How is this possible! How can you possess this ability! I am the Blood God, I am immune to any attack, I am the unkillable god!"
Deacon stared, bewildered. Why had this happened? It was clear that Donnie was helpless before, so why had it suddenly become like this?
Donnie leaped away, two small Transformers surrounding him, glaring at Deacon. He looked at his hands, a vague understanding dawning. He'd believed his ability was to create Transformers, and to have Transformers, he needed the Allspark. But he'd always attached the Allspark energy to the Transformers' own material.
To activate a Transformer, the most basic requirement is that the original part has a relatively complete energy circuit, and then it is activated little by little through its spark source.
There was only one exception... when he killed the Abomination, and that was his only such explosion. The price was terrible, leaving a deep scar on the Fire Source that has never recovered. Donnie had always feared that Phoenix Qin's explosion would obliterate his personality. His own explosion would drastically burn the Fire Source. If he exploded a few more times, would his entire being also be consumed, completely ruined?
For a long time, Downey had been using the Spark to act on the materials of the Transformers, without considering or daring to consider using the Spark itself as an active energy. He stubbornly tried his best to upgrade the material level to make them harder, but he never thought of adding a set of energy armor to the material. It was not that he didn't want to, but he couldn't. His Spark could not withstand such consumption.
At this moment, Donny laughed. The shadow that had always been piercing his heart seemed to be torn open a little, allowing him to see the sunlight.
"I'm really stupid... like a cowardly fool." Donnie laughed heartily. He hadn't been so happy for a long time. He had always been cautious in using his abilities, fearing to repeat the same mistakes. He was afraid to release the fire source recklessly again and burn the fire source again. The scene in the past left a huge shadow on him until now.
But he was wrong! He was afraid to use the abilities he could control, so how could he possibly unleash their power?
The Spark... This miracle that had accompanied him into this life was stronger than he had imagined! The Spark would grow stronger with his strength, and fragile with his fragility!
"Bastard, don't be so proud. I will kill you with my own hands!" Dicken was enraged by the laughter. His scarlet eyes were filled with madness. His other arm grabbed towards Tony, and halfway through, it turned into a river of blood again. With great power, he pounced towards Tony.
Donnie stopped dodging. He held up a new shield, one also armored with fire energy! He decided not to hide anymore, and there was no need to hide anymore. Donnie rushed forward towards the river of blood!
Tony was extremely small in front of this river of blood, but such a small person fearlessly rushed towards the huge waves coming from the front!
Rumble!
Enormous forces collided with each other, emitting a deafening roar! Tang Ni was like an indestructible rock in the ocean. No matter how huge the waves are, I remain unmoved! He drew his sword again, swung it several times, and cleaved a large amount of blood, visibly weakening the Blood God bit by bit.
"Impossible! How could you do this? I am the Blood God! How could you absorb my vitality?!" Dicken couldn't believe this scene. The overwhelming river of blood was blocked by a small rock.
Draw vitality?
Donnie scoffed and didn't explain further. He didn't need to explain to Dicken. His fire source was the power of creation, not destruction. Where did the ability to absorb life come from?