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"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light." -Aristotle
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The deafening sound and intensified vibrations have long attracted the attention of Downey and others. They showed wary expressions, exchanged their eyes, and began to be on guard. The experience of being born to death on the battlefield tells them that just ahead, something terrible is waiting for them.
Downey is worried, this kind of abnormal change must be Dickon's ritual. But he really couldn't understand, how did Dickon do it without enough daywalker's blood.
The biggest special feature of the Blood God is by no means how powerful the Blood God itself is. The real special thing about the Blood God is that he can get rid of all the weaknesses of vampires, is not afraid of sunlight and silver weapons, and does not have a sense of disgust, nausea, and rejection of garlic. The Blood God is equivalent to an upgraded version of the vampire, with more powerful combat power, unkillable characteristics, and no obvious weaknesses.
All this is based on the presence of day travelers.
The birth of Sunwalker is a low-probability miracle produced in countless impossible events! This may involve the level of life factors, which can only be started from the source of the genetic code. Throughout these thousands of years, how many day-walkers like Blade Warriors have been born? It's really that easy. Blood gods have long been all over the streets. A daywalker can repeatedly bleed. As for the life of those twelve noble pureblood species as sacrifices... there are twelve, really. How much do you think the vampire kingdom cares?!
The birth of the blood **** is very difficult. The special life form of Daywalker is too difficult to find, otherwise, the manufacturing method of the blood **** will not be cut off. This secret thing will be deciphered by a talented Hagui tribe.
The three people followed the passage to the bottom, and countless vampires fled in panic, many of them with deep fears on their faces.
Downey grabbed the guy who was running away from him: "What the **** happened?"
"Dead, the skeleton is slaughtered all over the sky, Dickon will become a god!"
This vampire is obviously a little crazy. There is no bright spot in his numb pupils. Even if he is caught by Downey, he is indifferent, just repeating the same words repeatedly.
The blade stabbed the vampire to death, and the eyes behind the sunglasses were a little gloomy. He took the slaughter of vampires as his lifelong belief. No matter how difficult this process was, it did not shake him in the slightest. He would persist until death. But if because of his reason, let the blood **** this terrible creature come into the world, it will make the vampire more dangerous and bring a huge disaster to the world!
"Don't worry so much, what **** god, let him be strong, and stabbed to death." Downey patted the shoulder of the knife to comfort.
The three of them stopped talking and rushed to the central altar in no particular order. This is an empty area, and the most eye-catching thing is the twelve obelisks and the round stele surrounded by the dome.
But at this moment, everything is covered by the figure in the center. The seemingly small figure in the center of the altar seemed to have covered all the shadows, burying all the brilliance, leaving only his own blood red.
"Is that Dickon?!"
Downey and the three stared at the humanoid creature whose body was constantly changing bumps, somewhat unsure. This weird thing is Dickon? It seems unreasonable at all, a constant change without even a fixed form, and it deserves the title "Blood God"?
Blade's edge sneered: "Although I don't know what happened, it looks like he has failed." He was greatly relieved that Dicken did not undergo a qualitative change because of his existence. This man who is proud of his identity as a vampire hunter lets go of his psychological burden a little.
Dickon laughed wildly. He could feel that he was evolving. Although he didn't know why the progress was so slow, he was definitely getting stronger. In the depths of his body, countless life factors from ancient times are merging and reorganizing crazily. Dicken can also clearly feel this. Although he doesn't know the reason, at this moment he does feel the secret of his ancestors.
"Tanny! Downey, you are here, give me your blood! Your blood can make me evolve and become more noble and perfect!" Dickon stared at Tang with a blood-red eye. Ni, can't wait to tear Downey to pieces and use his blood to sublimate himself.
"My blood?"
Downey was stunned, and the blade and the old bartender were also a little stunned. Didn't it mean to use the blood of Daywalker? How could this have something to do with the blood of a mutant like Downey?
Blade asked Downey with a confused look, and Downey shook his head blankly, saying that he didn't understand what was going on.
The old bartender reddened his eyes when he saw Dicken. Although Dicken's shape changed greatly, he could barely see that it was Deacon himself. This was the first time the old bartender faced Dicken and his eyes were completely red.
He spent most of his life in flight, it was too bitter, too miserable! I have been running for my life since I was a child, and there is no future. He stole something and was almost killed; he blocked the road for robbery and was wanted by the police; he had to spend all his time learning all kinds of killing and escape techniques. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com others will have a happy childhood and can grow up step by step, but he does not! All his memories are fleeing, fleeing, and fleeing.
At the age of the old bartender, it stands to reason that it should have been a long time since then, with children and grandchildren, but the old bartender is still alone today. He spent most of his life on the road to escape, and his entire life was on the run, escape, and escape.
His parents are of the Hague tribe, they are the **** people, this old bartender will think clearly in the dead of night. But his family has already paid the price for this. The entire family and even the innocent distant relatives of ordinary people's families have been uprooted by the former owners, and he is the only one who has the luck to live alone.
This price is enough.
But who should pay for his life now? ! Look at his life: escape, escape, escape...
He still remembered that on a stormy night, there was nowhere to hide, hiding in a corner that was about to collapse and shivering. He still remembers that on a snowy winter day, he was driven like a homeless wild dog and almost froze to death on the street, fighting with death every day.
The old bartender hated this boring life a long time ago. If he hadn't had the idea of revenge for him to sustain him, he would have found his short-sightedness long ago. Why did he have such a bleak life? It is Dickon who knows the secret that has been pursuing him in secret, Dickon will not let him go, and Dickon will never give him a way out.
Finally, it's today! There are people around him who are willing to stand with him! He has been alone for most of his life, and until today, he finally has someone willing to join hands with him against the enemy!
The old bartender is going crazy, he is panting heavily, his red rosacea twitches constantly, and his old face is even more distorted than the current Dickon. He fired the first shot, and with a bang, a silver bullet hit Dickon.
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