"I'm truly surprised."
Located about thirty kilometers outside New York in a highly secluded suburb, Bi Xiao stands atop a towering cliff several kilometers away from this area, overlooking what appears to be an uninhabited region below.
The surrounding environment here is quite unique.
Deep within the dense forest, surrounded by hills, ordinary people would certainly get lost here. However, there are many such places on the outskirts of New York. About one kilometer away, there is a road leading to New York.
Drivers don't pay much attention to this place.
If one truly couldn't resist the urge to explore, it would be a case of 'using kerosene to put out a fire'—a journey with no return. Bi Xiao could distinctly sense that right beneath that area, there were thousands of unique vampire presences, with exceptionally pure bloodlines.
A wave of experience points, much to Bi Xiao's surprise.
It can only be said that these vampire families have a commendable heritage; even in escape, they took many blood slaves and blood bags with them.
Supplying their own needs for consumption.
"Master, the leader constructing the summoning ritual was chosen by the New York Vampire Elders Council—Deacon Frost. He is now the vampire leader and is also in charge of building the summoning altar."
Behind him, a vampire elder dressed in a black tailcoat, looking very proper, spoke respectfully, his eyes filled with admiration for Bi Xiao.
He is one of the insiders manipulated by Bi Xiao's psychic powers.
He also holds a position in the vampire council.
Driven by him and another insider elder, the summoning ritual proceeded so smoothly, and they also facilitated the gathering of many vampire families here, waiting for their great master to reap the harvest.
Of course, they too were part of the harvest, but they possessed a spirit of sacrifice, believing that risking their own lives was the greatest and most noble act, including other vampires, who should also offer their lives to their master.
Bi Xiao was very pleased; he decided that after all other vampires and the blood god were dead, he would finally eliminate these two elders. Life and money dedicated to himself, how grand.
He was almost moved to shed crocodile tears.
But before a tear could fall, he suddenly turned his head, glancing through the dense forest to a highway about three kilometers away, where a modified Ford muscle car was speeding along, carrying a distinctly different vampire presence and an old human man?
Through the car window, he saw the two individuals' appearances and clothing, especially the black man driving the muscle car, dressed too classically.
Bi Xiao recognized him at a glance: "Blade?"
"Deacon Frost needs a sacrifice to summon the blood god; the Daywalker's blood is very special, so he decided to make him one of the sacrifices. He set up five vampire gathering sites on the periphery to disclose the matter of the blood god, attracting the Daywalker to find this place." The insider elder, lacking Bi Xiao's super senses, revealed everything he knew upon mentioning Blade.
Bi Xiao immediately clutched his heart, feeling a pang.
This Deacon Frost had a way to die, sending so many heads to Blade—was this all part of his experience?
He looked at Blade with a somewhat unusual gaze, wondering whether to give Blade a good beating.
Thinking that this guy was only half-vampire, half-human, hard to define in identity, and all his actions were aimed at exterminating vampires, such a broad-minded person, he decided to let this guy go.
"So, are those traps prepared underground all for this guy?"
"Yes, great master."
"Not a bad idea."
Bi Xiao was satisfied, with the vampires wanting to smash him and needing his blood to summon the blood god, so he prepared to watch coldly from the sidelines. It wasn't his indifference; rather, it was essential for the blood god to descend properly.
A win-win situation.
"Go, inform that guy called Deacon that Blade is here, let your people die less, preferably not at all, they are all mine, oh, and if that human comes, just lock him up."
"Yes~~"
The insider elder respectfully spoke, then disappeared like a ghost on the spot. It was now afternoon, and perhaps due to the impending descent of the blood god, the weather was overcast with dense clouds. Although it wasn't raining, there was no sun either.
That's why the insider elder could move about in broad daylight.
Watching the black figure quickly dash towards the gathering site, Bi Xiao stood in place, silently waiting.
If all went as expected, the evening instance would open today, another wave of experience incoming, he was all too patient to wait.
He glanced at the silver cross sword stuck in the ground in front of him.
He cheerfully whistled the beautiful melody of 'Jay Chou's William Castle' as he waited.
On the highway, the black Ford muscle car sped along, the sky behind filled with rolling, gloomy clouds, creating an especially sinister world. Inside the car, Blade drove while Whistler, the white-haired old man in the passenger seat, was preparing to check the equipment brought along.
"This weather is really ghastly."
Whistler glanced at the sky full of dark clouds outside the window and couldn't help but mutter a curse.
They had rushed here today, and the sunless weather was certainly not in their favor.
He opened a map, looking at the positions marked on it. Next, Blade would act as the main force, and as usual, he would provide support and assistance from behind Blade.
Blade drove with a look of stern determination.
After driving for several minutes, he stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped by the roadside, looking out through the side window at the dense forest in the distance.
"I really love this environment; it reminds me of the time I hunted a vampire elder with your father in the forest." Seeing such a scene, Whistler exclaimed.
"Ready to go meet your end, Whistler?"
"Of course, just don't die before me, Blade." Whistler pulled out an old-fashioned sniper rifle, his body already laden with equipment.
"Then let's go."
The car door opened, and Blade and Whistler crossed the barrier, advancing into the depths of the distant forest until the foliage swallowed their figures.