Tony munched on a cheeseburger and felt like he had come to life.

Tony Stark has a haughty personality, his biggest characteristic is that he refuses to admit defeat, whether it is out of self-esteem or conceit, Tony is not a person who is willing to admit defeat easily. He cocked his collar up to protect his neck.

A large crowd of people surrounded him and asked for warmth, worried about what happened to this proud son of the sky. The officer even glared at Donnie angrily, expressing his loyalty and closeness to Tony.

To the military, Tony is a proper big dog, relying on the Stark Group to sell them all kinds of high-tech weapons every year.

"Mr. Stark, I heard that your latest Jericho missile has been developed?"

"I know what you mean, but you're going to have someone higher up talk to me." Tony eats a burger and speaks slurred.

Donnie wanted the troops to stay and help them cleanse them of the vampires, but was arrogantly refused: "Our order is to rescue Mr. Stark, and we have not received an order to help you." ”

Before getting on the helicopter, Tony asked Donnie and the others to help him kill a batch of those ghosts, for so many years, he hadn't suffered such a big loss, if Donnie hadn't come in time, he would have become a vampire a long time ago, this feud is too big.

It is conceivable that this news reached the ears of the higher-ups, but it was an earth-shattering event, and the vampires did not care about the rules to the high-level people, which had broken the bottom line, and bloody revenge was necessary. After so many years, the human camp is not a soft persimmon, and the vampire is unambiguous.

Blade and Whistler were a little tired, with such fanfare, their base was exposed, and they had to be forced to find a new place, not surprisingly some abandoned factory or some abandoned building.

"Don't worry, with Tony, a big dog, still hiding in this kind of poor mountains and bad waters? It's more efficient to buy a building and openly recruit a group of tough hunters. Downey suggested.

Blade grinned his big white teeth: "That's right." ”

The group began to plan a cleansing of the Golden Beach district, and Deacon was too difficult to deal with, and he had to be killed completely. Donnie also told them what he knew about the "Blood God", and the more information he had, the better the chance of winning.

"If you want to make something like the Blood God, you need the blood of the Daywalker, and you must first make sure that the blade is not caught by the enemy."

Blade and Whistler looked at each other, a little confused.

Donnie suddenly had a bad premonition: "Don't tell me your blood has been taken by Deacon. ”

"Almost, at least partially, I was bled and saved in time by Whistler." Blade was innocent, where did he think his blood would be so critical.

Donnie scolded secretly, it would be troublesome to fight with the formed blood god, and it would be too difficult to kill that kind of ghost. Then he was a little suspicious, since he got blood, what was Deacon waiting for? Isn't it good to make a fortune with a muffled voice, and you have to attract people with great fanfare?

The female doctor gave them some serum, but it was not an antivenom, but a vampire-killing serum.

"This is something I developed with an anticoagulant, and as long as it is injected into the vampire's body, it can be lethal to them."

"Are you sure this thing will work for Deacon too?"

"If one injection doesn't work, then inject a second or a third until it works." The female doctor's tone was cold.

Blade choked speechless, good, the explanation is powerful.

Eventually, Donnie's bartender and Blade set out for the Golden Beach district, with no one else to support them, just the three of them.

Donnie's biggest concern is the Blood God, this artificial creature is actually difficult to kill, and cutting off his body can be restored immediately, as if the Blood God's entire body is made of blood, no matter how you kill it, it can be restored.

"It's a bit of a hassle, but I don't believe there will be no limits to this restoration. It's a big deal to kill him hundreds of thousands of times in the most stupid way, can he still be resurrected hundreds of thousands of times? The old bartender wiped his gun, he hated Deacon, he had spent most of his life on the run, and this time he finally had the opportunity to kill Deacon face to face, and he would do whatever it took to kill him.

The three of them took the car and went straight to the Jintan District, not far to the south. Although the name is Jintan District, in fact this place is far from the poetic sense of the name, it can be called a typical example of poor mountains and bad waters, and it is no wonder that Deacon chose this place.

What catches your eye is an old building, dilapidated, and you can even see that many facilities have collapsed, and the corners are covered with cobwebs, and no one has visited for many years.

From afar, a few figures were shadowed at the door.

"Today coincides with the full moon, and it's a good day for these beasts to be active." Blade smiled fiercely, and took out two Tang knives majestically, Blade preferred to use a war knife to kill the enemy than a gun, which made him feel more that every kill was a real deal.

Optimus Prime deformed and assembled halfway, took out a rocket launcher and bombarded it, killing the gatekeepers.

Blade pretended to fail and got out of the car in a daze, and he thought about using the inertia of the vehicle to rush over and kill the vampires in an instant, only to be bombarded by Donnie silently.

In the headset, Whistler was heard laughing to death, and he was loud and sarcastic, and he couldn't stop laughing.

The three of them stood in front of the castle and looked at each other, Donnie was fully armed and put on a layer of armor, the two little Transformers opened the way, and the two blades followed closely behind.

Unexpectedly, the three of them actually came all the way to the underground, unimpeded, and the individual vampires they occasionally encountered were either killed by them casually, or fled in a panic, basically without any resistance to stop them.

"What the hell is Deacon up settling up, is he crazy and wants to fight us face to face?" Donnie was puzzled by what his idea was that a careerist like Deacon would not easily expose himself to danger.

Along the way, you can see all kinds of strange and ancient symbols carved on the walls, which are the words of ancient vampires, and their meaning has been largely lost to this day, and only Deacon knows what it means.

This is indeed an altar, a place for the creation of the god of blood.

……

Further down in the center of the altar, Deacon stood with his arms outstretched, his face mad and intoxicated. Around him, twelve councillors were tightly controlled, and behind each councillor, a quaint stone monument stood.

"Deacon, you madman, you will pay the price, and the entire vampire kingdom will not let you go!"

The twelve councillors were prisoners, and they shouted at Deacon, and there was a strange smell to the place, as if it were going to corrupt their whole body, and as if there were dead spirits whispering in their ears, and they looked at them with greedy eyes.

These parliamentarians lived for a long time, but life did not give them the courage to be fearless, but only to embolden themselves through invective.

The invective was like a fly buzzing to Deacon.

"They're here, Blade is here, and that Donnie is here!" A vampire shouted.

"It's finally here...... I don't need the daywalker blood anymore, I still need the mutant blood! The more the merrier! The little bit I got before wasn't enough! ”

Deacon looked up at the dome with open arms, a blush appeared on his pale face, and he went crazy, his eyes revealing a morbid obsession. On this dome, a drop of blood appeared silently!

Here we go!

The ceremony begins!

Even...... It went as smoothly as he imagined!