A silver bullet struck Deacon.

The bullet sank into Deacon's body in an instant, and there was no suspense. The old bartender watched expectantly, but reality would eventually disappoint him. The Blood God is no longer something that a silver bullet can kill.

Deacon laughed maniacally, reached out and plunged his hand into his chest, pulling the silver bullet out alive. The wound on the chest, only to see the viscous blood flowing out of it rolled a few times, and the wound was immediately healed.

This is the life force of the blood god, and it is impossible to kill him by conventional means, otherwise the blood god is simply a joke.

"Donnie! You're going to let me devour you, and you're going to be one of the corpses of my High Throne! I will sacrifice your blood for my world domination! ”

Deacon reached forward, and countless sticky blood diverged from his body, God knows how Deacon's tiny body could hold so much blood! For Deacon in this matter, every drop of blood in his body is the best weapon, which is also the origin of his name - the god of blood!

He had devoured twelve noble pure-bloods and a large number of his subordinates, plus the blood of Donnie, whom the Daywalker had even gotten out of nowhere, and his body had fused too much blood. The source engraved in these bloodlines continued to merge in his body, returning to the source, rapidly elevating the essence of his life under the power of this mysterious altar.

Thundered!

A river of blood fell from the sky and smashed into the three Donnies. The smell of blood on the face makes people want to vomit, and this smell seems to have accumulated for countless years, and it is not until today that it is completely exposed to the world. Countless souls wailed in pain in the river of blood, and one after another bloody bodies that howled in pain came out of the river of blood, and soon they were drowned, and new blood men came out, and they reached out to Donnie and the others, trying to pull them in too.

"What the hell, get out of the way!"

The three of them were pale, this crazy scene was unheard of, as long as they were not stupid, they knew that this thing would never be touched. The three Donnies pounced on the left or right, respectively.

This altar is located in the very center, with a total of twelve entrances in all directions, and the criss-crossing route also makes Donnie and them delay a lot of time when they come in, otherwise they will not let the situation fall to the current scene, extremely passive.

Blade leaped into the nearest passage. This passage is not the one they came in, and it is very unfamiliar. Some of the vampires hiding here saw someone rushing in and rushed over to kill the intruder.

Many vampires understand that they may well have lost Deacon's trust, or that Deacon never really trusted them. They were desperate to prove to Deacon that their group of vampires was useful, and that they could at least help him clean up some of the little things.

For example, this blade, kill him, and once again pledge allegiance to His Majesty Deacon.

One of Blade's Tang knives had been lost just now, and he pulled out another Tang knife and slashed it sideways, killing several vampires in a row. Then another flip and another swing of his arm slashed to kill the two vampires who caught up again. Silver weapons are deadly to vampires, and if they touch a single point, their entire bodies will quickly burn and turn to ashes.

A slender figure struck with lightning and flint, and her figure was surprisingly fast! The blade had nowhere to be felt in the air, just an elbow strike, and the blade flew out like a kite with a broken string, and slammed into the wall.

"Damn, who the hell is it?"

Blade coughed, barely trying to get up. The force of this blow was too heavy, and he looked down to see that the high-quality body armor was actually dented.

Until he raised his head and was stunned.

This is a slender woman with flowing hair, and despite the light makeup on her face, it is difficult to hide her extraordinary charm. On top of that, this woman looks a lot like Blade.

Or rather, the blade looks a lot like this woman.

A terrible thought came to the mind of Blade, a vampire hunter that terrified him as strong as steel.

"I am your mother." The female vampire said, plain, as if talking about what to eat tomorrow.

"She's long dead, who the hell are you?"

"You think I'm dead, but I'm not."

Blade's expression was hideous, he clutched the Tang knife, and rushed forward like crazy despite Whistler's loud dissuasion in the headset. He had to tell himself with his actions that the female vampire in front of him could not be his dead mother, even if the two looked alike, it would never be!

He's a Blade Warrior! A vampire hunter whose lifelong belief is to kill vampires! There could never be a vampire mother for him!

The female vampire was faster than Blade, and she easily dodged Blade's swing and punched Blade in the stomach. The moment Blade fell to the ground, he was about to kick the opponent down, but the female vampire was sensitive enough to dodge it. This female vampire is fast, at least faster than Blade.

"You're my son, and you're one of the vampires. Your bloodthirsty impulse can't fool people, you also crave human blood, you are one of us. The female vampire spoke softly, and every word was like a 10,000-ton meteorite smashed into the heart of the blade.

"I am human! I'm a Blade Warrior! I'm the Blade Warrior who has terrified countless vampires! Blade lay on the ground, roaring like a wounded beast. He felt his faith broken, and a deep crack appeared in his pursuit.

"I use my whole life to kill vampires until I fall forever."

Every word Blade said seemed to have been dug out of his heart, bloody and steaming. He was trembling slightly, he couldn't believe why the truth had turned out to be like this, so bloody.

"Just you?" The female vampire scoffed, she was transformed by Deacon because she had a constitution far higher than other vampires and was finally accepted by Deacon to this day.

Deacon has succeeded, he has become the god of blood, who else can stop Deacon? The female vampire is proud of her choice, proud of being bitten by Dickon in the first place.

All human beings will become blood food, but she is one of the noble vampires! High!

"Just you?"

She stomped on her son's head, trampling on the dignity of the blade, and her gaze was like looking at a stranger. The beliefs are different, the concepts are different, the species are no longer the same, they are mortal enemies of each other, how can there be family affection. She was fascinated by her identity as a vampire, this was the temperament of the person at the top of the food chain, how could he have a long life and strong strength if he was still that weak human?

Vampires are the most honorable.

Blade lay on the ground, letting the familiar and strange woman trample on him, his hands clenched unconsciously. His mind was in a trance, Mother...... What should it look like?

For countless days and nights, Blade asked himself like this, what should such a magical existence as his mother be? He saw many, many people, the big ones holding the small ones, and the two hands of the big one and the small one swaying as they walked. He was envious and jealous, but as he grew up, all his energy was filled with vampires, as if killing vampires was the whole point of his life.

Countless lonely days and nights, except for the old fellow Whistler who later met him, Blade was alone, and whenever night fell, he would tell himself this:

I am Blade, and I will hunt down vampires for the rest of my life until I die.

I am Blade, and I will hunt down vampires all my life until I die.

I'm Blade......

"It's up to me to ......" Blade slowly raised his head, and slowly but resolutely lifted his proud head in the face of the strange woman's trampling.

It's up to me!

I'm human!

I'm Blade!

I've always been human!

I'm the one who scares the vampires out of the way—Blade!

He looked up.

The burly man finally lifted his proud head, and he threw away his sunglasses, which were his favorite sunglasses, which had accompanied him for countless days and nights, and were completely crushed by the blade at this moment, like a complete farewell to the past.

"Just because I'm Blade!! Just because I'm a Blade Warrior!! ”

The great warrior picked up the sword that belonged only to him, and his square face was full of the fortitude that the rocks could not shake him, and he let out a roar and shouted the slogan, "Blade! "Blade!" "Blade!" He rushed over, like a lone warrior who was not afraid to die against the enemy!

Blade!

Blade!!

Blade!!!