The deafening sound and the intensifying tremors had already attracted the attention of Donnie and others. They looked vigilant, exchanged glances, and became vigilant. The experience of being born and dying on the battlefield tells them that there is something terrible waiting for them just ahead.

Donnie was worried, this abnormal change must be Deacon performing a ritual. But he really couldn't figure out how Deacon did it without enough Daywalker blood.

The biggest special feature of the Blood God is by no means how powerful the Blood God itself is. What is truly special about the Blood God is that he can get rid of all vampires' weaknesses, not afraid of sunlight and silver weapons, and not disgusted, disgusted, and repulsed by garlic. The Blood God is equivalent to an upgraded version of the vampire, with more powerful combat power, unkillable characteristics, and no obvious weaknesses.

It's all built up with daywalkers.

The birth of the Daywalker is a low-probability miracle that occurs 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 the past few thousand years, how many daywalkers like Blade have been born? If it were that easy, the blood god had long been all over the streets, and a daywalker could have bloodletting repeatedly, as for the lives of those twelve noble pure-blooded people as sacrifices...... It's just a twelve, how much do you think the vampire kingdom cares?!

The birth of the Blood God is very difficult, and the special life form of the Daywalker is too difficult to find, otherwise the manufacturing method of the Blood God will not be cut off, and this kind of secret thing will actually be deciphered by a talented Ha Ghost Clan.

The three of them followed the passage to the bottom, and countless vampires fled for their lives in panic, many with deep fear on their faces.

Donnie grabbed the guy who was about to run away from him: "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Dead, skeletons slaughtered, Deacon will become a god!"

The vampire was visibly insane, there was not the slightest bright spot in his numb pupils, and even if he was caught by Donnie, he was indifferent, just repeating the same words over and over again.

The blade stabbed the vampire to death, and the gaze behind the sunglasses was a little gloomy. He has made the slaughter of vampires his lifelong belief, and no matter how difficult the process is, he will continue to persevere until death. But if because of him, the terrifying creature of the Blood God is allowed to appear, it will make the harm of vampires increase dramatically and bring great disasters to this world!

"Don't worry so much, what bullshit blood god, no matter how strong he is, he will be stabbed to death." Donnie patted Blade on the shoulder and comforted.

The three of them stopped talking and rushed to the central altar in no particular order. It was an open area, and the most striking thing was probably the twelve square tablets and the round monument in the dome that surrounded it.

But at this moment, everything was covered by the figure in the center. The seemingly small figure in the center of the altar seemed to have a shadow that enveloped all the light, burying all the brilliance, leaving only the blood-red of his own piece.

"That's Deacon?!"

The three of Donnie stared at the humanoid creature whose body was constantly changing, a little unsure. This weird thing is Deacon? It doesn't seem reasonable at all, it doesn't even have a fixed form that keeps changing, and it deserves the title of "blood god"?

Blade sneered, "I don't know what happened, but it looks like he failed." He was greatly relieved that Deacon had not changed qualitatively because of his presence. The man who prides himself on being a vampire hunter has let go of his psychological baggage a little.

Deacon laughed wildly, he could feel that he was evolving, although he didn't know why the progress was so slow, but he was definitely getting stronger. In the depths of his body, countless life factors from ancient times are frantically merging and recombining, which Deacon can clearly feel, although he doesn't know the reason, but at this moment he does feel the secret of his ancestors.

"Donnie! Donnie you're here, give me your blood! Your blood can make me evolve, more noble and perfect! Dickon stared at Donnie with a blood-red eye, eager to tear Donnie to shreds and sublimate himself with his blood.

"My blood?"

Donnie was stunned, as were Blade and the old bartender. Didn't you say that you want to use the blood of Daywalkers, how does this have anything to do with the blood of Donnie, a mutant?

Blade asks Donnie with a confused look, and Donnie shakes his head blankly, saying that he doesn't understand what the hell is going on.

The old bartender's eyes were red at the first sight of Deacon, although Deacon's form had changed greatly, he could still barely see that it was Deacon himself, this was the first time the old bartender faced Deacon, and his eyes were completely red.

He spent most of his life on the run, it was too bitter, too miserable! Since he was a child, he has been running for his life, and he has no future. He had stolen and was almost killed; He was arrested by the police for robbery; He had to spend all his time learning all kinds of murder and escape techniques. Everyone else will have a happy childhood and can grow up step by step, but he doesn't! All his memories are of fleeing, fleeing, fleeing.

At the age of the old bartender, it stands to reason that he should have lived a long time ago and had children and grandchildren, but to this day the old bartender is still alone. He spent most of his life on the run, and his whole life was on the run, on the run, on the run.

His parents were from the Ha Ghost clan, and they were damned people, which the old bartender would have thought very well in the dead of night. But his family has already paid the price, and the entire family and even the innocent distant relatives of ordinary families have been uprooted by their former masters, and he is the only one left who survives alone.

This price is enough.

But who should pay for his life now?! Look at his life: fugitive, fugitive, fugitive......

He still remembers having nowhere to stay on a stormy night, shivering in the corner of a tattered and collapsing wall. He still remembers being driven like a homeless wild dog on a snowy winter day, almost freezing to death on the streets, and every day was a struggle to the death.

The old bartender had long hated this boring life, if it weren't for the idea of revenge for him to support him, he would have found a short-term view, why bother living so bleakly? It was Deacon, who knew the secret, who had been secretly chasing him, it was Deacon who refused to let him go, and it was Deacon who would never give him a way to live.

Finally, today! He has people around him who are willing to stand with him! He has been alone for most of his life, until today, he finally has someone who is willing to join forces with him!

The old bartender was about to go mad, he was panting, his red wine trough nose twitching, and his old face was more distorted than that of Deacon now. He was the first to shoot, and with a bang, a silver bullet hit Deacon.