Blood God

The Vampires heard the commotion at the main gate and immediately rushed over to stop them. Gunfire rang out in succession, but it was completely useless. Whistler charged forward through the bullets, swung his silver sword with force, and severed five Vampires at the waist. They turned to ash and scattered.

"Blade, I'm here."

Whistler cut his way inside like a God of War. No Vampire could stop him. Before long, he reached the area above the Altar. Blade's mother backed away in terror and shouted, "Don't kill me! I'm Blade's mother!"

Whistler was somewhat surprised, then split the woman in two with a single slash. It was not that he did not believe her; he was simply solving Blade's problem for him. Once Blade regained his freedom, he would still have to kill her. Only then could she be freed.

Next, Whistler Activated High-Frequency Oscillation and split open the coffin with one strike. Blade, utterly weak, fell out. He looked up at Whistler in astonishment. "A robot? Huh, why does it look so much like that old bastard Whistler?"

"Because I am that old bastard Whistler."

Whistler laughed and cursed, then took out a vial of serum from the pouch at his waist and handed it to Blade. "Recover quickly, then we'll kill that bastard Deacon together."

"You're Whistler?"

As Blade injected the serum, he asked, "How did you become a robot? Tsk, this machine definitely wasn't cheap."

Blade cared greatly about money, because fighting Vampires cost a lot. Silver bullets, highly concentrated garlic extract—everything cost money. In Fact, he often took luxury items from Vampires and sold them for cash.

"You're worrying about money at a time like this?"

Whistler complained. He set down the case and said, "Like you, I sold my soul to the Boss."

Blade froze for a moment, then said, "So you sold yours too. That's good. We can keep killing Vampires together."

Whistler laughed loudly. "Of course it's good. The Boss only has one requirement for us: wipe out the Vampires."

"I like that requirement."

Blade Grinned, tossed away the serum vial, and rose from the ground. Brimming with Killing Intent, he asked, "Got weapons?"

"Of course."

Whistler opened the case. Inside were all kinds of weapons, including Shotguns, UV grenades, anticoagulant agents, and more.

The anticoagulant agent was a medicine that had existed for a long time. Trask discovered that it could make Vampires explode, so he equipped Whistler and the others with it.

Whistler said, "These are weapons provided by the Boss. Every single one is top-quality. Oh, and there's a pair of sunglasses here. The Boss specifically gave them to you. He said sunglasses are your true body."

"My true body?"

Blade was speechless. He first strapped on the weapons, then took the sunglasses and put them on. In an instant, he felt complete.

Blade with sunglasses was the real Blade.

The cool Black man did not waste any time. Holding a Shotgun, he rushed out and shouted, "Deacon Frost, come out and die!"

Deacon did not respond, because the ritual had already been completed. He was rapidly transforming within the Bloodlight.

"We have to stop Blade. We absolutely cannot let him interfere with Deacon."

Mercury led a group of elite Vampires guarding the entrance. The moment she saw Blade and Whistler appear, she immediately opened fire on them fiercely. One Vampire even aimed a rocket launcher at Whistler.

Whistler stood in front of Blade. His eyes Lit Up with dazzling Ultraviolet Rays, like two purple Little Suns. Large numbers of Vampires instantly turned to ash, while the rest hurriedly fled behind the walls.

"You think hiding will help? Blade, throw the grenades."

Whistler gave a savage grin and hurled UV grenades inside alongside Blade. Boom! Boom! Boom! The UV grenades exploded one after another, filling the interior with purple light. The Vampires could not even scream before they were reduced to ashes.

Whistler withdrew the Ultraviolet Rays and rushed into the Altar with Blade. They found that nearly all the Vampires were dead. Only a handful of pure-blood Vampires, including Mercury, remained alive, but they were in terrible condition, as though they had been drenched in sulfuric acid.

Whistler rushed over to finish off Mercury and the others, while Blade Turned Head toward Deacon on the platform. Just as he was about to attack, Deacon suddenly opened his blood-red eyes and Grinned. "Sorry, you're too late. I'm already the Blood God."

After saying that, Deacon's body flickered, and he suddenly appeared in front of Blade. One punch sent Blade flying more than ten meters away. Seeing this, Whistler immediately turned and Activated the Gatling Machine Gun. Silver-plated bullets Shot Towards Deacon in a dense barrage.

Deacon showed no fear at all. His body moved at high speed, dodging every bullet.

Immediately afterward, Deacon approached Whistler with an evil grin and threw a vicious punch. Bang! Even Whistler was sent flying, a clear fist mark appearing on the armor over his chest.

Whistler cursed. Several Micro Missiles popped out from his back and Shot Towards Deacon. Deacon easily dodged them, and the missiles exploded against the ground with rumbling blasts, throwing up flames and black smoke.

"Useless. I'm a god now."

Deacon raised both hands and laughed wildly. At that moment, he felt a wave of weakness. His energy consumption was simply too high—the Blood God power was indeed mighty, but it consumed an enormous amount of energy.

Deacon's eyes flickered as he walked toward Mercury and the others. Seeing Deacon display such overwhelming power, Mercury and the others shouted excitedly, "All hail Deacon!"

Deacon transformed into a mass of Bloodlight that enveloped the excited Mercury and the others. He said, "For the great cause of the blood clan, please become my food."

To the Blood God, pure-blood Vampires were an immense source of nourishment. Mercury and the others were shocked beyond measure, yet they were completely unable to resist as Deacon rapidly devoured them.

"Trash will always be trash."

Whistler cursed furiously and fired every anticoagulant agent on his body into the mass of blood. Deacon did not care in the slightest. He was the Blood God, without weakness, immortal and undying.

Unfortunately, Deacon did not know that anticoagulant agents were the bane of Vampires. As the anticoagulant agents entered him, Deacon's body gradually swelled, ready to explode at any moment.

"No!"

Deacon was enraged and alarmed to the extreme. He Grit Teeth and sent a small amount of blood into Mercury, who had not yet been completely devoured.

At that moment, a Quinjet flew overhead. Then, a special missile launched from the aircraft split into hundreds of Micro Missiles in midair and fell into every corner of the Altar.

The next second, the Micro Missiles exploded simultaneously, filling the Altar with purple light. These were UV missiles developed by Tony Stark.

The UV missiles also ignited raging flames. The poorly maintained Altar rapidly collapsed amid the fire.

"Damn it."

Whistler hurriedly rushed over Blade and used his own body to shield him. At the same time, Deacon was struck by a falling rock and exploded prematurely, blood scattering everywhere.

Aboard the Quinjet, Barton reported, "The missiles have been launched. Preparing to land."

"Good. Barton, kill every Vampire. Leave none alive."

Nick Fury said coldly—he had finally realized that Deacon had fooled him. If someone had not reported the massive disturbance here, he would still not have known that the Deacon in the car was a fake.

"Understood."

Barton nodded and brought the aircraft down. Then, an elite squad of ten people disembarked from the Quinjet, holding their weapons as they cautiously approached the Altar.