Book of the Blood God

Three minutes later, the originally noisy bar was left with only the sound of the stereo. The vampires were gone, leaving only puddles of foam. The pathetic Willis cowered in a corner, terrified that the guy who clearly wasn't human would target him next.

Although the synthesized venom could dissolve vampires, it couldn't turn them to ash like silver weapons or sunlight. In the fight, vampire blood splattered all over Blade's face, and his hands and chest were stained red with it, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

"Hurry up and leave. Be clear about who you are from now on, and don't easily trust your charm. You're not worth being chatted up by pretty girls you don't know." Blade opened the door, checked Willis's neck to confirm he hadn't been bitten, and then unceremoniously lectured him a few times before moving aside.

Still shaken, Willis's hands and legs were weak, but he scrambled out of the bar and secretly vowed to dedicate his free time to his studies from now on, and to hell with girlfriends.

Wei Xiuming, who had been watching the entire event from behind a screen, picked up his communicator and said to Blade, "Brooks, go check out the southwest corner. The detector feedback indicates the building structure there isn't solid; there should be a hidden door or something."

Blade replied, "Understood."

Shaking the blood off his hands, Blade walked towards the southwest corner and knocked on the wall. Sure enough, there was a hollow echo. The wall here was much thinner than elsewhere. He then punched it open.

Behind the wall was a vast space. Unlike the bar's decor, it was extremely clean, with no colorful lighting. Cool, clear light shone down from rows of fluorescent tubes overhead, illuminating the spotless room. Apart from large cabinets connected by various cables, there was nothing else in the room. These cabinets, clearly high-tech, emitted a low mechanical hum, and their indicator lights flashed incessantly.

A wave of heat roared through the hole Blade had punched. The ambient temperature was over sixty degrees Celsius; an ordinary person couldn't stay here for long.

"Supercomputer matrix?" a lab technician, who had been recording data at a computer, exclaimed in surprise. Having frequent contact with such equipment, he recognized the cabinets instantly.

It was hard to imagine a bar used for hunting vampires and a supercomputer being located just one wall apart. Any normal person would suspect a conspiracy.

Wei Xiuming said, "Leave four people to protect the technical personnel. Everyone else, load your rounds and follow me to the site."

With Whistler, a seasoned vampire hunter, present, the S.H.I.E.L.D.-supported action team members' weapons had all been upgraded. Unlike Blade and Whistler, who had previously relied on handmade bullets and small batches of polished throwing knives, the action team members' silver-tipped bullets were directly produced by the weapons development department, with an entire production line dedicated to them, all standardized.

Furthermore, each team member was equipped with solar lamps, UV grenades, and silver daggers. Even the ballistic plates in their bulletproof vests had an extra layer of silver alloy.

The squad leader selected four members to stay and protect the technicians, then led the way out himself.

Whistler, with white hair and beard but still possessing eight-pack abs, patted one of the action team members and said, "Son, give me your gun. You won't need it here."

It seemed Whistler also wanted to join the operation, but the action team member couldn't agree; internal discipline didn't allow it.

Wei Xiuming said, "Give him the gun."

Following the order, the action team member checked the chamber for bullets, then handed the gun to Whistler, giving him all his spare magazines.

Meanwhile, Blade found two doors in the room where the supercomputer was housed. One led to a more spacious and brighter room with rows of vertical glass panels. Ancient book fragments were preserved within these panels to prevent further oxidation and decay.

The fragments were clearly written in vampire script. However, much like the difference between modern and medieval English, vampire script had changed over the ages. Even a vampire several hundred years old wouldn't claim to be proficient in these ancient texts, and some might not recognize a single character.

The other room led to a small, cramped chamber. A fat man, who looked at least four hundred pounds, was sprawled on a custom-made sofa. Over ten monitors surrounded him, controlled by a wireless keyboard placed on his belly.

This fat man was undoubtedly a vampire. Although his obesity was likely due to his lack of exercise from staying here, the amount of human blood required to sustain him at this size was immense, indicating the number of people who must have died as a result.

"He's here! He's here!" the fat vampire shrieked in a high-pitched voice, but his hands continued to tap away at the keyboard. "He's going to kill me!"

On the monitor directly facing the fat vampire, a screen displayed the upper body of a white man. Blade immediately recognized him: "Deacon Frost, the highest-ranking non-pureblood vampire, even more ruthless towards humans than some purebloods."

"Daywalker, it seems you've found your own way to become a monster. Coincidentally, so have I," Frost said calmly from the monitor. "Pearl, tell him."

The fat man, called Pearl, said, "Frost, we spent a lot of time and money on this. Isn't it too easy for our enemy to tell us now?"

Frost shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Even if he knows what it is, the famous Daywalker won't be able to escape from you. Besides, this method loses its value the moment it's known."

"The Book of the Blood God. What you saw in the other room, the legendary magical scroll written by the Blood God Madola himself," the fat man, Pearl, said with a sinister laugh, slowly introducing it to Blade. "Since the ancient script is lost, even Frost, who luckily obtained the Book of the Blood God, cannot decipher it and gain power from it. However, human technology has opened the door for us. With special programs and supercomputers, we can slowly translate and decipher it, thereby mastering its power."

Blade looked at the constantly flashing, cross-referenced characters on the screen. Having not received a Blood Clan education, he couldn't understand what the text said. The difference between non-pureblood Blood Clans and pureblood vampires lay here: one was a human who had been transformed mid-life and had been exposed to human civilization all along; the other, in addition to learning human culture and knowledge, had to receive education in vampire script and culture from childhood.

Although they were all nominally vampires, ordinary humans couldn't distinguish the difference. However, the gap between them was naturally defined.

"Just now, the Book of the Blood God has been completely deciphered. I've already sent the translated text to Frost. He will soon wield the power of the Blood God and reign over the Blood Clan, and then the entire human world."