Sacrifice Ritual

At seven in the evening, a full moon rose above the clouds. Camilla, frustratedly applying sunscreen, squatted outside. This was her first time leaving the house in over ten days.

Not far from her, Bai Ye, dressed in casual clothes with one hand in his pocket, lightly pressed the doorbell in front of him.

The moment the doorbell chimed, the door immediately opened.

Gwen, neatly dressed in a bright yellow hoodie and light blue straight-leg pants, opened the door. Seeing Bai Ye at the entrance, she happily waved. "Perfect timing. I'm all ready. Let's go."

"Yeah, let's eat first. I remember there's a Chinese restaurant nearby that tastes pretty good. I'm not sure if you can handle it." Bai Ye smiled, casually taking the girl's soft right hand as he asked.

She had not expected Bai Ye to be so proactive today, and Gwen's face flushed slightly. "I... I guess it's fine. I can give it a try."

"Then let's give it a try. After dinner, we can walk around for a while, then go see a movie. Come to think of it, I still don't know which movie you're taking me to see today."

Bai Ye said with a smile. He gently tugged Gwen's arm and led her toward the Chinese restaurant, while his left hand gave a slight wave behind his back, signaling Camilla to follow.

"Ugh..." Camilla sighed speechlessly, got to her feet, and trailed Bai Ye from two hundred meters away like a simp, making sure she did not leave his control range.

A two-hundred-meter radius was Bai Ye's current safety distance.

With his current speed, as long as he wanted to, he could strike any target within that range in three seconds. That was why he was not afraid of Camilla running away.

"By the way, Chief George won't be angry that I invited you out today, right?" Bai Ye asked with a smile, turning his head as he held Gwen's hand.

His handsome face and gentle smile made Gwen's heart skip a beat. Her gaze flusteredly shifted away from him. "No. Dad said I just need to come home early after the movie."

"Public safety in New York City has been a little bad lately, so it's understandable to get home early. I heard there was a Murder Demon slaughtering gang members a while back. Did the Chief catch him?" Bai Ye asked casually.

According to psychological research, many murderers returned to the scene after killing to admire their handiwork. Bai Ye seemed to be in that state of mind right now.

Hearing Bai Ye ask about the case, Gwen gently shook her head. "That Murder Demon disappeared after showing up for only two days. There hasn't been any news of him for a long time. Maybe he's gone into hiding."

"Is that so?" Bai Ye nodded thoughtfully. It seemed the police had indeed not connected him to the case, but that was normal. Who would associate him with a bald, scar-faced, disfigured man?

Of course, as time passed, Bai Ye was no longer worried about things like murder cases. His strength was simply increasing far faster than he had expected.

A human who could throw a twenty-ton punch and move at one hundred meters per second could cause terrifying destruction in the city.

Unless the United States government was willing to drop a weapon of mass destruction like a nuclear bomb on New York, conventional individual firearms would never be able to lock onto him as long as he had time to react.

Even if they launched a surprise attack, Bai Ye still had 0.2 free Attribute Points. Any injury could instantly recover once he added points.

That was also why he dared to openly pursue a police chief's daughter.

In downtown New York, twelve enormous stone pillars carved with ancient patterns stood around the base of a massive building made of stacked white marble.

Countless pale-skinned men and women had gathered here, all staring at the man in the center.

"My fellow clansmen, our race has endured humanity's oppression for long enough. I am tired of all the negative effects that come with being a vampire, but after today, we will no longer have to endure any of it." The vampire Deacon spread his arms and shouted to all the vampires present.

"According to the deciphered texts of ancient books, the first vampires had no weaknesses at all."

"As long as twelve Pureblood Vampires are sacrificed on the night of a full moon, combined with the Daywalker's blood, we can summon the Blood God to bless us. From then on, we too can walk normally beneath the sun."

"And I will become the progenitor of a new vampire bloodline and embrace you, overwriting the flaws in your genes that make you vulnerable to sunlight and silver."

As Deacon described that future, the breathing of the men and women present gradually became heavier.

The reason they had been oppressed by humans was because their weaknesses were too fatal. But if things truly went as Deacon said, and they became supernatural creatures without weaknesses, then vampires would once again stand at the top of the food chain.

Of course, more importantly, if this method of sacrifice was correct, it would not merely create one new vampire bloodline. By repeatedly replicating the ritual, countless vampire main bloodlines could emerge.

Watching the vampires he had stirred up, Deacon laughed triumphantly in his heart. These people had no idea that sacrifices could not only be repeated in quantity, but the same vampires could also be used multiple times.

12 Pureblood Vampires + Daywalker = a new vampire bloodline

Then what would happen if this process were replicated again?

According to the ancient texts, similar sacrifices could be repeated almost infinitely.

In his eyes, everyone present was not his kin at all, but merely resources for his ascension. That was why he had risked discovery to gather vampires from all over the world.

To fight the human governments, I need to perform at least five consecutive purification rituals tonight. I need at least sixty Pureblood Vampires. The ones here should be enough, Deacon thought.

With a wave of Deacon's hand, twelve selected Pureblood Vampires, stripped of their ability to resist, were quickly placed beneath the ritual pillars. The ceremony began under the gaze of all the vampires present.

Above this space, Blade, who had been imprisoned for days, had his wrists cut open by sharp blades. Great quantities of blood flowed through pipes toward the Sacrifice Ritual.

"So this is where those vampire bastards gathered?"

At the same time, outside the building, a man in an American army uniform with a cigarette in his mouth gazed at the ancient structure and muttered. Behind him stood thousands of fully armed American army soldiers.

"Once we're inside, no talking. If they're vampires, shoot them all down with tranquilizer guns." After Ross spoke, large groups of soldiers immediately strode inside.