Mad Dog Unleashed

Outside the cinema, under Camilla's stare, Bai Ye could not help but shudder, as though he were being watched by some natural predator.

What's wrong with this woman? Bai Ye frowned slightly, instinctively stepping in front of Gwen.

"Bai Ye, what's wrong?" Gwen noticed his movement and looked up in confusion, only to see that his expression was extremely grave.

"I don't know. Go inside the cinema first. This place might be dangerous." Sensing that something was wrong with Camilla's current state, Bai Ye spoke in a low voice.

"Oh!" Gwen thoughtfully looked at the beautiful woman staring in their direction from afar. Countless guesses arose in her mind, but she obediently entered the cinema anyway.

With this constitution, he must be turned into a bloodkin! The Dimensional Demon God looked at Bai Ye through Camilla's eyes, filled with astonishment.

From her observation, Bai Ye was like a humanoid little sun walking through the night. Though his strength was nothing remarkable, the immortality granted by his 2.8 constitution and talent thousands of times greater than that of ordinary people made her take notice.

With such heaven-defying talent, if he becomes a bloodkin and receives my careful cultivation, he will definitely become a combatant no weaker than me within a few hundred thousand years.

Looking at the exceptionally conspicuous man in her sight, the Blood God could barely suppress her greed. She had only descended on a whim to take a look, yet she had unexpectedly found someone on the level of Tang Sanzang's flesh.

Although she desperately craved Bai Ye's body, she also knew that a small horse could not pull a heavy cart.

Even though she could control the bodies of descendants who carried her bloodline, Camilla's constitution was absolutely no match for the man before her, so she decided to call for help.

Seeing Bai Ye approaching with vigilance and killing intent written across his face, the Blood God swiftly severed her connection with Camilla to avoid alerting him.

The next moment, Camilla's consciousness regained control of her body. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Bai Ye gripping her by the throat and lifting her into the air.

"What's wrong with you?" Camilla was completely dumbfounded. She had only spaced out for a moment, yet Bai Ye had somehow come before her and lifted her up.

"Don't you know what you just did?" Bai Ye questioned as he looked at the baffled woman. Could vampires have some kind of split personality disorder too?

"Just now? I think I sensed the Blood God descending." Camilla's expression turned thoughtful.

That thunderous boom from the center of New York City had made her bloodline tremble uncontrollably. When she came back to her senses, Bai Ye was already choking her.

"The Blood God..." Bai Ye was speechless. The moment that thing was mentioned, he already knew how far the Blade movie plot had progressed.

But had there been a scene like this in the original plot? Or had the fusion of multiple worldviews caused the plot to collapse?

At this moment, quite a few people on the surrounding streets were looking over curiously.

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Ye released her and explained, "You seemed possessed just now. Something was wrong with your state. Wait here for me. We'll go back together later."

"Aren't you going to watch the movie?"

"With things like this, what movie is there to watch? Whatever it is, we'll talk after tonight is over." With that, Bai Ye turned and walked into the cinema.

At that moment, in downtown New York, swarms of vampires were being slaughtered by the army and reduced to ashes.

At the center of the building, Deacon held his hands high, feeling the immense power surging through his body.

The bloodline exchanged for the lives of twelve purebloods had replaced his blood, turning him into the progenitor of a new vampire branch.

"Deacon, did the ritual succeed?" A vampire asked anxiously. "The human army outside has already reached the entrance. If nothing has changed, they'll kill us all here."

"Of course it succeeded."

Deacon grinned and glanced at every pureblood present. With a slight movement, his body turned into an afterimage and shot through the stone door at high speed.

He planned to deal with the human army outside first, then turn every pureblood vampire present into his own power.

Outside the door, after advancing all the way, the first wave of troops had successfully arrived. Just before they entered, an imperceptible figure flashed past.

The figure instantly passed through layer upon layer of vaporized Garlic essence and Ultraviolet rays.

Along both sides of its path, the heads of more than a hundred American army soldiers flew into the sky in an instant. Torrential blood mist filled the corridor in moments, carrying a powerful stench that made people retch.

"What happened? Who did this?"

"Damn mutants! This is definitely a mutant conspiracy!"

"Stay alert! Stay alert!"

The losses were dozens of times greater than before, and the invisible enemy threw the entire American army unit into chaos.

Because the attack had come so suddenly, and because more than a hundred men had been lost in an instant despite all the preparations around them, no one believed the attacker was a vampire. They thought it was an attack by mutants.

At that moment, wild laughter rang out from above the crowd. Everyone looked toward the source, where Deacon stood atop a massive boulder.

After greedily inhaling the thick smell of blood in the air, both his pupils and the whites of his eyes were flooded with crimson. He looked down arrogantly at the American army below.

Deacon lightly jumped down from the boulder. He had originally intended to deliver a speech of victory, but the panicked soldiers did not dare give him the chance. Silver bullets were instantly aimed at him, and an immense barrage opened fire.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

In an instant, gunfire roared. Countless bullets struggled through Deacon's tough skin, only to be firmly lodged in his muscles, unable to advance any farther.

With no intention of defending himself, Deacon allowed the silver bullets to ravage every inch of his skin.

The barrage lasted for more than ten seconds.

When he felt it was enough, Deacon, whose entire body was densely embedded with bullets, raised his hands. Every inch of muscle in his body tensed, and his immense strength instantly forced the bullets out of his skin.

Before the terrified eyes of countless American army soldiers, hundreds of bullets were launched back at speeds no slower than when they had been fired, piercing straight through their bodies.

Deacon still stood where he was. Crimson blood flowed silently over him, covering every bullet hole and restoring him to his original state in an instant.

Just as he bared his fangs and prepared to slaughter everyone present, his gaze could not help turning eastward.

Though there was only a mottled white wall before him, an intense attraction came from that direction.

It was as though someone was telling him from within that he had to turn a man in that direction into a vampire, even if it meant dying to do so.

Then, the very next second that thought arose in his mind, the ground began to tremble slightly.

Under his bewildered gaze, the thousands of surviving vampires poured out from the stone door in full force and surged eastward.

"What are you doing? Have you gone mad?"

As he endured the intense desire in his heart, Deacon shouted, feeling for the first time that things had slipped beyond his control.