The deafening noise and ever-intensifying tremors had long since drawn Donnie and the others' attention. They looked wary, exchanged glances, and went on guard. Their life-and-death experience on the battlefield told them that something terrifying was waiting ahead.
Donnie was deeply worried. This abnormal change had to mean Deacon was carrying out the ritual. But he simply could not understand—without enough Daywalker blood, how had Deacon managed it?
The Blood God's greatest distinction was by no means its immense power. What truly made the Blood God special was that he could cast off every Vampire weakness. He feared neither sunlight nor silver weapons, nor did he feel disgust, nausea, or revulsion toward garlic. The Blood God was essentially an upgraded Vampire, with even greater combat power, the trait of being impossible to kill, and no obvious weaknesses.
All of this depended on having a Daywalker.
The birth of a Daywalker was a low-probability miracle born from countless impossibilities! It might involve life factors on a fundamental level, something that had to be approached from the source of genetic codes. Over the past several thousand years, how many Daywalkers like Blade Warrior had actually been born? If it were truly so easy, Blood Gods would have been everywhere already. A Daywalker could be repeatedly bled dry, and as for using the lives of those twelve noble purebloods as sacrifices... only twelve of them—did they really think the Vampire Kingdom would care that much?!
The birth of a Blood God was extremely difficult. Special lifeforms like Daywalkers were far too hard to find; otherwise, the method of creating a Blood God would not have been lost. Yet such a secret had actually been deciphered by a gifted member of the Ha-Ghost Clan.
The three followed the passage to the very bottom. Countless