Transfer

Beneath the sinkhole was an area the size of a football field. Su Ming calculated the speed and duration of his descent and concluded that the spire was roughly eight hundred meters tall.

At the bottom of the sinkhole, piercing alarms echoed. Several pale-faced people were busy with various instruments and equipment, apparently checking what had gone wrong with the spire.

"Leave it to you." Su Ming turned to Ghost Rider beside him.

The flaming pupils of the Ghost Rider glanced at him. The flaming skull nodded, and he released the horse's reins before pulling a lever-action rifle from the saddlebag.

As Hellfire spread over it, the weapon became massive and menacing. Intricate patterns outlined a violent beauty, while the gun's caliber swelled as though being inflated.

Half a second later, he held a grenade launcher whose muzzle was ringed with skulls.

"Hyah!"

He fiercely squeezed the horse's flanks. The burning warhorse instantly accelerated, and the firelight in the cavern plummeted downward.

The vampires naturally noticed the source of light, but it was already too late. The enormous bullet wrapped in Hellfire exploded violently amid the crowd.

The moment even a wisp of flame touched them, the blaze spread across their bodies, turning the bloodkin into Human Torches.

Amid repeated gunshots, Su Ming landed at the base of the spire. This was the control room, used to monitor the livestock throughout the entire spire.

From the display screens, the spire looked like a long string of inverted grapes. Every one of those "grapes" was now marked with a red dot, indicating death.

After casually stabbing several obstructive bloodkin to death with Godslayer, Su Ming searched the surroundings. But just as Satana had said, vampires had nothing.

Other than a few bottles that looked like red wine but were actually prized