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Power stone, please
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"Why should I apologize for being a monster? Has anyone ever apologized for turning me into one?" – Juuzou Suzuya (Tokyo Ghoul)
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Downey ran away griefly, pressing one hand tightly on the wig on his head. He was very sad. He felt that this was not the way to go. He had already begun to carefully consider whether to buy some hair restorer. It is said that the gadget works quickly.
The old bartender pouted: "I don't think you need to bring any ultraviolet grenades to fight vampires. You just need to stand at the door of the night club and take off your wig. It reflects the sun to kill those animals. It's simple and economical, and most importantly. It has good results and quick results."
Downey had a dark face and couldn't communicate with the old bartender. The two were not on the same channel at all.
"Okay, it's useless. We should prepare for tonight's battle. Let's get some food and recharge our energy. Dickon is a very cunning guy." Downey is serious, and it's best tonight. Can grab Diacon and kill him in one breath, if not, then we can only go shopping with Diacon's reserve force.
He is not worried about ordinary vampires and hagui tribes, he is more worried about whether Dicken will become a god, and where Dicken's plan is going.
Blood God is an artificial high-level creature, silver weapons and sunlight will be completely ineffective, the obvious weakness of vampires no longer exists, the blood **** can regenerate infinitely, no matter how hacked, it can instantly recover.
Downey has always suspected that the existence of the blood **** is an attempt to solve the weaknesses of the vampires, and they succeeded, with super regenerative ability, unkillable characteristics, ignoring the sun and silver, super speed and power, plus The infection ability that may be greatly strengthened...
If Dickon, who became the blood god, were released, it would be a great disaster.
The two returned to the car. The old bartender went to the roadside store to buy some food and water. After a meal, Downey closed his eyes and prepared for the night's battle. The bits and pieces of the fire source can be released, filling the five upgraded Transformers, five of which are the numbers he currently thinks is the best cost-effective number, and a few more can be used as cannon fodder. He is still reluctant to use the fire source. Energy squandered.
Downey has discovered that the total energy of the fire source itself is slowly increasing. It seems that although the bottle is broken, the water in it is actually irrelevant before it reaches the gap and overflows. The damage of the bottle itself temporarily does not lock his strength growth in a short period of time.
"Fourth-level mutant..." Downey murmured. Everyone said that the terrible fluctuations he showed when he awakened were at the fourth-level. The moment of awakening burst out, second only to the mutant bipolarity, so there are related detections. Everyone at the instrument said he was level four.
But at what level and what level is "Level 4"? Although the fourth-level mutants are rare, they are not so few. The most famous are undoubtedly the mutants Bipolar, Professor X and Magneto, as well as the brand king, Xiao, Tianqi, etc., all of which are fourth-level.
Take Professor X as an example. His mind control is totally unreasonable, but as long as he has that special telepathic helmet, Downey suspects that a weak chicken with a knife can hack Professor X to death.
Theoretically speaking, Professor X and Downey are similar in some respects. Both can control large-scale troops to fight. They are nothing more than a controller and a transformer. It's just that the professor refuses to do this out of morals and instincts. Just do it.
"I was born at level 4, but didn't reach level 4..." Downey closed his eyes and opened them slowly, as if he knew how to leave in the future.
When he dealt with hatred, it can be said that he exploded once, and it was the only time, leaving deep scars on his fire source, and cut off the head of hatred at the painful price of burning the fire source. Just as a fifth-level piano would have to obliterate some of its masters every time it used the power of the phoenix, the cost of exploding the seeds was too great, and it would be too costly to walk on the edge of life and death, and the cost would be large enough for a lifetime to pay.
When killing Abomination, did his fire source strengthen the material of Optimus Prime? Or is it... the fire energy itself is an external additive?
Downey sighed slightly, the fire source in his mind was still flickering and dimming at ordinary times, constantly jumping. Downey could feel that the fire source was absorbing free particles from the outside world and used it as fuel for continuous recovery.
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Time passed quietly, just as Downey and the old bartender's eyes closed, the sun set and darkness fell.
Pedestrians hurried back to their homes. There were rumors in the local area that ghosts would haunt them at night, specifically hunting down pedestrians alone. If you want to keep yourself and your family safe, don't go out at night.
Downey and the old bartender opened their eyes almost at the same time. The moon was high and the night was lonely. It was a good time to clean up the vampires. Downey glanced at the old bartender unexpectedly. This old guy was extremely keen. Seeing how he quietly arranged his weapons and equipment, he was obviously an old hand with guns.
It seems that this old guy is really versatile, he accidentally **** a great helper...
The old bartender noticed his gaze and raised his head in surprise: "What's the matter?" While talking, he skillfully bolted a row of ultraviolet grenades to his waist and placed a few small ones on his legs. Silver knives.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt... you are an old thing sometimes reliable, it's rare..." Downey smiled.
The old bartender provoked the corners of his mouth. He was justified and arrogant. He fled for most of his life. He didn't know how many shots and arrows he had experienced. A lot of his skills were acquired through self-study and life and death.
He followed Downey out of the car and stared at the young man walking in front. This fading immature and fast-mature boy might still be a good teammate, at least don't worry about his hind legs. Sometimes it's really inexplicable. Peace of mind...
The night is quiet, a few figures lurking quietly.
What surprised them was that there was another guy who chose to do it tonight just like them.
This is a tall and burly man, with a tall and straight body with that hideous muscles, which makes people feel that this person is not easy to provoke at first glance. With two Tang knives on his back, a grenade hung around his waist, and a special firearm in his hand, he slowly walked towards Downey.
"Enemy? Friendly?" Downey narrowed his eyes, and the newly built Tinder armor was ready to go.
The old bartender silently raised the gun and pulled off the insurance.
"I'm a fellow, like you, I came to kill vampires."
The big man walked over generously, slowly took off his glasses, and revealed a big eye-catching white tooth. Among the upper and lower rows of teeth, four of the teeth were the longest and extremely dazzling.
"Introduce myself. My name is Daofeng. The vampires call me a daywalker. I have been waiting for you for a long time. We are the same in killing vampires." The big man showed his big white teeth. In the dark, he felt like Donny's brain. The sons are all bright.
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Good day