บท 28: Chapter 28: Blood God (bonus 4/5)
As the clamor at the main gate reached their ears, the vampires swiftly converged to intercept the disturbance. The relentless sound of gunfire filled the air, but proved ineffective against their supernatural foes.
Unfazed by the bullets, Whistler pressed forward, his silver sword cutting through vampire flesh with a single powerful swing, reducing them to ashes.
"Blade, I am here," Whistler declared.
Like a god of war, Whistler effortlessly carved a path through the vampire horde. Soon, he arrived at the altar, where Blade's mother retreated in fear, pleading, "Spare me! I am Eric's mother."
Though taken aback by her revelation, Whistler swiftly cleaved the woman in two without hesitation. It was not that he doubted her words; rather, he sought to resolve Blade's troubles completely. Once Blade gained his freedom, he too would have sought her demise. It was the only way for her to find release.
Whistler then activated his high-frequency vibrations, splitting open the coffin with a single, swift strike. Blade, weakened and feeble, tumbled out and looked up at Whistler in astonishment, remarking, "A robot? Huh, why do you look like old man Whistler?"
"Because I am that old man, Whistler," Whistler chuckled, retrieving a vial of serum from his pocket and offering it to Blade. He said, "Swiftly recover, and then let go and kill that vile scum, Deacon."
"You are Whistler?" Blade asked, injecting the serum. "How did you become a robot? This machinery looks quite expensive."
Blade harbored a deep concern for financial matters, for hunting vampires demanded substantial resources. Silver bullets, concentrated garlic essence—all of it required funding. In fact, he often scavenged luxurious items from vampire corpses and sold them for profit.
"And now you are concerned about money?" Whistler quipped, placing the box down. He continued, "Just like you, I sold my soul to the boss."
Blade momentarily paused, then replied, "So you have also joined their ranks. Well, that suits us. We can continue our vampire slaying together."
"Indeed, that is excellent. The boss has only one condition for us—to exterminate vampires."
"I quite like that condition," Blade grinned, discarding the empty serum vial and rising from the ground. He asked, emanating a fierce aura, "Do we have weapons?"
"Of course we do," Whistler replied, opening the box to reveal an assortment of weaponry, including shotguns, UV grenades, and anti-coagulant potions, among others.
Among them, the anti-coagulant potions had been in their possession for some time. Trask had discovered that they caused vampires to explode, and so he equipped Whistler and the others with them.
"These are the weapons provided by the boss. Each one is of top-quality. Ah, and there's a pair of sunglasses here. The boss specifically sent them for you, claiming that the sunglasses embody your true essence."
"True essence?" Blade was momentarily speechless. After equipping himself with the weapons, he took the sunglasses and donned them, completing his entire appearance.
Blade with the sunglasses was the true Blade.
Without wasting any time, the formidable duo charged forward. Whistler wielded a shotgun while Blade brandished his sword, boldly shouting, "Deacon Frost, reveal yourself and meet your demise!"
Deacon remained silent, for the ritual had already been completed. He was undergoing a rapid transformation amidst the bloodshed.
"Stop Blade at all costs. Prevent him from interfering with Deacon," commanded Mercury, leading a group of elite vampires to guard the entrance. As soon as they spotted Blade and Whistler, they opened fire with intensity, some even aiming rocket launchers at Whistler.
Whistler shielded Blade with his own body, his eyes emanating ultraviolet rays that glowed like twin purple suns. Numerous vampires instantly disintegrated into ashes, while the remaining ones sought cover hastily behind the walls.
"Do you believe hiding will spare you? Blade, unleash the grenades," Whistler grinned ferociously, and together they hurled UV grenades into the area. Boom, boom, boom! The UV grenades exploded in succession, filling the surroundings with a radiant purple light. The vampires had no time to scream before succumbing to the same fate, reduced to ashes and vanishing.
Whistler stowed away the UV grenades and, alongside Blade, charged into the altar area. They discovered that most of the vampires lay lifeless, with only a few pureblood vampires like Mercury barely clinging to life. However, their condition was dire, resembling beings drenched in sulfuric acid.
Whistler swiftly moved to dispatch Mercury and the others, while Blade directed his attention to Deacon standing on the platform. Just as Blade prepared to strike, Deacon opened his blood-red eyes, grinning as he uttered, "Apologies, but you are too late. I am already the Blood God."
Upon speaking, Deacon's form flickered, and he suddenly appeared in front of Blade. With a powerful punch, he sent Blade hurtling more than ten meters away. Witnessing this, Whistler swiftly turned around and activated a Gatling mechanism, unleashing a hail of silver bullets upon Deacon.
Deacon displayed no fear, skillfully evading each bullet with nimble movements.
Deacon closed the distance between himself and Whistler, wearing an evil smile on his face as he delivered a mighty punch that sent Whistler flying, leaving an indented fist imprint on his chest armor.
Whistler cursed, and several mini-missiles emerged from his back, hurtling toward Deacon. However, Deacon easily evaded them, causing the missiles to explode with resounding booms, engulfing the area in flames and black smoke.
"It is futile. I am a god now," Deacon laughed heartily, raising his hands. Yet, at that moment, he felt a surge of weakness due to his excessive energy consumption. The power of the Blood God was indeed formidable but exceedingly draining.
Deacon's gaze shifted, and he made his way toward Mercury and the others. Witnessing Deacon's display of dominance, Mercury and the remaining vampires exclaimed excitedly, "Deacon is supreme!"
Deacon transformed into a mass of bloodlight, enveloping the ecstatic Mercury and the others. He stated, "For the great cause of the blood clan, I beseech you to become my sustenance."
For the Blood God, pureblood vampires were a source of immense power. Though Mercury and the others were in a state of complete shock, resistance was futile. They were swiftly consumed by Deacon.
"Scum remains scum," Whistler cursed, launching all the anti-coagulant potions he possessed toward the blood mass. Deacon paid no heed, for he was the Blood God—devoid of weaknesses, eternal, and indestructible.
Unbeknownst to Deacon, the anti-coagulant potions were the vampires' bane. With the injection of these potions, Deacon's body gradually swelled, teetering on the brink of explosion.
"No!"
Deacon's shock and fury reached their zenith. Gritting his teeth, he injected a small amount of blood into the still unconsumed body of Mercury.
In that precise moment, a Quin-jet soared overhead, its powerful engines resonating through the air. Within seconds, a meticulously designed missile was launched from the jet, fragmenting into a multitude of mini-missiles that cascaded down upon different strategic points within the sacred altar.
In a breathtaking display, the mini-missiles erupted in simultaneous explosions, bathing the altar in a vivid purple light. These groundbreaking projectiles were none other than the ingenious ultraviolet missiles crafted by the renowned Tony Stark.
The unleashed ultraviolet missiles not only created a blaze of scorching flames but also ignited a conflagration of unrivaled intensity. The long-neglected altar, worn down by time, succumbed to the ravaging inferno, collapsing in a cascade of ruins and billowing smoke.
"Damn it!" Whistler instinctively rushed to shield Blade, selflessly placing his own body between the young warrior and imminent danger. Meanwhile, a fortuitous twist of fate caused a rock to strike Deacon, unexpectedly triggering his explosive demise and sending droplets of blood splattering in every direction.
In the cockpit of the Quin-jet, Barton swiftly relayed critical information. "Missiles successfully launched, and we are preparing for landing."
"Excellent, Barton. Eradicate every last vampire. Leave none alive," Nick Fury commanded with an icy resolve. At long last, he had realized the depths of deception woven by Deacon. If not for the reports of the unfolding turmoil at the altar, he would have remained oblivious to the fact that the Deacon in his car had been a malicious imposter.
"Understood," Barton acknowledged, deftly maneuvering the fighter jet towards its descent. Subsequently, a highly skilled team of ten individuals disembarked from the aircraft, cautiously advancing toward the remnants of the once-hallowed altar. Their poised and vigilant stance, firearms at the ready, epitomized their professionalism and readiness to confront the looming threat.
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