Chương 57: Blade Warrior
A silver bullet hit Dickon.
The bullet fell into Dickon's body in an instant, without any suspense. The old bartender looked expectantly, but the reality would eventually disappoint him. Blood God is no longer capable of killing silver bullets.
Dickon laughed wildly, put his hand in his chest, and took out the silver bullet. On the chest wound, I saw the thick blood flowing out and rolling a few times, and the wound was immediately healed.
This is the vitality of the blood god, it is impossible to kill him by conventional means, otherwise the blood **** would be a joke at all.
"Donny! You will soon let me swallow you, you will become one of the corpses of my highest throne! I will use your blood as my sacrifice to rule the world!"
Dicken stretched his hand forward, and countless viscous blood split out from his body. God knows how Dicken's tiny body can hold so much blood! As far as Dickon was concerned, every drop of blood in his body was the best weapon. This is also the origin of his name-Blood God!
He swallowed twelve noble thoroughbreds and a large number of subordinates, plus the blood of Downey that Daywalker even did not know where he got it, his body had merged with too much blood. The source inscribed in these bloodlines is constantly fusing in his body, going back to the root, and rapidly improving his life essence under the power of this mysterious altar.
rumbling!
A river of blood fell from the sky and crashed on the three of Downey. The **** smell that rushed to the face made people vomit. This smell seemed to have accumulated for countless years, and it was not completely exposed to the world until today. Countless souls wailed in the river of blood. One after another, howling blood bodies came out of the river, and were soon submerged. The new blood man came out again. They reached out to the three of Downey, trying to kill them too. Pull in.
"What the **** is this, run away!"
The three of them had pale faces. This crazy scene was unheard of. As long as you are not stupid, you know that this thing is absolutely untouchable. Downey's three people either left or right, respectively.
This altar is located in the center, with twelve entrances in all directions. The criss-crossing route also delayed a lot of time when Downey and the others came in, otherwise it would not let the situation fall to the present scene, extremely passive.
The blade jumped and fell into the nearest passage. This passage was not the one they came in, it was very strange. Some vampires hiding here saw someone rushing in and couldn't wait to rush to kill the intruder.
Many vampires understand that they may have lost Diacon's trust, or Diacon has never really trusted them. They are eager to prove to Dickon that their group of vampires is still useful, at least it can help him clean up some small things.
Such as this blade, kill him, and once again loyal to His Majesty Dickon.
One of the Tang swords of the blade had been lost just now. He drew out another Tang sword, slashed it sideways, and killed several vampires in a row. Then there was another upturn, another knife swing, and once again killed the two vampires who had caught up. Silver weapons are deadly to vampires. As long as the vampires touch one point, their entire body will burn quickly and turn to ashes.
A slender figure strikes among the flashes of lightning, her figure is amazingly fast! The blade had nowhere to receive force in the air. It was just an elbow blow. The blade flew out like a broken kite and hit the wall hard.
"Damn, who is it?"
The blade coughed and barely got up. The force of the blow was too heavy. He looked down and found that the high-quality body armor was dented.
Until he raised his head, he was shocked.
This is a slender woman with fluttering hair. Despite a light makeup on her face, it is difficult to conceal her extraordinary charm. The most important thing is that this woman looks like a blade.
In other words, the blade looks like this woman.
A terrible thought appeared in the mind of the vampire hunter, Blade, this thought made him as strong as steel extremely frightened.
I am your mother." The female vampire said, plain and flat, as if she was talking about what to eat tomorrow.
"She died long ago, who are you?"
"You thought I was dead, but I didn't."
The blade looked terrifying, he held the Tang Dao tightly, and rushed up crazy despite Whistler's loud dissuasion in his headset. He wants to use actions to tell himself that the female vampire in front of him cannot be his dead mother, even if the two people look alike, it is absolutely impossible!
He is a blade warrior! A vampire hunter who kills all vampires as his lifelong belief! He could never have a vampire mother!
The female vampire is faster than the blade. She easily dodges the blade's slash and hit the blade in the stomach with a punch. When the blade fell on the ground, it was about to kick the opponent down, but the female vampire dodged it sensitively. The speed of this female vampire is very fast, at least faster than the blade.
"You are my son, and you are also a member of vampires. Your bloodthirsty impulse can't deceive people. You are also longing for human blood. You are one of us." The female vampire speaks very softly, and every word is like It was a 10,000-ton meteorite that smashed into Blade's heart.
"I am a human! I am a blade warrior! I am a blade warrior who has frightened countless vampires!" The blade lay on the ground, roaring like a wounded beast. He felt that his conviction was broken, and a deep rift appeared in his pursuit.
"I use my life's energy to kill vampires until I fall forever."
Blade's edge said that every word seemed to be cut from the heart, with blood and heat. He was trembling slightly, he couldn't believe why the facts turned out to be like this, it was so bloody.
It depends on you?" The female vampire sneered. After she was transformed by Diacon, she was finally accepted by Diacon because of her higher physique than other vampires, until today.
Dickon has succeeded. He has become a blood god. Who else can stop Dickon? The female vampire is proud of her choice and proud of being bitten by Dickon.
All mankind will become blood food, but she is a member of the noble vampire! High above!
"It's up to you?"
She stepped heavily on her son's head and trampled on the dignity of the blade, her eyes as if she was looking at a stranger. Different beliefs, different ideas, and species are no longer the same. They are each other's mortal enemies, so how can family affection be said? She is fascinated by her identity as a vampire. This is the temperament of a person on the food chain who lives and kills. If he is still that weak human, how can he have a long life and strong strength?
Vampires are the most noble.
The blade was lying on the ground, and despite the fact that this familiar and unfamiliar woman trampled heavily, his hands clenched unconsciously. He was in a trance, mother... what should he look like?
Countless days and nights~ Dao Feng asked himself, what kind of magical existence such a mother should be? He saw many, many people, the big one holding the small one, and the big one and the small two hands swayed as he walked. He was envious and jealous, but as he grew up, all his energy was filled with vampires, as if killing a vampire was the whole meaning of his life.
Countless lonely days and nights, except for meeting the old Whistler guy later, Blade is alone. When night falls, he will tell himself like this:
I am a blade, and I will hunt down vampires all my life until I die.
I am a blade, I chase vampires all my life until I die.
I am the blade...
"Just rely on me..." The blade slowly raised his head, and against the trampling of the strange woman, the man raised his proud head slowly but decisively.
Just rely on me!
I'm a human being!
I am the blade!
I've always been a human being!
Just because I made vampires frightened-Blade Warrior!
He raised his head.
The burly man finally raised his proud head. He threw down his sunglasses, which were his favorite sunglasses. They accompanied him for countless days and nights. At this moment, he was completely crushed by the blade, as if he had completely bid farewell to the past.
Only I am a blade!! I am a blade warrior!!!"
This great warrior picked up the sword that belonged only to him. Fang Zheng's face was full of rocks and fortitude that could not shake him. He roared and shouted slogans, "Blade!" "Blade!" "Blade!" "He rushed over, like a lonely warrior, rushing to the enemy without fear of death!
Blade!
Blade! !
Blade! ! !
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