Chapter 790: The Blood God Descends (Double Monthly Tickets? I Didn’t Even Know That!) Asking for the Last Double Monthly Ticket!!

Legend has it that this manor was built by the first group of colonists. Of course, this may be nonsense, because when the first group of colonists arrived in America, they had nothing and were all paupers. After all, rich people would not come out to colonize. But the legend is like this.

The earliest manor was called the Esworth Manor. They started with a small wooden house and gradually turned it into a castle. They lived here for nearly a hundred years. Then in the War of Independence, the owner of the manor led the militia to join the Continental Army. Although the Continental Army at that time was quite poor, if it were not for the French, the United States would not have appeared at all. But at least it was independent, so the owner of the manor got the title of a founding father.

The manor and the family began to prosper until the War of Independence began in 1861. This family seemed to be cursed, and the population became sparser from generation to generation. In the early 20th century, all the people in this manor died in a fire.

The manor has since changed hands, but strangely, no one can live in this manor until the second year. Until a doctor bought the manor because it was cheap and converted it into a hospital.

Doctors at that time were not as civilized and polite as they are now. It can even be said that early modern medicine was as brutal as a butcher. After all, even frontal lobotomy surgery could win the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Just imagine what kind of environment that was.

Then this doctor became the worst doctor in local history. It was okay to let him prescribe medicine, but if you let him perform surgery... then congratulations, you would die on the operating table even if you cut a mole... Then the doctor was shot by angry residents at the time. Just kidding, he performed ten operations, and eleven people died! One of them was a pregnant woman who died after only cutting corns. How could she not be killed?

Then the hospital became a mental hospital, which is also hard to describe.

Since the mental hospital began to accept patients, according to records, a total of 1,200 mental patients were admitted, but none of them were discharged alive, and all were buried in the cemeteries on both sides of the manor. Such a place where death is 100% will naturally not be able to operate.

Then this place was abandoned.

The local government naturally cannot sell such a weird place again, so it has been sealed off.

Locals are unwilling to come here, let alone approach this place.

But there are quite a few people here today.

Of course... they can't be called people.

But when Hannibal and Blade sneaked in, several vampires were chatting next to the convoy.

"When can we leave this damn place?" A vampire took out a bag of plasma from the freezer in the car, and complained to his companions while sucking it: "You are still lucky. You can go out and have fun every once in a while, but what about us? We guard this broken place all day long, and even eat bags of blood. We are going crazy these days."

"Don't think about enjoying it. Life in New York has not been easy recently. You know, the daywalker is back.

"Come back! Do you think I'm afraid?" This is obviously bragging. Anyone can hear that he is timid. He is a vampire version of Ah Q. "So what about the daywalker! He's just a human, our food..."

"Ha, you're so impressive. How about you go next time when we deliver supplies? It just so happens that Daywalker is looking for us everywhere. What do you think? Do you dare?"

"Let's go! I'll fight him!" The person who said this must have been really bored here and started to talk without thinking.

"Oh? Really?" Just then, a person appeared behind them.

"Who are you?" The vampire turned his head to look at the person, then turned back and said to the others without taking it seriously: "This person is so annoying."

The remaining four people looked at him in amazement as if they had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his companions making a fuss, the vampire was unhappy. "Are you stupid?"

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." A vampire pointed behind the idiot and couldn't even speak clearly.

Fortunately, this guy didn't speak Chinese, otherwise it would have become a swear word.

"Fuck? "The guy tilted his head and looked at his companion.

"Daywalker!!!" The tongue finally straightened out.

The idiot with his back to the Daywalker finally reacted: "You said...he...is behind me?"

The four vampires nodded desperately.

Although the guy was a little thick-skinned, he reacted very quickly. The moment his companion nodded, he rushed forward, but the speed of the blade was obviously faster.

Swish!

The silver sword was unsheathed, the head was cut off, and it was put back into the sheath.

The funny vampire turned into ashes with a scream.

"Daywalker!!!" "The four vampires immediately let out the loudest screams of their lives!

The Daywalker frowned over his sunglasses, reached into his windbreaker, and threw out four darts. The spinning shadow intercepted the four fleeing vampires from the side. One vampire reacted a little slower, and half of his leg was cut off by the spinning shadow, and he fell to the ground screaming. The other vampire stopped, but the blade behind him caught up with him and grabbed his neck.

Crack!

It broke his neck.

He lost control of his limbs and fell to the ground. But he didn't die, the vitality of vampires is so strong.

But the next second, his head was crushed by a pair of leather shoes with shiny metal pieces.

Crash!

Turned into ashes.

As I said, Blade is a professional at killing vampires. All the metal decorations on his body are silver alloy or pure silver.

The remaining two vampires were much luckier. They were hit in the vitals by darts at the first time. They died without even feeling any pain.

After dealing with these enemies, a bunch of vampires rushed out of the castle soon. Looking at the crowd rushing around, Blade wiped his hands on his waist and threw darts one by one. His hands did not stop, and a series of screams rang out from the opposite side.

But to be honest, Blade's dart accuracy... can't be considered bad, but it can't be compared with Batman. If Batman was here, he could kill those people, oh no, vampires, with darts alone.

After throwing the darts, Blade pulled out his silver sword and a claw-shaped dagger. This strange dagger was found by him in a vampire nest in Europe. It is said to be a holy object. He doesn't know what is strange about it. He only knows that this thing is very good at killing vampires.

Blade relies on three things to kill vampires.

Guns, usually silver bullets, sometimes some garlic polymers, and ultraviolet bullets.

Darts, at close range, this thing is better than guns.

Then there is close combat with a sword.

Compared with Blade, vampires have extremely obvious disadvantages, such as fear of light, fear of silver, etc. Blade doesn't care about these things at all. Not only that, he also has strength, speed and regeneration ability that ordinary vampires can't match, which can be said to crush those vampires in all aspects.

So close combat is his favorite way of fighting.

So, a group of vampires and Blade started a bloody fight in front of the castle, just like they have always done.

…

Inside the castle, a pale-faced man with sunken eyes and a bit of "evil and crazy" temperament heard the sound of fighting outside, and his face became extremely bad.

"How is it possible! How did the daywalker find this place!"

He is Deacon Fess, an extremist among vampires, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a terrorist. His extreme views are not only for humans, but also for vampires. He is also an extremely dangerous person.

The Vampire Council does not like this guy, even the vampires who belong to the mixed blood faction do not like him.

Just like in the Arab world, not everyone likes those terrorists.

Because the violence and terror of those terrorists are not only aimed at Americans, but also at other people who disagree with their views.

This is the case with Deacon Faith.

His cruelty is not only aimed at humans, but also at some vampires who disagree with his views. Even pure-blood vampires are his enemies. This guy thinks that pure-blood vampires are weak chickens who are pretentious! Vampires should not rely on blood to determine their status, but on ability.

For example, he, Deacon Faith, should be the king of all vampires, and those who disagree with this are idiots!

According to some rumors, the Vampire Council has long suspected that Deacon Faith is related to the disappearance of several pure-blood vampires. Unfortunately, there is no evidence. Vampires are forbidden to kill each other. This is an iron rule, especially for pure-bloods, because their numbers are too small.

In short, he is a madman.

No one likes him, so naturally no one is optimistic about his so-called Blood God Project.

He can only do it by himself.

But some things are simple when they are planned, but when they are really done, you will find that they are really fucking difficult!

For example, the author once planned to update 10,000 words every day, but in the end he found that he was handicapped and had no medicine to cure, so he could only update a little bit every day to maintain his life.

Deacon Fesby is better than the author.

He was hit hard by reality. For the Blood God Project, he ran all over North America to collect information and conduct experiments, but found that it didn't work. He went to Europe to find the remains of those lost vampire clans, and visited or stole the classics and secrets of those ancient clans.

But even so, when he returned to the United States and wanted to continue his experiments, he found that he had no corresponding resources.

Although he is famous, it's a pity that this thing can't be used as money. He is not one of those pure-bloods with ancient family heritage, he is just a hybrid. He may be rich, but the problem is that money is not equal to resources. For example, some precious experimental equipment cannot be bought with money. It requires channels, not to mention that he himself is not as rich as imagined.

His own faction is just a small faction, there is no way.

Finally, he got in touch with Kingpin and solved these problems. The plan was about to succeed... but now Blade has come to the door!

Deacon Fess is in a circular hall in the castle. The main body of the hall is underground. Above the hall without a zenith is a starry night sky, and the scenery is magnificent. The hall is like a huge deep well, and there are traces of excavation and cleaning in many places. There are even some broken stones and tools left on the side in many places.

On the surrounding stone walls, rows of line patterns are engraved from top to bottom. These lines look a bit inexplicable, a bit like words, and a bit like simple patterns.

If you look closely, you will find that this hall is not a regular prototype, but a thirteen-sided solid. There are a bunch of scientific instruments under each stone wall, and in the center of the instruments is a huge glass jar!

The glass jar is filled with blue liquid, and in the liquid are people with their eyes closed, and these people are full of various catheters.

There are also many people working next to the instruments, seemingly debugging something.

And these are all the hard work of Deacon Fess!

Let's talk about this hall, this is not an ordinary thing. This thing is the original ancient altar stolen from Egypt by a certain generation of the head of the Esworth family, the original owner of this manor. It is a national treasure, and it has strange power itself, otherwise this manor would not be so evil.

Legend has it that this is the altar used by the first vampires in ancient times to worship their ancestors.

In order to find this thing, Deacon Fess has been looking for decades! If he hadn't found this thing, he would not have been able to carry out the Blood God Project at all.

It is also because of the importance of this thing that Deacon Fess hid this place tightly and didn't let it see the light of day again until the last moment of the experiment.

But now Blade has found it!

How can he accept this?

Blade found this place, which means that he only has one chance!

If he fails, this place will definitely be destroyed, and then his dream will be completely over.

Not to mention the experimental equipment and the sacrifices that were finally collected. If he fails... he will be finished, especially those sacrifices. Once the Vampire Council finds out, he will be hunted down by all the vampires and flee to the ends of the earth.

Those are thirteen pure-blooded vampires from different families!

In fact, Deacon Faith wanted to catch the most orthodox thirteen clans of vampires, but unfortunately these clans were either extremely secretive, many of which had never settled in the United States, or they were so powerful that Deacon Faith could not afford to offend or beat them. So he could only make do with thirteen pure-blooded people.

"Boss! What should we do now?" All of Deacon Faith's men looked at him. Now he had to make the decision.

Deacon Faith thought about it and made a decision!

"Go! Kill the Daywalker! Buy me some time!" Of course, killing the Daywalker... that was to boost morale. If it was so easy to kill, they would not have waited until today. But buying time is a must! He is going to start the Blood God Plan now!

After the arrangements were made, Deacon Faith immediately directed his men to start the sacrifice!

First, a group of vampires filled the blood pool in the central altar of the hall with blood. This blood was not simple stuff. It was all collected First Embrace Blood. This blood was the heart blood of vampires. One drop of it could create a vampire, and a vampire only had so much heart blood. If you used too much, it would not only affect the strength of the vampire, but also take a very long time to recover slowly. The blood pool in the center of the altar was not big, but it was definitely not small. It would take at least 300 gallons of blood to fill it up!

You can imagine how difficult it is to collect this thing.

As the First Embrace Blood was poured into the blood pool, a group of vampires in black robes knelt in a circle around the altar in the center of the circular hall, praying to the altar and the blood pool.

Then, the blood in the blood pool began to flow upward along the pattern lines on the stone wall, and the edges of the lines were still emitting a faint blue light, gathering above the hall. There was a cross passage there, and its intersection just corresponded to the center below, which was exactly the center of the altar.

Dicken Fess stood by the blood pool, opened his arms, and welcomed the coming of the Blood God!

"Come! The Blood God is coming!!!"

As he spoke, the prayers of the crowd below became louder, echoing throughout the hall.