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Chapter 55: The Blood God is lonely!
Some weapons such as micro-missiles and lasers were used up in previous battles.

The current situation is like two cockroaches fighting each other, neither of them can kill the other.

It looks like the battle is very intense, but in fact, if it continues like this, it may last for seven days and seven nights.

The situation was deadlocked.

Carl was considering whether to have another big firework. He was a little skeptical.

If one shot doesn't kill, shoot again.

There is nothing that cannot be solved by high-yield missiles. If there is, then use nuclear weapons!
But at this moment, through the live holographic projection provided by the Apache helicopter near the battlefield, Carl discovered that the Blade Warrior had stood up again.

The ground below the aerial battlefield where Duke Eli and the two war armors are.

The Blade Warrior stood up tremblingly. The severe pain all over his body made him grit his teeth. He looked up and saw that the battle was in a stalemate.

He reached out his hand and slowly took out a special anticoagulant bullet developed based on his own blood from his jacket pocket.

"hiss"

He would break into cold sweats in pain if he moved a little too much.

However, the Blade Warrior still relied on his strong willpower to push the special bullet into the magazine of the Remington sniper rifle.

After loading the magazine and turning on the safety, he endured the severe pain and raised the sniper rifle, slowly aiming the four-times optical sight at Duke Ali who was flying in the sky.

At this time, Duke Ali, who was still fighting with the two iron turtles, had no idea that the threat of death was about to come.

After fighting for so long, Duke Ali felt a little bored. He no longer wanted to fight this meaningless battle.

But this battle is not something he can decide not to fight.

Although Duke Ali can fly, he is definitely not as fast as the iron armor that can break the speed of sound and reach Mach 3.

Therefore, even if he doesn't want to fight, he has to continue fighting.

"Damn it! If there weren't real people controlling these two iron turtles, I would have dismantled you long ago!"

Duke Airy complained.

After becoming the Blood God, although he has many means of attack, most of them are black magic or blood magic.

Magic attacks are ineffective against unmanned iron armor.

Of course this is definitely not absolute.

But for Duke Ali, he had no magical means to forcibly break the two turtle shells.

For him, only physical attacks could barely have an effect on the iron armor.

Therefore, Duke Eli was considering whether to stop and negotiate. After all, it was not a solution to continue fighting endlessly.

Just as Duke Ali was thinking about things, his attention was distracted and for a moment he did not notice the sudden gunshots from the ground below.

"puff!"

A specially made bullet rotated at high speed and accurately embedded itself into the belly of the ugly big bat.

Duke Ali then realized that he had been hit, but he didn't care. After all, an ordinary gunshot wound was nothing to him.

He simply ignored the wounds from the gunshot, and just glanced at the Blade Warrior below with some disgust, and continued to fight with the two Iron Turtles in front of him.

However, as the fight went on, Duke Ali realized something was wrong. Why was there a strange feeling of weakness gradually appearing in his body?

The movement speed is slowly decreasing, and even mobilizing blood to attack the enemy is becoming more and more difficult.

"What's wrong with me?"

Duke Eli did not realize the seriousness of the matter at this time.

But when his strength suddenly dropped a level in just a few minutes, he realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Shit! Could it be that the bullet is the problem?"

At this moment, Duke Ali finally remembered the bullet that had hit him just now.

As time went by, Duke Eli's strength dropped again. At this time, his strength was only at the level of a Marquis Vampire.

The slower attack speed directly resulted in Duke Ali being suppressed instead of being able to fight back and forth.

His slower reaction speed made it increasingly difficult for him to cope with the rapid attacks of the two armors.

After fighting for another five minutes, Duke Ali completely lost his fighting power. His ugly, membranous wings could no longer flap, and he lost all his strength and fell from the sky.

"thump!"

The fall from a high altitude caused a human-shaped pit to appear on the ground.

The decline in strength caused Duke Ali to transform back into human form.

"I can't possibly die here! I am the immortal blood god. I am not afraid of sunlight or silver weapons, and I can heal myself amazingly."

Seeing Duke Ali, who was dying and couldn't even stand up, he was still dreaming of a great life.

Seeing this, Karl sneered with disdain, “If you want to determine the Blood God’s position by his fearlessness of sunlight, amazing self-healing ability, and fearlessness of silver weapons.

Then the one who deserves to be the Blood God is Wolverine!"

It's just that there is no Wolverine in this universe, otherwise how could it be the turn of Duke Ali, the little blood god, to come out and make a fuss.

The Blade Warrior walked up to Duke Ali and slowly raised his long sword.
"Damned blood clan traitor, I should have killed you long ago."

Duke Eli was speaking intermittently at this moment, but he was still staring at Blade with a murderous look.

Blade Eric no longer hesitated, and swung his sword fiercely, cutting off Duke Eli's head.

"puff--"

"Gulu gulu."

As dark red blood spurted out, the head fell to the ground and rolled several meters away.

The vampire's strong physique meant that Duke Eli had not yet died completely.

The ferocious head's eyes were still fixed on the blade, its mouth slightly open, as if it wanted to say something.

Judging from the shape of his mouth, he seems to be begging for mercy.

However, Blade's heart was filled with hatred for vampires, and he swung his knife again without hesitation.

"Shhhhh!"

The headless body of Duke Ali was directly dismembered.

The head rolling on the ground struggled for a while, and tried to open its mouth to speak, but finally lost all strength.

Before he died, his unwilling eyes were still fixed on the blade.

When it's all over.

Blade turned around and slowly prepared to leave the battlefield, but before he took a few steps, his vision suddenly darkened.

With a "thump", Blade, who had been seriously injured and had persisted until now, finally fell down.

Carl began to take over the battlefield and issue orders.

"Immediately send our hero who saved the day back to Base No. 1 for treatment. Also, cremate the dismembered body and head."

[As you wish, Boss]

Red Queen controlled two steel armors, gently picked up the seriously injured and unconscious Blade, and slowly flew away.

Soon afterwards, several Apache attack helicopters landed near the battlefield.

A black armed squad of Umbrella quickly rushed to the battlefield, took barrels of gasoline and poured them on the corpses and heads, and carried out the Boss's cremation order very seriously.

No wonder Carl is so cautious and determined to crush the enemy to ashes.

After all, the recovery ability of vampires is too terrifying. If Duke Ali is not completely cremated, who knows if he will suddenly resurrect in a few days.

After all, this is the cruel and unreasonable Marvel world!
(End of this chapter)