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Chapter 122 Blood God

Sure enough, just as Getaro entered the secret room, a group of hybrid vampires came over, pulled out their pistols, and surrounded him.

"Deacon Frost, do you want to rebel?"

"You are right. I want to rebel."

Surrounded by his men, Deacon walked out with a sneer.

Relying on their status as pure-blooded vampires, the thirteen elders thought themselves superior and acted tyrannically for many years.

Little did they know that Deacon had already secretly used various methods to recruit a large number of hybrid vampires as his subordinates, almost sidelining the thirteen elders.

It can be said that every move of these elders did not escape his eyes.

Whether eating, sleeping, or even doing that work, everything is under his surveillance.

If he didn't still have a use for these old guys, he would have killed these annoying guys long ago. Why would he wait until today?
"I knew you didn't have the guts... Wait, what did you just say?"

Gataro was a little confused.

He was just making a threat, but he didn't expect Deacon to admit it.

This made him feel a little embarrassed for a moment and he didn't know what to do.

"What's wrong, old man? Are you scared?"

Deacon sneered.

Now that things have come to this, he has completely given up pretending.

Using technology, he has deciphered the Book of the Dead and has a thorough understanding of its contents.

The ritual of sacrificing to the Blood God can begin at any time.

The thirteen elders headed by Gataro no longer have any need to exist.

Sensing that something was wrong with the situation, Getaro took advantage of the situation by surprise, pushed aside the two vampires beside him, turned around and ran towards the door.

But will Deacon let him go so easily?
Of course not possible!
Anyone would feel dissatisfied if they were treated like an ox or a horse.

What's more, he has persisted for thousands of years, and the resentment accumulated in his heart has long been overflowing to the point of being on the verge of exploding.

In the past, for the sake of the greater plan, he could still be tolerant and watch Gataro and the others continue to be arrogant.

But today, he no longer needs to endure. It's time to settle the accounts and put an end to thousands of years of grievances.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

Reaching out and snapping his fingers, Deacon took a pistol from his men, pointed it at Getaro's back, and shot him several times.

boom! boom! boom!
A series of gunshots rang out.

Deacon's shooting skills were average, but after a volley of bullets was empty, he still missed a bullet and directly blew up Getaro's heart.

With a howl of pain, Gataro turned into ashes.

Before he died, his heart was full of regret. If he had discovered Deacon's evil ambitions earlier, perhaps he would not have faced such a tragic ending today.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

"You know what? These little gadgets that humans have researched are really useful."

Deacon casually threw the gun back to his men with a smile on his face.

Gataro's death finally gave him some relief.

But that's not enough.

To complete the sacrificial ritual of the Blood God, not only the blood of the Daywalker is needed, but also twelve pure-blood elders.

And now, it's time to take action.

Deacon immediately took action while the elders were still there.

Under his command, the entire army of hybrid vampires went out to liquidate the twelve pure-blood elders and their forces.

Throughout the process, the pure-blood elders resisted.

However, it happened too suddenly and they were not prepared at all.

In such a hurry, they were only protected by a few subordinates and at most a few human blood servants.

With such a small number of people, how could they possibly defeat Deacon's army of hybrid vampires?
In just a moment, all those who dared to resist were killed by Deacon.

Along with the twelve pure-blood elders, they were also captured by his men and brought before him.

"Deacon Frost, do you know what you are doing?" The twelve elders were all angry after being caught by the guy they always looked down upon.

But if you look closely, you can find a hint of fear hidden in their expressions.

With their eyesight, it was not difficult for them to recognize the function of the huge altar in front of them.

Of course, he knew exactly what Deacon was going to do next.

It is obvious that these twelve old guys will be the sacrifices standing on the altar later.

Thinking of this, even though they had lived for thousands of years and experienced countless changes, their legs could not help but go weak and they felt deeply afraid and desperate.

The older people get, the more they fear death.

The same principle applies to vampires.

Seeing their performance, Deacon showed a twisted smile on his face.

"Of course I know what I'm doing. You rotten and outdated old guys, it's time to roll into the dustbin of history."

After saying this, he clapped his hands and signaled his men to escort the twelve elders to the altar.

At the same time, the instrument in the middle of the altar started up, and blood was continuously drawn from Morbius' body, dripping onto the stone altar, evoking the light of runes.

As the ceremony continued, the clouds in the sky outside changed constantly.

Large patches of thick dark clouds appeared in the sky, accompanied by faint sounds of wind and thunder.

The extremely strong evil spirit has already affected the outside world.

Outside the vampire's lair, the Blade Warrior who had just arrived saw this scene and suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"What the hell!"

No matter how hard he tried, he was still a step late.

Although it is unclear what those vampires are planning, it is definitely not a good thing.

If the other party succeeds, the people of New York City will inevitably face a devastating disaster.

It was a critical moment and he could not afford to hesitate.

Drawing out a specially made alloy long knife, the Blade Warrior charged into the vampire's lair, chopping melons and vegetables along the way and rushing towards the deepest part.

……

"Countless years of planning, today is the day!"

In the underground secret room, at the altar of the Blood God, Deacon stood in the center with a very serious expression on his face.

"As long as I pass this final hurdle, I will be able to ascend to become a god. By then, the entire human society, and even the entire world, will be under my feet!"

The clouds grew thicker and thicker, and the moon was completely obscured.

At this moment, one of his men suddenly broke in from outside and spoke in a panic.

"Oh no, Boss Frost, the Blade Warrior is coming to kill us!"

"damn it!"

Deacon cursed inwardly and suddenly called out a name.

"Miriam!"

"I'm here!"

A black woman stepped out from among a group of white men.

"Take those hybrid vampires and go stop the Blade Warrior. I don't care what method you use. Even if it means you die, you must stop the Blade Warrior for me!"

"understand!"

After receiving his order, the black woman named Miriam turned around and left to fight the Blade Warrior to the death.

Although Miriam was just a hybrid vampire transformed later in life, the woman's identity was special enough to make Blade Warrior cautious.

Coupled with the familiarity with the terrain, dragging it out for more than ten minutes is definitely not a problem.

By the time the Blade Warrior broke in, he had already ascended to become a god!

……

(End of this chapter)