The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Boom!

The ashtray was suddenly flung out with a thud, hitting a vampire who was looking down on the forehead.

moment.

The vampire staggered from the impact, bleeding profusely, but he didn't utter a sound.

Now, with his weapons upgraded, Quinn, dressed in a black silk loungewear, rested his hands on the table, looking at his submissive vampire subordinate with eyes that could devour a person.

This moment feels like the passage of time.

Just over ten days ago, he was just like this submissive vampire subordinate in front of him, barely daring to breathe in front of Deacon.

But just over ten days later, he had become Dickon.

This feeling...

Very cool!

From this day forward, I will not allow anyone to speak loudly in front of me.

Quinn was enjoying the feeling and wanted to keep enjoying it, and to do that, he had to do what Deacon wanted to do.

Revive the Blood God and become the Blood God!

The steps to revive the Blood God were finally deciphered at noon today, so he didn't want to wait a moment longer and immediately sent his subordinates to capture Blade Warrior, the key medium for reviving the Blood God.

and also……

Send a blood servant to kill the Sentinel Secret Service agent who knows his dark past.

Quinn will never forget the look Locke gave him when they were in the safe house.

Contempt.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

domineering.

The way his former master, Deacon, looked at him was exactly the same.

He knew what that look meant.

Whether it was Deacon or Locke, they viewed Quinn as if he were a worthless stray dog.

But now Dickon is dead.

and so.

Locke must die too.

Only when he dies will Quinn be at ease, because from then on, no one will be able to urinate or defecate on his head.

From then on, he, Quen, became the leader of the vampires.

The only one.

No one will ever know his past again.

but……

"Blade has escaped."

"The Blood Servant sent to assassinate Locke Underwood also failed."

Quinn started speaking softly, but his voice gradually rose as he spoke, until finally he was practically roaring at the vampire standing in front of him: "That damn guy is just a normal human, and he still failed?"

He could understand why Blade ran away.

After all, Blade's combat prowess was undeniable, so he was prepared for the capture to fail.

On Kolock's side...

He couldn't understand.

To ensure a fatal blow, he deployed nearly ten Blood Servants hidden within the NYPD, aiming to lower Locke's guard upon arrival and then use sheer numbers to guarantee a fatal strike.

But the result?

Nearly ten Blood Servants were wiped out?

This is ridiculous.

The image of Locke looking at him with such indifference, as if he were an ant, flashed through Quinn's mind once again.

He could even picture Locke leading a group of Sentinels and Secret Service agents to storm his building before long.

No!

Quinn took a deep breath, trying hard to erase the image from his mind.

"try to find!"

Quinn practically spat it out through gritted teeth: "Send out all the vampires and blood servants to find Blade for me, as quickly as possible."

The only solution now is to find the Blademaster as soon as possible, and then use the Blademaster as a medium to summon the Blood God as quickly as possible.

then……

He will become the reincarnation of the Blood God!

The vampire below quickly responded and then turned and left.

Just as the vampire was about to leave, he suddenly seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned to look at Quinn.

"Master...Master."

"explain!"

"That, that Luo..."

"roll!"

Quinn slammed his fist on the table and roared at the vampire.

The scene he had just tried so hard to forget resurfaced in his mind once again.

The vampire ran out, trembling all over.

Quinn stared at the closed door, remained silent for a moment, thought for a while, and then his gaze fell on the phone lying to the side.

This phone belongs to Deakin.

Now that it's in his hands, it's only through this phone that he's been able to confirm himself as Deacon's designated heir before his death in such a short time.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him, a servant and driver of Dickon, to hold onto this position.

Even so, some of Dickon's men were still dissatisfied with him.

He had no choice but to send those people to reunite with Dickon.

pity.

Even if vampires die, their souls cannot go to hell, so he was not worried at all that Deacon would be resurrected and come looking for him.

Quinn thought of this and chuckled inexplicably. Then, he found the only phone number in his contacts that he hadn't dialed in the past few days.

Number with the note "Queen"!

He didn't know much about this "Queen".

but……

Quinn looked at the ring on his finger, which had once belonged to Deacon.

This ring appears to have been given to me by the queen.

He recalled the day when Deacon received a phone call, his expression changed, and he was told to get out.

Quinn was very curious as to why this phone call could make Deacon, who remained unmoved even when facing the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders, change color.

So after leaving the room that day, he didn't go far. Instead, he carefully put his ear to the door and listened intently to Deacon's phone call.

Queen.

He remembered that this was how Dickon addressed the person on the other end of the phone after answering the call.

Then Deacon brought up the ring, basically using the most respectful tone he ever used to speak to the Queen on the other end of the phone, expressing his loyalty and such.

It was on that day that he learned the secret of the ring.

Wearing this ring, vampires will no longer fear sunlight and ultraviolet rays, and can walk freely during the day.

This made Quinn very envious.

But now he doesn't need to be envious anymore.

because……

He got the ring.

Quinn looked down at the ring on his hand.

He hadn't originally planned to contact this "Queen".

Because he didn't want to have another master.

But right now?

He thought of the escaped Blade, and then of sending Blood Servant, but the assassination attempt on Locke failed.

I need to increase my stakes.

Quinn stared at the number, his gaze hesitant and flickering, then muttered something to himself as if he had convinced himself, before pressing the number.

The number was dialed quickly.

after awhile.

The call was connected.

"Deacon".

A cold, desolate sound, like a cool breeze blowing through a valley, rang in Kun's ears.

Quinn shuddered.

"Queen."

"...You're not Dickon, who are you!"

On a beach in Los Angeles, Catherine Pierce, who is lying on a beach chair and wearing sunglasses, sits up from the sand.

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