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Chapter 77 Warning: Empty Magazine

A secret monitoring room.

Mixed-race leader Dickon Firth looked at the surveillance video.

In the scene, Blade Warrior Eric is fighting against several Claw Warriors.

"It seems your forces are insufficient to acquire the person I need."

Sitting opposite him was a judge from the Court of Owls, who calmly replied, "The attack was just the most basic Claw. We can activate more Claw Warriors and Claw Overlords. This is just a test."

The collaboration between the hybrids and the Owl Court is simply a mutually beneficial arrangement.

To complete the Blood God ritual, the hybrid leader Fies needs a large amount of human blood and pureblood, as well as Blade Warriors as sacrifices, in order to summon the Blood God to possess him.

The Court of Owls' ritual has entered its next phase, requiring the killing of nine people every nine days to strengthen the connection between the Dark Multiverse and this world, while simultaneously inducing Bruce to come into contact with N-metal.

At that time, the final steps can be implemented.

Of course, the Owl Court did not tell the truth.

The bat god Barbatos awaits offerings, and inferior deities like the Blood God, who are like wandering souls, will surely be on the list of those to be purged.

"I don't want to die," Faith warned.

A dead Blademaster is a wasted effort, and a new chief sacrifice may need to be found.

For Firth, who was determined to overthrow the pure-blood rule, this undoubtedly increased the risks.

Since the birth of the vampire clan, pure-blooded nobles have maintained the clan's rule. How could they possibly sit idly by and allow it to be overthrown?

Even the most common purebloods have titles, ranging from lords all the way up to thirteen princes, forming a pinnacle of vampires.

There is one exception.

Count Dracula, a half-blood, is forced to accept his identity by pure-bloods due to his unique nature.

However, there are only one or two exceptional individuals, and most people remain unchanged throughout their lives.

In fact, Count Dracula's situation could be replicated, but the conditions were far too demanding.

Legend has it that Dracula was once the monarch of a small country. Faced with the invasion of the Ottoman Empire, in order to protect his people, he approached the fourteenth prince and pleaded for conversion.

As it happened, the vampire prince had long since lost the will to live, so he gave his blood to Dracula.

Therefore, the first thing to do is to capture a prince and drain his blood for himself.

In practice, it's better to find another way.

Purebloods not only possess formidable talents and abilities, but they can also master vampire magic and even have bloodline suppression, making them completely unlike mixed-bloods who would harbor any wicked thoughts.

……

Inside the Starlight Building.

Several first-generation hybrids fled in terror, glancing back every now and then as if some terrifying being was relentlessly pursuing and killing them.

"Hehehe..."

The terrifying laughter lingered and echoed.

They originally intended to stop and rest before making a hasty escape.

"Don't stop, that madman is coming."

"That's terrifying. I'd rather face a Daywalker."

"I'd rather not come to Gotham."

puff…

One of his companions was ambushed and instantly turned to ashes.

They saw Allen standing there, watching intently, grinning maliciously, as if he were thoroughly enjoying the thrill of the hunt.

Allen's relentless slaughter of vampires, layer by layer, was purely an act of revenge for their persecution of humanity.

At the same time.

Without the interference of vampires, Bruce quickly came to Eric's aid and gained the upper hand in the fight against several Claw Warriors.

"Gotham's waters run deep; how can there be monsters that can't be killed?"

Eric was furious that his sunglasses had broken in two.

He relies on sunglasses to maintain his good looks; without them, he wouldn't look cool.

"They are immortal warriors created by the Court of Owls. I have captured and studied a few of them. The special substance in their bodies can keep them immortal. The only way to prevent them from dying is to cripple them first and then freeze them."

While Allen was away, Bruce was ambushed by Claw Warriors multiple times.

Having experienced a loss once, one naturally prepares many coping strategies.

All the captured Claw Warriors were frozen and imprisoned in the secret cells of Blackgate Prison.

"These guys are even more troublesome than vampires. I'd rather kill vampires; it's easier," Eric said, frustrated.

Against silver weapons, vampires are guaranteed to kill with a single blow.

However, when facing a Claw Warrior, even if you hit a vital spot, he will stand up again after a short while, which can exhaust a person to death.

Bruce threw a batarang.

The claw warriors, unable to dodge in time, had their hands instantly covered in icy liquid nitrogen upon contact.

Without hesitation, the Claw Warrior severed one of his own arms.

Seeing Bruce brandish the weapon that could subdue them, they immediately moved closer to the glass window.

With a single sword strike, the glass shattered, and the group leaped into the night sky, escaping into the darkness.

"Chase them! We can't let them get away!"

Bruce brandished his grappling hook and fired it at a distant high-rise building, then swung through the air in pursuit.

Eric leaned out of the window, looked down, and, finding the height to be safe, jumped down.

During the rapid descent, Eric remained unfazed, as if it were an everyday occurrence.

Constantly hunting vampires inevitably requires overcoming various environmental challenges, and sometimes, in pursuit of prey, jumping off buildings to take shortcuts is unavoidable.

Just before hitting the ground, Eric instinctively crouched and rolled over to mitigate the impact of the descent.

The movements were fluid and smooth, without the slightest pause.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and prepared to chase after Bruce.

At that moment, police sirens sounded.

Several police cars surrounded the area from all directions.

The officers got out of the car, hid behind the door, skillfully drew their service pistols, and shouted a warning: "Shit, put down that damn weapon, get down and cover your head."

"Who the hell called the police?"

Eric was very familiar with this scene; he had been misunderstood more than once.

Sometimes, vampires would frame him as a serial killer, forcing him to join S.H.I.E.L.D. and gain official status.

"Black guy, don't force me to empty the magazine, warning. Do it right now."

In the free country of America, the first lesson at the police academy was: if you encounter a Black person, regardless of whether they are a criminal or not, when in doubt, just empty your magazine.

A figure descended from the sky; it was Bruce returning.

He realized there might be a misunderstanding when he saw the police car arriving.

And the police report he filed.

"He's the man I invited," Bruce said in a low voice.

Because of Batman's identity, the officers chose to believe him, after all, the title of Gotham's vigilante relieved a lot of their workload.

"There are people on the fourteenth floor of the building who need your help."

The purpose of calling the police was to get the authorities to rescue the homeless people who had become victims of blood-eating.

As the officers entered the building, Bruce reassured them, "Don't take it to heart."

"It's not the first time; I'm used to it."

Without a strong mental fortitude, Eric would probably have given up hunting vampires long ago.

Vampires can be even dirtier sometimes, and they have the help of the Hag clan in the shadows. If he hadn't joined S.H.I.E.L.D., he might be the most wanted criminal right now.

"We've lost track of the target. We need to reconsider our strategy and upgrade our equipment while we're at it," Bruce suggested.

"no problem."

If the vampires and the Claw Legion don't change their combat strategies, they may suffer losses again.

(End of this chapter)