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Chapter 44 Sacrificial Ritual

At seven o'clock in the evening, a full moon hung in the clouds. Camilla, applying sunscreen, squatted outside in a depressed mood. This was the first time she had gone out in more than ten days.

Not far from her, Bai Ye, dressed in a casual suit, gently rang the doorbell with one hand in her pocket.

With a soft ring of the doorbell, the door was immediately opened.

Dressed neatly in a bright yellow hooded jacket and light blue straight-leg pants, Gwen pushed open the door and waved happily to Bai Ye standing there: "Perfect timing. I'm all ready. Let's go out together."

"Well, let's go eat now. I remember there's a Chinese restaurant nearby that's pretty good. I wonder if you'd like to try it?" Bai Ye smiled and took the girl's soft hand in his right hand, asking her.

Gwen blushed slightly, surprised by Bai Ye's initiative today: "Well... it's okay, I can give it a try."

"Then let's give it a try. After dinner, we can go shopping for a bit, and then go see a movie. Come to think of it, I still don't know which movie you're taking me to see today!"

Bai Ye smiled and said, then gently took Gwen's arm and led her towards the Chinese restaurant. At the same time, he gently waved his left hand behind his back, signaling Camilla to follow.

"Sigh..." Camilla sighed speechlessly, got up and hung at a distance of 200 meters from Bai Ye like a sycophant, not letting herself leave Bai Ye's control range.

Two hundred meters in radius—this is the safe distance that Baiye has set for now.

With his current movement speed, he can strike any target within this range within three seconds if he wants to, which is why he is not afraid of Camilla escaping.

"By the way, I invited you out today, I hope Chief George won't be angry?" Holding Gwen's hand, Bai Ye turned his head and asked with a smile.

His handsome face, coupled with a gentle smile, made Gwen's heart skip a beat. She looked away from Bai Ye's face with a hint of panic and said, "No, Dad said I can just come back early after watching the movie."

"The security situation in New York City has been a bit bad lately, so it's understandable that you want to go back early. I heard there was a gangster killer who massacred people not long ago. Has the chief caught him?" Bai Ye asked calmly.

According to psychological research, a large proportion of murderers return to the scene of their crime to observe their masterpiece, and Bai Ye's current state of mind seems to be the same.

When Bai Ye asked about the case, Gwen gently shook her head and said, "That serial killer disappeared two days after he appeared. We haven't heard from him for a long time. He's probably hiding."

"Is that so?" Bai Ye nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that the police had indeed not connected him with himself. But that was normal. Who would associate him with a bald man with a face full of scars?

Of course, as time went on, Bai Ye was no longer worried about things like murder cases, mainly because he found that his strength was improving much faster than expected.

A human like him, with a punch that can weigh 20 tons and a speed of 100 meters per second, could cause extremely terrifying destruction in the city.

Unless the US government is willing to drop a nuclear bomb or other weapon of mass destruction on New York, conventional individual firearms will be absolutely unable to lock onto him given enough time to react.

Even if he launches a sneak attack, Bai Ye still has 0.2 free attribute points, which can instantly heal any injury after allocating them.

This is also why he dared to directly pursue the police chief's daughter.

……

In downtown New York, at the base of a massive building made of white marble, 12 huge stone pillars carved with ancient patterns stand on all four sides.

Countless pale-skinned men and women gathered here, all looking at the man in the very center.

"Fellow vampires, our race has suffered enough oppression from humans. I am tired of the negative effects of being a vampire. But once today is over, we will no longer have to endure any more of this," the vampire Dickon shouted to all the vampires present, spreading his arms wide.

"According to the deciphered ancient texts, the original vampires had no weaknesses."

"On the night of the full moon, if twelve pure-blooded vampires make a sacrifice, combined with the blood of a daywalker, we can summon the Blood God to bless us, and from then on we can walk normally in the sunlight."

"And I, as the progenitor of a new line of vampires, will give you my first embrace, covering up the genetic defects in your resistance to sunlight and silver."

As Dickon envisioned the future, the breathing of the many men and women present gradually became rapid.

The reason they were suppressed by humans before was because their own defects were too fatal, but if, as Deacon said, they were to transform into superhuman beings without any weaknesses, then the vampires would once again stand at the top of the food chain.

Of course, most importantly, if the method of sacrifice is correct, it will not result in a new lineage of vampires, but rather countless main lines of vampires that replicate the ritual time and time again.

On the scene, looking at the vampires he had incited, Dickon laughed triumphantly in his heart. These people had no idea that sacrifices could not only be repeated in number, but also that the same vampires could be sacrificed multiple times.

12 pureblood vampires + Daywalkers = a new vampire lineage

What would happen if this behavior were repeated again?

According to ancient texts, similar sacrifices could be repeated almost indefinitely.

At this moment, in his eyes, these people on the scene were not his own kind at all, but merely resources for his advancement. This is why he risked being discovered to gather vampires from all over the world together.

"To fight against the human government, we need to conduct at least five purification rituals tonight, requiring at least 60 pure-blooded vampires. The ones here should be enough," Dickon thought to himself.

With a wave of his hand, Dickon quickly selected twelve pureblood vampires who had lost the ability to resist. These vampires were placed under the ritual pillars, and the ritual began under the watchful eyes of all the vampires present.

Above this space, the Blade Warrior, imprisoned for many days, had his wrists severed by a sharp blade, and a large amount of blood flowed through pipes into the sacrificial ritual.

"Is this where those vampire bastards gather?"

Meanwhile, outside the building, a man in a U.S. military uniform, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, murmured as he gazed at the ancient building before him. Behind him stood thousands of fully armed U.S. soldiers.

"Once inside, there's no need for communication. Just take down all the vampires with tranquilizer guns." After Ross finished speaking, a large group of soldiers immediately strode inside.

(End of this chapter)