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The best way to distract them and help eliminate vampires is to make their existence public. The power of public opinion should give them a headache for a while.

Speaking of which... those guys who keep shouting for equality won't jump out and speak up for vampires, will they?

Hmm... probably not. After all, those people don't have the guts to truly advocate for equality; all they have is the guts to use equality and justice as a pretext to amass wealth, and they're quite bold.

Furthermore, forget about using the internet for exposure; these people are even more powerful online than offline.

Therefore, Yang Qiu immediately adjusted Parker's modus operandi, changing him from assassination to direct assault—in short, to make a scene! The bigger the better!

The moment the order was given, a deafening roar echoed through downtown New York City. Two ordinary vampires were swept out of the room by the surging water and, under the sunlight, howled as they turned to ashes.

The crowd on the side of the street suddenly erupted in commotion, because the vampire turning to ashes was not an instantaneous event; the whole process lasted for more than ten seconds, and even a fool could see that something was wrong.

The commotion reached its peak after Parker emerged from the room and vanished into the water.

The same thing happened four more times in the next hour, which put Nick Fury's phone in a state of constant turmoil.

It wasn't just the vampires who were calling; the New York City Police Department, the FBI, and other government departments also received calls.

The main point of the phone call was simply this: can they still be managed and do a good job? If they really can't be managed, they should quickly delegate this authority so that they can take over openly and legitimately.

Chapter Twelve Dickon Firth

While S.H.I.E.L.D. was overwhelmed by various unexpected events, Dracula, far away in Europe, was also in a very bad mood.

He had already seen Van Helsing's provocation, but as Van Helsing had predicted, Dracula didn't take it to heart. There were plenty of people in the world who wanted him dead, but none of them had managed to do so.

Even global organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. had to back down and choose a ceasefire after several large-scale conflicts with vampire groups, since many elderly people were waiting for vampires to prolong their lives.

If he could kill them all in one go, that would be fine. But if he failed to kill them all in one go, Nick Fury would never be able to rally the people again. External resistance would force him to compromise on many occasions when facing vampires.

Simply put, apart from that one utter failure in their invasion of China, the vampire race hasn't tasted complete defeat in a long time.

Similarly, the vampires haven't suffered such heavy casualties in a long time. In the past, when they went a bit too far, they would just throw out some low-level vampires and blood servants to take the blame.

Now, the vampires in New York City and Olympia have been almost completely wiped out, and those who weren't killed have fled in a hurry, not daring to stay in those two places at all.

This made Dracula feel like he was being slapped in the face, but he didn't dare leave his lair. The world on Earth was a dangerous place. He had lived for thousands of years and suffered a lot. The most recent time was when he was beaten by the Ancient One all by himself, making him doubt his very existence.

However, Dracula wasn't afraid. He could tell that the Ancient One wasn't from an immortal race, and the owner of the power she borrowed wasn't a kind person either. So he just waited. If five hundred years wasn't enough, he'd add another five hundred. The Ancient One would definitely die before him, and then he would be completely free.

However, during this time, Dracula also consulted some materials and searched his memory. He couldn't recall ever having an enemy named Van Helsing. It was strange that he couldn't remember an enemy of such strength.

The hard leather shoes made a few crisp sounds as they stepped on the marble floor.

Dracula looked up and saw a vampire in a suit with hair wax on his head standing below the throne.

Looking at Dickon Firth's attire, Dracula's eyes flashed. A proper vampire duke, yet he had no air of nobility whatsoever, insisting on imitating those humans. What kind of diner imitates the attire of their food?!

Despite his dissatisfaction, Dracula still acknowledged Deacon's strength. This man was not even two hundred years old, yet he had managed to rise to the position of Duke through his own power, making him arguably the number one vampire of the new era.

“Your Highness, you summoned me.” Dickon lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with undisguised ambition.

Dracula acted as if he hadn't seen his gaze at all. He had seen many people like this over the years and was no longer bothered by them.

"Deacon, aren't New York and Washington states your territories?" Dracula asked arrogantly.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Those two places have become forbidden areas for vampires, were you aware of that?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"You know?!" Dracula teleported directly in front of Deakin. The pressure from his high-ranking bloodline made Deakin very uncomfortable, but the smile on his face became even brighter.

“Apart from that place, there is no place in this world that a great vampire cannot go! You! Understand?!” Dracula followed up.

“Understood, Your Highness. I will personally go to those two places. I assure you, I will resolve all the problems.” Dickon smiled brightly.

"Get out!" Dracula was annoyed by that smile, but he couldn't just kill Dickon because of it, as that would make the other dukes feel insecure. So he slapped Dickon out of the palace.

The intense sunlight shone on him, and Dickon turned around to glance at the magnificent palace behind him.

You stubborn old man, clinging to your outdated bloodline supremacy, stay in your cell. Wait until I've amassed enough power. Prince? Hmph! I'll be emperor!

Speaking of which, we need to win over those two vampire hunters who hunt vampires. They're no pushovers; they can single-handedly take down an entire region.

However, for people like this, it's best to have their companions make initial contact. Coincidentally, Deacon's crew has no shortage of traitorous vampire hunters.

As for whether Van Helsing and Parker would join, Dickon never considered it.

He can give you money, power, and strength. Even if you don't want any of those, the idea of ​​killing Dracula is attractive enough, right? As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

These vampire hunters play a crucial role in Dickon's plan. They are completely unaffected by bloodlines and can unleash their full power when facing Dracula. They can overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

Envisioning his bright future, Deacon boarded his private plane bound for Olympia.

The Vampire Duke is great! Unlike other vampires, he doesn't have to hide from the sun. He has ridiculously high resistance to things like silver, ultraviolet rays, and garlic. Every part of his body can turn into mist at any time, so there's no such thing as a vital spot.

In addition, upon reaching the rank of Duke, they also gain the power to control parts of the elements, not just blood.

However, the most important thing for Deacon is that at this level, their bloodline has become special. The suppression of superior bloodlines still exists, but they are not without the power to resist.

In summary, vampires at this level are practically a different race from those below them; it's as if they've evolved once again.

The moment Dickon landed in Olympia, Yang Qiu, who had set up the entire Olympia as the stage for the script's evolution, immediately picked up on his information.

This doesn't mean Yang Qiu's control has improved; on the contrary, because the evolutionary field exceeded his control limits, his control has decreased significantly.

Dickon was discovered because this guy made no attempt to hide; the vampire duke's aura was constantly spreading outwards, as if announcing his arrival to all the special people in the area.

It would be hard for Yang Qiu not to notice someone who constantly shines like a light bulb in complete darkness.

But a big problem arose: Dickon's strength exceeded Yang Qiu's expectations. The Earl should be followed by the Marquis, so how did he suddenly become a boss?

Never mind, New York is quite a distance from Olympia. By the time Pike gets there, it will be too late. The only option is to start the first act of the script now. Yang Qiu can only hope that, with the help of the script's development, Van Helsing can at least escape alive, or at least hold out until Pike arrives.

After all, according to the setting, Van Helsing couldn't possibly run away from the Duke, and Yang Qiu's forced control was even less likely to work. If the evolution didn't end and they left the evolution site, the script's evolution would directly fail.

Chapter Thirteen: The vampire asked me to pass on a message to you.

On the afternoon of the day Dickon arrived in Olympia, Blade's secret residence welcomed a guest—West Ronnie, a once very famous vampire hunter who had not appeared in public for a long time.

When Blade saw West, a rare smile appeared on his face. "Long time no see. I thought you had died at the hands of those bats."

"Uh...no, no, I'm perfectly fine." West was a little embarrassed. He'd been called a vampire so many times, and he wasn't used to hearing people use the word "bat" to describe vampires.

Despite his discomfort, West still remembered the orders he had received. His eyes kept glancing behind Blade before finally settling on Van Helsing.

Van Helsing, with his legs crossed, could sense something was off about this person even without using faction detection. There was a strong vampire scent about him, suggesting that he had likely been with vampires recently, and the scent was exactly the same as that of the reckless duke from not long ago.

"This must be Van Helsing, right?" West released Blade's grip and rushed to Van Helsing's side like a sycophant.

Blade was taken aback. Wasn't West here to see him? Why was he heading straight for his master? And how did this guy know his master's name when he hadn't even introduced him yet?

"Speak your mind, or stay away from me," Van Helsing said coldly. He was only being polite by not making a move.

"Ahem..." West was a little embarrassed and covered up his awkwardness with a cough. "Senior Van Helsing, Mr. Dickon..."

“Wait.” Van Helsing stood up, looking outside. He sensed the vampire duke approaching. “Did you lure that guy here?”

"Senior, the great vampire duke, Lord Dickon, asked me to pass on a message to you..."

"what did he say?"

"We've come seeking cooperation with goodwill. Lord Dickon said that if you join us, he guarantees you a lifetime of wealth and luxury, with countless beautiful women and luxury cars..."

Van Helsing stood up and rubbed his wrist, making a cracking sound.

"Don't worry," West said, sweat beading on his forehead. He had seen some of the videos about Van Helsing and knew he was no match for him. "Lord Dickon also said that we have a common enemy, Dracula..."

Before he could finish speaking, Van Helsing twisted his hand and ripped West's neck off, then lifted his head up. "You know what? That little bat isn't even human, let alone an adult. Ridiculous."

After saying that, he threw the head behind him and drew his two swords from his waist.

Blade, standing nearby, was deeply troubled. How ironic that a former vampire hunter had actually sided with vampires.

"Alright, disciple, step back. This kind of thing is not uncommon. Some humans are a greater threat to our race than vampires. You will understand in the future."

Ripples spread across Van Helsing's body, and he immediately activated his summoned bird's protection, creating an energy shield that was much thicker than ever before.

Blade suddenly realized that an even bigger enemy was yet to come!

"Today I'll teach you your first lesson."

Van Helsing slightly bent his knees, preparing to unleash his power.

"As a hunter, never forget your essential skill: traps!"

boom!!!

Huge flames shot into the sky, the extreme temperature distorting the air itself.

Explosive trap triggered!

"Watch carefully and learn well!"

Van Helsing left a message and charged out, his right hand shielding his face as he struggled to open his eyes. Such a formidable opponent was a rare opportunity.

"Friend, let's not start fighting right away. You can make your request."

Amidst the flames, Dickon brandished his right hand, the blood vessels from his fingertips congealing into whips that lashed away the flames before him.

"Stop calling me 'friend,' it disgusts me, and I only talk to dead bats! So please, just die first!"

Two longswords wove a pattern of sword light in the air, constantly slaying the enemy in front of them.

"Alas, what a pity. I wonder if you will be embraced after you die?"

Dickon's figure was incredibly ghostly, and his use of mist was different from other vampires. He could always evade Van Helsing's attacks and move himself to a safe place.

Freeze trap triggered!

A mass of solid ice burst from the ground, freezing Dickon in place.

Van Helsing seized the opportunity, his silver sword piercing Dickon's chest, and then Dickon suddenly vanished from the ice, the sound of air being cut echoing behind him.

He lowered his head, turned around, the iron sword guarding his chest, the silver sword raised.

Van Helsing made the perfect reaction, but the suppression of basic attributes could not be ignored. When Dickon got serious, his movement speed surpassed Van Helsing's attack speed.

The gaps left by the attack were enough for Dickon to retaliate, and Van Helsing could only barely cope by relying on his ample experience.

Under Dickon's blow, the energy shield around Van Helsing began to shake.