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"Quickly...quickly...seal off the castle..."

With a series of orders issued, the NYPD officers from various precincts, working together, quickly surrounded the old castle in front of them.

The execution of the tactics also made the atmosphere on the scene solemn.

When Mike and his friends arrived, they were met with this serious scene, with a strong smell of garlic in the air.

After leaving the intelligence agent Tina on the perimeter, Mike took out his Men in Black badge and met with the NYPD commander.

After exchanging information, Mike led his X Team into the castle under the watchful eyes of countless NYPD members.

"John, you and Niddy lead the way. I need you to find the ventilation shaft of this castle as quickly as possible..." Mike gave the order: "Cross and Wesley, you two are responsible for covering the rear and supporting John and Niddy."

"Do you understand everything?"

"Understood~" x4

"Action!"

Immediately, Team X moved like a sharp knife throughout the castle, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the vampires.

……

At this moment, the largest number of Blood Servants and Hags gathered around the circular area in the center of the castle, all of them looking excited, as if welcoming the new king's ascension to the throne.

In the center of the arena, Blade, under Deacon's command, had his vest removed and was placed into a humanoid sarcophagus.

The inside of the sarcophagus contained many sharp blades, ready to cut open the Daywalker's flesh and drain his blood at any moment.

"Bring the elders up here!"

After confirming that the sarcophagus was fine, Dickon gave the next instruction.

Then, twelve pure-blooded vampires with fanatical expressions were brought up. They were the elders of the vampire organization in Apple City.

At this moment, they were unaware that they were destined to be sacrificed; instead, they thought that Dickon was helping them improve their bloodline.

Yes, Dickon deceived the pureblood elders, telling them that the Blood God Ritual was a ritual to elevate one's bloodline.

However, in the Blood God summoning ritual planned by Deacon, these twelve pure-blooded vampires are still the consumables for summoning the Blood God, and will eventually become his power.

It can be said that: many people are harmed to achieve success for one person!

"The ceremony begins!"

Once the twelve pureblood vampires had reached their respective pillars, Dickon, standing in the very center of the arena, eagerly pressed the button on the sarcophagus.

Then he opened his arms, as if welcoming the arrival of the Blood God.

Inside the sarcophagus, as the mechanism was activated, countless sharp blades shot out, instantly severing the wrists and ankles of the Blade Warrior trapped inside.

The blood of the Daywalker flowed down, eventually gathering at the bottom of the sarcophagus, and then flowing along the wedge-shaped grooves in the ground toward the twelve stone pillars.

“Eric is in danger, we must save him immediately…” The female doctor hiding in the corner analyzed from a professional point of view that if they waited for the blood to fill the groove, Eric would also lose all his blood.

"Calm down, now is not the time..." Old Man Whistler certainly wanted to rescue his adopted son now, but he knew even better that going out now would just be feeding the vampires.

Knowing that Eric's constitution was special and that he wouldn't die even after losing all his blood, his father was waiting for an opportunity.

Once the Blood God ritual was successful, Dickon no longer paid attention to the timing of the [Daywalker].

……

Finally, the blood, gleaming like rubies, slowly filled all the grooves on the ground, connecting to the twelve stone pillars.

Suddenly, the weather above the castle changed dramatically. Soon, a vortex-shaped dark cloud gathered, with faint red light flashing amidst the lightning and thunder.

The Blood God Summoning Ritual was a success!

The twelve pure-blood elders and Deacon all showed expressions of ecstasy.

But the twelve pure-blooded vampires soon stopped laughing, as the rolling dark clouds above the castle stopped at a certain moment.

Then, a tremendous suction force descended from above and was directed at the twelve pureblood vampires.

Drawn by lightning, the twelve pure-blooded vampires had their physical bodies destroyed, and their souls were then sucked into the sky.

Amidst the wails, the souls of those pure-blooded vampires finally merged with the dark clouds, turning them completely blood red.

Immediately afterwards, the crimson energy descended vertically and struck Dickon in the center of the arena.

This is what Dickon wanted: to sacrifice pure-blooded vampires and daywalkers to obtain more of their bloodline power and the ability to be immune to sunlight.

In fact, the vampire hierarchy is very strict, and the difference in strength between each level is huge.

The difference in potential between rabble vampires and pureblood vampires is predetermined from the start.

A ragtag vampire transformed later in life has reached its limit at the peak of the Viscount level, with no possibility of further improvement.

This is also the reason why Dickon has been troubled all these years.

Pureblood vampires who inherit their lineage from their mothers can at least reach the rank of Earl over time, and then awaken their unique bloodline talents.

Transforming into a bat, mind control, and flying through the air are all found within the power of bloodlines.

Therefore, unlike werewolves who rely solely on their strong physique to fight, vampires are more like "mages" with various innate abilities.

Once their innate abilities are awakened, their strength will experience a qualitative leap.

Enveloped in crimson light, Deacon was undergoing a transformation. It was foreseeable that once he had completely absorbed the bloodlines of the twelve pure-blooded vampires, his bloodline power would be no less than that of ordinary pure-blooded vampires.

This change could not be described as defying fate.

After absorbing all the red light, Deacon completed his transformation. At this moment, with his head slightly lowered, an arrogant expression gradually appeared on his face.

It's a feeling of having control over one's destiny.

"Long live the Lord!"

"Long live the Lord!"

"Long live the lord..."

The blood servants around, sensing something, cheered, and then their cheers merged into a wave of sound that swirled above the ancient castle.

"Hahaha~"

Dickon, his expression filled with excitement, finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Then, looking at the densely packed subordinates around him, he shouted with great confidence, "Guys, the age of vampires is about to begin! We will lead the entire era!"

Since he was called a lord, he naturally needed to have his own territory. Dickon felt that the idea of ​​first occupying Apple City was very wrong.

Just as Dickon was envisioning the future and the Blood Servants and the Hag Clan were cheering, two figures quietly crept up to the stone coffin from behind in the corner.

Whistler carefully lifted his adopted son out of the stone coffin, then carried him to a corner.

The female doctor, Karin, who followed behind, performed basic wound hemostasis for Eric during the process.

"What should we do? He's lost too much blood and needs a transfusion right away..." The female doctor, after treating the wound and checking Eric's condition, looked conflicted.

It's a long way to get to the hospital from here, and Eric's condition can't wait that long.

Moreover, with Blood Servants and Hags all around, it would be impossible for Whistler's father and the female doctor to take Eric out silently.

"I remember Eric is also half vampire, right? How about we feed him some blood and see what happens..." Doctor Karin thought for a moment and came up with a feasible solution.

However, as she took out the knife from her body, Whistler's father had already bitten open the carotid artery in his wrist and put his wrist to his adopted son's mouth.

Yes, that was Whistler's original plan.

……

"These vampires are really arrogant..." Mike grimaced unhappily as he listened to the shouts below from the ventilation shaft above the castle.

During the Blood God summoning ritual, Team X had already figured out the general structure of the castle. And after eliminating several waves of Blood Servants, they even found the most suitable ventilation shaft for scattering silver dust.

Yes, in Mike's view, vampires, with their countless fatal weaknesses, have no right to be so arrogant. Therefore, he plans to give the vampires a surprise, a rain of silver dust.

Seeing that the vampire atmosphere below had reached its peak, Mike looked at John, who was working, and asked, "How much longer?"

For this mission, Team X brought a sufficient amount of silver powder and a small, high-powered blower.

These things were now given to John.

“The blower and pure silver powder are ready,” John replied affirmatively.

It must be said that this former hitman was indeed very efficient when he was working.

"Then what are we waiting for! Let's blow it!" Mike couldn't wait any longer.

Chapter 401 The Vampires Are Pathetic

As the blower was turned on, countless silver powders drifted into the castle from the vents.

It's worth mentioning that during the distant Middle Ages, when vampires were rampant, humans once used silver cutlery for a period of time.

This behavior is not only because silver tableware has a disinfecting function, but also because silver products can effectively kill the vampire virus.

For vampires, whose bodies are covered in vampire toxins, silver products are like poison.

Now, "arsenic" is pouring down, covering most of the castle. The first to be tested are the densely packed blood servants in the middle of the castle.

While ragtag vampires can resist the silver powder thanks to their powerful regenerative abilities, the weaker vampire servants are like fish thrown into a boiling oil pot once they come into contact with it.

Instantly, the grand cheers in the castle turned into screams of agony, and swathes of blood servants turned to ashes amidst their wails.

"What happened?" Dickon, who was enjoying the cheers, was enraged when he saw the horrific state of his bloodied servants.

"Reporting to the leader, I forgot to tell you before, besides the Blade Warriors, another group of enemies has infiltrated the castle..." a Hag reported.

"Useless trash!" Dickon glared fiercely at the Hag Clan lackey in front of him and continued to ask, "Is there any news I don't know?"

It wasn't that the underlings weren't dedicated; it was simply because Dickon had focused all his attention on the Blood God summoning ceremony, and he didn't want to hear anything else from him at that time.

"And...and another thing, the castle seems to be surrounded by NYPD." The Hag Clan henchman said fearfully, delivering yet another piece of bad news.

"They're all useless!" Dickon, who was originally feeling smug, couldn't hide his anger after hearing two pieces of bad news.

Unable to vent his anger, he grabbed the Ha Gui tribe henchman by the neck and lifted him up.

This vampire leader, whose bloodline had just been elevated, bared his fangs, intending to taste fresh blood.

This little devil from the Hag tribe in front of me is a waste of his resources.

"Spare me... Master... I'll never do it again..."

Although the ultimate goal of the Hag tribe is to obtain the "Embrace," this Hag minion was frightened by the leader's ferocious face and the fangs that were gradually approaching his neck. His intuition told him that what was about to happen was definitely not good.

At that moment, the little minion of the Hag tribe regretted his actions.

"Whoosh~"

"Boom...bang..."

Just then, a specially made bullet flew from a distance and hit two of the Hag Clan henchmen and Dickon in the head.

“Well done, Wesley. Excellent timing…” In a secluded corner of the castle, the cross gave his son his approval.

Meanwhile, Wesley, after nearly two months of intensive training, had almost mastered his father's skills.

It must be said, he truly is a man born with the blood of an assassin.

Hearing his father's praise, Wesley also showed a proud smile.

Meanwhile, Deacon, despite having his head shattered, did not fall. Thanks to the previous Blood God ritual, his vampire rank had reached Earl level, and he had even awakened the [Blood Regeneration] talent.

As long as the body's essence and blood are not completely depleted, it can be reborn using blood, with an effect somewhat similar to a inferior version of blood rebirth.

Among the many bloodline talents of vampires, the [Blood Regeneration] talent may not be the strongest, but its ability to save lives is definitely among the top.

Before long, thanks to his bloodline talent, Dickon's head returned to its original shape as it writhed, and even his body posture remained unchanged.

However, the Hag tribe member he was holding had become a lifeless corpse, with blood splattered everywhere.

"Damn ants!" Although Dickon was unharmed in the attack, he still felt offended by the attacker's actions.

"Don't let me find you..."

Dropping the lifeless corpse in his hand, Dickon's anger was gradually reaching its peak.

Hidden in a corner, Wesley watched in shock as his target, whose head had been smashed, instantly returned to normal.

However, considering that this was his first time officially going on a mission with Team X, Wesley, eager to make a name for himself, calmed himself down and raised his special sniper rifle again.

“Wait, we may have been exposed…” Cross, who was more experienced and had been paying close attention to the mission target’s status, put down his son’s sniper rifle and began to move with the other party.