American comics: The savior starting from the vampires

"Blood God, you are the source of all blood races, but this blood descendant is tainted with the taste of sin. Have you violated the oath you once made?"

"I am traveling back and forth between a certain multiverse today. I don't know anything about what happened in this dimension, but he is indeed my blood descendant..."

"..."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Bruce quickly analyzed the details in their words. He did not completely believe in the Judgment Council.

The Blood God seemed to feed on blood, and the War Knight was extremely cruel. This organization that judged sins was so powerful that it was unimaginable, and it seemed to be a little different from justice.

"I will restrain the blood descendants!"

Looking at the woman in Lin Jue's arms, Harley said with gritted teeth, which made Bruce on the side extremely alert, and the dissatisfaction in the Blood God's tone overflowed.

He seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the War Knight... The interior of the Judgment Council was not calm either.

Sure enough! As long as there are people, even if the goals are the same, there will inevitably be differences.

Bruce secretly remembered in his heart, he felt that this might very likely become his entry point to curb the Judgment Council in the future.

Under Lin Jue's order, Harley, who had changed into the Blood God, reluctantly walked to Patrina, and in front of Batman Bruce, she cut her finger with her nails, and a drop of blood with a flashing scarlet light dripped down and flowed into Patrina's mouth.

Her pale face instantly regained its rosy color, and her delicate eyes were somewhat moist, staring straight at Lin Jue, who was staring at the Blood God with a domineering look.

"Since it is a crime committed by my blood, I will naturally solve it."

Harley turned and looked at Bruce, who was a little embarrassed, and also cut her finger. However, Bruce's move made Harley's anger rise sharply.

Bruce actually took out something like a test tube from somewhere and placed it under her palm, which meant something.

Under Lin Jue's crazy suggestion, Harley resisted the urge to beat up the damn bat in front of her. She couldn't believe that the blood of life she released by cutting her finger in pain was actually suspected?

After dripping blood into the test tube, Harley left the two people who made her feel uncomfortable without hesitation. The afterimage disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared in front of Soter, who was kneeling on the ground with fear and awe on his face.

"Supreme and noble ancestor, I..."

Bang!

She took off the man's head and crushed it with one hand. Harley was surrounded by black air. In an instant, her burly body in the form of the blood god transformed into bats that rushed straight into the sky. Compared with the huge group of bats, her body seemed much smaller. This unique transformation method puzzled Bruce who was watching carefully below.

This was the second time he witnessed this unique way of leaving. Magic, grandeur, horror and other elements could not fully describe the scene of the transformed bat group.

"Dark Knight, I have seen all your actions. Justice that cannot eliminate evil will only make evil more unscrupulous. Although it is ridiculous, I recognize your will.

The mortal body will eventually limit your unyielding soul. I can give you a way to transcend human limits. If you think clearly, you can come to me!"

"..."

Bruce stared blankly at the war knight who left with Patalina. He slowly lowered his head to look at his black special leather jacket. There were wounds everywhere, and bright red blood dripped down the leather jacket. The pain all the time constantly stimulated his brain central nervous system.

He wanted to clench his fists hard and swing a powerful punch again, but a huge sense of powerlessness enveloped him. His tightly clenched fists loosened, and he felt an unprecedented frustration.

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"Brothers! Damn, did you capture the scene just now? The Blood God transformed into a bat!"

Huang Mao looked at the crazy rolling bullet comments with flying eyebrows. Unlike those viewers who could only watch the scene on the screen, he watched the dreamlike scene up close.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that there was something in this world that could turn into a group of bats. This was a complete leap between two species?

Or are vampires and bats the same family? Huang Mao shook his head fiercely and threw this bizarre idea behind his mind.

"I'm curious, what would happen if the anchor killed a bat?"

"It will die!"

"It will die plus one!"

"Anchor, can you find a way to catch one? I'm asking for a high price, I want to study it, this has completely overturned my scientific view!"

Am I crazy?

Seeing this statement, Huang Mao smiled but greeted the other party's family in his heart.

Compared to these viewers who were discussing the way the Blood God left, the people who had other special thoughts hidden behind the screen felt a little regretful.

In a certain underground tomb, several people wearing owl masks and neat suits sat upright around a round table, their eyes fixed on the screen projected by the projector.

"What a pity..."

An old voice broke the solemn atmosphere, and everyone in the Court of Owls focused their eyes on the old man.

They all had the same idea, that is, they expected the Blood God to clash with the suddenly appearing War Knight. The War Knight and the Blood God, two extraordinary powerful beings, made them who had always regarded themselves as the masters of Gotham feel despair and powerlessness for the first time.

"Recently, those vampires have been looking for claws everywhere. In addition to them, it is said that there are also ancestral vampires who seem to be exploring our identities!"

"The original vampire?"

"This is a way for the major forces in Gotham to classify vampires. It is said that the ancestor vampires are the direct blood descendants of the Blood God. They have far more power than other vampires, and are even immune to silverware and sunlight. , and much stronger than ordinary vampires. Maybe you have no idea about them, but from another perspective, you will understand... The vampires we usually deal with are third-generation blood descendants."

"..."

"Where are the police? Has anyone informed them? I don't believe they don't know about such bloody and cruel scenes."

"Oh, they said they have arranged manpower, but as you can see, they don't even dare to show their faces. They are a bunch of losers. It is impossible to count on them."

"Perhaps we should change our attitude to meet this distinguished guest who has come to our Gotham."

The man with the owl mask, his blond hair hanging casually in front of his shoulders, said meaningfully.

Normally, such a low profile would have been refuted by all members, but at this moment, the senior officials of the Court of Owls were silent.