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The deafening sound and the intensifying vibration have already attracted the attention of Downey and others. They showed a vigilant look, exchanged glances, and began to be on guard. Having lived and died on the battlefield, they knew that there was something terrible waiting for them just ahead.

Downey was worried. This abnormal change must be due to Dickon performing the ritual. But he really couldn't understand, how did Dickon do it without enough Sunwalker's blood?

The biggest special feature of the Blood God is by no means how powerful the Blood God itself is. What is really special about the blood god is that he can get rid of all vampiric weaknesses, no fear of sunlight and silver weapons, and no disgust, nausea and repulsion for garlic. Blood God is equivalent to an upgraded version of vampire, with stronger combat power, invincible characteristics, and no obvious weaknesses.

All of this is based on the presence of daywalkers.

The birth of the Daywalker is a low-probability miracle produced by countless impossible events! This may involve the level of life factors, which can only be obtained from the source of genetic code. Throughout the past few thousand years, how many daywalkers like the Blade Warrior have been born? If it were really that easy, things like blood gods would have been all over the streets long ago, and a day walker could bleed repeatedly. As for the lives of the twelve noble purebloods as sacrifices... just twelve, really How much do you think the vampire kingdom cares? !

The birth of the blood god is very difficult. It is too difficult to find the special life form of the day walker, otherwise the manufacturing method of the blood god will not be cut off. Such a secret thing will be deciphered by a talented Hagui tribe.

The three of them followed the passage to the bottom, and countless vampires fled for their lives in a panic, many of them with expressions of deep fear.

Downey grabbed the guy who was about to run away from him: "What happened?"

"Dead, the skeletons are slaughtered all over the sky, and Dickon will become a god!"

This vampire was obviously a little crazy. There was no bright spot in his numb pupils. Even if he was caught by Downey, he would remain indifferent and just keep repeating the same words.

The blade stabbed the vampire to death, and the eyes behind the sunglasses were a little gloomy. He took killing vampires as his lifelong belief, no matter how difficult the process was, it didn't shake him in the slightest, and he would persist until his death. But if because of him, a terrifying creature like the blood god is allowed to appear in the world, it will increase the danger of vampires sharply and bring a huge disaster to this world!

"Don't worry so much, what kind of bullshit Blood God, no matter how strong he is, he will be stabbed to death." Downey patted Dao Feng's shoulder to comfort him.

The three stopped talking and rushed towards the central altar in no particular order. This is an open area, and the most eye-catching thing should be the twelve obelisks surrounding it and the round monument on the dome.

But at this moment, everything was covered by the figure in the center. The seemingly insignificant figure in the center of the altar seems to have a shadow covering all, burying all the brilliance, leaving only his own blood red.

"That's Dickon?!"

The three of Downey stared at the humanoid creature whose body was constantly changing, feeling a little uncertain. This weird thing is Dickon? It seems unreasonable at all, a person who keeps changing and doesn't even have a fixed form is worthy of the title "Blood God"?

Dao Feng sneered: "Although I don't know what happened, it looks like he failed." He was greatly relieved that Dickon didn't change qualitatively because of his existence. The man who was proud of his identity as a vampire hunter let go of his psychological burden a little.

Dickon laughed wildly. He could feel that he was evolving. Although he didn't know why the progress was so slow, there was no doubt that he was getting stronger. In the depths of his body, countless life factors from ancient times are frantically merging and reorganizing. Dickon can also clearly feel this. Although he doesn't know the reason, at this moment he does feel the secret of his ancestors.

"Donnie! Donnie, you are here, give me your blood! Your blood can make me evolve continuously, become more noble and perfect!" Dickon stared at Donnie with blood-red eyes. Donnie, I can't wait to tear Downey into pieces and use his blood to sublimate myself.

"My blood?"

Downey was dumbfounded, and Dao Feng and the old bartender were also a little bit dumbfounded. Didn't they say to use the blood of the Daywalker? How could this have something to do with the blood of the mutant Downey.

Daofeng asked Downey with puzzled eyes, and Downey shook his head blankly, expressing that he didn't understand what was going on at all.

The old bartender's eyes turned red when he saw Dickon. Although Dickon's appearance changed a lot, he could barely see that it was Dickon himself. This was the first time the old bartender faced Dickon directly, and his eyes were completely red.

He spent most of his life on the run, it was too bitter, too miserable! He has been fleeing for his life since he was a child, and has no future. He stole things and was almost beaten to death; he blocked the road and robbed and was wanted by the police; he had to spend all his time learning various killing and escape skills. Others will have a happy childhood and can grow up step by step, but he didn't! His memory is all about fleeing, fleeing, fleeing.

At the age of the old bartender, it is reasonable to say that he should have lived for the rest of his life and had a lot of children and grandchildren, but until today the old bartender is still alone. He spent most of his life on the road to escape, his entire life was fleeing, fleeing, fleeing.

His parents belonged to the Hagui family, they should be damned, the old bartender would think clearly about this in the dead of night. But his family has already paid the price for this. The whole family and even the innocent distant relatives of ordinary people's families have been uprooted by the former masters, leaving him alone to survive.

This price is enough.

But who should pay for his life now? ! Look at his life: run away, run away, run away...

He still remembered that in the stormy night, he had nowhere to go, hiding in the corner of a dilapidated wall that was about to collapse and shivering. He still remembers that on a snowy winter day, he was driven like a homeless wild dog and almost froze to death on the street. Every day was a struggle to the death.

The old bartender hated this boring life long ago. If he hadn't had the idea of ​​revenge to keep him going, he would have committed suicide a long time ago. Why bother to live in such a miserable life? It is Dickon who knows the secret and has been chasing him secretly, it is Dickon who refuses to let him go, it is Dickon who never gives him a way out.

Finally, today is the day! There are people around him who are willing to stand with him! He has been alone for most of his life, until today, he finally has someone who is willing to join forces with him against the enemy!

The old bartender was about to go crazy, he was panting heavily, his red trough nose kept twitching, and on his old face was a face that was more distorted than the current Dickon. He fired first, and a silver bullet hit Dickon with a bang.