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Chapter 186: Extinction
But things were different after Max, with his inherent ultraviolet properties, arrived.
Even though Max's primary power was electric current, it could still inflict devastating damage on Vampires and Reapers. If struck by his electricity, let alone the ultraviolet, the intense burning sensation alone was enough to electrocute these creatures into charred husks.
Moreover, Max's electricity could bend and came with a built-in illumination function, becoming a terrifying nightmare for these new creatures who prided themselves on being Reapers—a natural predator they were powerless to match.
How could they fight someone like Max? To show oneself meant certain death. To hide also meant certain death from the twisting and turning currents. As for high-tech weapons, bullets would be instantly vaporized upon hitting Max's body, and bombs and other explosives could be easily manipulated by him.
In this age of electricity, Max was practically an irrational deity—although the development of this deity's own abilities was limited, it was still more than enough to inflict lethal damage upon the Reapers.
Consequently, even the ordinary Vampires regarded him with awe and fear.
"Mr. Max, thank you for your help," a Vampire, completely wrapped in protective gear and wearing filtered goggles, said as he approached respectfully.
In just over ten minutes, hundreds of Reapers who had driven them to despair had been single-handedly slaughtered by Max. The omnipotence Max displayed was, in the eyes of these Vampires, more brilliant than the Sun!
Because Max could perfectly control every single current he unleashed!
"Tony said that all Vampires are scum and beasts, and they all deserve to die." Max's face was cold. In truth, aside from those he was familiar with, like Tony and the Old Bartender, he would never show emotions like a smile to outsiders.
When he was at his most helpless, it was Tony who found him.
When he was rejected by the entire world, it was Tony's family that took him in.
Whatever Tony said, right or wrong, was the absolute truth! Even if he was wrong, it wasn't Mr. Tony who was at fault—it was the entire world!
And if the world was wrong, then they would just destroy it and build a new one.
In any case, Tony could never be wrong!
"What?!" The Vampire was terrified and uneasy, his expression behind the mask one of horror and helplessness. "Please, don't do this! We have a cooperative relationship, we're partners! Besides, the unpleasantness between the Vampire Kingdom and the Machinist was put behind us by both sides long ago—"
"But I haven't."
With an indifferent expression, Max waved his hand, and the Vampires who had been helping just a moment ago were electrocuted to death, all of them reduced to ash.
In his simple, unadorned value system, he did whatever Tony said. If Tony said every last Vampire deserved to die, then they truly deserved to die!
No reason needed.
Mr. Tony had said so, which meant these Vampires had to die.
The Old Bartender lowered his gun and whistled. "Well done, Max! These scum deserve to die. This is the right way to do it!"
The Old Bartender's animosity towards Vampires was the deepest—creatures like them shouldn't even have the right to exist. His ideology was even more radical than Tony's.
The Old Bartender had spent the better part of his life on the run. How many years does a person get to live in total? By the time he could finally settle down, white hair had already irreversibly covered his head.
His best years were gone forever, all of them spent on those damned Vampires. At his age, anyone else would have long since retired to a life of leisure, surrounded by children and grandchildren.
But his life was only just beginning—his life of exterminating Vampires was only just beginning.
Blade and Whistler, the pair of Vampire Hunters, exchanged a helpless glance and gave a wry smile. Before the arrival of Electro, this God of Slaughter, they had been working closely with the Vampires. Although it was like bargaining with a tiger, it had been the best choice when facing a terrifying pack of wolves.
Now that Max, this God of Slaughter, had arrived, all those monsters and demons were nothing but dregs. He slaughtered Reapers and Vampires without mercy, killing both sides without the slightest courtesy.
"Actually, I'm sort of half-Vampire myself..." Blade let out a dry cough.
Electro's head snapped toward him, his dangerous gaze sizing up Blade. He remembered Tony's words clearly: "It's best to wipe out the entire Vampire species. Max, in the future, you will follow me to wage war in the Cosmos, but before we leave, we must ensure that the Vampires on Earth are tragically and completely exterminated."
Under Electro's intense stare, Blade's expression tensed slightly. His face twitched, and he became wary. Even with his Vampire's superhuman physique and mastery of most of Earth's martial arts disciplines, it would be difficult for him to fight a Metahuman like Max.
Moreover, Max was a semi-energetic state Metahuman, the kind who becomes incredibly difficult to kill once they fully understand their own abilities and limits.
The Old Bartender quickly stepped in to mediate, calming Max down. "They're good friends of Tony's, too. We all risked our lives together back in the day."
Max averted his gaze, staring into the darkness in silence.
Everything depended on Tony's orders.
In any case, he had long since lost all hope in this damned world.
Whistler said helplessly, "Without intelligence from the Vampire Kingdom, how are we going to find the Matriarch?"
"We can't kill the Matriarch even if we find her! As long as she's alive, the other Reapers are at least controllable. Once the Matriarch dies, those things will lose their shackles and scatter in all directions, making it difficult to hunt them all down. With their ability to reproduce at an exponential rate by infecting others, it could even plunge the entire world into a terrifying crisis!" the Old Bartender said in a grave voice, staring silently at the dark sewer tunnels.
"Then I'll just kill every single Reaper here. I won't let a single one escape. It doesn't matter which one is the Matriarch; if I kill them all, the problem is solved."
Max's eyes were open, and in the darkness of the underground, his glowing blue eyes were incredibly conspicuous.
Under his gaze, he could see several thousand pale, new-type Vampires still in these tunnels. No matter how widespread the darkness, it couldn't obstruct his vision.
Any living creature has a bioelectric field. In these dark and complex sewer pipes, with no excessive electrical wiring around, those things stood out more glaringly than anything else. He could see their shifting bioelectric fields even from hundreds of meters away, through countless walls.
"You all stand guard here. I'll take care of slaughtering them all!"
Max took off his insulated jacket and, with a cold sneer, walked deeper into the sewer pipes. Before long, Blade and the others could faintly hear the sound of explosions and see fleeting flashes of blue electricity.
Amidst the cacophony, an unknown number of Reapers that had left them helpless were being effortlessly killed.
"With this guy around, the Vampires are in for some serious bad luck." Blade revealed his trademark, toothy grin.
(end of chapter)
But things were different after Max, with his inherent ultraviolet properties, arrived.
Even though Max's primary power was electric current, it could still inflict devastating damage on Vampires and Reapers. If struck by his electricity, let alone the ultraviolet, the intense burning sensation alone was enough to electrocute these creatures into charred husks.
Moreover, Max's electricity could bend and came with a built-in illumination function, becoming a terrifying nightmare for these new creatures who prided themselves on being Reapers—a natural predator they were powerless to match.
How could they fight someone like Max? To show oneself meant certain death. To hide also meant certain death from the twisting and turning currents. As for high-tech weapons, bullets would be instantly vaporized upon hitting Max's body, and bombs and other explosives could be easily manipulated by him.
In this age of electricity, Max was practically an irrational deity—although the development of this deity's own abilities was limited, it was still more than enough to inflict lethal damage upon the Reapers.
Consequently, even the ordinary Vampires regarded him with awe and fear.
"Mr. Max, thank you for your help," a Vampire, completely wrapped in protective gear and wearing filtered goggles, said as he approached respectfully.
In just over ten minutes, hundreds of Reapers who had driven them to despair had been single-handedly slaughtered by Max. The omnipotence Max displayed was, in the eyes of these Vampires, more brilliant than the Sun!
Because Max could perfectly control every single current he unleashed!
"Tony said that all Vampires are scum and beasts, and they all deserve to die." Max's face was cold. In truth, aside from those he was familiar with, like Tony and the Old Bartender, he would never show emotions like a smile to outsiders.
When he was at his most helpless, it was Tony who found him.
When he was rejected by the entire world, it was Tony's family that took him in.
Whatever Tony said, right or wrong, was the absolute truth! Even if he was wrong, it wasn't Mr. Tony who was at fault—it was the entire world!
And if the world was wrong, then they would just destroy it and build a new one.
In any case, Tony could never be wrong!
"What?!" The Vampire was terrified and uneasy, his expression behind the mask one of horror and helplessness. "Please, don't do this! We have a cooperative relationship, we're partners! Besides, the unpleasantness between the Vampire Kingdom and the Machinist was put behind us by both sides long ago—"
"But I haven't."
With an indifferent expression, Max waved his hand, and the Vampires who had been helping just a moment ago were electrocuted to death, all of them reduced to ash.
In his simple, unadorned value system, he did whatever Tony said. If Tony said every last Vampire deserved to die, then they truly deserved to die!
No reason needed.
Mr. Tony had said so, which meant these Vampires had to die.
The Old Bartender lowered his gun and whistled. "Well done, Max! These scum deserve to die. This is the right way to do it!"
The Old Bartender's animosity towards Vampires was the deepest—creatures like them shouldn't even have the right to exist. His ideology was even more radical than Tony's.
The Old Bartender had spent the better part of his life on the run. How many years does a person get to live in total? By the time he could finally settle down, white hair had already irreversibly covered his head.
His best years were gone forever, all of them spent on those damned Vampires. At his age, anyone else would have long since retired to a life of leisure, surrounded by children and grandchildren.
But his life was only just beginning—his life of exterminating Vampires was only just beginning.
Blade and Whistler, the pair of Vampire Hunters, exchanged a helpless glance and gave a wry smile. Before the arrival of Electro, this God of Slaughter, they had been working closely with the Vampires. Although it was like bargaining with a tiger, it had been the best choice when facing a terrifying pack of wolves.
Now that Max, this God of Slaughter, had arrived, all those monsters and demons were nothing but dregs. He slaughtered Reapers and Vampires without mercy, killing both sides without the slightest courtesy.
"Actually, I'm sort of half-Vampire myself..." Blade let out a dry cough.
Electro's head snapped toward him, his dangerous gaze sizing up Blade. He remembered Tony's words clearly: "It's best to wipe out the entire Vampire species. Max, in the future, you will follow me to wage war in the Cosmos, but before we leave, we must ensure that the Vampires on Earth are tragically and completely exterminated."
Under Electro's intense stare, Blade's expression tensed slightly. His face twitched, and he became wary. Even with his Vampire's superhuman physique and mastery of most of Earth's martial arts disciplines, it would be difficult for him to fight a Metahuman like Max.
Moreover, Max was a semi-energetic state Metahuman, the kind who becomes incredibly difficult to kill once they fully understand their own abilities and limits.
The Old Bartender quickly stepped in to mediate, calming Max down. "They're good friends of Tony's, too. We all risked our lives together back in the day."
Max averted his gaze, staring into the darkness in silence.
Everything depended on Tony's orders.
In any case, he had long since lost all hope in this damned world.
Whistler said helplessly, "Without intelligence from the Vampire Kingdom, how are we going to find the Matriarch?"
"We can't kill the Matriarch even if we find her! As long as she's alive, the other Reapers are at least controllable. Once the Matriarch dies, those things will lose their shackles and scatter in all directions, making it difficult to hunt them all down. With their ability to reproduce at an exponential rate by infecting others, it could even plunge the entire world into a terrifying crisis!" the Old Bartender said in a grave voice, staring silently at the dark sewer tunnels.
"Then I'll just kill every single Reaper here. I won't let a single one escape. It doesn't matter which one is the Matriarch; if I kill them all, the problem is solved."
Max's eyes were open, and in the darkness of the underground, his glowing blue eyes were incredibly conspicuous.
Under his gaze, he could see several thousand pale, new-type Vampires still in these tunnels. No matter how widespread the darkness, it couldn't obstruct his vision.
Any living creature has a bioelectric field. In these dark and complex sewer pipes, with no excessive electrical wiring around, those things stood out more glaringly than anything else. He could see their shifting bioelectric fields even from hundreds of meters away, through countless walls.
"You all stand guard here. I'll take care of slaughtering them all!"
Max took off his insulated jacket and, with a cold sneer, walked deeper into the sewer pipes. Before long, Blade and the others could faintly hear the sound of explosions and see fleeting flashes of blue electricity.
Amidst the cacophony, an unknown number of Reapers that had left them helpless were being effortlessly killed.
"With this guy around, the Vampires are in for some serious bad luck." Blade revealed his trademark, toothy grin.
(end of chapter)
