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Chapter 29: Weapons
Tony took a single stride, appearing before John and grabbing his neck.
“Your deadliest weapons are your teeth, yet you insist on playing with firearms.”
Tony acted decisively. He preemptively intervened, stopping the Vampires just as they were about to attack and restraining John. His speed was incredibly fast, astonishing everyone!
John’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could this Mutant, who specialized in control, possess such excellent physical prowess?! Gasping, mouth agape, he gurgled, unable to utter a word. The other Vampires nervously aimed their guns at Tony, ready to strike at any moment.
Several Small Transformers assembled, eyeing them menacingly. Outside, Optimus Prime was also bristling with anticipation, ready to unleash heavy weapons and utterly bury these filthy creatures.
“One last question: why does Deacon want me to fight the Vampires to the death?” Tony stared at the Pureblood, gradually tightening his grip. He had no good feelings whatsoever for these creatures that fed on ordinary Humans. If given the chance, he would kill every single one, eliminating a great enemy for humanity.
John’s eyes grew even bloodier. He simply had no idea; someone like Deacon wouldn't possibly tell him the plan.
With a snap, Tony broke the Pureblood's neck, then mercilessly attacked the other Vampires! He charged forward, a blade materializing in his hand, and instantly severed a Vampire's head. For Vampires of this level, decapitation would still lead to death after some time.
The Vampires screamed and retaliated. Their master was dead, and according to the ways of the Vampire world, they couldn't expect to survive alone; even if they returned, they would be executed!
Countless bullets rained down on Tony, but they were all stopped by Metal Constructs. The gang members refused to be outdone, seizing the opportunity to fight back and knocking several Vampires to the ground.
“Don't let them get close enough to bite you!” Tony roared. A Vampire was hit in a vital spot but didn't die immediately. Instead, it tore off its mask and bit a nearby gang member.
People paled in shock. They had clearly hit the enemy many times, so why weren't they dead yet? They had never encountered such enemies. Could they all be Mutants?
With a huge bang, Optimus Prime burst in, using its Vulcan Cannon to blast the last Vampire into a pulpy mess, beyond revival.
In the chaotic battle, Tony casually killed the bitten ordinary person. As long as a vital spot was hit in time before they could convert into a Vampire, they would still die.
“What kind of people are these?”
The group was unsettled and full of doubt. This was too bizarre; despite being injured and bleeding, they still possessed such strong combat power, coupled with superhuman abilities...
“They are Vampires. Consider yourselves lucky you weren't bitten.” Tony dragged John's body to a small spot where sunlight directly shone. John's body instantly ignited, turning to ashes.
Everyone else was stunned. This scene, defying all logic, shattered their common knowledge. For the first time, the door to a New World opened before their eyes.
Tony didn't pay them much heed. He simply urged the Old Bartender to immediately modify his motorcycle. He needed more reliable combat support, not someone like the Old Bartender, who would always hide and play dead whenever there was a fight.
As he was leaving, the burly man, supported by someone, shouted at Tony, saying he would repay him one day.
Tony laughed heartily, pretending not to hear and not responding. The gang members weren't good people, of course, but at the very least, they were Human. Killing a bunch of beasts to save a group of innocent people caught up in this, he, Tony, didn't mind doing it.
He was never a good person, nor would he allow himself to be one. He simply followed his own heart, until he fell forever in the endless Blood War of the future.
He, Mechanic tony, could walk beneath the light without any qualms, and could rampage recklessly through the darkness.
...
The Vampire Kingdom. It had stood in the world for thousands of years, its history comparable to that of humanity, for where there were Humans, there were Vampires.
For thousands of years, the Vampire Faction and various major Human factions waged long wars. Although most were bloodily suppressed, they always managed to rise again, and once they developed and grew strong, they would fight again. This frequent cycle had lasted for too long, long enough to annoy some individuals in the Vampire Kingdom.
Deacon appeared to be a handsome young man, with a pale face, sharp features, and a slender build. Only his narrow, elongated eyes gleamed with an eerie light. He slammed his headphones onto the table, expressionless, showing no joy or anger.
John had his listening device on him, so he had heard everything. Tony was more cunning than he had imagined, displaying a shrewdness uncommon for someone his age.
But it was merely petty cleverness, utterly useless in the grand scheme of things, and the inevitable trend of both sides going to war could not be avoided.
“Deacon Frost.” A servant walked in. “The Council has summoned you. The Council Members have something to ask you.”
Deacon sneered, then stood up and walked in with a casual air. His hair was messy, his shirt unbuttoned, and his whole demeanor was sloppy, as if he completely disregarded the Vampire Council.
The servant didn't bat an eye; Deacon was always like this, and he had the right to be this way.
The Vampire Council was too ancient, so ancient that it disgusted and repulsed New Faction members like Deacon.
The Vampire King had neglected affairs for years, with most of the power controlled by the Council. But this kind of Council, in the eyes of the New Faction, was as corrupt as rotten flesh. The Council had only thirteen seats in total, each controlled by one of the traditional Thirteen Clans. This situation had been maintained for thousands of years, so long that many families felt anger and disgust.
He, Deacon Frost, grew up in such a corrupt era. Behind him were countless large and small families, and the Thompson Family was one of them. They followed Deacon, wanting to change their disadvantaged status, to participate in the Council, and to drive out the Thirteen Clans.
The Speaker had been swamped recently. Vampire Hunters had intensified their encirclement and suppression of Vampires. Many strongholds had fallen, large numbers of Vampires had been killed, and many blood banks had been destroyed, already beginning to affect the blood supply of the entire Vampire Kingdom.
Relying solely on buying from hospitals and governments wouldn't work; they didn't have that much money, and blood was very expensive.
The Speaker was furious. He roared at the entering Deacon, questioning why he provoked the mechanic.
“That damned Mutant, he has Charles and Erik backing him, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is also watching him! Are you crazy, provoking him at this time? We've already lost too many people; do you still want to start another war with the Mutant Faction?!” The Speaker slammed the table. He could not tolerate Deacon acting unilaterally, bypassing the Council; this would bring them new crises.
Deacon sneered. This kind of argument had happened many times, and he disdained these old geezers for being so overcautious.
“Humans are just food; we are creatures that feed on Humans!” Deacon said.
The Speaker sneered coldly, and the other Council Members also sneered. They laughed at Deacon for knowing nothing, still immersed in the most prosperous era of Vampires hundreds of years ago.
“Do you know how many Vampires are left globally now?” the Speaker said in a cold voice. “One million! Billions of Humans globally, and with our Vampire reproduction rate, we only barely amount to one million in total even now! You simply know nothing! This world is far crazier and more dangerous than you can imagine!”
Deacon was stunned for a moment. He was indeed quite shocked. Ever since he was converted into a Vampire, he had been immersed in the dream of Vampire supremacy.
“In this world, there are far too many hidden races. They live in seclusion year-round, but if just one of them comes out, it could wipe us out, and that's not even counting a situation where Humans and Mutants also join the fight!” The Speaker earnestly advised him, as this fellow before him was so young and utterly ignorant.
“Why didn't you tell me? You should have told me a long time ago...” Deacon's face darkened. He was never good-tempered; cruel as he was, the number of fellow Vampires he had slaughtered was countless.
“Because you were never a Pureblood, but we are different. We are born Purebloods; we are born with the mission to fight for the Vampires.” A Council Member suddenly spoke. His words represented the view of this Council: an acquired Half-blood Vampire had no right to participate in the upper echelons.
Deacon was furious. At this moment, he even harbored thoughts of killing that Council Member. All these years, because of his acquired status, he had been suppressed and ostracized by the Council, having absolutely no right to participate.
Finally, Deacon sneered, “You will all pay the price,” then turned and left. He truly harbored murderous intent towards the Council. The God-Creation Plan had been largely deciphered, and he had been waiting for the opportune moment.
The sound of footsteps faded, and the Council became quiet again. Everyone heard Deacon's threat, but remained indifferent.
A Council Member looked at the Speaker and asked, “Aren't we going to stop him? He seems to have deciphered crucial content. Although we don't know what it is, we can certainly take it from him.”
“I know what it is; I have always known what it is,” the Speaker said dismissively. “The things recorded on those Skin Cloths are sparsely recorded in my family's Ancient Texts. It's merely about creating the Combat Servants of our ancestors from ancient times. No need to worry, it won't be too late to seize it after he succeeds.”
He also concealed many things from the other Council Members, as there were conflicts and struggles even among the Thirteen Clans. Although he didn't know the exact details of those servants, from the information he possessed, it was, frankly, a weapon of war. This piece of information was certainly not recorded in those Skin Cloths; even Deacon would not know the true nature of this weapon, as the Skin Cloths only contained the manufacturing method.
According to records, thousands of years ago, the Vampire Clan had an extremely terrifying enemy.
At that time, the Vampire Clan suffered a one-sided slaughter, almost driven to the brink of extinction. Even the Progenitor Dracula was utterly defeated, losing battle after battle. So, Dracula created this Bio-weapon to counter that terrifying enemy and his army of followers.
According to records, that terrifying enemy seemed to be a Mutant.
His name was Apocalypse.
(end of chapter)
Tony took a single stride, appearing before John and grabbing his neck.
“Your deadliest weapons are your teeth, yet you insist on playing with firearms.”
Tony acted decisively. He preemptively intervened, stopping the Vampires just as they were about to attack and restraining John. His speed was incredibly fast, astonishing everyone!
John’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could this Mutant, who specialized in control, possess such excellent physical prowess?! Gasping, mouth agape, he gurgled, unable to utter a word. The other Vampires nervously aimed their guns at Tony, ready to strike at any moment.
Several Small Transformers assembled, eyeing them menacingly. Outside, Optimus Prime was also bristling with anticipation, ready to unleash heavy weapons and utterly bury these filthy creatures.
“One last question: why does Deacon want me to fight the Vampires to the death?” Tony stared at the Pureblood, gradually tightening his grip. He had no good feelings whatsoever for these creatures that fed on ordinary Humans. If given the chance, he would kill every single one, eliminating a great enemy for humanity.
John’s eyes grew even bloodier. He simply had no idea; someone like Deacon wouldn't possibly tell him the plan.
With a snap, Tony broke the Pureblood's neck, then mercilessly attacked the other Vampires! He charged forward, a blade materializing in his hand, and instantly severed a Vampire's head. For Vampires of this level, decapitation would still lead to death after some time.
The Vampires screamed and retaliated. Their master was dead, and according to the ways of the Vampire world, they couldn't expect to survive alone; even if they returned, they would be executed!
Countless bullets rained down on Tony, but they were all stopped by Metal Constructs. The gang members refused to be outdone, seizing the opportunity to fight back and knocking several Vampires to the ground.
“Don't let them get close enough to bite you!” Tony roared. A Vampire was hit in a vital spot but didn't die immediately. Instead, it tore off its mask and bit a nearby gang member.
People paled in shock. They had clearly hit the enemy many times, so why weren't they dead yet? They had never encountered such enemies. Could they all be Mutants?
With a huge bang, Optimus Prime burst in, using its Vulcan Cannon to blast the last Vampire into a pulpy mess, beyond revival.
In the chaotic battle, Tony casually killed the bitten ordinary person. As long as a vital spot was hit in time before they could convert into a Vampire, they would still die.
“What kind of people are these?”
The group was unsettled and full of doubt. This was too bizarre; despite being injured and bleeding, they still possessed such strong combat power, coupled with superhuman abilities...
“They are Vampires. Consider yourselves lucky you weren't bitten.” Tony dragged John's body to a small spot where sunlight directly shone. John's body instantly ignited, turning to ashes.
Everyone else was stunned. This scene, defying all logic, shattered their common knowledge. For the first time, the door to a New World opened before their eyes.
Tony didn't pay them much heed. He simply urged the Old Bartender to immediately modify his motorcycle. He needed more reliable combat support, not someone like the Old Bartender, who would always hide and play dead whenever there was a fight.
As he was leaving, the burly man, supported by someone, shouted at Tony, saying he would repay him one day.
Tony laughed heartily, pretending not to hear and not responding. The gang members weren't good people, of course, but at the very least, they were Human. Killing a bunch of beasts to save a group of innocent people caught up in this, he, Tony, didn't mind doing it.
He was never a good person, nor would he allow himself to be one. He simply followed his own heart, until he fell forever in the endless Blood War of the future.
He, Mechanic tony, could walk beneath the light without any qualms, and could rampage recklessly through the darkness.
...
The Vampire Kingdom. It had stood in the world for thousands of years, its history comparable to that of humanity, for where there were Humans, there were Vampires.
For thousands of years, the Vampire Faction and various major Human factions waged long wars. Although most were bloodily suppressed, they always managed to rise again, and once they developed and grew strong, they would fight again. This frequent cycle had lasted for too long, long enough to annoy some individuals in the Vampire Kingdom.
Deacon appeared to be a handsome young man, with a pale face, sharp features, and a slender build. Only his narrow, elongated eyes gleamed with an eerie light. He slammed his headphones onto the table, expressionless, showing no joy or anger.
John had his listening device on him, so he had heard everything. Tony was more cunning than he had imagined, displaying a shrewdness uncommon for someone his age.
But it was merely petty cleverness, utterly useless in the grand scheme of things, and the inevitable trend of both sides going to war could not be avoided.
“Deacon Frost.” A servant walked in. “The Council has summoned you. The Council Members have something to ask you.”
Deacon sneered, then stood up and walked in with a casual air. His hair was messy, his shirt unbuttoned, and his whole demeanor was sloppy, as if he completely disregarded the Vampire Council.
The servant didn't bat an eye; Deacon was always like this, and he had the right to be this way.
The Vampire Council was too ancient, so ancient that it disgusted and repulsed New Faction members like Deacon.
The Vampire King had neglected affairs for years, with most of the power controlled by the Council. But this kind of Council, in the eyes of the New Faction, was as corrupt as rotten flesh. The Council had only thirteen seats in total, each controlled by one of the traditional Thirteen Clans. This situation had been maintained for thousands of years, so long that many families felt anger and disgust.
He, Deacon Frost, grew up in such a corrupt era. Behind him were countless large and small families, and the Thompson Family was one of them. They followed Deacon, wanting to change their disadvantaged status, to participate in the Council, and to drive out the Thirteen Clans.
The Speaker had been swamped recently. Vampire Hunters had intensified their encirclement and suppression of Vampires. Many strongholds had fallen, large numbers of Vampires had been killed, and many blood banks had been destroyed, already beginning to affect the blood supply of the entire Vampire Kingdom.
Relying solely on buying from hospitals and governments wouldn't work; they didn't have that much money, and blood was very expensive.
The Speaker was furious. He roared at the entering Deacon, questioning why he provoked the mechanic.
“That damned Mutant, he has Charles and Erik backing him, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is also watching him! Are you crazy, provoking him at this time? We've already lost too many people; do you still want to start another war with the Mutant Faction?!” The Speaker slammed the table. He could not tolerate Deacon acting unilaterally, bypassing the Council; this would bring them new crises.
Deacon sneered. This kind of argument had happened many times, and he disdained these old geezers for being so overcautious.
“Humans are just food; we are creatures that feed on Humans!” Deacon said.
The Speaker sneered coldly, and the other Council Members also sneered. They laughed at Deacon for knowing nothing, still immersed in the most prosperous era of Vampires hundreds of years ago.
“Do you know how many Vampires are left globally now?” the Speaker said in a cold voice. “One million! Billions of Humans globally, and with our Vampire reproduction rate, we only barely amount to one million in total even now! You simply know nothing! This world is far crazier and more dangerous than you can imagine!”
Deacon was stunned for a moment. He was indeed quite shocked. Ever since he was converted into a Vampire, he had been immersed in the dream of Vampire supremacy.
“In this world, there are far too many hidden races. They live in seclusion year-round, but if just one of them comes out, it could wipe us out, and that's not even counting a situation where Humans and Mutants also join the fight!” The Speaker earnestly advised him, as this fellow before him was so young and utterly ignorant.
“Why didn't you tell me? You should have told me a long time ago...” Deacon's face darkened. He was never good-tempered; cruel as he was, the number of fellow Vampires he had slaughtered was countless.
“Because you were never a Pureblood, but we are different. We are born Purebloods; we are born with the mission to fight for the Vampires.” A Council Member suddenly spoke. His words represented the view of this Council: an acquired Half-blood Vampire had no right to participate in the upper echelons.
Deacon was furious. At this moment, he even harbored thoughts of killing that Council Member. All these years, because of his acquired status, he had been suppressed and ostracized by the Council, having absolutely no right to participate.
Finally, Deacon sneered, “You will all pay the price,” then turned and left. He truly harbored murderous intent towards the Council. The God-Creation Plan had been largely deciphered, and he had been waiting for the opportune moment.
The sound of footsteps faded, and the Council became quiet again. Everyone heard Deacon's threat, but remained indifferent.
A Council Member looked at the Speaker and asked, “Aren't we going to stop him? He seems to have deciphered crucial content. Although we don't know what it is, we can certainly take it from him.”
“I know what it is; I have always known what it is,” the Speaker said dismissively. “The things recorded on those Skin Cloths are sparsely recorded in my family's Ancient Texts. It's merely about creating the Combat Servants of our ancestors from ancient times. No need to worry, it won't be too late to seize it after he succeeds.”
He also concealed many things from the other Council Members, as there were conflicts and struggles even among the Thirteen Clans. Although he didn't know the exact details of those servants, from the information he possessed, it was, frankly, a weapon of war. This piece of information was certainly not recorded in those Skin Cloths; even Deacon would not know the true nature of this weapon, as the Skin Cloths only contained the manufacturing method.
According to records, thousands of years ago, the Vampire Clan had an extremely terrifying enemy.
At that time, the Vampire Clan suffered a one-sided slaughter, almost driven to the brink of extinction. Even the Progenitor Dracula was utterly defeated, losing battle after battle. So, Dracula created this Bio-weapon to counter that terrifying enemy and his army of followers.
According to records, that terrifying enemy seemed to be a Mutant.
His name was Apocalypse.
(end of chapter)
