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Chapter 50: Underhanded Tactics
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Daywalker Blade!
Tony's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected to encounter this legendary figure here.
Daywalker Blade's mother was bitten by Deacon and infected with the vampire virus before his birth. She began transforming into a vampire, giving birth to Blade during the process.
From birth, Blade was a half-human, half-vampire special life form, the greatest miracle born from countless impossible, low-probability events. He possessed the powerful physique and vitality of a vampire, yet, like a normal human, he was unafraid of sunlight, silver, and garlic. Blade was the only person in the world who embodied all the advantages of both the human and vampire species. However, he also had the same bloodlust impulse as other vampires, experiencing regular urges for human blood, which forced him to inject serum periodically to suppress it.
Blade was the most renowned among vampire hunters. He spent every day and night relentlessly hunting vampires, as if the meaning of his existence was to eradicate them all. Countless vampires paled at the mention of his name; this formidable hunter, who could walk in the sunlight, was their greatest nightmare. Over the years, far too many vampires had fallen by his hand. Out of fear, vampires referred to Blade as "Daywalker," meaning a vampire who walks in the sunlight.
Blade could fearlessly use silver weapons and UV weapons, carrying garlic spray close to him, killing vampires as if he were slaughtering dogs.
The Old Bartender didn't recognize any Blade, and he didn't relax his vigilance in the slightest, eyeing Tony questioningly, wondering what their plan was.
Tony scrutinized the burly man, who exuded a fierce aura, maintaining his own guard.
"The famous Blade... how did you know we were coming?" Tony asked. This didn't make sense; Blade was a master of combat, not possessing the sensory abilities of someone like Professor X.
"Strictly speaking, I didn't discover you. My old partner did, an old man you probably saw earlier today," Blade said, putting his sunglasses back on. His sunglasses were to protect his eyes from bright light, especially when using light grenades to eradicate vampires.
Earlier today?
Tony touched his bald head, his face twitching. "Was it that annoying old man? I was so angry I wanted to beat him up!" He had a profound impression of that meddling old man, who had directly pulled off his wig, leaving him utterly embarrassed at the time.
His head was so shiny that it caused a commotion at the scene, nearly getting him mobbed in the audience.
Blade burst out laughing, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, four of which were noticeably pointed. "We also needed to confirm whether the legendary Mechanist was Lawful Neutral, or perhaps a violent, indiscriminate killer. And, of course, to confirm if the Mechanist was bald. Many people were saying he'd gone bald."
His tone in the last sentence was teasing, with a hint of schadenfreude.
Tony was furious. "What's wrong with being bald? Don't you know it'll grow back soon? And even if I am bald, what's it to you? Am I costing you anything?"
The Old Bartender suddenly asked, "How did you identify us after we disguised ourselves?" The Old Bartender didn't trust this suddenly appearing man, who might have a fake identity. He also wanted to know where they had slipped up; they had been very careful, so how were they still discovered?
Blade told the Old Bartender that Tony's body temperature and heart rate were unusual. Tony's body temperature was lower than an average person's, but his brain temperature was significantly higher, and his heart rate was much slower than the ordinary people in the audience.
"My partner is very skilled at making these body detection instruments. You see, vampires have a body temperature of around fifty degrees, so we need this kind of instrument to determine if someone is a vampire," Blade explained.
The Old Bartender was half-believing, half-doubting, but he put away his weapon. Although he still didn't fully trust this stranger, he at least wasn't an enemy, so he kept his guard up internally.
The three began to huddle together to strategize. Their goal was consistent: to hunt down Deacon. Blade sought revenge for his mother and had never given up his pursuit of Deacon. Tony and the Old Bartender, of course, would go all out, if only to prevent the Blood God's manifestation.
Blade, being battle-hardened, had experienced more battles than Tony and the Old Bartender combined, and was proficient in the main combat styles worldwide. He advocated for a direct assault, to capture the person in charge alive.
"Deacon never sets up his strongholds in obvious clubs. He's likely hidden in some corner, perhaps with a secret passage or a hidden room. We need to capture the person in charge alive and make them lead the way," Blade spoke with conviction; he knew the most about Deacon.
Tony confirmed with him that the club couldn't be entirely populated by vampires; there must be Ghoul Tribe members regularly stationed there, as it's not suitable for vampires to operate during the day.
"Then why don't I do it? I have a more reliable method: kill all the excess vampires and just leave the Ghoul Tribe," Tony said. He pulled out a few newly purchased phones. With the Allspark surging, they quickly assembled into several Little Transformers with complete facial features, brandishing their limbs and baring their fangs, strutting around boastfully.
Blade looked down in astonishment. Although he had heard many stories about Tony, and had paid close attention to Tony's various actions due to their shared objective against vampires, it was only when he saw this miraculous creation that he truly understood why so many people were astonished by the wonder of this mutant ability.
The creation ability was unprecedented in mutant history. Such an ability was too astounding, a miracle that transforms the mundane into the miraculous.
Blade, holding his gun, tried to tap a Mini-bot and clearly heard the crisp sound of metal colliding.
"Don't underestimate these Mini-bots; they are killing machines. One Mini-bot is enough to take down a group of people," Tony said with a faint smile, taking a row of UV grenades from his waist, disassembling them one by one, and handing them to the Mini-bots.
Each Mini-bot held two or three grenades, circling the floor. One Mini-bot even boldly flipped a switch open, causing the other two to widen their eyes in alarm.
"Mistake, mistake," Tony said sheepishly, quickly controlling the Mini-bots to close the switches again.
For ordinary people, the greatest harm of these UV grenades was merely dazzling their eyes, so they didn't have pull-rings like regular grenades; one could simply flip a switch.
Under Tony's control, the Mini-bots, hugging their grenades, moved silently, making no sound, like grim reapers in the night, raising their black scythes, and rushing into the club.
Their small size made them hard to spot in the dim light, but the UV grenades in their hands were deadly super weapons. This tactic was underhanded, but remarkably effective against vampires.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Daywalker Blade!
Tony's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected to encounter this legendary figure here.
Daywalker Blade's mother was bitten by Deacon and infected with the vampire virus before his birth. She began transforming into a vampire, giving birth to Blade during the process.
From birth, Blade was a half-human, half-vampire special life form, the greatest miracle born from countless impossible, low-probability events. He possessed the powerful physique and vitality of a vampire, yet, like a normal human, he was unafraid of sunlight, silver, and garlic. Blade was the only person in the world who embodied all the advantages of both the human and vampire species. However, he also had the same bloodlust impulse as other vampires, experiencing regular urges for human blood, which forced him to inject serum periodically to suppress it.
Blade was the most renowned among vampire hunters. He spent every day and night relentlessly hunting vampires, as if the meaning of his existence was to eradicate them all. Countless vampires paled at the mention of his name; this formidable hunter, who could walk in the sunlight, was their greatest nightmare. Over the years, far too many vampires had fallen by his hand. Out of fear, vampires referred to Blade as "Daywalker," meaning a vampire who walks in the sunlight.
Blade could fearlessly use silver weapons and UV weapons, carrying garlic spray close to him, killing vampires as if he were slaughtering dogs.
The Old Bartender didn't recognize any Blade, and he didn't relax his vigilance in the slightest, eyeing Tony questioningly, wondering what their plan was.
Tony scrutinized the burly man, who exuded a fierce aura, maintaining his own guard.
"The famous Blade... how did you know we were coming?" Tony asked. This didn't make sense; Blade was a master of combat, not possessing the sensory abilities of someone like Professor X.
"Strictly speaking, I didn't discover you. My old partner did, an old man you probably saw earlier today," Blade said, putting his sunglasses back on. His sunglasses were to protect his eyes from bright light, especially when using light grenades to eradicate vampires.
Earlier today?
Tony touched his bald head, his face twitching. "Was it that annoying old man? I was so angry I wanted to beat him up!" He had a profound impression of that meddling old man, who had directly pulled off his wig, leaving him utterly embarrassed at the time.
His head was so shiny that it caused a commotion at the scene, nearly getting him mobbed in the audience.
Blade burst out laughing, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, four of which were noticeably pointed. "We also needed to confirm whether the legendary Mechanist was Lawful Neutral, or perhaps a violent, indiscriminate killer. And, of course, to confirm if the Mechanist was bald. Many people were saying he'd gone bald."
His tone in the last sentence was teasing, with a hint of schadenfreude.
Tony was furious. "What's wrong with being bald? Don't you know it'll grow back soon? And even if I am bald, what's it to you? Am I costing you anything?"
The Old Bartender suddenly asked, "How did you identify us after we disguised ourselves?" The Old Bartender didn't trust this suddenly appearing man, who might have a fake identity. He also wanted to know where they had slipped up; they had been very careful, so how were they still discovered?
Blade told the Old Bartender that Tony's body temperature and heart rate were unusual. Tony's body temperature was lower than an average person's, but his brain temperature was significantly higher, and his heart rate was much slower than the ordinary people in the audience.
"My partner is very skilled at making these body detection instruments. You see, vampires have a body temperature of around fifty degrees, so we need this kind of instrument to determine if someone is a vampire," Blade explained.
The Old Bartender was half-believing, half-doubting, but he put away his weapon. Although he still didn't fully trust this stranger, he at least wasn't an enemy, so he kept his guard up internally.
The three began to huddle together to strategize. Their goal was consistent: to hunt down Deacon. Blade sought revenge for his mother and had never given up his pursuit of Deacon. Tony and the Old Bartender, of course, would go all out, if only to prevent the Blood God's manifestation.
Blade, being battle-hardened, had experienced more battles than Tony and the Old Bartender combined, and was proficient in the main combat styles worldwide. He advocated for a direct assault, to capture the person in charge alive.
"Deacon never sets up his strongholds in obvious clubs. He's likely hidden in some corner, perhaps with a secret passage or a hidden room. We need to capture the person in charge alive and make them lead the way," Blade spoke with conviction; he knew the most about Deacon.
Tony confirmed with him that the club couldn't be entirely populated by vampires; there must be Ghoul Tribe members regularly stationed there, as it's not suitable for vampires to operate during the day.
"Then why don't I do it? I have a more reliable method: kill all the excess vampires and just leave the Ghoul Tribe," Tony said. He pulled out a few newly purchased phones. With the Allspark surging, they quickly assembled into several Little Transformers with complete facial features, brandishing their limbs and baring their fangs, strutting around boastfully.
Blade looked down in astonishment. Although he had heard many stories about Tony, and had paid close attention to Tony's various actions due to their shared objective against vampires, it was only when he saw this miraculous creation that he truly understood why so many people were astonished by the wonder of this mutant ability.
The creation ability was unprecedented in mutant history. Such an ability was too astounding, a miracle that transforms the mundane into the miraculous.
Blade, holding his gun, tried to tap a Mini-bot and clearly heard the crisp sound of metal colliding.
"Don't underestimate these Mini-bots; they are killing machines. One Mini-bot is enough to take down a group of people," Tony said with a faint smile, taking a row of UV grenades from his waist, disassembling them one by one, and handing them to the Mini-bots.
Each Mini-bot held two or three grenades, circling the floor. One Mini-bot even boldly flipped a switch open, causing the other two to widen their eyes in alarm.
"Mistake, mistake," Tony said sheepishly, quickly controlling the Mini-bots to close the switches again.
For ordinary people, the greatest harm of these UV grenades was merely dazzling their eyes, so they didn't have pull-rings like regular grenades; one could simply flip a switch.
Under Tony's control, the Mini-bots, hugging their grenades, moved silently, making no sound, like grim reapers in the night, raising their black scythes, and rushing into the club.
Their small size made them hard to spot in the dim light, but the UV grenades in their hands were deadly super weapons. This tactic was underhanded, but remarkably effective against vampires.
(end of chapter)
