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Chapter 55: Blood God
The twelve enormous Steles were activated in an instant, and an ancient aura slowly permeated the air. The entire ground seemed to begin vibrating. These twelve Stone Steles of unknown origin began to tremble at a peculiar frequency, eventually achieving a strange pulsation that brought the entire Altar to life!
Deacon threw his head back and waved his arms, like a madman performing an ancient ritual. His subordinates also laughed maniacally; they were cheering, exulting. Their master had waited for far too long, and at this moment, everything was worth it. Their master, Deacon, would finally become a Deity. He would become the Deity of the entire Vampire Clan, just as recorded in the Skin Cloth!
"Finally! I have waited for this day! I shall become the greatest Deity in this world!" Deacon's face was wild with ambition. He ripped off his outer garment, baring his chest, and screamed at the sky. He stared greedily at the strange drop of blood on the dome. It was crystal clear, just a tiny drop, yet it seemed to possess a magical power that drew everyone's gaze, holding them captivated.
One Vampire stared at it, and a restless emotion spread within him. He couldn't resist; the drop of blood seemed to whisper to him, guiding him to drink it. This Vampire too had gone somewhat mad. With a roar, he lunged forward, intending to push Deacon aside and claim the blood for himself.
Other Vampires instinctively moved to stop him, but strangely, they all froze. Every single Vampire's eyes flickered, and they hesitated, their greedy gazes seeming to anticipate something.
"How dare you profane your Deity!"
Deacon was enraged. With ghostly speed, he grabbed the Vampire by the neck and, with a slight pull, tore him in half. His fierce gaze swept over his subordinates, warning them not to defy him.
The Vampires showed expressions of fear and lowered their heads in submission. At least, they appeared to submit. Within those bowed heads, who knew what calculations were being made? At the very least, the shifting dark light in their eyes was unsettling.
Deacon sneered. Having risen from a Half-blood Vampire to his current position, he had experienced every kind of scheme and trick. He knew better than anyone what these formerly loyal subordinates of his were truly thinking. Although these Vampires had followed him for a long time, no one knew how many of them were motivated by personal gain, or how many were Chess Pieces of a particular family. Betrayal was the most common thing in Deacon's world.
Deacon himself had constantly betrayed one noble master after another, discarding them like garbage. Otherwise, how could he, a Half-blood Vampire, have reached this point today? In the dark world of the Vampire Faction, loyalty was the most unreliable, and indeed, the most laughable thing.
The numerous Vampire Families, big and small, also put their faith in Deacon's ruthless cruelty. They were happy to push such a mad dog to the forefront, to clear away obstacle after obstacle for their respective families, and ultimately bring down the entire Council.
The Council had been overthrown, and Deacon, the mad dog, had officially begun to bite back. Each family was confident in themselves, but Deacon was even more confident in himself.
Each Stone Stele bore strange symbols, which at first seemed like mysterious graffiti, but now, seemingly stimulated by some indescribable power, they began to glow one after another. After an unknown number of millennia, the writings on these Stone Steles were once again awakened by a descendant. Deacon intended to use these writings and Stone Steles to evolve his life form further, to become a Deity without any weaknesses. He would rule this world, becoming the Deity of all species across the globe.
By that time, the Human Government, the Mutant Community, and the reclusive Ancient Race would all be nothing but his slaves.
Deacon was a madman. Council Members had once warned him not to underestimate this world, but Deacon hadn't taken it to heart. Everything, once he became the Blood God, would no longer be a problem.
With eternal life, boundless power, and an immortal body, possessing these, he would possess the entire world.
Roar! Roar! Roar-roar!!
A primeval beast's roar burst from Deacon's mouth. His entire face was twisted, his whole being contorted!
The trembling of the twelve Steles grew more intense, even causing minor earthquakes. Countless dust particles showered down. Many Vampires present showed expressions of utter horror; no one had imagined that mere Ancient Stone Steles could possess such terrifying power!
The twelve Steles emitted a dazzling light. The Council Members in front of each Stone Stele seemed to be restrained by some terrifying force, letting out shrill screams one after another. An unknown power suddenly appeared within their bodies, devouring and consuming everything!
Ahhhh!!!!
Miserable shrieks echoed continuously. Each Council Member's body slowly dissipated before the horrified gazes of the onlookers! The Life Force vanished from their hollow pupils, and each noble Council Member unconsciously opened their mouth wide, and under the wide-eyed stares of some Vampires, a skeleton abruptly flew out!
A skeleton flew out of every single Council Member's mouth!
"What the hell is that?!"
Some Vampires couldn't dodge in time and were struck by the aimlessly flying but astonishingly fast skeletons. Soon, just like the Council Members, their bodies dissolved, even their bones were devoured, leaving nothing behind! The Vampires panicked, only then remembering they should evade, but it was too late. No matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun these bizarre skeletons!
All twelve Council Members had lost their bodies, leaving only seemingly animated skeletons as proof of their existence. These skeletons flew madly in all directions, and after slaughtering a large number of Vampires, they seemed to have absorbed enough blood. Finally, they converged on Deacon, who stood in the center, scrambling to rush towards him, diving into Deacon's body and vanishing.
Even with a will as firm as Deacon's, each time a skeleton burrowed into him, he couldn't help but let out a shriek. These skeletons carried factors of the Ancient Bloodline and sealed memories of the Vampire origin. All of it was now devoured by Deacon.
The crystal-clear drop of blood had, at some unknown moment, silently landed on Deacon's forehead. He nervously smeared the blood across his entire face, which only added to his wild, unhinged aura.
All twelve skeletons had burrowed into Deacon's body. It was truly unimaginable how Deacon's body could accommodate so many bizarre things. Gurgling sounds emanated from Deacon's body, starting softly and growing until they were deafening!
The surviving Vampires knew that Deacon had likely succeeded. They displayed expressions of both relief and regret; relieved that they hadn't been devoured by those bizarre skeletal frames, but regretful that if they had been more decisive earlier and rushed forward together, perhaps they themselves would be the ones to evolve into the Blood God now.
Deacon's body continuously twisted and deformed, then began to return to its original state, repeating in a cycle. With each transformation and recovery, his Life Essence underwent a slight change.
"Tony? Where is that marvelous Mutant?!" Deacon's body seemed to have become a liquid draped in skin, constantly changing, making it difficult for him to walk, causing him to stumble. But this couldn't stop him. His face twisted as he roared, "I want Tony's blood! The Daywalker's blood is merely a catalyst; only that marvelous Mutant's blood can give me more!!"
(end of chapter)
The twelve enormous Steles were activated in an instant, and an ancient aura slowly permeated the air. The entire ground seemed to begin vibrating. These twelve Stone Steles of unknown origin began to tremble at a peculiar frequency, eventually achieving a strange pulsation that brought the entire Altar to life!
Deacon threw his head back and waved his arms, like a madman performing an ancient ritual. His subordinates also laughed maniacally; they were cheering, exulting. Their master had waited for far too long, and at this moment, everything was worth it. Their master, Deacon, would finally become a Deity. He would become the Deity of the entire Vampire Clan, just as recorded in the Skin Cloth!
"Finally! I have waited for this day! I shall become the greatest Deity in this world!" Deacon's face was wild with ambition. He ripped off his outer garment, baring his chest, and screamed at the sky. He stared greedily at the strange drop of blood on the dome. It was crystal clear, just a tiny drop, yet it seemed to possess a magical power that drew everyone's gaze, holding them captivated.
One Vampire stared at it, and a restless emotion spread within him. He couldn't resist; the drop of blood seemed to whisper to him, guiding him to drink it. This Vampire too had gone somewhat mad. With a roar, he lunged forward, intending to push Deacon aside and claim the blood for himself.
Other Vampires instinctively moved to stop him, but strangely, they all froze. Every single Vampire's eyes flickered, and they hesitated, their greedy gazes seeming to anticipate something.
"How dare you profane your Deity!"
Deacon was enraged. With ghostly speed, he grabbed the Vampire by the neck and, with a slight pull, tore him in half. His fierce gaze swept over his subordinates, warning them not to defy him.
The Vampires showed expressions of fear and lowered their heads in submission. At least, they appeared to submit. Within those bowed heads, who knew what calculations were being made? At the very least, the shifting dark light in their eyes was unsettling.
Deacon sneered. Having risen from a Half-blood Vampire to his current position, he had experienced every kind of scheme and trick. He knew better than anyone what these formerly loyal subordinates of his were truly thinking. Although these Vampires had followed him for a long time, no one knew how many of them were motivated by personal gain, or how many were Chess Pieces of a particular family. Betrayal was the most common thing in Deacon's world.
Deacon himself had constantly betrayed one noble master after another, discarding them like garbage. Otherwise, how could he, a Half-blood Vampire, have reached this point today? In the dark world of the Vampire Faction, loyalty was the most unreliable, and indeed, the most laughable thing.
The numerous Vampire Families, big and small, also put their faith in Deacon's ruthless cruelty. They were happy to push such a mad dog to the forefront, to clear away obstacle after obstacle for their respective families, and ultimately bring down the entire Council.
The Council had been overthrown, and Deacon, the mad dog, had officially begun to bite back. Each family was confident in themselves, but Deacon was even more confident in himself.
Each Stone Stele bore strange symbols, which at first seemed like mysterious graffiti, but now, seemingly stimulated by some indescribable power, they began to glow one after another. After an unknown number of millennia, the writings on these Stone Steles were once again awakened by a descendant. Deacon intended to use these writings and Stone Steles to evolve his life form further, to become a Deity without any weaknesses. He would rule this world, becoming the Deity of all species across the globe.
By that time, the Human Government, the Mutant Community, and the reclusive Ancient Race would all be nothing but his slaves.
Deacon was a madman. Council Members had once warned him not to underestimate this world, but Deacon hadn't taken it to heart. Everything, once he became the Blood God, would no longer be a problem.
With eternal life, boundless power, and an immortal body, possessing these, he would possess the entire world.
Roar! Roar! Roar-roar!!
A primeval beast's roar burst from Deacon's mouth. His entire face was twisted, his whole being contorted!
The trembling of the twelve Steles grew more intense, even causing minor earthquakes. Countless dust particles showered down. Many Vampires present showed expressions of utter horror; no one had imagined that mere Ancient Stone Steles could possess such terrifying power!
The twelve Steles emitted a dazzling light. The Council Members in front of each Stone Stele seemed to be restrained by some terrifying force, letting out shrill screams one after another. An unknown power suddenly appeared within their bodies, devouring and consuming everything!
Ahhhh!!!!
Miserable shrieks echoed continuously. Each Council Member's body slowly dissipated before the horrified gazes of the onlookers! The Life Force vanished from their hollow pupils, and each noble Council Member unconsciously opened their mouth wide, and under the wide-eyed stares of some Vampires, a skeleton abruptly flew out!
A skeleton flew out of every single Council Member's mouth!
"What the hell is that?!"
Some Vampires couldn't dodge in time and were struck by the aimlessly flying but astonishingly fast skeletons. Soon, just like the Council Members, their bodies dissolved, even their bones were devoured, leaving nothing behind! The Vampires panicked, only then remembering they should evade, but it was too late. No matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun these bizarre skeletons!
All twelve Council Members had lost their bodies, leaving only seemingly animated skeletons as proof of their existence. These skeletons flew madly in all directions, and after slaughtering a large number of Vampires, they seemed to have absorbed enough blood. Finally, they converged on Deacon, who stood in the center, scrambling to rush towards him, diving into Deacon's body and vanishing.
Even with a will as firm as Deacon's, each time a skeleton burrowed into him, he couldn't help but let out a shriek. These skeletons carried factors of the Ancient Bloodline and sealed memories of the Vampire origin. All of it was now devoured by Deacon.
The crystal-clear drop of blood had, at some unknown moment, silently landed on Deacon's forehead. He nervously smeared the blood across his entire face, which only added to his wild, unhinged aura.
All twelve skeletons had burrowed into Deacon's body. It was truly unimaginable how Deacon's body could accommodate so many bizarre things. Gurgling sounds emanated from Deacon's body, starting softly and growing until they were deafening!
The surviving Vampires knew that Deacon had likely succeeded. They displayed expressions of both relief and regret; relieved that they hadn't been devoured by those bizarre skeletal frames, but regretful that if they had been more decisive earlier and rushed forward together, perhaps they themselves would be the ones to evolve into the Blood God now.
Deacon's body continuously twisted and deformed, then began to return to its original state, repeating in a cycle. With each transformation and recovery, his Life Essence underwent a slight change.
"Tony? Where is that marvelous Mutant?!" Deacon's body seemed to have become a liquid draped in skin, constantly changing, making it difficult for him to walk, causing him to stumble. But this couldn't stop him. His face twisted as he roared, "I want Tony's blood! The Daywalker's blood is merely a catalyst; only that marvelous Mutant's blood can give me more!!"
(end of chapter)
