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Chapter 57: Blade
A silver bullet struck Deacon.
The silver bullet instantly embedded itself into Deacon's body, without a doubt. The Old Bartender watched expectantly, but reality was bound to disappoint him. A Blood God like this could no longer be killed by a silver bullet.
Deacon laughed madly, reaching out and plunging his hand into his own chest, pulling out the silver bullet. The wound on his chest, where viscous blood had flowed, pulsed a few times before instantly healing.
This was the vitality of the Blood God; conventional methods simply could not kill him, otherwise, the Blood God would be a joke.
"Tony! Quickly, let me devour you! You shall be one of the corpses of my Supreme Throne! I will use your blood as a sacrifice for my rule over the world!"
Deacon reached forward, and countless streams of viscous blood manifested from his body. It was a mystery how Deacon's tiny body could accommodate so much blood! For Deacon in this state, every drop of blood in his entire body was the best weapon, which was also the origin of his name—the Blood God!
He had devoured twelve noble Purebloods and a large number of subordinates, plus Daywalker's blood, and even Tony's blood which he had somehow acquired—his body had merged too many Bloodlines. The sources inscribed within these Bloodlines continuously fused within his body, returning to their origin, rapidly enhancing his Life Essence under the power of this mysterious Altar.
Rumble!
A River of Blood descended from the sky, crashing towards Tony and his two companions. The overwhelming stench of blood made one want to vomit, a smell as if it had accumulated for countless ages, only to be fully exposed to the world today. Countless Vengeful Spirits wailed in agony within the River of Blood, and one Blood Golem after another emerged, howling in pain, only to be quickly submerged, making way for new Blood Golems to surface. They reached out towards Tony and his two companions, wanting to drag them in.
"What the hell is this thing? Get out of the way!"
The three of them had ashen faces. This insane scene was unheard of, and anyone with an ounce of sense knew that this thing was absolutely not to be touched. Tony and his companions scattered, some to the left, some to the right.
This Altar was located in the very center, with a total of twelve entrances from all directions. The crisscrossing routes had also delayed Tony and his group significantly when they entered, otherwise, the situation wouldn't have devolved into this extremely passive state.
Blade leaped, falling into the nearest passage. This passage was not the one they had come through and was completely unfamiliar. Some vampires hiding there, seeing someone rush in, eagerly charged forward to kill this intruder.
Many vampires understood that they had likely lost Deacon's trust, or rather, Deacon had never truly trusted them. They desperately wanted to prove to Deacon that their group of vampires was still useful, at least capable of helping him clear up minor matters.
Like this Blade, kill him, and once again pledge loyalty to Lord Deacon.
Blade's Tang Dao had been lost earlier. He drew another Tang Dao, sliced horizontally, killing several vampires. Then, with an upward flip, he swung his arm again, killing two more pursuing vampires. Silver weapons were fatal to vampires; if a vampire touched even a bit, their entire body would rapidly burn and turn to ash.
A slender figure struck like lightning, her speed astonishing! Blade, unable to brace himself in mid-air, was sent flying like a kite with a broken string by a single elbow strike, crashing heavily into the wall.
"Damn it, who is it?"
Blade coughed, struggling to get up. The force of that blow was too heavy; he looked down to see that his high-quality bulletproof vest was actually dented.
It wasn't until he lifted his head that he was utterly stunned.
It was a graceful woman, with flowing hair. Despite the light makeup on her face, it couldn't hide her extraordinary charm. Most importantly, this woman looked very much like Blade.
Or rather, Blade looked very much like this woman.
A terrifying thought appeared in Blade, the Vampire Hunter's mind, a thought that filled his iron-strong self with immense fear.
"I am your mother," the female vampire said calmly, as if discussing what to eat tomorrow.
"She's been dead for a long time. Who are you?"
"You thought I was dead, but I wasn't."
Blade's expression turned ferocious. He gripped his Tang Dao tightly, ignoring Whistler's loud protests in his earpiece, and charged forward like a madman. He wanted to prove to himself with his actions that this female vampire in front of him could not possibly be his dead mother, even if they looked very similar, it was absolutely impossible!
He was Blade! A Vampire Hunter whose lifelong conviction was to eradicate all vampires! He could never have a vampire mother!
The female vampire was even faster than Blade. She easily dodged Blade's swing and punched him in the stomach. As Blade fell to the ground, he tried to kick her, but the female vampire nimbly avoided it. Her speed was very fast, at least faster than Blade's.
"You are my son, you are also one of us vampires. Your Bloodlust Impulse cannot be faked; you also crave human blood. You are one of us." The female vampire spoke softly, each word like a ten-ton meteorite crashing into Blade's heart.
"I am a human! I am Blade! I am Blade, who strikes fear into countless vampires!" Blade lay on the ground, letting out a roar like a wounded beast. He felt his conviction shattering, a deep crack appearing in his resolve.
"I will dedicate my entire life to killing vampires, until I fall forever."
Every word Blade spoke was as if he was carving it out of his heart, piece by piece, bloody and steaming. He was trembling slightly; he couldn't believe why things had turned out this way, so brutally.
"Just you?" The female vampire scoffed. After she was transformed by Deacon, her Physique, far superior to other vampires, eventually led Deacon to accept her, up until today.
Deacon had succeeded; he had become a Blood God. Who could stop Deacon now? The female vampire was proud of her choice then, proud of being bitten by Deacon.
All humans would become Blood Food, but she was a member of the noble Vampire Faction! High above others!
"Just you?"
She heavily stepped on her son's head, trampling Blade's dignity, her gaze as if looking at a stranger. Their beliefs differed, their ideologies differed, their species were no longer the same; they were mortal enemies—what kinship could there be? She was intoxicated by her identity as a vampire, exuding the aura of a supreme predator in the food chain. If he were still that weak human, how could he have such a long lifespan and formidable strength?
Vampires were the most noble.
Blade lay on the ground, allowing this familiar yet strange woman to heavily trample him. His hands unconsciously clenched. His mind was somewhat dazed; Mother... what should she look like?
For countless days and nights, Blade had asked himself this question: what should such a wondrous existence as a mother be like? He had seen many, many people, adults holding the hands of children, their two hands, one large and one small, swinging as they walked. He had envied them, he had been jealous, but as he grew up, all his energy was filled by vampires, as if killing vampires was the sole meaning of his life.
For countless lonely days and nights, except for later meeting that old fellow Whistler, Blade was always alone. Whenever night fell, he would tell himself:
I am Blade, I will hunt vampires my entire life, until I die.
I am Blade, I will hunt vampires my entire life, until I die.
I am Blade...
"Just me..." Blade slowly raised his head, enduring this strange woman's trampling. This man slowly but resolutely raised his proud head.
Just me!
Just because I am Blade!
Just because I am Blade, who strikes fear into vampires!
He finally lifted his head.
This burly man finally lifted his proud head. He threw away his sunglasses, his most beloved sunglasses, which had accompanied him for countless days and nights. They were now completely crushed by Blade, like a complete farewell to the past.
"Just because I am Blade!! Just because I am Blade!!!"
This great warrior picked up his own Battle Saber. His square face was filled with a resolve that even mountains couldn't shake. He let out a roar, shouting slogans, "Blade!" "Blade!" "Blade!" He charged forward, like a solitary warrior, fearlessly rushing towards the enemy!
(end of chapter)
A silver bullet struck Deacon.
The silver bullet instantly embedded itself into Deacon's body, without a doubt. The Old Bartender watched expectantly, but reality was bound to disappoint him. A Blood God like this could no longer be killed by a silver bullet.
Deacon laughed madly, reaching out and plunging his hand into his own chest, pulling out the silver bullet. The wound on his chest, where viscous blood had flowed, pulsed a few times before instantly healing.
This was the vitality of the Blood God; conventional methods simply could not kill him, otherwise, the Blood God would be a joke.
"Tony! Quickly, let me devour you! You shall be one of the corpses of my Supreme Throne! I will use your blood as a sacrifice for my rule over the world!"
Deacon reached forward, and countless streams of viscous blood manifested from his body. It was a mystery how Deacon's tiny body could accommodate so much blood! For Deacon in this state, every drop of blood in his entire body was the best weapon, which was also the origin of his name—the Blood God!
He had devoured twelve noble Purebloods and a large number of subordinates, plus Daywalker's blood, and even Tony's blood which he had somehow acquired—his body had merged too many Bloodlines. The sources inscribed within these Bloodlines continuously fused within his body, returning to their origin, rapidly enhancing his Life Essence under the power of this mysterious Altar.
Rumble!
A River of Blood descended from the sky, crashing towards Tony and his two companions. The overwhelming stench of blood made one want to vomit, a smell as if it had accumulated for countless ages, only to be fully exposed to the world today. Countless Vengeful Spirits wailed in agony within the River of Blood, and one Blood Golem after another emerged, howling in pain, only to be quickly submerged, making way for new Blood Golems to surface. They reached out towards Tony and his two companions, wanting to drag them in.
"What the hell is this thing? Get out of the way!"
The three of them had ashen faces. This insane scene was unheard of, and anyone with an ounce of sense knew that this thing was absolutely not to be touched. Tony and his companions scattered, some to the left, some to the right.
This Altar was located in the very center, with a total of twelve entrances from all directions. The crisscrossing routes had also delayed Tony and his group significantly when they entered, otherwise, the situation wouldn't have devolved into this extremely passive state.
Blade leaped, falling into the nearest passage. This passage was not the one they had come through and was completely unfamiliar. Some vampires hiding there, seeing someone rush in, eagerly charged forward to kill this intruder.
Many vampires understood that they had likely lost Deacon's trust, or rather, Deacon had never truly trusted them. They desperately wanted to prove to Deacon that their group of vampires was still useful, at least capable of helping him clear up minor matters.
Like this Blade, kill him, and once again pledge loyalty to Lord Deacon.
Blade's Tang Dao had been lost earlier. He drew another Tang Dao, sliced horizontally, killing several vampires. Then, with an upward flip, he swung his arm again, killing two more pursuing vampires. Silver weapons were fatal to vampires; if a vampire touched even a bit, their entire body would rapidly burn and turn to ash.
A slender figure struck like lightning, her speed astonishing! Blade, unable to brace himself in mid-air, was sent flying like a kite with a broken string by a single elbow strike, crashing heavily into the wall.
"Damn it, who is it?"
Blade coughed, struggling to get up. The force of that blow was too heavy; he looked down to see that his high-quality bulletproof vest was actually dented.
It wasn't until he lifted his head that he was utterly stunned.
It was a graceful woman, with flowing hair. Despite the light makeup on her face, it couldn't hide her extraordinary charm. Most importantly, this woman looked very much like Blade.
Or rather, Blade looked very much like this woman.
A terrifying thought appeared in Blade, the Vampire Hunter's mind, a thought that filled his iron-strong self with immense fear.
"I am your mother," the female vampire said calmly, as if discussing what to eat tomorrow.
"She's been dead for a long time. Who are you?"
"You thought I was dead, but I wasn't."
Blade's expression turned ferocious. He gripped his Tang Dao tightly, ignoring Whistler's loud protests in his earpiece, and charged forward like a madman. He wanted to prove to himself with his actions that this female vampire in front of him could not possibly be his dead mother, even if they looked very similar, it was absolutely impossible!
He was Blade! A Vampire Hunter whose lifelong conviction was to eradicate all vampires! He could never have a vampire mother!
The female vampire was even faster than Blade. She easily dodged Blade's swing and punched him in the stomach. As Blade fell to the ground, he tried to kick her, but the female vampire nimbly avoided it. Her speed was very fast, at least faster than Blade's.
"You are my son, you are also one of us vampires. Your Bloodlust Impulse cannot be faked; you also crave human blood. You are one of us." The female vampire spoke softly, each word like a ten-ton meteorite crashing into Blade's heart.
"I am a human! I am Blade! I am Blade, who strikes fear into countless vampires!" Blade lay on the ground, letting out a roar like a wounded beast. He felt his conviction shattering, a deep crack appearing in his resolve.
"I will dedicate my entire life to killing vampires, until I fall forever."
Every word Blade spoke was as if he was carving it out of his heart, piece by piece, bloody and steaming. He was trembling slightly; he couldn't believe why things had turned out this way, so brutally.
"Just you?" The female vampire scoffed. After she was transformed by Deacon, her Physique, far superior to other vampires, eventually led Deacon to accept her, up until today.
Deacon had succeeded; he had become a Blood God. Who could stop Deacon now? The female vampire was proud of her choice then, proud of being bitten by Deacon.
All humans would become Blood Food, but she was a member of the noble Vampire Faction! High above others!
"Just you?"
She heavily stepped on her son's head, trampling Blade's dignity, her gaze as if looking at a stranger. Their beliefs differed, their ideologies differed, their species were no longer the same; they were mortal enemies—what kinship could there be? She was intoxicated by her identity as a vampire, exuding the aura of a supreme predator in the food chain. If he were still that weak human, how could he have such a long lifespan and formidable strength?
Vampires were the most noble.
Blade lay on the ground, allowing this familiar yet strange woman to heavily trample him. His hands unconsciously clenched. His mind was somewhat dazed; Mother... what should she look like?
For countless days and nights, Blade had asked himself this question: what should such a wondrous existence as a mother be like? He had seen many, many people, adults holding the hands of children, their two hands, one large and one small, swinging as they walked. He had envied them, he had been jealous, but as he grew up, all his energy was filled by vampires, as if killing vampires was the sole meaning of his life.
For countless lonely days and nights, except for later meeting that old fellow Whistler, Blade was always alone. Whenever night fell, he would tell himself:
I am Blade, I will hunt vampires my entire life, until I die.
I am Blade, I will hunt vampires my entire life, until I die.
I am Blade...
"Just me..." Blade slowly raised his head, enduring this strange woman's trampling. This man slowly but resolutely raised his proud head.
Just me!
Just because I am Blade!
Just because I am Blade, who strikes fear into vampires!
He finally lifted his head.
This burly man finally lifted his proud head. He threw away his sunglasses, his most beloved sunglasses, which had accompanied him for countless days and nights. They were now completely crushed by Blade, like a complete farewell to the past.
"Just because I am Blade!! Just because I am Blade!!!"
This great warrior picked up his own Battle Saber. His square face was filled with a resolve that even mountains couldn't shake. He let out a roar, shouting slogans, "Blade!" "Blade!" "Blade!" He charged forward, like a solitary warrior, fearlessly rushing towards the enemy!
(end of chapter)
