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Sure enough, Gataro had just walked into the secret room when a group of hybrid vampires came over, pulled out their pistols, and surrounded him.

"Deacon Frost, do you want to rebel?"

"You're right, I want to rebel."

Surrounded by his men, Deacon walked out with a sneer.

Relying on their status as purebred vampires, the thirteen elders thought they were high and mighty and had been dominating for many years.

Little did they know that Deacon had already used various methods in secret to recruit a large number of hybrid vampires as his subordinates, almost sidelining the thirteen elders.

It can be said that every move of these elders could not escape his eyes.

Whether eating, sleeping, or even doing that work, they were all under his surveillance.

If he didn't have a place to use these old things, he would have killed these annoying guys long ago, and why would he wait until today?

"I knew you didn't have the guts... Wait, what did you say just now?"

Gataro was a little confused.

He was just threatening, but he didn't expect Deacon to admit it.

This made him feel a little embarrassed for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

"What's wrong, old man, are you scared?"

Deacon sneered.

At this point, he was completely done pretending.

Using technology, he had completed the decoding of the Book of the Dead and had a thorough understanding of its contents.

The ritual of sacrificing to the Blood God could begin at any time.

The thirteen elders headed by Gataro no longer had any need to exist.

Sensing that something was wrong with the situation, Gataro took advantage of the situation and knocked away the two vampires around him, then turned and ran to the door.

But would Deacon let him go so easily?

Of course not!

Being treated like a cow or a horse would make anyone feel dissatisfied.

What's more, he had been insisting on it for thousands of years, and the resentment accumulated in his heart had already burst to the point of exploding.

In the past, for the sake of the big plan, he could still tolerate it temporarily and watch Gataro and the others continue to be arrogant.

But today, he no longer needs to be patient. It's time to settle the accounts and end the grudges of thousands of years.

"Want to run? Not that easy!"

Reaching out and snapping his fingers, Deacon took a pistol from his men, pointed it at Gataro's back, and immediately fired a few shots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of gunshots rang out.

Deacon's shooting skills were ordinary, but after a round of bullets was empty, he still hit a bullet and directly blew up Gataro's heart.

In a painful wail, Gataro turned into ashes.

Before he died, his heart was full of regrets. If he could have discovered Deacon's wolfish ambitions earlier, perhaps he would not have faced such a tragic ending today.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

"Don't mention it, these little gadgets that humans have researched are really useful."

Throwing the gun back to his men, Deacon had a smile on his face.

The death of Gataro finally gave him a sigh of relief.

But this was not enough.

To complete the blood god's sacrifice ceremony, not only the blood of the daywalker was needed, but also the twelve pure-blood elders.

And now, it was time to act.

While the elders had not left for long, Deacon immediately took action.

Under his command, the entire army of hybrid vampires went out to settle accounts with the twelve pure-blood elders and their forces.

Throughout the process, the pure-blood elders resisted.

However, the incident happened too suddenly, and they were not prepared at all.

In a hurry, they were protected by only a few men, and at most a few human blood servants.

With just this little manpower, how could they possibly defeat Deacon's hybrid vampire army?

In just a moment, all those who dared to resist were killed by Deacon.

Together with the twelve pure-blood elders, they were also captured by his men and brought to him.

"Deacon Frost, do you know what you are doing?"

Being captured by the guy they always looked down upon, the faces of the twelve elders were all angry.

But if you look closely, you can find that there is a hint of fear hidden in their expressions.

With their eyesight, it is not difficult to recognize the function of the huge altar in front of them.

It is also clear what Deacon is going to do next.

It is obvious that the twelve old guys will be the sacrifices standing on the altar.

Thinking of this, even though they have lived for thousands of years and experienced countless changes, they can't help but feel weak in their legs and feel deeply afraid and desperate.

The older people are, the more afraid they are of death.

This principle also applies to them vampires.

Seeing their performance, Deacon showed a twisted smile on his face.

"Of course I know what I'm doing. You bunch of rotten and outdated old guys, it's time to roll into the garbage dump of history."

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

After saying that, he clapped his hands and signaled his men to take the twelve elders to the altar.

At the same time, the instrument in the middle of the altar started, and blood was constantly drawn from Mobius' body, dripping on the stone altar, awakening the light of the runes.

As the ceremony continued, the sky outside changed.

Large patches of thick dark clouds appeared in the sky, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

The extremely thick evil spirit has already affected the outside world.

Outside the vampire's lair, the Blade Warrior who had just arrived felt a strong sense of uneasiness when he saw this scene.

"Damn it!"

No matter how fast he rushed, he was still a step late.

Although he didn't know what the group of vampires were planning, he thought it would definitely not be a good thing.

Once the other party succeeded, the people of New York City would inevitably face a catastrophe.

It was already a very urgent moment, and he could not afford to hesitate.

Pulling out a special alloy long knife, the Blade Warrior rushed into the vampire's lair, cutting melons and vegetables along the way, and rushed to the deepest part.

...

"Countless years of planning, today!"

In the underground secret room, in the blood god altar, Deacon stood in the center, with a very serious expression on his face.

"As long as I pass this last level, I will be able to ascend to become a god. At that time, the entire human society, and even the entire world, will be under my feet!"

The clouds became thicker and thicker, and the moon was completely covered.

At this moment, a subordinate suddenly broke in from outside and spoke in a panic.

"Oh no, Boss Frost, the Blade Warrior is coming!"

"Fuck!"

Deacon cursed inwardly and suddenly called out a name.

"Miriam!"

"I'm here!"

Among the white men, a black woman came out.

"Take those hybrid vampires and stop the Blade Warrior. I don't care what method you use, even if you die, you must hold the Blade Warrior back!"

"Understood!"

After receiving his order, the black woman named Miriam turned around and left to fight the Blade Warrior to the death.

Although Miriam was just a hybrid vampire transformed later in life, the woman's identity was special enough to make the Blade Warrior afraid to act rashly.

In addition to being familiar with the terrain, it was definitely not a problem to delay for more than ten minutes.

When the Blade Warrior broke in, he had already ascended to become a god!

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