Iron Altman passing by Marvel

"Listen, you are breaking into people's homes. I ask you to stop immediately."

Sivis forced himself to remain calm, still holding on to a glimmer of hope, trying to use words to intimidate the evil guest who was about to make a move.

Unfortunately, Bruce and his party are obviously not masters who will listen to advice.

"You come, or I come"

Turning on the thermal imaging camera on the suit, as Tony's eyes moved, the cavity hidden under the manor was exposed.

Sivis's painstaking disguise over the years could not even last a second longer in front of him.

"I'll go for it. The first-generation suit is more flexible in a small space, and it's easier to deal with accidents."

The Specium Light Blade on his arm slowly popped out, and Bruce also discovered the breeding farm located underground in the manor through Ultra Telekinesis.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

Sivis, who witnessed the two men's actions and vaguely realized that something was wrong, reprimanded anxiously.

However, the light blades made a cross on the ground, and Bruce's legs suddenly exerted force.

With a bang, as rocks and gravel splashed up, a silver-red steel body fell from the sky.

He never thought that the other party would appear in such a way. He was fully alert to the vampire at the entrance of the breeding farm, and was caught off guard by Bruce.

The two unlucky ones closest to him were decapitated by the fiery Specium light blade without even uttering a cry of surprise.

"It's the Iron Warrior who appeared in the newspaper that day"

Sharp-eyed vampires have recognized Bruce's identity. He is obviously a gentleman who maintains good reading habits.

Whispers came from the dark corner. After a while, a middle-aged vampire with a handsome face stood up, looking calm and calm.

"Your Excellency, if you are willing to submit the design drawings of the steel suit, I swear in the name of Earl Stewart that you will receive the highest level of first support, and your surname will share the glory with the Immortal Seed."

The middle-aged vampire's eyes showed greed.

The power of the steel suit is eye-catching. Even vampires with long lives cannot resist this devastating power.

As for whether the other party will refuse?

Don't be ridiculous. Is it possible that there are people in this world who can resist the temptation of immortality?

"Stop joking about immortality. Living a life that is afraid of the sun. What is the difference between such a despicable life and a rat in the sewer?"

A disdainful sneer came from the steel suit, and the eight-point light wheel was like a reminder, harvesting the lives of the vampires.

"How dare you refuse the kindness of a vampire earl?"

As if he didn't believe that anyone would refuse the gift of immortality, the middle-aged vampire's hypocritical and arrogant smile froze on his face.

The sharp canine teeth pierced the gums, and the dark green lines climbed up the cheeks, as if they were covered with an optical camouflage. In full view of everyone, the tall body of the vampire disappeared little by little into the shadows.

This is the ability of high-level vampires. Bruce showed the probing gaze of a scientist, but he did not feel panic at all.

This almost invisible camouflage may be difficult for another person to guard against.

But in the eyes of a young man with ultra-psychic powers, the other party's clumsy behavior was as ridiculous as a clown's performance in a third-rate mime.

Behind him, in a corner beyond the reach of his eyes, the Vampire Count slowly walked out of the shadows with light steps.

His fingertips were stained with strange energy, and the five fingers of his left hand turned into a sharp screwdriver, cutting straight into Bruce's heart.

The poison present in vampire saliva can transform ordinary people into beasts that only know how to suck blood. Once the toxins they carry are attached to their bodies, it will be nothing more than a piece of cake to cut gold and iron.

"You just solved a few minor characters, and then you started to become self-righteous. You humble insect, please pay the price for your arrogance and slackness."

The expected warm touch of fingertips piercing the opponent's organs never came.

The middle-aged vampire sensed that something was wrong, and he missed the target and was about to run away, but the next second his eyes were raised high.

The figures of everyone in the field of vision kept getting smaller and smaller, and the Iron Warrior who was supposed to be resentful under his sneak attack just turned his head and looked at him coldly.

At his feet, a headless corpse that was turning into embers fell.

is that my body

The scene fell into an awkward silence for a moment.

Witnessing how Bruce easily killed a high-level vampire, the eyes of the vampire who was lucky to be alive began to become a little erratic.

With such a terrifying existence, can they really rely on their numerical superiority to kill each other?

However, Bruce had no intention of paying attention to the rich inner changes of the little bats at this moment.

Reality is always more impactful than words. In front of him, hundreds of "blood bags" were hung high.

There are five rows of blood bags from left to right, and six rows and columns from front to back. At a rough look, at least six groups of these blood bags are hanging quietly in mid-air.

Each "blood bag" is similar to vacuum-packed food. The special packaging plastic is tightly wrapped around the person inside, highlighting the outline of the human body, whether fat or thin, old or young.

There is no cover, no cover up, just arrayed naked in front of you, like chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep at the mercy of others.

There are two infusion tubes hanging next to a single "blood bag". One end delivers nutrients to maintain the minimum vitality of the "person in the bag", and the other end goes deep into the artery at the elbow, exporting blood and becoming a subject of criticism by vampires. Tea.

For example, the blood of this young child tastes like the aroma of fruits and vegetables, and for example, the blood of that virgin gives people a pure and delicate sweetness.

People herd cattle and sheep for food, and no one has ever considered the feelings of cattle and sheep.

Are they willing to be kept in captivity and fattened until one day they become delicacies on the table to thank God for?

Vampires treat people just like people treat cattle and sheep, without kindness, without mercy, and without any consideration for their feelings.

Bruce will not fight for the right of existence for cattle and sheep. He is a human being, and his butt determines his head.

But at the same time, he will never tolerate vampires harming his compatriots like this, because he is a human being and the light of goodness that protects human civilization.

"Have you decided how you want to die?"

The deep voice seemed to come from hell. In the desperate eyes of the vampires, the arms of the steel machine lit up with four pairs of haloes, as if the god of death was wielding a scythe, ruthlessly harvesting their lives.

Richard is one of the more astute vampires. As early as when the other person glanced at the breeding area, he had already vaguely realized that something was wrong.

While Bruce was opening the killing ring, he had already quietly touched the place where the blood bag was stored.

He threw several blood bags in the direction of the Iron Warrior, and while the opponent was in a hurry to catch them, Richard used a sliding shovel to rush towards the secret door that Sivis secretly set up in his memory.

As long as he rushes out of that door, as long as he can activate the switch behind the secret door, he can escape safely.

However, the girl's joyful shout came to my ears

“Don’t leave the grilled bat skewers”

Before he could react, a strong suction force suddenly came from the top of his head, and the red gem shining with coquettish light became the last scene of Richard's life.

"Hiccup, a little sour"

After burping, Bemonstein's face turned a beautiful blush, as if he was drunk.

"Didn't I tell you not to eat randomly?"

Reaching out to catch the slowly falling monster girl, Bruce scolded with a headache.

“Hey, it always smells delicious, the red wine grilled bat skewers”

The little monster giggled and fell into a deep sleep.