Tony chewed the cheeseburger in big mouthfuls and felt that he had come back to life.

Tony Stark has a noble personality. His biggest characteristic is that he refuses to admit defeat. Whether out of self-esteem or conceit, Tony is not a person who is willing to give up easily. He raised his collar and protected his neck just right.

A large group of people surrounded him and asked about his well-being, worried about what happened to this pride of heaven. The officer glared at Donny and expressed his loyalty and closeness to Tony.

Tony is a big dog for the military, and he has to sell them various high-tech weapons every year by relying on the Stark Group to sell them.

"Mr. Stark, I heard that your latest Jericho missile has been successfully developed?"

"I understand what you mean, but you have to let people from higher levels talk to me." Tony was slim and said in a vague way while eating the burger.

Donnie wanted the troops to stay and help them clean the vampires, but was rejected arrogantly: "Our order is to save Mr. Stark, and he did not receive orders to help you."

Before boarding the helicopter, Tony asked Downey and others to help him kill a batch of those ghosts. He hadn't suffered such a big loss for so many years. If Downey hadn't come in time, he would have become a vampire long ago. This revenge would have been too great.

It can be imagined that this news reached the ears of the senior management, but it was a shocking event. The vampire attacked the senior management regardless of the rules. This has broken the bottom line and must retaliate bloody revenge. For so many years, the human camp has not been soft persimmons, but it is unambiguous to fight against vampires.

Blade and Whistler were a little ill. With such a big fanfare, their base was exposed and they had to force them to find new places. If nothing unexpected happens, it is an abandoned factory or an abandoned building.

"Don't worry, with Tony, a big dog, you still have to hide in such poor mountains and rivers? Buying a building and recruiting a group of powerful hunters publicly is more efficient." Donny suggested.

The blade opened its big white teeth: "That's right."

The group began to plan to clean the Jintan area. Deken was too difficult to deal with, so he must kill him completely. Donnie also told them about his understanding of the "Blood God". More information will give them more chances of winning.

"If you want to create something like Blood God, you need the blood of Sun Walker. First of all, you must make sure that the blade will not be caught by the enemy."

Blade and Whistler looked at each other, looking a little confused.

Donnie suddenly felt bad premonition: "Don't tell me that your blood has been taken by Dickon."

"It's almost the same, at least part of it was taken. I was once released with some blood and was rescued by Whistler in time." Blade was very innocent. He didn't expect his blood to be so critical.

Donnie cursed inwardly, it would be troublesome. Fighting with the formed blood god, it was too difficult to kill that kind of ghost thing. Then he was a little suspicious. Since he got blood, what was Dicken waiting for? Wouldn't it be better to make a fortune in silence? He had to attract everyone with great fanfare?

The female doctor gave them some serum, but this was not anti-toxic serum, but vampire-killing serum.

"This is what I developed with anti-hemoglobin agents. As long as it is injected into the vampires, it will be fatal to them."

"Are you sure this thing is useful to Dickon?"

"It's useless to inject one, then inject the second and third ones until it works." The female doctor's tone was very cold.

The blade was choked and couldn't speak. It was very good, and this explanation was very powerful.

In the end, the old bartender Donnie and Blade went to Jintan District, without the support of others, only the three of them.

What Donnie was most worried about was the Blood God. This artificial creature is actually difficult to kill. If he cut off his body, he could recover immediately. It seemed that the entire body of the Blood God was made of blood and could be restored no matter how he killed it.

"Although it's a little troublesome, I don't believe that this kind of recovery will have no limit. At most, I can use the stupidest method to kill him hundreds or thousands of times. Can he be resurrected hundreds or thousands of times?" The old bartender wiped the gun. He hated Dicken very much and spent most of his life running away. This time he finally had the opportunity to kill Dicken face to face, and he would do whatever it takes.

The three of them took a car and headed straight to Jintan District not far south. Although the name is Jintan District, in fact, this place is far from the poetic sense of the name. It is a typical example of poor mountains, bad waters and few people. No wonder Dicon chose the place here.

What caught my eye was an ancient building, dilapidated, and you could even see that many facilities had collapsed, and the corners were covered with spider webs. No one had been here for many years.

Looking from afar, several figures were shady at the door.

"Today is the full moon, and it is a good day for these animals to live a life." Blade smiled ferociously and took out two Tang swords majestic. Compared to using guns, Blade prefers to kill enemies with a sword, which makes him feel more that every time he kills, it is real.

Optimus Prime transformed and assembled halfway, took out a rocket launcher and bombarded it with a cannon, and killed the guardians.

The blade failed to show off and got off the car in disappointment. He also wanted to use the inertia of the vehicle to rush over and instantly cut off the vampires, but was shot quietly by Donnie.

From the headset, Whistler was almost laughing to death. He was sarcastic and laughed loudly.

The three of them stood in front of the castle and looked at each other. Donnie was fully armed and put on a layer of armor. Two small Transformers opened the way, and the Blades followed closely behind him.

Unexpectedly, the three of them actually came all the way to the ground, unobstructed. The individual vampires they occasionally encountered were either killed by them or fled in panic, and basically had no resistance to stop them.

"What the hell is Dicken's idea? Is he crazy? Want to fight us face to face?" Donnie was puzzled. Ambition like Dicken would not easily expose himself to a dangerous situation. What the hell is he going to do.

Along the way, you can see various strange ancient symbols carved on the walls. They are the words of ancient vampires. To this day, their meaning has been basically lost. Only Dicken knows what it means.

This is indeed an altar, a place for creating the blood god.

...

In the center of the altar further below, Dicon stood with his arms wide open, with a look of madness and intoxication around him. Around him, the twelve MPs were tightly controlled, and behind each of them stood a quaint stone tablet.

"Dichen, you madman, you will pay the price. The entire vampire kingdom will not let you go!"

The twelve MPs became prisoners of the ranks and cursed at Decan. There was a strange atmosphere in this place, as if they were going to corrode their whole bodies, and it was like a dead soul murmured in their ears, revealing a greedy look and hiding beside them.

These MPs lived for a long time, but their lifespan did not give them fearless courage, and could only give themselves courage through insults.

This insult is no different from a fly buzzing for Dickon.

"They are here, the blade is here, and that Downey is here!" a vampire shouted.

"Finally... I don't need the blood of the Sun Walker anymore. I still need the blood of that mutant! The more, the better! The little I got before was not enough!"

Dicken opened his arms and looked up at the dome. A layer of blush appeared on his pale face. He went crazy, with a sickly obsession in his eyes. A drop of blood appeared silently on the dome!

here we go!

The ceremony has begun!
Chapter completed!