Twelve huge square monuments were activated in an instant, and an ancient aura slowly passed out, and the entire ground seemed to start to vibrate. These twelve stone monuments with unknown origin began to tremble at a strange frequency, and finally achieved a strange pulsation, making the altar come alive!

Dicken raised his head and waved his arms, like a madman who danced with great gods. His subordinates also laughed wildly. They were cheering and thrilling. Their master waited for too long and for a long time. Until this moment, everything was worth it. Their master Dicken will eventually become a god. He will become the god of the entire vampire clan as recorded in those people's leash!

"Finally! I'm waiting for this day! I will become the greatest god in the world!" Dicken's face was arrogant. He tore off his coat and shouted to the sky with his bare shirt. He stared at the strange drop of blood on the dome greedily, crystal clear, but a small drop, but it seemed like there was a kind of magic that attracted everyone's eyes and stared at it.

A vampire stared at him, and his manic emotions continued to spread. He couldn't help it. The drop of blood seemed to be whispering to him, guiding him to drink the blood. The vampire was also a little crazy. He roared and rushed forward. He wanted to push Dickon away to meet the drop of blood.

The other vampires subconsciously wanted to stop them, but the strange thing was that they all stopped. Each vampire had his eyes flashed and he was slowing down. The greedy gaze seemed to be looking forward to something.

"You dare to blaspheme your god!"

Dicken was irritated. He grabbed the vampire's neck with a ghostly speed, and tore it in half with a little force. He looked at his surrounding subordinates with fierce eyes, warning these guys not to disobey him.

The vampires showed a look of fear and lowered their heads to express their surrender. At least they showed surrender on the surface, but they didn't know what they were planning to do in their lowered heads, at least the dark light-flowing eyes were wrong.

Dicken sneered. He could go from a mixed blood species to today step by step, and experienced all kinds of conspiracies. Dicken knew better than anyone else what his loyal subordinates were thinking. Although these vampires followed him for a long time, no one knew how many of these guys were for the sake of profit and how many were pawns of a certain family. Betrayal of this kind is the most common in Dicken's world.

Dicken himself was also constantly betraying one noble master after another and abandoning them like garbage. Otherwise, why could he be able to reach this point today by relying on his identity as a mixed blood species? In the dark world of vampires, loyalty is the most unreliable and ridiculous thing.

The vampire family of all sizes was also out of their fierce and ruthless conviction for Dicken. They were willing to launch such a mad dog to charge forward, clean up one obstacle after another for each family, and eventually overthrow the entire council.

The parliament was overthrown, and the mad dog, Dicken, officially began to backfire. All families have confidence in themselves, and Dicken is more confident in themselves.

Each stone tablet has strange symbols, which were originally like some mysterious graffiti, but it seemed to be stimulated by some indescribable force, one after another, and the words on these stone tablets were once again awakened by future generations. Dicken wanted to use these words and stone tablets to further his life form and become a god without any weakness. He wanted to rule the world and become a god of all species in the world.

By that time, all human governments, mutant groups, and ancient seclusion races were just his slaves.

Dicken was a crazy person. Members of the parliament once warned him not to underestimate the world, but Dicken did not take it to heart. Everything was no longer a problem after he became the Blood God.

With a long lifespan, endless power, and an immortal body, with these, he will own the whole world.

Roar! Roar! Roar!!

Ancient beast-like roar came out of Dickon's mouth, his whole face was twisted, his whole person was twisted!

The twelve steles of the twelve steles became increasingly trembling, and even caused a small earthquake. Countless dust fell, and many vampires at the scene showed a look of horror. No one expected that it was just a bunch of ancient stone tablets that would have such terrible power!

The twelve square monuments emitted a dazzling light. The members in front of each stone monument seemed to be imprisoned by some terrible force, one after another, letting out shrill screams. An unknown force suddenly appeared in their bodies, devouring and exploiting everything!

Ahhhhhhh!!!

Miserable screams kept coming, and the bodies of each congressman slowly dissipated in the creepy eyes of the onlookers! Their empty pupils lost their vitality. Each noble congressman opened his mouth unconsciously, and under the bloodshot eyes of some vampires, a skeleton flew out!

Every member of the parliament flew out of his mouth a skeleton!

"What the hell is this?!"

Some vampires did not dodge in time and were hit by the aimless but stunningly fast skeleton. They soon became like those congressmen, and their bodies were dissolved, even their bones were swallowed up, leaving nothing left! The vampires were panicked and then remembered that they should dodge, but it was too late. No matter how fast they were, they were not as fast as these strange skeletons!

All the twelve MPs were gone, only the skeletons that were alive proved their existence. These skeletons flew around like crazy. After massacring a large number of vampires, they seemed to have absorbed enough blood. Finally, they aimed at Dicon, who was standing in the center, rushed towards Dicon, and crawled into Dicon's body and disappeared.

Even if he was as firm as Dicken, he couldn't help but scream every time he drilled into a skeleton. The factors that carried the ancient bloodline of these skeletons sealed the memories of the source of the vampire, and were all swallowed by Dicken at this time.

At some point, the crystal clear blood had already fallen silently on Dicken's forehead. He applied the blood to his whole face nervously, adding a sense of rampantness to him.

All the twelve skeletons penetrated into Dicken's body. It was hard to imagine how Dicken's body accommodated so many strange things. Gurgles came from Dicken's body, and the sound was from small to large, and finally deafening!

The surviving vampires knew that Dicken should have succeeded. They showed a look of gratitude and regret, glad that they were not swallowed by those strange bones. If they were more decisive just now, everyone rushed forward, and now they might be themselves.

Dicken's body was constantly twisting and deforming, and then began to return to its original state, repeating itself over and over again. Every time he was twisted and restored, the essence of his life changed a little.
Chapter completed!