Just as Merlin and others set out from the abandoned factory in Manhattan, a conversation between vampires was also underway in another place in New York.

Dicken, the leader of the radical vampire, was sitting on the top floor of his luxurious villa. The windows around the villa had thick curtains, and only a trace of light shining into the room through the gaps of the curtains.

This is the time when the sun sets, but even such weak sunlight is still fatal to these vampires.

They have power and speed far beyond ordinary people, but this is not a perfect blessing, but also a tragic curse. They cannot access the sun, and they cannot sunbathe in the warm sunshine like ordinary people.

They can only live in darkness for the rest of their lives, just like mice in the sewer.

This world does not belong to them, at least half does not belong to them.

"Bang"

A guy with a bag on his head was grabbed by two expressionless vampire warriors and dragged all the way to Dickon. Then he was ruthlessly thrown to the ground.

It struggled, and the next moment, the bag on its head was pulled open by Dickon.

"Great Speaker, how are you doing today?"

Dickon sat on the chair, looking at Gaitaro with his gentle lover-like eyes. The Speaker of the American Vampire Presbyterian Church was in a very embarrassing moment. Its majestic face was covered with burned wounds and bloodstains. It was robbed from his mansion by a group of people.

Logically speaking, the defense of the speaker's residence of the Presbyterian Church of America will not be so fragile.

But the problem is that there was a traitor next to Guetaro. The cunning Dickon bribed several guards and then launched a raid without warning.

"Oh, the soldiers under my command are a little too rude."

Dicken bent down, reached out and helped Gaitaro to make up his somewhat scattered clothes. He looked at the speaker and said:

"Please don't resent them, because I asked them to do this."

This radical vampire said in a gentle voice like an old friend meeting:

"You may not know, but actually when we first met, I hated you! Let me think about it, it should have been more than 50 years ago, New York was not as prosperous as it is now. At that time, I was just a poor boy from Kentucky with a dream, and wanted to do something big in New York."

Dicken said with a little sadness:

"I had nothing at that time, but at that time I could at least embrace the sunshine."

"You shameless ungrateful wolf!"

Gaitaro's hands were cut off by a knife mixed with sacred silver. Even with the recovery of a pure blood vampire, it would take some time to recover.

It was forced to kneel on the ground, staring at Dickon with a man-eating look, and it said:

"I gave you resources, I gave you freedom. You lunatic, if you hadn't been me, you would have died long ago at the hands of a vampire hunter!"

"Yes, you helped me when I was at my worst."

Dicken nodded, and in a dim room, he stood up, walked aside, poured himself a glass of wine mixed with blood. He looked at the wine glass in his hand and the flowing liquid. He held the wine and walked to Gaitaro.

It picked up the wine glass and poured it slightly, allowing the cold, blood-like wine to sprinkle on the top of Guetaro's head.

It's like humiliating the Speaker.

Dicken's voice also became cold at this moment:

"But you probably haven't forgotten who took everything from me and turned me into a humble and lowly half-vampire? Didn't your arrogant and stupid crazy sister ruin my life at that time?"

"She treats me like her dog and lets her play with it. When she gets tired of it, she kicks it away."

Dicken held the glass in his hand and slammed the exquisite thing on Geataro's head. Amid the sound of the glass breaking, a terrifying scar was scratched on Geataro's face, but the next moment, the scar began to heal.

"My sister keeps doing evil, and my brother keeps cleaning up the mess."

Dicken sneered:

"It's actually not easy for you, my Speaker. It must be very uncomfortable to have such a crazy girl, right? Where did you send her to? San Francisco or Chicago? You know I won't forget any kind of shame, right? So it's such a smart choice to send her away."

"I won't let her go."

Dickon seemed tired of playing this game of abusing the enemy. He sat back on his chair, picked up a box of sunscreen from the table at hand, and applied it little by little to his skin, and said to Guetaro:

"After I have obtained the purest inheritance, I will go to her personally, and I will double the shame she exerted to me back to her! I will watch her burning in the sun and fall asleep listening to her wailing."

Dicken carefully applied sunscreen, and no one inch of her skin was missing, it said softly:

"Believe me, that day will not be too far away. But this time, you, a good brother, can no longer save your crazy sister. You can't even save yourself."

"I said everything, from the beginning, there was a personal grudge between the two of us!"

Gaitaro didn't speak.

The elderly vampire speaker closed his eyes, like a warrior who was slaughtering his neck.

Its silent posture made Dicken a little dissatisfied. It did not appreciate Gaitaro's crying, which made its revenge somewhat lack some flavor. But it didn't matter. In this vampire game, it was almost winning.

Just take the last step and it will win.

It’s a pity that the woman who has been by its side can no longer see all this.

"Have you seen the sunset in New York?"

After applying sunscreen, Dickon put his sunglasses on his eyes, then walked to the window and turned his head to look at the Gaitaro rolling there. It whispered:

"In the sand of Long Beach, watch the sun fall below the sea level bit by bit, the clouds like flames hanging in the sky, and the fishy sea breeze blows on your face. That is a scene that I didn't want to miss every afternoon when I was alone."

"Those most ordinary things can only be known how precious they are after they are lost."

At this moment, Dicken seemed to have become a melancholy poet. He reached out his hand silently and held the closed curtains in the room. The next moment, its voice turned into a tone with a hint of sarcastic expression in the unruly manner.

It looked back at Gaitaro and said sarcastically:

"Oh, I forgot. The great Lord Gaitaro is a noble pure blood species. You have never seen the sunrise and sunset from the moment you were born, right?"

"Let me make up for your regret."

"Swish"

Dicken opened the curtains of the villa. The next moment, the golden sunlight shone into the room like a waterfall, like a candlelight that dispels the darkness.

Dicken, covered with sunscreen, spread his arms and stood in the pouring sunlight, as if he was back as a human being.

And behind it, Gaitaro's body was like a piece of paper burned by fire, and wisps of white smoke rose up on every inch of its skin like burning leather.

The Speaker gritted his teeth and tried to fight against the pain caused by the sun, but it couldn't do it.

Except for the legendary vampire, no vampire can resist this kind of pain.

In the Middle Ages, those ancient vampires used sunlight to punish the people who made mistakes. They called them "daily punishment", which was the most terrifying punishment in the world for vampires.

"Look, I said it's beautiful."

Dicken walked to Gaitaro. Although the semi-vampire was protected by sunscreen, it also had the smoke that was scorched by the sun. However, compared to Gaitaro's pain, the anxiety it felt was not worth mentioning.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Speaker."

Dicken stood beside Gaitaro, whose skin had begun to burn, and he whispered:

"You are just the first one. I will wait on the way to hell. I will send your companions here soon. You were good friends during your lifetime and should not walk alone after death."

"You can't control the Blood God!"

In the pain of burning flames, Gaitaro was like a burning torch. It gritted its teeth and said word by word:

"I will wait in hell, I will wait for you, Dicken Frost, you are just an arrogant madman, the Blood God, you can't control that kind of power! The ant who wants to become a giant will die miserably."

"I will wait for you! Dicken!"

"In hell, I will settle the score with you!"

"Bang"

In the roar of Gaitaro, its body exploded like a lit shell, in the luxuriously decorated villa hall of Decan, but without a trace of blood. Instead, it was black ashes flying around the room.

This is a scene where a vampire dies.

Their lives will not leave any traces in this world except to add bricks and tiles to the legends and stories of vampires.

"Swish"

The opened curtain was pulled by Dicken at the next moment, and there was no gap left.

In the dark room, Dickon sat in a chair panting and weakly.

It is impossible for vampires to be completely immune to sun damage. Even if they are covered with sunscreen, they can only ensure that vampires can last less than 5 minutes in the sunlight.

Sunshine, that is their original sin.

"Soon, don't hurry soon."

Dickon looked at his burned fingers, in the empty room, and he whispered:

"Soon, I can stand in the sun."

"I'm going to realize my wish, but why am I not happy at all?"

"Where are you in my mercury?"

—

"Come with me, don't make a sound."

At a tourist port in Manhattan, a man wearing a yellow windbreaker and looking unruly, John Constantine, an agent for special affairs of the former SHIELD who had disappeared for several years, was walking quickly through the noisy streets with two ladies.
To be continued...