Time is getting closer and closer to midnight.

On the ridge of Mount Todd, bright moonlight shone from the sky, which seemed to illuminate a hazy night, but in fact, this light without temperature was not enough to dispel the haze brought by the night.

It will only make the night appear colder and more stern.

"Swish"

The cold wind blew across the mountains. Under the ashes of the rocky cliffs, the blade's left hand slowly twitched, pulling the silver sword out of the scabbard.

Perhaps because of the unorthodox inheritance, whether it is the Blade or the Whistler who trained him, they did not have two swords like the official witch hunter. The blade in the Blade's hand was cast for him by Whistler himself, and used the steel from the witch hunter's secret, making the sword extremely strong. It was silver-plated with modern technology outside the sword body.

This combination of ancient and modern gives this sword the sharpness of the sword and the devil-breaking effect of the silver sword.

The tough sword eliminates evil, and the silver sword eliminates evil.

This is the creed that the ancient profession of witch hunter has existed since its birth.

But at this moment, at least at this moment, Blade's mood was not as firm as his appearance.

Because what stood before him was not an enemy that had to be defeated, but his mother, who was connected with his blood and gave him life.

"I thought you were dead."

Under the sunglasses, Blade's gaze became gentle for a moment, but the next moment, it returned to indifference.

"I still remember those things, probably the reason for those filthy blood, from the moment I was born, those memories were in my heart."

The blade held the long sword, and he looked at the female vampire in front of him in a white dress. Even though more than 30 years have passed, her appearance is still as vivid as in memory, as if she has never been old.

But the bright red lips and the bloody smell wrapped around her body made Blade unable to ignore her identity at this time.

He said:

"I saw your eyes closed, covered in blood, and were pushed out of the operating room."

"I'm indeed dead, Eric."

The female vampire was afraid to look at her son's eyes. She lowered her head and said:

"But after midnight that night, I opened my eyes again."

"So you accepted your second life with peace of mind?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in the Blade's voice:

"In my heart, you have always been a great and strong person, but now it seems that it is just my memory's self-beautification of the word 'mother'. You are a coward."

"I am your mother!"

The sarcasm of Blade made the female vampire in front of her feel angry. She raised her head and shouted at Blade:

"You should respect me!"

"Why?"

The sword raised the long sword in his hand, and he said in a stiff tone:

"Just because you gave birth to me, I have to respect you? If you have been alive, if you are really as great as you imagined, how could you let your son live alone for a full 13 years? You just gave birth to me, but you abandoned me less than 30 minutes after I was born!"

"I guess you've never come back to see me, right?"

The questioning of Blade made the female vampire in front of her a little at a loss.

This is not the scene where mother and son meet as she imagined. Facing her son's sarcastic language and gaze, she could only try to explain in a pale voice:

"No, I want to go back. I've been worried about you, but I can't go back. I have my own difficulties."

"sorry."

The blade took a step and he whispered:

"I don't want to listen!"

"Swish"

At this moment, the figure of the witch hunter appeared in front of the female vampire in the blink of an eye. The silver blade in his hand roared and slashed. Facing the cut blade, the female vampire in front of him seemed to be frightened, standing there motionlessly, full of astonishment.

She never seemed to have expected that her son would wave his weapon at her so ruthlessly.

She looked at the blade with a mixed look of fear, astonishment and despair. At the moment when the four eyes were facing each other, the blade swung by the blade finally hesitated for a moment.

"Bang"

The trees behind the female vampire were smoothly cut by this blow, and the marks of the blade slashing were less than a few centimeters away from her body.

After the blade was swung, several hairs that were chopped off were flying in the air.

"puff"

With the sound of a sharp weapon entering the body, the face of the blade of the weapon turned pale at this moment.

In front of him, the expression on his mother, the female vampire's face, was like a face change, from that fragile dullness, instantly turned into a familiar darkness and cunning of the vampire.

In his mother's hand, a needle tube pierced into the abdomen of the blade, and in the needle tube, there was a strange, blue liquid rolling and being quickly injected into the blade's body.

Blade is a day walker. He takes into account all the advantages of humans and vampires, but he also inherits some of the weaknesses belonging to humans. Just like now, powerful sleeping agents that have no effect on vampires are still effective for Blades.

"you"

The blade subconsciously waved his left fist and hit the vampire's cheek, smashing her back several steps, while he himself pulled out the needle tube in his abdomen. But it was too late, and everything in front of him began to spin.

"Bang"

The cold witch hunter fell to the ground, and his breath became weaker.

As he watched, the bruises on his face quickly dissipated the female vampire walked to him, with a gentle expression on her face, she squatted down and stroked the blade's cheek, she said:

"My Eric, you are my son, and I love you like all mothers."

"I know how you have lived all these years. That damn old ghost is using you. He turns you into a killing machine without emotions. But this is not the life you should have. Dicken promised me tonight that he will give you real freedom tonight."

"Eric, you don't need to find recognition in the tearing identity between humans and blood clans. Tonight, you will truly go home. In your life, the years I missed, I will compensate you, my dear son, and I will be with you forever."

"Dichen, why are you, with that lunatic?"

Blade forced himself to endure the painful dizziness, and he asked word by word:

"What the hell is going on with you and it?"

Faced with the questioning of Blade, his mother Vanessa showed a twisted smile on her young face. She lifted her son with one hand and said to him:

"I know, for more than 30 years, you have been looking for the vampire who bit me back then. But it has always been in this city. It is Dicken Eric. The vampire who bit me back then is Dicken. According to the tradition of the blood clan, it is your 'father'."

"Don't hate it, Eric, when I was most desperate, it took me in and it was it tolerant of me. It was not as bad as you thought."

This answer made the blade cold all over his body, but he was unable to struggle. The last thing he could do before he was completely unconscious was to use the remaining power to zip up the pocket of his windbreaker to ensure that the black watch in his pocket would not fall out of the bumps.

For more than 30 years, the blade has been fighting alone.

But even he almost forgot that now, he is no longer alone.

—

The Temple of Eternal Night hidden inside Mount Todd is very large.

Vlad III and its followers almost hollowed out the entire mountain, and used blood magic and solid marble columns to support a grand hall nearly 50 meters high.

It is like a truly complete palace, with a hall, a main hall, and a secret room for sealing blood.

Twelve pillars carved with different images are placed around the secret room. Their images are very similar to those of the knights in the Middle Ages. The vampires at that time were very cumbersome and exaggerated, so the appearance of the 12 giant stones is simply vivid.

In front of the stone pillars, there are 12 stone platforms with different runes engraved in seals, and in the center of the secret room is a cylindrical platform similar to a throne.

The 12 heads of the American Blood Clan Presbyterian Church were bound tightly with iron chains by radical blood warriors on the stone platform that matched their family emblems, just like a sacrifice that was about to begin.

Around the secret room and around this magnificent palace, the warriors following Dickon had already taken their place, and the South American vampires who followed the "witch" were also fully armed guarding the various entrances of the Eternal Night Palace.

High-level vampire warlocks who are proficient in blood magic are adjusting the magic flow around the palace. They want to use the magic power radiated from underground to reawaken the supreme power of the blood clan hundreds of years after the ancestors left.

Everything is ready, every gear is already fit together, just waiting for one command, everything that is covered will be seen again.

But even on such an important occasion, the mysterious "witch" who initiated the inheritance of the Blood God did not appear. She seemed to have no concern for all this.

"Ah, Blade, or I should call you Eric."

In the hall of the Eternal Night Temple, Dicken Frost, who had already opened the inheritance of the Blood God, was dressed like an old medieval ghost who looked unruly and exaggerated red wool robe. There were also some small golden pendants hanging on the collar of the robe, dressed like an old medieval ghost walking out of the scroll.

It stood in front of the blade, and the dangerous vampire hunter was tied up with chains as thick as bowls and hung in the air.

All the witch hunter's armed forces were confiscated, and several bloody wounds were opened on his body, which was to keep him weak.

"Maybe you already know."

Dickon carried his hands on his back, and he raised his head and looked at the weak blade, and he said:

"Your mom has told you all, right? Eric, you should call me 'father'. Although I don't want a rebellious son like you. But it doesn't matter. Although you have caused me a lot of trouble before, that's all the things in the past."

Dicken said gently:

"After I accept the legendary power of my ancestors, I will free you as soon as possible. You don't need to worry about whether you are a human or a blood clan. From tonight, you will become the most terrifying killing general in my blood clan dynasty."

"I will give you this glory, and you deserve my different eyes."

"Pooh!"
To be continued...