The red wine glass was shaking, his lips were stained with blood, and when a scarlet flame floated closer and closer, he just finished the last sip.
"Snapped!"
The carved crystal cup was thrown to the ground and smashed into pieces, like a small cluster of stars splashing under the moonlight.
He slowly stood up from the throne, and a large amount of blood gathered between his hands. The corpse of the vampire who died just now was twitching, and streams of blood rose into the air and flew towards him from all corners of the auditorium.
The blood formed a squirming blood ball and integrated into King Vani's body.
At this time, the organ tune was at its climax, and a series of high notes and gorgeous melodies floated into everyone's mind.
Satana became the first person to notice it, and her eyes widened instantly.
"The sound of music is a spell. He has been casting the spell before we entered the door. He has now taken back the blood of all his descendants. He has become the blood god!"
After hearing this, Hella immediately went to look for the organ player. In a small house next to the auditorium, she only found a body.
The vampire took out and crushed his own heart, and fell to the ground with a weird smile on his face. However, the keys of the organ seemed to be pressed by invisible hands, and the dark movement continued.
The sword in Hela's hand slashed down, directly blowing the huge wall-like pipe organ into pieces, and a tunnel was blasted out of the rock wall behind the organ.
But after the dust settled, the music continued, the creepy tune getting higher and faster.
The corpse lying on the ground looked like it was mocking her. Hela put away her weapon expressionlessly and crushed the corpse's head with her kick.
Like a tomato, the pieces flew everywhere. She returned to several people, leaving a series of bloody footprints on the ground.
"It's too late, it can't be stopped."
"It's okay, hey, Skull, go help." Satana took the powder box and applied powder on her face, raised her delicate chin, and motioned to Ghost Rider and Deathstroke to attack King Vani together.
Ghost Rider's footsteps did not move at all, his head rotated 180 degrees, the flames in his eyes rolled like whirlpools, staring into Satana's eyes.
"You are guilty."
"Wow, don't you look at it..." Satana covered her eyes and hid behind Hela. Although the Ghost Rider's Eye of Judgment didn't have much effect on the Hell Lord, if the soul was burned, it would still
It hurts a lot.
Su Ming walked slowly and raised the giant sword in his hand: "You don't need your help. He has neither formal spells nor enough sacrifices. This one is just a poor imitation of the Blood God."
Creating a blood god requires at least three conditions, but this one doesn't have any of them.
The first is the night at the turn of the century, such as 1900, or an integer year like 2000; the second is the life and blood of 12 vampire dukes; the third is the black magic scripture that created the original vampire, Sithorn's
"The Grip of Darkness".
Now he doesn't meet any of these points. Even if he improves his strength, it hasn't produced any major qualitative changes.
King Vani sniffed and shuddered as if he was high on drugs. He was not surprised when he heard the death knell, but instead smiled.
It has to be said that as the leader of the vampire clan, his every move is full of momentum and strange charm. After the addict's energy has passed, he has become a handsome nobleman again.
"As expected of the Supreme Mage, he even understands our blood magic." He clasped his hands together and pulled out a long sword made of black and red energy: "But even so, my power now is not something you humans can resist.
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After he finished speaking, he turned into thousands of bats, exploded and disappeared instantly.
Su Ming still stood there quietly holding his sword, the clone and the invisibility were just the same old routine.
Sometimes gluttony is not a good thing. He drank so much blood that Strangler had already locked his true location.
However, Su Ming understood how King Vani forced the symbiote to proliferate. As long as he continued to use the clone technique, the symbiote would inevitably continue to divide and multiply.
Through this method, a large number of spores can be obtained to study v1 blood-sucking worms.
It's just that the symbiote in his body is definitely not as strong as Strangler. Constant division will only do harm to the symbiote but no good.
Su Ming is still confident in dealing with a vampire whose strength is stronger than Dracula. And Strangler is equally confident in dealing with a similar person who is inferior to him.
Strangler changes the color of part of the eyepiece and uses a small arrow to directly mark the position of King Vani. This is to imitate the display technology of the original helmet.
Su Ming sighed helplessly. Strangler and he could transmit information through nerves, so why bother with unnecessary markings on the eyepiece?
One more information collection and transmission process wastes 0.02 seconds. This time is enough to kill people in a battle between superhumans.
The strangulation was concealed in embarrassment, it was too much.
The sight of bats in the sky now always brings many memories to Su Ming. The sound of wings dancing in the darkness is what Batman has learned a lot from.
But Su Ming is here to kill people, so he won't be afraid.
Among the countless bats, he directly locked on the correct one, and the big sword wiped out a ray of light, directly dividing the little monster with fangs into two halves.
The bat turned into black smoke, and all other deceptions exploded instantly, filling the entire hall with clouds of black smoke.
Is it really impossible to kill him with one blow? The opponent is indeed the symbiote host.
Su Ming withdrew his weapon and quietly observed that King Vani's ability had increased a lot.
At the same time as the black mist appeared, Satana released the flame magic barrier, and a ring of fire rose from the ground, forming a red protective cover, covering her and Hela inside.
As for the Ghost Rider, there is no need for him at all. He is the most restrained person among the vampires. Even if he is touched lightly, the vampires cannot bear it.
Su Ming looked around. His vision was so obscured that he could see almost nothing but black. The fake moonlight was also hidden by the dark clouds.
If only there was a Lasso of Truth or a Lasso of Obedience…
This idea flashed across Su Ming's mind, but even without suitable props, he still found a way.
Even if the vampire is atomized, Giovanni is still the host of the symbiote, and even if the symbiote splits into tiny cells, it will still be strangled and detected.
What vampires are best at is all kinds of deception in the dark, and they can launch fatal blows between the virtual and the real.
But Deathstroke is the strongest in the darkness.
He suddenly thrust his sword into the air behind him with his backhand, and at this moment King Vani also appeared in the same position.
The weapons in both men's hands hit each other.
Giovanni was pierced through the heart by the Night Sword, and the dark red sword in his hand actually penetrated Deathstroke's armor and pierced into the heart.
The two of them were separated as soon as they touched each other, bringing out two piles of blood, but one was hot and the other was cold.
Giovanni held his chest and took a few steps back, while Deathstroke just lowered his head to look at the chest that was penetrated from behind, and slowly turned around, his red one eye shining brightly.
"What exactly are you?"
Su Ming struck the head with a sword, and the whirring sound of the sword was heard, but Giovanni quickly dodged.
"As you can see, ordinary humans."
The vampire duke sneered. Only a fool would believe this statement. How can any ordinary person still move freely after his heart was punctured?
But he still has a backup plan. As long as there is blood, there are many things that the vampires can do.
He licked the blood on the tip of the sword, and the red color in his eyes flashed. He immediately mobilized his energy and began to control the blood in Deathstroke's body through the wound.
This is a brand new power. He can control the blood in his memory from a distance. No matter how far away the target is, he can still control the opponent's life and death.
As he raised his palm, Su Ming's entire body was like a sculpture in a fountain, with blood spurting out from all over his body. The amount of bleeding instantly exceeded the limit that humans can bear.
No matter how quick the strangulation reaction was, wrapping the host's whole body with his body, blocking all the bleeding pores, and reinforcing all the blood vessels, the blow just now undoubtedly severely injured Death Knell.
Su Ming can still fight.
If it were anyone else, bleeding would indeed be a big problem, but Death Knell is different. People with self-healing ability can also produce hematopoietic function very quickly.
But there was a feeling of hunger in his belly, and he now wanted to eat the vampire alive. The long-lost bloodlust came back again, as if it had never been far away, but...
"Wow......"
Deathstroke fell to the ground, kicked his legs, twitched twice, and died.
Parham wanted to take action immediately and raised his gun, but was suppressed by Hela. She shook her head slightly and mouthed.
"Play dead."
As the God of the Underworld, Hela can clearly perceive the location of the dead, and she can still distinguish between the dead and the living.
After King Vani absorbed the blood of Deathstroke, he became even more energetic, as if he had discovered something delicious, and his eyes widened.
As for whether Deathstroke was really dead, he wasn't worried. After all, the other party was lying on the ground and had given up resistance.
No threat.
He raised his hand again, but no more blood came out, so he threw himself forward, but was unable to bite through the armor and use weapons, but the armor would also heal quickly.
For a moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
This blood was the most delicious he had ever drunk, but this man's armor could not be broken, just like a can full of delicious food that could not be opened when it was placed in front of him.
He looked at Deathstroke's teammates. Those people were hiding far away, as if they were planning to negotiate, so he focused on Deathstroke again.
He walked a few steps around Deathstroke's 'corpse' and suddenly thought of something.
A large cluster of red tentacles emerged from his body and rushed towards Su Ming. If the opponent relied on the symbiote for defense, he only had to let his symbiote destroy the opponent's.
Little did he know that his thirst for blood played into Su Ming's hands.
No matter what method is used, after the vampire is revived or upgraded, the first thing must be to replenish a large amount of blood.
Even Dracula didn't have much reason for a period of time after each resurrection. His thirst for blood drove the vampire king into madness. He even sucked prostitutes infected with syphilis and gonorrhea.
The only reason he had left could only remind him not to be discovered by more people, and to attack lone people at night, as if he were sleepwalking.
Any living thing can easily lose its mind when it falls into a state of extreme hunger. Su Ming thought of this from himself.
The blood of many descendants only provided energy and spellcasting costs for King Vani's promotion. His body was thirsty for blood, and he was starving to death.