The deafening sounds and the increasingly violent vibrations had already attracted the attention of Donnie and others. They showed a vigilant look, exchanged their eyes, and began to be on guard. The experience of living through life and death on the battlefield told them that there was something terrible waiting for them right ahead.

Donnie was worried. This abnormal change must be Dicken was performing the ritual. But he really couldn't understand how Dicken did it without enough blood from the Sun Walker?

The biggest special feature of the Blood God is definitely not how powerful the Blood God itself is. What is really special about the Blood God is that he can get rid of all vampires' weaknesses, be afraid of sunlight and silver weapons, and will not feel disgusted, disgusted or repulsive to garlic. The Blood God is equivalent to an upgraded version of a vampire, with stronger combat power, undead characteristics, and no obvious weaknesses.

It's all based on the Sun Walker.

The birth of the Sun Walker is a low-probability miracle that occurs in countless impossible events! This may involve the level of life factors, and it can only start from the source of the genetic code. Looking at the past few thousand years, how many Sun Walkers like the Blade Warrior were born? It was so easy. Things like Blood God have been everywhere on the streets. A Sun Walker can repeatedly bleed. As for the lives of the twelve noble pure blood species as sacrifices... I really think how much the vampire kingdom cares?!

The birth of the Blood God is very difficult. It is too difficult to find a special living body like the Sun Walker. Otherwise, the manufacturing method of the Blood God will not be cut off. This confidential thing will be deciphered by a talented Ha Ghost Clan.

The three of them followed the passage to the bottom, and countless vampires fled in panic, many of them with deep fear.

Donnie grabbed the guy who was about to escape from him: "What the hell happened?"

"Die, the skeleton slaughtered all over the sky, and Dickon will become a god!"

The vampire was obviously a little crazy. There was no highlight in his numb pupils. Even if he was caught by Donnie, he was indifferent and just kept repeating the same words.

The blade stabbed the vampire to death, and the eyes behind the sunglasses were a little gloomy. He used the murder of vampires as his lifelong belief. No matter how difficult the process was, it did not shake him at all. He would persevere until his death. But if for his reasons, the terrible creature like Blood God appeared in the world, it would increase the harm of vampires sharply and bring huge disasters to the world!

"Don't worry so much, what a shitty blood god, let him be strong, and stab him to death with one knife." Donnie patted Blade's shoulder and comforted.

The three of them stopped talking and rushed to the central altar without distinction. This was an empty area, and the most eye-catching thing should be the twelve square monuments and the round monuments arranged around them.

But at this moment, everything was covered by the figure in the center. The seemingly tiny figure in the center of the altar seemed to have all the shadows, burying all the light, leaving only the blood red of his own.

"That's Dickon?!"

Donnie and the other two stared at the humanoid creature whose bodies were constantly changing, a little uncertain. This weird thing was Dicken? It looked unreasonable. It didn't even have a fixed form to change continuously, and it was also worthy of the title of "Blood God"?

Blade sneered: "Although I don't know what happened, it seems he failed." He breathed a sigh of relief. Dicken did not undergo a qualitative change because of his existence. This man who was proud of himself as a vampire hunter slightly put down his psychological burden.

Dicken laughed wildly. He could feel that he was evolving. Although he didn't know why the progress was so slow, he was indeed constantly getting stronger. Deep in his body, countless life factors from ancient times were being merged and reorganized wildly. Dicken could also clearly feel this. Although he didn't know the reason, he did feel the secret of his ancestors at this moment.

"Donny! Donny, you are here, give me your blood! Your blood can make me evolve continuously and become more noble and perfect!" Dickon stared at Donny with a blood-red eyes, hoping to tear Donny into pieces and sublimate himself with his blood.

"My blood?"

Donnie was confused, and Blade and the old bartender were also a little confused. Didn’t you say you wanted to use the blood of the Sun Walker? Why is this related to the blood of the mutant Donnie?

Blade asked Donnie with a confused look, and Donnie shook his head in confusion, saying that he didn't understand what was going on.

The old bartender's eyes turned red when he saw Dicken. Although Dicken's shape changed drastically, he could barely tell that it was Dicken himself. This was the first time the old bartender faced Dicken directly, and his eyes were completely red.

He spent most of his life running away, it was too hard and too miserable! He started running for life since he was a child, and there was no future. He stole things and was almost beaten to death; he blocked the road and was wanted by the police; he had to use all his time to learn various skills of killing and escaping. Others will have a happy childhood and can grow up step by step, but he has not! All his memories are about running away, running away, and running away.

When he reached the age of an old bartender, he should have lived his life long ago with a lot of children and grandchildren, but to this day, the old bartender is still alone. He spent most of his life on the road to escape, and he was fleeing, running away, and running away.

His parents are the Hagui clan, and they are the damn people. The old bartender will think clearly about this when it is late at night. But his family has already paid the price for it. The entire family and even the innocent distant relatives of ordinary families have been uprooted by the former masters, and he is the only one who lives alone.

This price is enough.

But now who should pay for his life?! Look at his life: escape, escape, escape...

He still remembers that he had nowhere to live on a stormy night, hiding in the corner of the rag and collapsed wall. He still remembers that on a snowy winter day, he was driven away like a homeless wild dog, almost frozen to death on the street, and every day was due to death fighting.

The old bartender had long hated this boring life. If he hadn't had the idea of ​​revenge to support him, he would have been looking for a shortcoming. Why did he live such a miserable life? It was Diken who knew the secret that had been chasing him secretly, it was Diken who refused to let him go, and it was Diken who would never give him a way out.

Finally, today! There are people around him who are willing to stand with him! He has been alone for most of his life, and until today, he finally has people who are willing to join forces with him to fight the enemy!

The old bartender was about to be crazy. He was gasping for breath, his red wine groove nose kept twitching, and his old face was a more distorted face than Dicken now. He was the first to fire a gun, and with a bang, a silver bullet hit Dicken.
Chapter completed!