From Deacon's attitude, Blade realized that his guess was correct.
The Vampire opposite him was indeed his mother, who should have died years ago.
This dramatic outcome was simply unacceptable to Blade, who had been searching for the truth for many years.
Watching Blade look like he was doubting life, Deacon, who had orchestrated all of this, could no longer suppress the smile on his face.
"Let me tell you another piece of news, Eric…" Deacon said in a great mood, "Actually, the Vampire who bit your mother when she was pregnant with you was me…
From a bloodline perspective, you have half of my blood in you…"
Seeing Blade's increasingly helpless and self-doubting expression, Deacon wickedly stretched out his hand and called out, "So, child, join us! We are family. If you wish, you can call me Godfather—"
It must be said, this Vampire, who had lived for hundreds of years, was quite good at amusing himself.
This word "Godfather" to Blade, the Vampire bane, was not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
"Shut up!!!"
Finally, Blade could no longer bear it and reprimanded Deacon's nonsense, then looked hopefully at the Vampire not far away, hoping to see a trace of warmth in her eyes.
However, he was destined to be disappointed.
The Vampire submissively leaned into Deacon's arms, looking at Blade as if he were a complete stranger.
This expression caused Blade's conviction to completely collapse in an instant.
"Capture him and send him to the ritual of La Magra!" Deacon, having had his fun, changed his tone and commanded the descendants who had risen in the room.
In the previous battle, most of these fallen blood kin had not suffered fatal injuries. With the Vampire's super-fast recovery ability, several of them were now perfectly fine.
Upon hearing the command, several blood kin quickly surrounded Blade, who was in a daze.
It wasn't until he was captured that Blade "woke up." Remembering the anticoagulant, a powerful weapon, he immediately prepared to fight Deacon to the death.
However, with his emotions having just gone through such a roller coaster, he had completely lost his usual state, and his strength could not be fully utilized.
"Don't let him use the serum!" Deacon, who had been constantly watching Blade from above, immediately spoke to stop him when he saw the other party suddenly pull out the serum.
Immediately, two Vampires controlled Blade's arms. At the same time, the other Vampires also removed all the equipment from Blade's body.
This included the belt filled with serum.
Afterward, Deacon obtained the serum that interested him. He seemed to have misunderstood, thinking that Blade's abilities came from these light purple serums.
It was because the other party's desperate stance when he pulled out the serum was too misleading, making Deacon think that Blade wanted to inject the serum to unleash his potential and fight.
Looking at the light purple test tube in his hand, Deacon was mesmerized for a moment.
However, the screams of a nearby blood kin quickly brought him back to his senses.
A Vampire who was playing with Blade's exclusive weapon had his hand severed by a sharp Blade that popped out of the long sword's hilt.
Facts proved that the things on Blade were not so easy to handle.
Deacon was also stimulated by this change: power is good, but safety is more important.
"What is this serum for?" Deacon looked at Blade, who had been completely subdued, and cautiously asked.
However, Blade's mocking gaze was his answer.
At this moment, Eric had already processed the fact that his mother had become a Vampire and was indifferent to him. After regaining his composure, he was terrifyingly cold-hearted.
Seeing Blade ignore him, Deacon gave the Vampire beside him a look.
"Eric, tell me what effects these serums have?" The Vampire repeated Deacon's question.
However, it was clearly too late to play the family card now.
Blade glanced at the Vampire's feigned demeanor, then coldly turned his head away.
"Take him down and prepare to start the La Magra summoning ritual—"
Seeing that Blade was no longer falling for it, Deacon immediately lost interest in communicating.
As Eric was led away, Deacon also pushed the Vampire in his arms away.
His previous demeanor was all for Blade's benefit; he had no feelings for the Vampire.
Finally, looking at the light purple potion in his hand, Deacon hesitated for a long time but still did not have the courage to try it.
He then threw the potion away as if in a fit of pique, and it eventually stuck into a high wooden beam.
…
After Deacon left with the remaining blood kin, two stealthy figures entered the room.
"What should we do? Eric has been captured by them." The female doctor Dr. Karen looked very nervous.4
"We'll continue to follow them secretly; there will always be a chance to save Eric…" Whistler planned their next step.
When Blade was controlled earlier, the two had already arrived. However, considering the disparity in strength between the two sides, Whistler did not act rashly.
It was precisely because of this that the two witnessed a great drama. They learned that Blade's mother was not only not dead but had also become a Vampire.
"Let's go, we'll continue to follow…" Whistler painstakingly retrieved the anticoagulant from the beam, then motioned for the female doctor to follow.
Fortunately, the test tubes the female doctor used to hold the medicine were sturdy enough, and with the protection of the belt, the anticoagulant remained intact after all the commotion.
And the two, who were once again carrying out a support operation, tacitly avoided mentioning Blade's mother.
At the same time, military trucks once again arrived outside the ancient castle. By now, most of the NYPD from New York had gathered here.
"Quick, quick… quick… seal off the ancient castle…"
As orders were issued, NYPD officers from various precincts, in a joint enforcement effort, quickly surrounded the old ancient castle.
The execution of the tactics also made the atmosphere on site solemn.
When Mike and his team arrived, they saw such a serious scene, and the air was filled with a strong smell of garlic.
After leaving the intelligence officer Tina at the periphery, Mike pulled out his MIB identification and met with the NYPD's commanding officer.
After the two exchanged information, Mike led his X Squad into the ancient castle under the watchful eyes of countless NYPD officers.
"John, you and Needy lead the way. I want you to find the ventilation shafts of this ancient castle as quickly as possible…" Mike issued his orders, "Cross and Wesley, you two are responsible for covering the rear and supporting John and Needy."
"Did everyone understand?"
"Understood!" X4
"Action—!"
Immediately, the X Squad moved through the ancient castle like a sharp knife, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the Vampires.
…
At this moment, around the circular area in the center of the ancient castle, the largest number of Blood Servants and Half-Vampire members were gathered, each looking excited, as if welcoming a new king's ascension.
And in the center of the area, Blade, under Deacon's command, had been stripped of his vest and placed into a human-shaped stone coffin.
Inside the stone coffin were many sharp Blades, ready to cut open the Daywalker's flesh and drain his blood at any moment.
"Bring up the Elder Council—"
After confirming that the stone coffin was fine, Deacon gave the next command.
Then, twelve pure-blood Vampires with fanatical expressions were brought up. They were the Elder Council of the Vampire organization in New York.
At this moment, they did not know that their fate was to be sacrificed; instead, they thought Deacon was going to help them improve their bloodline.
Yes, Deacon had deceived the pure-blood Elder Council, telling them that this blood god ritual was a ritual to improve their bloodline.
However, in Deacon's planned blood god summoning ritual, these twelve pure-blood Vampires were still consumables for summoning La Magra, and ultimately, they would all become his power.
It could be said: sacrificing the many to achieve one!
"Ritual initiated—"
After the twelve pure-blood Vampires went to their respective stone pillars, Deacon, standing in the very center of the area, impatiently pressed the button on the stone coffin.
Then he spread his arms, seemingly welcoming the arrival of La Magra.
Inside the stone coffin, as the mechanism activated, countless sharp Blades popped out, instantly cutting open the wrists and ankles of Blade, who was trapped inside.
The Daywalker's blood flowed out, eventually pooling at the bottom of the stone coffin, and then flowed along the wedge-shaped grooves on the ground towards the twelve stone pillars.
"Eric is in danger; we must go save him immediately…" The female doctor, hiding in the corner, analyzed from a professional perspective that if the blood filled the grooves, Eric's blood would also be drained.
"Calm down, it's not time yet…" Whistler certainly wanted to save his adopted son now, but he knew even better that going out now would only be serving themselves up to the Vampires.
Knowing that Eric's physique was special and that he wouldn't die immediately even if all his blood was drained, the old man was waiting for an opportunity.
The moment when the ritual of La Magra succeeded and Deacon was no longer focused on the Daywalker.
…
Finally, the blood, glowing like a ruby, slowly filled all the grooves on the ground, connecting to the twelve stone pillars.
Suddenly, the sky above the ancient castle changed dramatically. Soon, a swirling dark cloud formed, with lightning and thunder, and a faint red glow flickering within it.
La Magra summoning ritual succeeded—
The twelve pure-blood elders and Deacon simultaneously showed expressions of ecstasy.
However, the twelve pure-blood Vampires quickly stopped smiling. The swirling dark cloud above the ancient castle paused at a certain moment.
Then, a huge suction force descended from above, focusing on the twelve pure-blood Vampires.
Under the pull of lightning, the twelve pure-blood Vampires had their physical bodies destroyed, and then their souls were sucked into the sky.
Amidst wails, the souls of those pure-blood Vampires eventually merged with the dark cloud, causing the dark cloud to turn completely blood-red.
Immediately following, this blood-red energy descended vertically, shining upon Deacon in the center of the area.
This was what Deacon wanted: sacrificing pure-blood Vampires and the Daywalker to gain more bloodline power from them and the ability to not fear sunlight, respectively.
In fact, the internal hierarchy of Vampires is very strict, and the strength difference between each level is huge.
And the difference in potential between miscellaneous Vampires and pure-blood Vampires was destined from the start.
Miscellaneous Vampires, transformed later, reach their limit at the peak of Viscount and can no longer improve.
This was also the reason for Deacon's distress over the years.
Pure-blood Vampires, inherited through the maternal line, can reach at least the Earl level over time and then awaken their unique bloodline talents.
Transforming into bats, mental control, flying out of thin air, etc., all exist within the bloodline power.
Therefore, unlike werewolves who rely purely on powerful physique for combat, Vampires are more like "mages" with various innate abilities.
Once a talent ability is awakened, their strength will experience a qualitative leap.
Under the shroud of red light, Deacon was undergoing a transformation. It could be foreseen that after he completely absorbed the bloodlines of the twelve pure-blood Vampires, his bloodline power should not be inferior to that of an ordinary pure-blood.
This kind of change could even be described as defying fate.
Finally, after absorbing all the red light, Deacon completed his transformation. At this moment, with his head slightly lowered, a defiant expression gradually appeared on his face.
This was the feeling of controlling one's destiny.
"Long live the Lord—"
"Long live the Lord—"
"Long live the Lord…"
Around them, the Blood Servants, sensing something, cheered, and then this cheering converged into a wave of sound, swirling above the ancient castle.
"Hahahaha—"
Deacon, filled with emotion, finally couldn't help but laugh uproariously towards the sky.
Then, he looked at the dense crowd of his subordinates around him and shouted ambitiously, "Folks, the age of Vampires is coming! We will lead the entire era—"
Since he was called a lord, he naturally needed his own territory. Deacon felt that the idea of first occupying New York was very wrong.
Just as Deacon was envisioning the future and the Blood Servants and Half-Vampire were cheering, two figures in the corner quietly approached the stone coffin from behind.
Whistler carefully carried his adopted son out of the stone coffin, then carried him on his back to the corner.
The female doctor Dr. Karen, who was following behind, performed simple wound hemostasis for Eric during this process.
"What should we do? He's lost too much blood now and needs a transfusion quickly…" After treating the wounds and checking Eric's condition, the female doctor's expression became conflicted.
It was a long way to the hospital from here, and Eric's condition couldn't wait that long.
Moreover, the surroundings were full of Blood Servants and Half-Vampire members, and it was impossible for Whistler and the female doctor alone to silently take Eric out.
"I remember Eric also has half Vampire blood, right? Why don't we try feeding him some blood…" The female doctor Dr. Karen's mind raced, and she thought of a feasible solution.1
However, as she took out the small knife from her body, Whistler had already bitten open the large artery on his own wrist and placed his wrist to his adopted son's mouth.
Yes, Whistler had intended to do this from the very beginning.
…
"These Vampires are really arrogant enough…" At the ventilation shaft above the ancient castle, Mike listened to the shouts below and curled his lips in displeasure.
During the previous blood god summoning ritual, the X Squad had already figured out the general structure of the ancient castle. And after eliminating several waves of Blood Servants, they even found the most suitable ventilation shaft for sprinkling silver powder.
Yes, in Mike's opinion, Vampires, with their countless fatal weaknesses, had no right to be so arrogant. Therefore, he planned to give the Vampires a surprise, to give them a rain, a rain of silver powder.
Seeing that the atmosphere among the Vampires below had reached its peak, Mike looked at John, who was working, and asked, "How much longer?"
For this mission, the X Squad had brought a sufficient amount of silver powder and a small, high-power blower.
All these items were now in John's hands.
"The blower and pure silver powder are all ready." John gave an affirmative answer.
It must be said that this former assassin was indeed very efficient when working.
"Then what are you waiting for! Blow the freaking thing already." Mike was already impatient.