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In the distance, buildings lit up. The vampire leader stared at the glowing structures and instinctively felt a deep sense of dread.
Suspended mid-air, Mike held the terrified vampire leader and asked coldly, "How many operational locations do you still have in this city?"
The vampire leader looked at Mike in horror, swallowing hard.
He had no idea what had just happened—one moment everything went dark, and the next, he was suspended in the sky.
Facing the man before him made the vampire feel intensely uncomfortable. The aura radiating from Mike felt like staring directly at the sun.
"I-I'll talk… but you have to let me go," he stammered.
Mike replied blankly, "You don't understand at all."
Understand what?
The vampire leader barely had time to form the thought before his consciousness began to blur.
A hypnotic card appeared at Mike's fingertips. As its glowing particles dissipated, he spoke again, "How many gathering spots do you have in this city? Where are they located?"
The vampire leader's eyes turned vacant as he revealed everything Mike wanted to know.
A divine light gathered in Mike's palm. The vampire he held turned to ash and scattered through the air.
"There are four left… besides the ones I've already eliminated?"
Mike murmured, and with a thunderous sonic boom, vanished from the sky.
One, two, three…
In just two minutes, Mike wiped out three vampire gathering places, killing dozens of vampires.
Now, only the last one remained.
From the mouth of the vampire leader he'd just interrogated, Mike learned that someone named Deacon Fes—a name Blade had once mentioned—was likely at the final location.
The last gathering site was a skyscraper over a hundred meters tall.
Mike floated in the air, looking down coldly at the building beneath him.
His super vision allowed him to see straight from the top floor down to the first.
Vampires…
The entire building was filled with vampires.
Was this a vampire-owned building?
If so, it seemed they were quite wealthy.
Mike tapped his own forehead.
Of course they were.
Vampires lived for centuries. The wealth they could accumulate was unimaginable.
At that moment, on the rooftop, the vampires were partying in wild celebration.
A pool, blood, and women...
The scene was depraved—disgustingly so.
One vampire poured a packet of blood over himself while several others licked it off like dogs. Some were biting each other ferociously, causing blood to splatter everywhere. The imagery was brutal.
There was no elegance to be seen—just animals, lowly creatures with fangs.
Deacon Fes stood with a glass of rich, red blood, leaning against the rooftop's glass railing. A smile played on his lips, but his eyes burned with ambition.
The old ones had always hidden in the shadows—despite their power and wealth, they lived like sewer rats. Yes, they were well-dressed and well-fed rats, but unless something changed, rats would always be rats.
But they were vampires—creatures of the night, apex predators that fed on humans. Why should they live like vermin?
So he defied the orders of those elders and led the new generation of vampires into the world.
And more importantly—he had recently unlocked the secret of the Blood God. Once he became the Blood God, he would wield the power to dominate the world.
The thought thrilled him. He downed the blood in one gulp. As a female vampire approached and leaned into him, he shoved her down with a grin. "Let me cool off a little."
The female vampire giggled seductively and began her work.
But after only a few seconds, her eyes flew wide open. She suddenly stood up straight.
Deacon Fes looked at her in annoyance, just about to scold her, when she pointed behind him with a trembling hand and shouted, "Someone's here!"
Deacon Fes's pupils shrank. In an instant, his power surged as he darted forward at lightning speed.
Too Slow.
Mike watched as Deacon Fes desperately tried to flee. With a flicker of his body, Mike suddenly appeared in front of him. As Deacon lashed out, aiming to rip at Mike's throat, Mike calmly brought his fingers together and swung lightly at the incoming arm.
Deacon's arm didn't break. It was reduced to pulp.
"Aaahhh!"
He screamed in agony—until an iron-like hand clamped down on his throat, silencing him instantly.
Mike lifted Deacon Fes into the air. The vampires on the rooftop stared in shock and fury, panic etched across their faces. Some even adorably pulled out their guns and pointed them at Mike, shouting, "Let him go! Or you'll be hunted to the ends of the earth!"
Mike curled his lips into a slight smile and looked at Deacon. "Watch closely."
As he spoke, a terrifying, divine energy began to gather in his palm.
"Aaahhh!"
Deacon couldn't help but cry out, just as a beam of overwhelming energy descended from the heavens like divine judgment, crashing down upon the building.
Boom!
The vampires on the rooftop vanished instantly.
The beam continued its descent, tearing the building apart. The skyscraper collapsed in a thunderous roar, reduced to rubble, and every vampire inside was turned to ash.
Final Flash.
Mike figured that using this move to wrap up today's warm-up wasn't a bad choice at all.
Turning to look at Deacon Fes, he noticed the burn marks now covering the vampire's body. Deacon stared at him in stunned silence, utterly dazed.
Mike lowered his voice. "Do you understand now?"
Deacon Fes jolted violently and nodded frantically. The fear in his eyes was unmistakable.
What was that power? Was this even a human being? No… no!
This wasn't a man…
This was a god!
Yes… definitely a god!
His expression twisted into madness.
At that moment, all his ambition, all his thirst for power, all thoughts of becoming the Blood God—were completely abandoned.
There was only one thought left in his mind:
He… is going to die.
Mike looked at Deacon's face and nodded.
It seemed the guy really did understand now.
Good. That made things easier.
Mike glanced in Coulson's direction. He saw Coulson and Blade still waiting on the rooftop, just where he'd left them. He did a quick calculation in his head.
Roughly ten minutes had passed. Not too long—he hadn't kept them waiting.
The next moment, Mike flew toward the two of them.
In his hand, Deacon Fes was too disoriented to make out anything. His whole world had become a blur.
But when his vision cleared, he saw two stunned faces staring back at him.
The next instant, Mike casually tossed him to the ground.
Face-down, limbs bent awkwardly—he looked like a pitiful, twisted shrimp.
And yet, he didn't dare move a muscle.
"Deacon Fes?"
Blade sucked in a cold breath. The look in his eyes had shifted—not just surprise anymore, but sheer terror and disbelief as he gazed at Mike.
What the hell happened in those ten minutes?
That divine beam just now—was that Mike's power?
Did he really eliminate every vampire in this city… in just a few minutes?
The thought left Blade dazed, murmuring to himself over and over.
"Ten minutes… ten minutes…"
The gap's too big… it's enough to make a guy want to retire…
(End of Chapter)