Legend has it that this manor was built by the first colonists. Of course, this may be a lie, because when the first colonists arrived in America, they had nothing and they were all paupers. After all, rich people will not come out to colonize. But that’s what the legend goes.
The earliest manor was called the Isleworth Manor. They started from a log cabin and gradually turned into a castle. They lived here for nearly a hundred years. Then during the Revolutionary War, the owner of the manor led the militia to participate in the Great War. Army, of course, the Continental Army at that time was quite weak. If it weren't for the French, the United States would never have emerged. But at least it was independent, so the owner of the manor took on the name of a founding father.
The estate and family began to prosper until the Revolutionary War began in 1861. This family seemed to be cursed, with fewer and fewer members from generation to generation. By the beginning of the 20th century, all the people in this manor were killed in a fire.
The manor has also changed owners since then, but the strange thing is that no one can live in this manor until the second year. Until a doctor bought the manor because it was cheap and converted it into a hospital.
Doctors at that time were not as civilized and polite as they are now. It can even be said that early modern medicine was almost like a butcher, a cruel one. After all, even frontal lobotomy surgery can win the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Think about it for yourself. Look what kind of environment that is.
Then this doctor became the worst doctor in local history. It would be okay to ask him to prescribe medicine, but if you ask him to perform an operation... then congratulations, you can die on the operating table even if you cut a mole. ...Then the doctor was shot dead by the angry residents at the time. He performed ten surgeries as a joke and killed ten or eleven people! One of them was a pregnant woman, she just had her corns cut out, and she was dead. If she didn’t get killed, what else could happen?
Then the hospital turned into a mental hospital, which is also hard to describe.
After that mental hospital began to accept patients, according to records, a total of 1,200 mental patients were admitted. As a result, none of them were discharged alive, and they were all buried in the cemeteries on both sides of the manor. A place like this that is 100% fatal will naturally not be able to open.
Then the place became deserted.
Naturally, it was impossible for the local government to sell such an evil place again, so it has been sealed off.
The locals don't even want to come here, they don't even want to go near this place.
But there are many people here today.
Of course... they can't be called human beings.
But when Hannibal and Blade sneaked in, several vampires were chatting next to the convoy.
"When can we leave this hellish place?" A vampire took out a bag of plasma from the freezer in the car and complained to his companions while sucking it: "You guys are pretty good. You can go out and have fun after a while. Skin it, but what about us? We have been guarding this wretched place all day, and even food is packed with blood in bags. We have been going crazy in the past few days."
"Don't think about enjoying yourself. Times are not going well in New York recently. You know, the Sun Walker is back."
"Come back as soon as you come back! Do you think I'll be afraid?" This was obviously exaggeration. Everyone could hear his lustful look, and he looked like a vampire version of Ah Q. "So what about the day walker! He's just a human being, our food..."
"Ha, that's so impressive. How about you go deliver supplies next time? It just so happens that the Sun Walkers are full of people looking for us right now. What do you think? Do you dare?"
"Just go! If you're awesome, fight him!" The person who said this must have really been holding back his old feelings here, and became garrulous in his words.
"Oh? Really?" At this moment, a person appeared behind them.
"Who are you?" The vampire turned his head and glanced at the man, then turned back to the others and said without taking it seriously: "This man is really annoying."
The remaining four people looked at him dumbfounded as if they had seen a ghost.
"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his companions acting strangely, the vampire was unhappy. "Are you stupid?"
"Ri... Ri... Ri..." A vampire pointed behind the stupid guy, unable to speak clearly.
Fortunately, this guy didn't speak Chinese, otherwise it would have been a curse word.
"Day?" The guy tilted his head and looked at his companion.
"Day Walker!!!" His tongue finally straightened out.
The idiot with his back to Sunwalker finally reacted: "You said...he...is behind me?"
The four vampires nodded desperately.
Although the guy was a little nervous, he reacted very quickly. The moment his companion nodded, he rushed forward, but the speed of the blade was obviously faster.
Uh-huh!
The silver sword is unsheathed, the owl's head is unsheathed.
The funny vampire was reduced to ashes amid the screams.
"Day Walker!!!" The four vampires immediately screamed the loudest in their lives!
Sunwalker frowned on his sunglasses, dug into his windbreaker, and threw out four darts. The spinning black shadow intercepted the four fleeing vampires from the side. A vampire's reaction was a little slow, and half of his leg was cut open by the spinning shadow, and he fell to the ground and screamed. The other vampire stopped, but the blade behind him also caught up with him and grabbed his neck.
Click!
Breaking his neck.
His limbs lost control and fell to the ground. But not dead, the vitality of vampires is so strong.
But the next second, his head was crushed by a leather shoe that was thinking about shiny metal pieces.
Wow!
Turned into ashes.
I have said that when it comes to killing vampires, the blade is professional. Any metal decoration on the body is made of silver alloy or sterling silver.
The remaining two vampires were much luckier. They were hit in the vital parts by darts immediately and died without even suffering.
After dealing with these enemies, a bunch of vampires rushed out of the castle soon. Looking at the crowd rushing around, Dao Feng put his hands on his waist and threw out the darts one after another. His hands kept moving, and a series of screams sounded from the opposite side.
But to be honest, the accuracy of Blade's darts... is not bad, but it can't be compared with Batman. If Batman were here, he could kill those people with darts alone, oh no, they are vampires.
After throwing the darts, Blade pulled out his silver sword and a claw-shaped dagger. He found this weird dagger from a vampire lair in Europe. It was said to be some kind of sacred object. He didn't know what was so strange about it. He only knew that it was very effective at killing vampires.
Blades rely on three things to kill vampires.
Guns usually use silver bullets, sometimes some garlic polymers are used, and there are also UV bullets.
Darts, at close range, are better than guns.
Then it was a close combat with a sword.
Vampires have very obvious shortcomings compared to blades, such as being afraid of light, afraid of silver, etc. Blade doesn't care about these things at all. Not only that, he also has strength, speed and regeneration ability that ordinary vampires can't match. It can be said that he can crush those vampires in all directions.
So close combat is his favorite way of fighting.
So, a group of vampires and blades started a bloody fight on the front of the castle, just like they always did.
…
Inside the castle, a man with a pale complexion, sunken eyes, and a somewhat "evil and crazy" temperament changed his face when he heard the sound of fighting outside.
"How is it possible! How did the Day Walker find this place!"
He is Dickon Faith, an extremist among vampires, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a terrorist. His extreme opinions are not only for humans, but also for vampires. He is also an extremely dangerous person.
The Vampire Council doesn't like this guy, even the vampires who also belong to the Hybrid Faction don't like him.
Just like within the Arab world, not everyone likes those terrorists.
Because the violence and terror of those terrorists are not only targeted at Americans, but also at other countries who do not agree with their views.
Such was the case with Dickon Firth.
His cruelty is not only directed at humans, but some vampires who disagree with his views are also his targets. Even the pure-blood vampires themselves are his enemies. This guy thinks that the pure-blood vampires are all pretentious weaklings! Vampires should not rely on blood to determine status, but ability.
For example, Dickon Faith should become the king of all vampires. Anyone who disagrees with this is an idiot!
According to some rumors, the Vampire Council has long suspected that Dickon Faith was related to the disappearance of several pure-blood vampires. Unfortunately there is no evidence. Vampires are prohibited from killing each other. This is an iron rule, especially for pure-blood factions, whose numbers are too small.
All in all, this is a lunatic.
No one likes him, and naturally no one is optimistic about his so-called Blood God plan.
He can only do it himself.
But some things are simple when you plan them, but when you actually do them, you will find that they are really difficult!
For example, the author once planned to update 10,000 words every day, but in the end he found that his hand was disabled and there was no cure, so he could only update a little bit every day to maintain his life.
Dickon Firth is better than the author.
He was shocked by reality. For the Blood God Project, he traveled all over North America to collect information and conduct experiments, but found that it didn't work. Then he went to Europe to look for the ruins of the lost vampire clans, visiting or stealing the books and secrets of those ancient clans.
But even so, when I returned to the United States and wanted to continue the experiment, I found that I did not have the corresponding resources.
Although he is famous, unfortunately, this thing cannot be spent as money. He is not one of those purebloods with ancient family heritage, he is just a hybrid. He may have money, but the problem is that money is not equal to resources. For example, some precious experimental equipment cannot be bought with money at all. It requires channels, not to mention He himself is not as rich as he thought.
His own faction is just a small faction, there is nothing he can do about it.
After a lot of effort, I finally established a relationship with Kingpin, solved these problems, and the plan is about to succeed... But now the Blade is coming!
Dickon Faith's location is in a circular hall of the castle. The main part of the hall is underground. Above the ceiling-less hall is a starry night sky, and the scenery is extremely magnificent. The hall is like a huge deep well, with traces of excavation and cleaning in many places, and even some gravel and tools left on the side in many places.
On the surrounding stone walls, there are rows of line patterns carved from top to bottom. These lines look a bit inexplicable, a bit like words, and a bit like simple patterns.
If you look carefully, you will find that this hall is not a regular prototype, but a trihedron. Under each stone wall is a pile of scientific instruments, and in the center of the instruments is a huge glass jar!
The glass jar is filled with blue liquid, and in the liquid are people with their eyes closed. These people are covered with various catheters.
There are many people working next to the instrument, seemingly debugging something.
And these are all the hard work of Dickon Faith!
If nothing else, let’s just talk about this hall. This is no ordinary thing. This thing is an original ancient altar stolen from Egypt by a certain generation of the Eisworth family, the original owner of this manor. It is a proper national treasure, and it itself has strange power, otherwise this manor would not Not so evil.
Legend has it that this was the altar used by the original vampires in ancient times to worship their ancestors.
In order to find this thing, Dickon Faith searched for decades! If he hadn't found this thing, he wouldn't have been able to launch the Blood God Project.
It was also because of the importance of this thing that Dicken Faith hid this place until the last moment of the experiment before letting it see the light of day again.
But now the blade has actually come looking for it!
How does he accept this?
When Blade finds this place, it means that he only has one chance!
If he fails, this place will definitely be destroyed, and then his dream will be completely over.
Not to mention the experimental equipment and the sacrifices that were finally collected. Once he fails... he will be completely ruined, especially those sacrifices. Once the Vampire Council learns about it, he will be hunted down by all the vampires and go to the end of the world.
Those are thirteen pureblood vampires from different families!
In fact, Dickon Faith wanted to capture the most orthodox vampires from the Thirteen Clans. Unfortunately, these clans are either extremely secretive, and many of them have never settled in the United States. but. So we can only make do with thirteen purebloods.
"Boss! What should we do now?" Dicken Faith's men all looked at him, and now he was the only one who could make the decision.
Dickon Faith thought for a while and made a decision!
"Go! Kill the Sun Walker! Buy me time!" Of course, kill the Sun Walker... that is to boost morale. If it were so easy to kill, he wouldn't have waited until today. But buying time is a must! He will start the Blood God Plan now!
After the arrangements were completed, Dickon Faith immediately ordered the people to start the sacrifice!
First, a group of vampires fill the blood pool in the altar in the center of the hall with blood. These blood are not simple things. They are all collected blood of first embrace. These blood are the heart blood of vampires. One drop can create a vampire. Come out, and a vampire only has so much blood. Using too much will not only affect the vampire's strength, but also take a very long time to slowly recover. The blood pool in the center of the altar is not big, but it is definitely not small either. It would take at least three hundred gallons of blood to fill it!
You can imagine how difficult this thing is to collect.
As the blood of the First Embrace was poured into the blood pool, a group of vampires in black robes knelt in a circle around the altar in the center of the rotunda, praying towards the altar and the blood pool.
Immediately afterwards, the blood in the blood pool began to flow upward along the pattern lines on the stone wall, with a faint blue light glowing on the edges of the lines, gathering above the hall. There is a cross aisle, the intersection of which corresponds exactly to the center below, which is exactly the center of the altar.
Dickon Faith stood on the edge of the blood pool, opening his arms to welcome the arrival of the Blood God!
"Come on! The Blood God is coming!!!"
As he spoke, the prayers of the crowd below became louder, echoing throughout the hall.
