In the world of Yama, there are martial arts masters who have trained their internal organs to the extreme. They can blow a cup into powder and turn iron into mud.
Tang Song's internal organs at this time were far superior to those of martial arts masters, especially the two Taibai essences nurtured between his lungs.
Not to mention blowing a cup into powder, even blowing steel into powder is just a matter of opening your mouth.
With one breath, he blew a vampire into dust. The smoke dissipated, and a drop of blood dripped onto the ground from the dust.
Tang Song waved his hand lightly, and an invisible gust of wind carried the bright red blood back into his palm.
A blood cell as thick as a little finger was suspended in Tang Song's palm, rotating silently.
It's hard to imagine that a vampire's blood weighs less than half an ounce.
However, this ball of blood is also the essence of the vampire.
The heart blood of a vampire is a great tonic for both zombies and some monsters.
With just this little bit of blood, feeding a bronze-armored corpse could save at least ten days of training effort.
Tang Song gently rubbed the jade ring on his thumb with his index finger. Suddenly, a sound of metal scales rubbing against each other came from the black jade ring. A black snake head suddenly popped out and swallowed the blood drop in his palm into its mouth.
After swallowing the blood bead, the black snake head turned back with an unsatisfied look and swept all the vampires present with its cold eyes. The greed in the snake boy made all the vampires present shiver involuntarily.
After devouring the blood bead in Tang Song's palm, the black snake let out a hissing sound and obediently turned back into a black jade ring.
The only sounds echoing in the dance floor were the roar of gunfire and the wailing of dead vampires.
Daofeng looked at Tang Song's back, his Adam's apple loosened, he couldn't help swallowing, and tightly clenched the silver-plated dart in his hand.
Tang Song turned his head and looked at him with calm eyes. Dao Feng couldn't help but take a step back and forced an awkward smile towards Tang Song.
"These are all top-quality ingredients! Since you're hungry, just eat as much as you can!"
Tang Song gave Dao Feng a warning look and ignored him.
Instead, he turned around and looked at the many shivering vampires in the ballroom and sighed.
As soon as Tang Song finished speaking, a black shadow flew out from his hand.
Tachyon's long black shadow turned into a black lightning in mid-air, swimming quickly among the group of vampires.
Even with a vampire's dynamic vision that far exceeds that of ordinary people, all they can see is a fleeting black shadow.
In the end, they couldn't even see their shadows. All they could see were their companions falling down and turning into mummies.
In just a few breaths, the huge ballroom became empty.
"Quinn?"
The sound of a cane tapping the ground could be heard.
At the dance floor bar, the only surviving vampire DJ knelt on the ground, feeling a cold thing crawling on the back of his neck.
He could even feel the cold touch of the snake's sharp fangs on his neck touching his skin.
Quinn, trembling, looked at the white leather shoes that appeared in front of him, and he raised his head tremblingly.
"No, don't kill me. If you kill me, Dicken will never let you go!"
"You won't let me go?" Tang Song repeated with an evil smile, raised his cane and tapped the back of the vampire's hand.
Phew!
The cane went straight through the back of Quinn's hand, nailing it to the ground.
"ah… "
Quinn let out a shrill scream, and his painful wail echoed throughout the ballroom.
Bo! Tang Song pulled out his cane and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
The screams stopped abruptly. Quinn endured the pain, raised his head, looked at Tang Song with a pitiful expression, his scarlet eyes full of pleading.
Afraid of death? It’s good to be afraid of death!
Tang Song smiled slightly: "I ask, you answer, if you get it wrong you know the consequences!"
“Woo woo woo!”
With the cane stuffed in his mouth, Quinn could only nod vigorously.
"It's spreading in the dark world that Deacon has made some big moves recently! What is he planning? Can you tell me?"
Tang Song raised his cane and wiped the saliva off it with Quinn's leather jacket.
When Quinn heard Tang Song's question, he shuddered all over. He was indeed afraid of the man in front of him, but this madman Deacon was not someone to be trifled with, right
As if sensing his hesitation, Tang Song pressed down with his cane, and Quinn suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you," Quinn said in horror as he felt the force of the cane behind him grow stronger and stronger.
"Blood God, Dickenfers wants to summon the Blood God. He wants to rule over mankind and make this world a world for the vampires!"
Blood God, what is that
Tang Song turned his attention to Blade, who knew more about the history of vampires.
Blade explained with a serious expression:
"The Blood God is a legend in the history of vampires. Some say it is the descendant of Cain, the oldest second-generation vampire. Others say it is one of the origins of vampires, just like Cain."
"No matter which one it is, the existence of the Blood God is extremely terrifying. If Dickenfels really succeeds, it will be a catastrophe for mankind!"
Catastrophe, Tang and Song scoffed at this statement.
If a meaningless blood god is a catastrophe for mankind, then what is Thanos holding the Infinity Gauntlet
Do you really think that the bald wizard who is now perched on the top of the snow-capped mountain is just there to eat for free
The real latitude demon, Mephisto, the lord of hell, only dared to develop one or two knights on Earth secretly like a thief.
Let's try her real body. He will lose if his dog brains are not beaten out.
To be honest, Tang Song was very wary of this kind of existence that could play with time and see the future.
Who knows, in a certain timeline, will he transform into a world-destroying demon, causing the dissatisfaction of this bald wizard and directly eradicating him from the root.
However, judging from the past two years, the bald wizard did not seem to be very interested in him.
"I remember that summoning a forbidden existence like the Blood God requires very harsh requirements. It requires the blood of at least a thousand pure girls and the sacrifice of twelve pure-blooded vampires. Is Dickenfers crazy?"
Tang Song didn't care about the Blood God, but Dao Feng was extremely excited.
Over the years, under the influence of his adoptive father, he has become a qualified vampire hunter, and he is well aware of the cruelty of vampires.
They look like humans in appearance, but deep down they regard humans as chickens, ducks, geese, and poultry.
It is only because of the power of human thermal weapons that they signed the "Coexistence Treaty" with humans.
If Deaconfels really succeeds, the whole of New York will probably become a purgatory.
"Where's Dickenfels?"
Blade excitedly grabbed Quinn's collar, pulled him up, and questioned him with his eyes wide open.
"Ahem!" Quinn looked at the blade, blood foam coming out of his mouth. He didn't know whether he had thought it through or given up.
It suddenly burst into a crazy laugh:
"Sunwalker, don't be happy too soon. In addition to the sacrifices you mentioned, summoning the Blood God also requires a Sunwalker as the main sacrificer. You are dead!"
"Just let it come!" Daofeng smiled coldly, revealing a row of snow-white teeth.
… …
"This place is great. Tell Lai En to renovate it and turn it into a theme nightclub!"
Several gunmen were cleaning up the battlefield. The half-dead Quinn had his limbs nailed to teak stakes, a ball gag stuffed in his mouth, and was locked in an iron cage for live pigs.
Tang Song stroked the drowsy black snake in his palm, which had swallowed too much vampire blood, and instructed Frank.
Frank nodded with a sour face, and it was obvious that this man at the top of human combat power had been hit again.
"Tang, the matter of the Blood God is very important. I need to go back and see the priest and explain it to him face to face!"
Blade said goodbye to Tang Song with a serious face. What he had just extracted from Quinn forced Blade to take it seriously.
"Say hello to Father Dekler for me!" Tang Song ignored the way Blade frequently looked at Quinn and said directly and politely.
Blade's thick lips opened and closed again, but he finally chose to turn around and leave.
Tang Song touched the little black snake in his palm that was about to transform into a monster and watched Daofeng's departing figure.
"Let's interrogate this vampire and find out where the vampires' haunts are in New York," Tang Song instructed Frank.
"Find out the people and companies that manage their accounts," Tang Song muttered to himself.
"A tribe that has accumulated wealth for more than two hundred years, hey, it's also an illegal gang, I wonder how much food it can be exchanged for!"
… …
"A bloody hall was swept! Who did it?"
He was wearing tight ripped jeans, a leather jacket, a hippie outfit, fluffy hair, and a big gold chain around his neck. He looked more like a street thug than a vampire.
But it is indeed a vampire that is more than 300 years old. It came to America from Europe on the Mayflower. Its age is as long as the history of New York.
One of the patriarchs of the two major vampire clans in New York, Dickenfers!
"It's the Daywalker!"
A lower-level vampire replied tremblingly: "A ghost slave saw the Daywalker, and he led a group of humans into the blood hall!"
"Daywalker," Dickenfels repeated the name, with two sharp fangs sticking out from the corners of his mouth.
Scarlet blood filled its eyes.
The Daywalker, the Daywalker it created with its own hands, the only Daywalker other than Count Dracula for hundreds of years.
But it always goes against him. Damn it. Just wait, until he successfully summons the Blood God, then it will be the real king of the blood clan.
"Where are those pure-blooded bastards?"
Dickenfers finally controlled his bloodthirsty desire and turned to ask the blood descendant beside him.
"They're all in the council chamber!"
… …
"That half-blooded bastard Dickenfirth has caused us so much trouble because of his dance hall! I propose that he be expelled from New York!"
Before Dickenfels walked out of the parliament hall, he heard a voice from afar.
His face suddenly turned gloomy. He hadn't heard the word "half-blood" or "bastard" for many years.
"His high-profile development of bloodlines and hunting will definitely attract the attention of humans. Once the treaty is violated, it will not be a good thing for the entire blood clan!"
"Alvin, he is a descendant of your family, what do you think we should do with him!"
"He is just a half-blood who has just been embraced. He cannot be considered a member of our family. However, his high-profile actions will indeed undermine the coexistence treaty. I will warn him. If he does not obey, he will be expelled from New York!"
…
Dickenfels listened to the discussions in the conference room and pushed the door open. At this time, a cynical expression was on his face.
"I heard outside that some congressmen seemed to have some opinions about me!"
Dickenfels walked behind a middle-aged white man with a slicked-back hair and a suit and tie, put his hands on the armrests of his chair, and looked down at the people present.
"Dickenfels, it's not that we have a problem with you, but your dance hall has attracted the attention of humans. If you continue like this, it will definitely threaten the tribe in New York!"
"Humans, a bunch of pigs and sheep, are you afraid of them?" Dickenfels raised his hands exaggeratedly and laughed loudly:
"Humans are born to be our food. When should we be afraid of them?"
"This is not the Middle Ages," a pale-faced young man sneered:
"If we really go to war with humans, we have no chance of winning. Half-blood boy, you should face the reality. This is the human world now."
"Then why don't we turn it into our vampire world!" Dickenfels said in a somewhat crazy tone:
"Just think about it. In the future, the whole world will be our hunting ground, and humans will be nothing more than our lambs. What a wonderful world this will be!"
"I think you are crazy!" A congressman could not help but scolded: "If you don't put away your dangerous ideas, you will be expelled from New York!"
"Expel me!" Dickenfels pointed at himself and couldn't help laughing as if he had heard a joke.
"Don't forget where this is. This is New York, the nest I have painstakingly built for more than two hundred years!"
"What do you want to do?" A congressman realized something was wrong and just as he was about to stand up, a pair of leg cuffs and a pair of handcuffs suddenly popped out from the seat under his buttocks, locking him tightly to the seat.
There was a constant clicking sound, followed by a hissing sound as the silver shackles touched the flesh, which sounded like frying fish on a hot plate.
Screams echoed in the conference room.
Dickenfels's face was already cold.
"Naive fellows, you don't really think that I invited you from Europe to form a New York Parliament, do you? Twelve pure-blooded viscounts, your blood will be the best sacrifice to welcome the Blood God."