Transformers In Marvel

Tony chomped on his cheeseburger, feeling alive.

Tony Stark has an arrogant personality, and his biggest characteristic is that he refuses to admit defeat. Whether it is out of self-esteem or arrogance, Tony is not a person who is willing to admit defeat easily. He turned up his collar, just enough to protect his neck.

A large group of people surrounded him to ask his health, worrying about what happened to this proud son of heaven. The officer glared at Downey even doglegly, expressing his loyalty and closeness to Tony.

For the people in the military, Tony is a big dog, relying on the Stark Group to sell them various high-tech weapons every year.

"Mr. Stark, I heard that your latest Jericho missile has been successfully developed?"

"I understand what you mean, but you have to ask someone at a higher level to talk to me." Tony ate his hamburger, slurring his words.

Downey wanted this army to stay and help them clean the vampires, but he was arrogantly refused: "Our order is to rescue Mr. Stark, and we have not received an order to assist you."

Before boarding the helicopter, Tony asked Downey and others to help him kill a batch of those ghosts. In all these years, he had never suffered such a big loss. If Downey hadn't come in time, he would have become a vampire long ago. Enmity is too great.

It is conceivable that this news reached the ears of the high-level people, but it was an earth-shattering event. The vampires disregarded the rules and attacked the high-level people. This has broken the bottom line, and bloody revenge must be carried out. For so many years, the human camp is not a soft persimmon, but the vampires are unambiguous.

Blade and Whistler are a little tired, with such a big fanfare, their base is exposed, and they have to find a new place, no accident, or an abandoned factory or an abandoned building.

"Don't worry, with Tony as a big dog, you still have to hide in such a poor place? It would be more efficient to buy a building and openly recruit a group of powerful hunters." Downey suggested.

Dao Feng grinned his white teeth: "That's true."

A group of people began to plan to clean the Golden Beach area. Dickon was too difficult to deal with, so he had to be killed completely. Downey also told them what he knew about "Blood God". The more information, the more chances of winning.

"If you want to make something like the blood god, you need the blood of the day walker. First of all, you must ensure that the blade will not be caught by the enemy."

Dao Feng and Whistler looked at each other in blank dismay.

Downey suddenly had a bad feeling: "Don't tell me that Dickon got your blood."

"It's about the same. At least part of it was involved. I was bled once, and then I was rescued by Whistler in time." Dao Feng was very innocent. How could he have thought that his blood would be so critical.

Downey cursed secretly, this would be troublesome, it would be too difficult to fight against the formed blood god and kill that kind of ghost. Immediately afterwards, he became suspicious again. Now that he got the blood, what is Dickon waiting for? Isn't it good to make a fortune in silence, do you have to attract people with great fanfare?

The female doctor gave them some serum, but it was not an antivenom serum, but a vampire-killing serum.

"I developed this with an anticoagulant. As long as it is injected into a vampire, it will be fatal to them."

"Are you sure this thing works for Dickon too?"

"If one injection doesn't work, then inject the second and third until it works." The female doctor's tone was very cold.

Dao Feng was choked and speechless, very good, this explanation is very powerful.

In the end, Donny's old bartender and Daofeng dispatched to the Golden Beach area, without the support of others, only the three of them.

Downey is most worried about the blood god. This artificial creature is actually very difficult to kill. His body can be restored immediately after cutting it off. It seems that the blood god's entire body is composed of blood, and it can be restored no matter how you kill it.

"Although it's a bit troublesome, I don't believe that this kind of recovery will have no restrictions. At worst, use the most stupid method,

Kill him hundreds of thousands of times, can he be resurrected hundreds of thousands of times? The old bartender wiped his gun. He hated Dickon very much and spent most of his life on the run. This time he finally had the opportunity to kill Dickon face to face. He would do whatever it takes.

The three of them sat in the car and went straight to the Jintan area not far to the south. Although the name is Jintan District, in fact, this place is far from the poetic sense expressed by the name. It can be regarded as a typical example of poor mountains, bad waters and inaccessible people. It is no wonder that Deacon chose this place.

What caught my eye was an old building, dilapidated, and even many facilities had collapsed. The corners were covered with cobwebs, and no one had visited it for many years.

Looking from a distance, several figures are vaguely visible at the door.

"Today coincides with the full moon, and it is a good day for these beasts to be active." Dao Feng smiled ferociously, and majestically took out two Tang knives. Compared with spears, Dao Feng prefers to kill enemies with sabers, which makes him He feels even more, every beheading is a real deal.

Optimus Prime deformed and assembled halfway, took out a rocket launcher and blasted it, killing the gatekeepers.

Dao Feng failed to pretend, and got out of the car resentfully. He also wanted to use the inertia of the vehicle to rush over and kill those vampires in an instant, but was bombarded by Downey in a calm manner.

In the headset, Whistler's voice almost died of laughter came, he sarcastically sarcastically sarcastically, and kept laughing.

The three of them stood in front of the castle and looked at each other. Downey was fully armed and put on a layer of battle armor. Two small Transformers opened the way, and the two blades followed closely behind.

Unexpectedly, the three of them came to the ground all the way, unimpeded, and the individual vampires they encountered were either killed by them or fled in a panic. Basically, there was no resistance to stop them.

"What the hell is Dickon up to? Is he crazy? He wants to fight us face to face?" Downey was puzzled. An ambitious man like Dickon would not easily expose himself to danger. what idea.

Along the way, you can see all kinds of weird and ancient symbols carved on the walls, which are the words of ancient vampires, and their meaning has been basically lost today, and only Dickon knows what it means.

This is indeed an altar, a place where blood gods are made.

...

In the center of the altar below, Dickon stood with his arms outstretched, with a mad and intoxicated expression on his face. Around him, twelve councilors were tightly controlled, and behind each councilor stood a quaint stone monument.

"Dickon, you madman, you will pay the price, and the entire vampire kingdom will not let you go!"

Twelve councilors became prisoners, cursing at Dickon. There was a weird atmosphere in this place, as if it was going to corrupt their whole bodies, and it seemed like dead souls were whispering in their ears, showing greedy eyes Hide aside and watch them.

These congressmen have lived for a long time, but their longevity does not bring them fearless courage. They can only embolden themselves through verbal abuse.

The invective was no different from the buzzing of flies to Dickon.

"They're here, Blade is here, and Downey is here!" a vampire yelled.

"It's finally here... I don't need the blood of the Sunwalker anymore, I still need the blood of that mutant! The more the better! The little bit I got before is not enough!"

Dickon opened his arms and looked up at the dome. A blush appeared on his pale complexion. He was crazy, and his eyes revealed a morbid obsession. On this dome, a drop of blood unexpectedly quietly appeared!

here we go!

The ceremony has begun!

It even... went smoothly beyond his imagination!