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Twelve huge obelisks were instantly activated, and an ancient breath was slowly transmitted, and the whole ground seemed to start to vibrate. These twelve stone tablets of unknown origin began to vibrate with a strange frequency, and finally reached a strange pulsation, making this altar come alive!

Dickon raised his head and waved his arms, like a madman dancing a great god. His subordinates also laughed wildly. They were cheering and jumping for joy. Their master had waited for too long, until this moment, everything was gone. For what it's worth, their master Dickon will eventually become a god. Become the god of the whole vampire clan as it is recorded in those people's leather cloth!

"Finally! I've waited for this day! I will become the greatest god in the world!" Dickon looked mad, he tore off his coat, and shouted with his shirtless arms facing the sky. He greedily stared at the strange drop of blood on the dome, it was crystal clear, but it was just a small drop, but it seemed to have a kind of magical power, which attracted everyone's attention, without taking their eyes off it.

There was a vampire staring at him, his manic emotions continued to spread, and he couldn't help it. The drop of blood seemed to be whispering to him, leading him to drink it. The vampire was also a little crazy, he screamed and rushed forward, trying to push Dickon away to meet the drop of blood himself.

The other vampires wanted to stop them subconsciously, but the strange thing was that they all stopped. Every vampire's eyes flickered, dawdling, and the greedy eyes seemed to be expecting something.

"How dare you blaspheme your gods!"

Enraged, Dickon grabbed the vampire's neck with ghostly speed and tore it in two with a little force. He looked at the surrounding subordinates fiercely and warned them not to disobey him.

All the vampires showed fear and lowered their heads to express their submission. At least they showed surrender on the surface, and they didn't know what they were planning in the lowered heads, at least the dark eyes were wrong.

Dickon sneered, he was able to walk from a mongrel step by step to today, and he has experienced all kinds of conspiracies and tricks. Dickon knew better than anyone what his formerly loyal subordinates were thinking. Although this group of vampires had followed him for a long time, no one knew how many of these guys were for profit, and how many of them were pawns of a certain family. Betrayal is the most common thing in Dickon's world.

Dickon himself betrayed one noble master after another, throwing them away like rubbish. Otherwise, how could he get to where he is today by relying on his identity as a hybrid? In the dark world of vampires, loyalty is the most unreliable thing, and even the most ridiculous.

Those vampire families, big and small, also believed in Dickon's ruthlessness. They were willing to push out such a mad dog to charge forward, clearing obstacles one after another for each family, and finally brought down the entire parliament.

The parliament was overthrown, and Dickon, the mad dog, officially began to backfire. Every family has confidence in itself, and Dickon is even more confident in himself.

There are strange symbols on each stone tablet, which originally looked like some kind of mysterious graffiti, but they seemed to be stimulated by some indescribable power, one after another began to glow. I don't know how many thousands of years later, the words on these steles were awakened again by later generations. Dickon wants to use these words and stone tablets to make his life form a step further and become a god without any weaknesses. He wants to rule the world and become the god of all species in the world,

At that time, all human governments, mutant groups, and ancient hermit races will all be his slaves.

Dickon was a crazy person. Members of the council once warned him not to underestimate the world, but Dickon didn't take it to heart. Everything was no longer a problem after he became the blood god.

Long lifespan, endless power, immortal body, with these, he will own the whole world.

Roar! Roar! Ho ho! !

A roar like an ancient beast came out of Dickon's mouth,

His whole face is distorted, his whole body is distorted!

The trembling of the twelve obelisks became bigger and bigger, and even caused a small earthquake. Countless dust fell down, and many vampires at the scene showed horrified expressions. No one thought that it was just a pile of ancient stone monuments. There is still such a terrifying power!

The twelve obelisks shone with blinding light, and the councilors in front of each stele seemed to be imprisoned by some terrible power, screaming one by one, an unknown power suddenly appeared in their bodies, devouring and exploiting everything!

Ahhhhh! ! ! !

The miserable cries kept coming, and the bodies of each member of parliament slowly dissipated under the creepy eyes of the onlookers! Each of them lost their vitality in their empty pupils. Every noble councilor unconsciously opened his mouth wide, and under the eyes of some vampires, a skeleton flew out brazenly!

Every MP has a skeleton flying out of his mouth!

"What the hell is this?!"

Some vampires were unable to dodge in time, and were hit by skeletons flying aimlessly but at an astonishing speed. Soon, like those councilors, their bodies disintegrated, and even their bones were swallowed, leaving nothing behind! The vampires panicked, and then they realized that they should dodge, but it was too late, no matter how fast they were, they couldn't be faster than these weird skeletons!

All the bodies of the twelve congressmen are gone, only the skeletons that seem to be alive are left to prove their existence. These skeletons flew around like crazy. After slaughtering a large number of vampires, they seemed to absorb enough blood, and finally aimed at Dickon standing in the center, scrambling to rush towards Dickon, and disappeared into Dickon's body. not see.

Even a man as strong-willed as Dickon, every time he got into a skeleton, he couldn't help but let out a scream. These skeletons carry the factors of the ancient blood, which seals the memory of the origin of the vampires, and all of them are swallowed by Dickon at this time.

That drop of crystal-clear blood had silently landed on Dickon's forehead at some point, and he nervously smeared the drop of blood on his entire face, adding to his aura of madness.

All twelve skeletons got into Dickon's body. It is really hard to imagine how Dickon's body can accommodate so many strange things. The grunt came from Dickon's body, the sound grew from small to loud, and finally deafening!

The surviving vampires knew that Dickon had succeeded. They showed expressions of rejoicing and regret. They were glad that they were not swallowed by those weird skeletons. They regretted that if they had been more decisive just now and everyone rushed forward, they might be themselves who have evolved into blood gods now.

Dickon's body twisted and deformed, and then began to return to its original shape, and the cycle went on and on. Every time the distortion recovers, the essence of his life changes a little.

"Where's Downey? Where's that magical mutant?!" Dickon's body seemed to be a liquid covered with a layer of skin, constantly changing, making it difficult for him to walk and stagger. But this didn't stop him, he yelled with a distorted face: "I want Donnie's blood! The blood of the Sunwalker is just an introduction, only that magical mutant, his blood can give me more!!"