System: Vampire Blood God Dicken-Fess killed. Quest completed.
Total experience: 50000. Total credit: 50000.
Contribution rate: 100%. EXP + 50000. Credit + 50000.
Host's experience: 248000/900000.
Credit: 411000
Luke was very satisfied with the notification.
It was rare for him to run into an enemy who could attack him so aggressively tonight. Although Dicken Fess had been trying to run in the last twenty minutes, it had been a terrible training experience.
But this so-called "Vampire God" couldn't even block an enchanted attack worth two thousand credit points. Luke really couldn't ask for too much.
Old Mo wasn't called the God of Hell, but he only needed to sleep for ten years after taking a critical hit of 60,000 points. This was enough to prove that having a "god" in a title didn't increase one's combat ability. Those who deserved to die still had to die.
But in the one-hour battle just now, this guy had been cautious for the first forty minutes, trying to defeat Luke in one fell swoop. In the end, he had even given Luke 50,000 experience and credit points.
The other ten vampires had brought in 9,000 experience and credit points. The female vampire had the highest at 4,000, and the rest had around 500.
For tonight's trip, the combination of elite monster + elite boss + elite big boss was pretty standard. It was just that he didn't gain much in terms of abilities.
The body of the Blood God was directly marked as unlearnable, and its other abilities basically overlapped with those of the previous vampires.
The only thing he had gained in terms of abilities was language.
Several of these guys who had lived for a long time had basic language abilities and more than three languages. Dicken Fess and the female vampire were the worst offenders.
In particular, Dicken Fess had Basic Vampire Divine Text and Basic Vampire History, which expanded Luke's database and made it easier for him to find these vampires in the future.
It seemed that tonight's harvest was pretty good.
Thinking that, Luke returned to the round hall and searched for a moment before he collected everything that the vampires had brought, including the items used for the Blood God's Descent.
After confirming that he hadn't missed anything, he soared into the sky and flew straight to Los Angeles.
More than three hours later, an old SUV arrived outside the castle.
A figure in California in June, still wearing a black leather trench coat, quietly snuck into the rotunda.
A moment later, the figure walked out with a puzzled look on his face. He touched his buzz cut and muttered, "Impossible. They clearly said that their patriarch was captured by Dicken Fess and brought here for the Blood God's Descent ceremony. But … where is he? "
Puzzled, his nose twitched as he searched the area.
Before Luke left, he only cleaned up the items that the vampires had brought. He couldn't be bothered with the traces of these people.
There was no one else here, and these traces would be washed away by the wind and rain in a few days.
Moreover, so what if someone found some traces? Whoever wanted to look for them could look for them. In any case, it was all Big Dipper's fault.
The Black Wok King did not care about another record!
In the end, the man found the place where Luke and Dickon Fess had fought. After observing it for a long time, he said in disbelief, "This … is Dickon Fess's team? They were all killed? "
He had been tracking Dickon Fess's team for a long time, and knew that they were going to carry out some Blood God's Descent ceremony.
According to the files, after Dickon Fess obtained the power of the Blood God, his vampire weakness would disappear, and he would be able to walk in daylight like Luke, a daywalker.
When his strength skyrocketed, he wouldn't be afraid of things like silverware and garlic essence.
Thus, he could tell from the rotunda that the ceremony had been held, and the alcohol was proof that Dickon Fess had probably succeeded.
Otherwise, these vampires wouldn't be celebrating, and the eight pure-blood patriarchs wouldn't be left with only their clothes.
The vampires that Luke killed turned to ash, but their clothes were left behind.
The white fur coat was even more eye-catching. He immediately recognized that it belonged to Dickon Fess's lover, Mechulia.
He also smelled Dickon Fess's scent from the armor that had been chopped into more than a dozen pieces.
The scene had been cleaned up. It was clear that whoever had come had killed Dickon Fess's team before they had a chance to clean up the altar.
If Dickon Fess had won, he wouldn't have cleaned up the rotunda; he would've simply called a bunch of vampire servants to clean up the mess.
The daywalker was very sure that the vampires had a lot of servants in America, and Dickon Fess, who was known as a "wise lord," definitely wouldn't lack human assistants.
So, the question was, who killed Dickon Fess and his ten subordinates? The daywalker who drove away was at a loss.
At that moment, he only felt a deep sense of loneliness.
It was one thing to have no family or friends. After all, this was his destiny — either he killed all the vampires, or he was killed by the vampires in the process.
But now, he couldn't even find a powerful opponent. How was he going to fulfill this destiny? It was too difficult to fulfill this destiny.
…
Luke didn't know that his act of stealing a kill had dealt another blow to someone's faith. He simply changed back into his previous identity and returned to Los Angeles.
The next day, he was in the mood to visit his sister, Claire, at USC.
But when he looked at the little monkey from afar, he realized that she was participating in a women's judo club activity with Blake.
He silently observed the group of greasy seniors with the drone. He didn't pay too much attention to the seniors' shouts and struggles. He only watched Claire and Blake's battle for a while before he quietly left.
In terms of skills, Claire completely crushed Blake.
But in terms of physical hardware, Blake completely crushed Claire. At the very least, Luke was shaken to the core.
Only a gentleman like him didn't like peeping; otherwise, he really would've watched the entire process of Blake's training and recorded it as a souvenir.
After visiting his family, Luke took a plane to Houston, and then went to the cemetery chapel to visit Ghost Rider Castray.
Luke appeared in the Big Dipper Armor. When he passed by the stable, he startled the black horse.
This guy actually still remembered him. It neighed angrily and charged out, wanting to kick him.
Without any hesitation, Luke tied up the hot-tempered horse again.
At that moment, Castray walked out.
The old man's hair was still white, but his body and mental state were much better.
He was still wearing an old T-shirt, jeans, and wide-brimmed hat. He was still holding the shovel out of habit, and was no different from an old country grandpa who usually guarded a cemetery.
Looking at the wriggling black horse that was tied up into a ball on the ground, he vaguely felt that this scene was a little familiar.
But based on the feedback he had received from the Evil Spirit of Vengeance, Mephisto seemed to have been especially quiet recently, and there were no signs of even his clones being active in the human world.
Then, a figure with a black and white face appeared next to the black horse. "Long time no see. You're not dead yet? That's great. "
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