Luke raised his head and saw an old man standing at the intersection of the crosses in the sky. He was the one who had spoken just now.
As he spoke, the prayers of the crowd grew louder and echoed throughout the hall.
The blue light of the lines around them grew even brighter.
The people standing under the eight lines trembled, and a blood-red mist rose from their bodies as they drifted toward the crosses above.
Smiling, Luke took out two smoke grenades from under his cloak and pulled out the safety pins.
He threw one at the statue of the tree root below, and the other at the figure in the sky.
Bang! Bang!
A strong blast of air filled the entire hall with the strong smell of garlic.
Without waiting for these people to react, his hands once again reached into the air behind his back, and when he returned to his front, he raised a specially-made repeating crossbow.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The eight shadows formed the shape of a fan and shot toward the eight people under the symbol.
The last arrow flew at the old man on the cross above.
The eight people standing under the lines suddenly screamed as they were hit by the arrow one after another. The places where they were hit swelled up like balloons before they quickly spread throughout their bodies.
In less than ten seconds, the eight people burst like balloons that had been filled with too much water. Dirty blood sprayed all over the ground, and soon turned into bright sparks before they burned to ashes.
The old man at the center of the cross suddenly waved his hand and deflected the arrow that had been shot at his chest. He roared, "No, no!"
As the eight people exploded on the spot, the eight lines of symbols dimmed, like machines that had lost power.
The blood in the grooves scattered and turned to ashes in midair.
Luke, however, looked at the old man with interest.
He had seen the old man's face when he came in. It was actually Sheldon Elsworth, the current leader of the Elsworth family.
This was very different from what Luke had guessed.
The Elsworths weren't the vampires' lackeys that he had thought. Sheldon, their highest leader, was a vampire.
That wasn't the point.
The point was that more than half of the eight people he had killed had the surname Elsworth. After Luke came in, Sheldon's appearance had changed from that of a man in his sixties to that of a man in his thirties.
His short and thin body was also growing taller and stronger.
But this process of regaining his youth was interrupted.
As soon as the eight people died and the light from the symbols disappeared, Sheldon's transformation immediately stopped.
Uh! Speaking of which, that Blood God couldn't have been destroyed by him, right? He mumbled to himself.
He was more vigilant against this thing, but he wasn't too afraid.
He had interrogated a lot of information on vampires. From what these people knew, the Blood God wasn't some indescribable "god."
It was just a description of a perfect state in vampire legend.
Vampires in this Blood God state would no longer be afraid of sunlight, silver weapons, and concentrated garlic essence. Their speed and strength would also be greatly enhanced.
From these descriptions, it could be seen that the main function of this Blood God state was to make up for the weaknesses of vampires. However, there was no mention of what kind of strengthening it would become. It was only described as being as powerful as the ancestors of vampires.
None of the vampires and servants Luke had interrogated knew how powerful this vampire ancestor was.
Luke didn't care much about that.
Even vampires had been transformed from humans, and they had the same vices as humans — such as vanity and bragging.
But out of his natural caution, he interrupted the ritual the moment he entered.
It didn't matter if the Blood God was a Blood God or not, but a dead Sheldon was definitely the best Sheldon.
Thinking quickly, Luke stuffed the crossbow into his cloak and put it away in his inventory.
On the cross above, the furious Sheldon jumped down and pounced at him fiercely.
Luke's lips curled up under his mask. Why did these vampires like to fly? This old fart Sheldon didn't look like he could fly!
When Sheldon was about to pounce on him, Luke suddenly leaned to the side, and the wide cloak covered most of his body.
Sheldon's vision went black, and then his cheek hurt. His body went from diving down to flying sideways.
Boom!
Half of Sheldon's body was stuck in the roots of the tree in the center of the rotunda.
Luke had used an irregular move that was similar to Capora's War Dance, and combined it with a bit of technique from China's skirt. Using the cloak to cover his movements, he used the momentum to swing his leg in a half-circle, and his foot, which was lined with alloy, slammed into Sheldon's face.
When Sheldon was sent flying, Luke regained his slightly forward posture and took advantage of the momentum to chase after him.
He grabbed Sheldon's leg, who had just started to struggle, and pulled him out, swung him around, and smashed him to the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With a series of explosions, Luke copied the process of killing the female vampire in Slovakia, and smashed Sheldon into the ground.
Looking at Sheldon, who was like mud in his hands, Luke shook his head. This old guy was a weakling.
Apart from the fact that he was more resistant to smashing, his combat skills, combat experience, and reaction speed were all useless. He wasn't even as good as the female vampire in Slovakia.
Thinking that, he pulled out the bat dart from his waist and slashed at Sheldon's neck.
Thud!
Sheldon's head fell to the ground.
Luke narrowed his eyes.
Thick blood sprayed out from Sheldon's neck, but it didn't scatter. Instead, it condensed into a stream that connected his head to his neck.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Sheldon's head was pulled back to his neck by the pillar of blood, leaving behind only a faint sparking wound.
Sheldon cried out in pain.
Luke's left arm, which was holding the bat dart, suddenly turned into a blur as he slashed at Sheldon's body.
Chi! Chi!
The sound of flesh being cut rang out. Seven or eight bloody wounds appeared on Sheldon's upper body, and he fell to the ground like a broken doll.
But the blood in his body condensed into a pillar of blood again, gluing his body back together.
Apart from screaming even louder, Sheldon didn't die.
Luke was deep in thought as he looked at the wounds. As soon as the sparks disappeared, the wounds quickly healed.
He had put a layer of silver on the edge of the bat dart, which was specifically targeted at vampires.
Ordinary vampires would probably die if they were cut by the bat dart, but it only slowed down Sheldon's recovery.
From this point of view, Sheldon really did seem to have some of the characteristics of the Blood God. He was no longer afraid of silver weapons, and ordinary cold weapons were basically useless against him.
After this beating, Sheldon finally understood one thing: don't compete with Batman in melee combat.
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