Marcus only took a few glances at the truck before he stopped paying attention to it because there were too many big trucks at the port.
In addition, after Gunnar parked the car, he directly put down the seat, took off his shoes, placed them on the dashboard, and closed his eyes to sleep. This did not arouse Marcus' suspicion at all.
At 11 o'clock in the morning, the bustling port completely quieted down. Marcus flew into the sky, turned a corner, and flew close to the sea to the back of the ship.
He quietly grabbed a guard, grabbed the edge of the ship with his legs, and hung upside down to eat. After he killed five guards in a row, he was completely full.
After waiting silently for half an hour, he felt the strength in his body quickly recover. Only then did he swagger onto the ship and bite anyone he saw.
Although he was inevitably hit by bullets after entering the cabin, unfortunately, these bullets were only ordinary silver bullets.
The suppression on him was not strong, and while he was being shot, there were people around him for him to bite. In just a few minutes, the people in the cabin were all cleaned up.
After biting the four guards outside Alexander Corvinus' cabin to death, Marcus stood outside the cabin door and thought for a few seconds. He turned around and tore off a coat from the guard and put it on.
Twisting open the cabin door, he walked into the cabin with his mouth full of blood. Seeing Alexander standing behind the desk, Marcus shouted excitedly.
"Good evening, father."
"You are not welcome here, Marcus." Alexander's face was stern as he unexpectedly looked at his son whom he had not seen for a long time.
Marcus walked to the desk with an indifferent expression and said mockingly, "Then should I apologize, or should I greet you before I come?"
Looking at his unruly son who did not have the slightest intention of expressing his feelings, the feeling of reunion in Alexander's heart could not help but dissipate. All that was left was a deep sigh and a sense of powerlessness.
After thousands of years, he was indeed tired of cleaning up the mess for his two sons.
And Marcus, who never knew how to repay him, made him feel even more heartache and annoyed.
If it were not for the fact that he really could not kill his own son with his own hands, he would not be able to let go of his worries for them.
Alexander, who had endured thousands of years of loneliness and the curse of immortality, might have already done it himself and destroyed the heart that never stopped beating in his body.
But despite his disgust, he still could not let go of his worries for Marcus. Thinking of William's methods, he could not help but ask doubtfully.
"How did you escape from William Devonshire?"
Upon hearing this, Marcus couldn't help but recall the time when he was chased by those robots like a dog.
Marcus, who originally wanted to chat, immediately lost his mood and asked with a gloomy face, "Tell me, where is my brother being held?"
Alexander was stunned and said with dissatisfaction, "How many years has it been? Don't you understand that no one can control your brother?
This world will recreate the hell-like scene of more than 600 years ago. At that time, no matter what you want to do,
What we'll face is an overwhelming wave of wolves. "
"No, Father." Marcus stared at Alexander and smiled. "That's exactly what I'm looking forward to, using humans to fight humans.
When the number of wolves increases, I'll be able to appear in front of humans in a new form and grant them the power to resist the wolves. Perhaps I'll even become a new god. "
"Ha," Alexander sneered at Marcus, who was having a sweet dream.
"You've been asleep for too long, Marcus. Today, 200 years later, this world is no longer what it was before you fell asleep.
Not to mention others, just William Devonshire's power is far beyond our imagination.
When the body is faced with a mechanical army that has no pain, no mercy, unified command, unified action, and easy to produce, as well as humans equipped with armor,
Werewolves and vampires are just old antiques that can be swept into the trash heap of history at any time. This world is no longer what you imagined.
Wake up, Marcus. "
Marcus, who had already fought with the robots, naturally understood, but after a long silence, he shook his head and said,
"I don't want to be treated like an animal in the future and be watched in a cage. Rather than that, it's better to make this world completely chaotic."
The more he spoke, the more confused Marcus became. He roared at Alexander. "Stop talking nonsense, Father. Tell me, where is my brother being held?"
After venting his anger, Marcus suddenly saw the copper disk key on the desk.
He rushed forward, grabbed the copper key, and looked at Alexander in disbelief.
"Father, you, you really joined forces with Victor to lock your son in a dark dungeon for six centuries."
Damn it, Alexander was full of regret. He wanted to explain, but as a father, he didn't know what to say.
However, he was worried about the father-son relationship. Marcus, who was already frightened by the mechanical army, couldn't care less.
He grabbed Alexander's neck with his right hand and grabbed his right hand with his left. He opened his mouth and bit.
"NO, NO, NO, NO."
Seeing Marcus bite his hand, Alexander knew that it was going to be bad.
Sure enough, he only wanted to find the address of his brother's prison from his undead father's blood.
But as soon as the blood entered his mouth, Marcus immediately found that his heart, which hadn't beat for thousands of years, was beating again.
Not only that, but the power in his body also increased, and the more blood he drank, the faster his power increased.
Marcus, who didn't want to kill Alexander, was directly controlled by the vampire's thirst for blood and power. He bit Alexander's hand and refused to let go.
"Clang."
There was the sound of glass breaking. Marcus turned around and saw two combat robots with red eyes climb into the cabin through the window.
Before he could stand still, he raised the rapid-fire pistol in his hand. Marcus, who was frightened by the ultraviolet bullet, immediately turned around.
He held Alexander with one hand and aimed at the robot's muzzle.
The expected gunshot didn't sound.
"Clang, clang."
There were two violent collisions, and the cabin door was smashed open by the combat robots.
"Damn it! You damned ghosts! You've caught up so quickly!"
He saw five or six combat robots walk in.
Marcus, who didn't know that he was not afraid of sunlight after sucking Alexander's blood, looked up at the glass ceiling of the cabin roof.
He spread his bat wings and rushed to the ceiling with Alexander.
He broke through the glass ceiling, but before he could fly away, he was hit by a burst of ultraviolet bullets.
"Ah." The pain and the fear of ultraviolet rays made him roar. He instinctively wanted to dig out the bullets.
His hand loosened, and Alexander, who was being held by him, fell back into the cabin from five or six meters in the air.
He slammed it on the desk with a loud "Peng".
"NO, NO, NO, FATHER."
Looking down at Alexander, whose chest was penetrated by the glass shards on the desk, Marcus couldn't help but shout.
"Da, da, da." Another burst of bullets hit him, but what made Marcus unusually happy was that he was no longer afraid of ultraviolet rays.
He was no longer afraid of the ultraviolet rays. Feeling the power coming from his body, he roared excitedly.
He crashed into the combat robot closest to him.
"Die."
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