When Luke looked up, he saw an old man standing at the intersection of the crosses above, and he had said that.

As his words rang, the prayers of the crowd below grew louder, echoing throughout the hall.

The blue light of the surrounding line pattern is brighter.

The man standing under the pattern of eight lines trembled, and a blood-red mist floated from his body towards the cross above.

Luke laughed, his hands under the cloak behind his back and two smoke bombs that pulled out the safety pins.

One was thrown at the root idol below, and the other was thrown into the air.

Boom! Boom!

A strong wave of air filled the hall with a strong smell of garlic.

Without waiting for the men to react, he once again pulled his hands out of thin air behind his back, and when he returned to his side, he raised a special repeater.

Whoosh!

Eight black shadows list the shape of a fan and shoot at the eight people under the string of symbols.

The last bolt flew towards the old man at the cross above.

The eight people standing under the line pattern suddenly screamed, and were hit by crossbow arrows in turn, and the middle arrow exploded like a balloon, and then quickly spread to the whole body.

In less than ten seconds, the eight men chirped, bursting like balloons filled with too much water, splattering blood all over the ground, and then quickly turning into bright sparks that burned to ashes.

The old man in the center of the zenith cross raised his hand sharply, opened the crossbow arrow that had been shot at his chest, and roared in his mouth: "No, no! ”

As the eight people below exploded on the spot, the eight-column string of symbols that had been lit up all dimmed, like a machine that had lost power.

The blood in the grooves of the lines was even more spilled, and all of them were reduced to ashes in mid-air.

Luke looked at the old man above with interest.

When he entered, he saw the old man's face clearly, and it was actually Sheldon Esworth, the current ruler of the Essworth family.

This is a huge difference from Luke's previous guess.

Esworth wasn't the lackey of the Bloods he thought he was, and their supreme ruler, Sheldon, was a vampire himself.

That's not the point.

The point is that most of the eight people he killed were surnamed Esworth, and Sheldon's face had changed from being in his sixties to his thirties after he came in.

His short, thin body was getting taller and stronger.

But this process of rejuvenation was interrupted.

As soon as the eight people below died, the light of the symbol string disappeared, and Sheldon's change immediately stopped.

Belch! Speaking of which, that blood god shouldn't have been lost by himself, right? He muttered to himself.

He was wary of this thing, but he wasn't too afraid.

He also tortured a lot of information about vampires, and from the cognition of these people, the blood god is not an indescribable "god".

It's just a description of a state of perfection in vampire lore.

Vampires in this Blood God state will no longer be afraid of sunlight, silver weapons, and concentrated garlic essence, and will be greatly increased in speed and strength.

From these descriptions, it can be seen that the main function of this blood god state is to make up for the weakness of vampires, and what it strengthens into is not mentioned, only describing its strength as being comparable to that of vampire ancestors.

And how powerful this vampire ancestor is, none of the vampires and his minions that Luke tortured knows.

Luke didn't care much about that.

Even vampires have been transformed from humans, and they have the same vices - such as vanity, such as bragging.

But out of natural caution, he directly interrupted the sacrifice process when he came in.

It doesn't matter if the blood god is not a blood god, but the dead Sheldon must be the best Sheldon.

In a flash of lightning, Luke shoved the repeater in his hand into his cloak and retracted the storage space.

On the cross above, a furious Sheldon leapt down and lunged at him viciously.

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up under his mask: these vampires love to take off, and this old immortal Sheldon doesn't look like he can fly!

As Sheldon pounced on top of his head, Luke suddenly leaned to the side, a wide cloak covering most of his body.

Sheldon felt a black look in front of him, then his cheeks ached, and his body posture changed from falling to flying sideways.

Rumble!

Sheldon's small body was inserted into the root of a large tree in the center of the rotunda.

Luke just used an irregular movement similar to a Capora war dance, and then combined a little skill of the legs in the Chinese skirt, used a cloak to cover the movement of the body, took advantage of the situation to pick up the leg and slammed it in the face.

At the same time that Sheldon was pumped out, Luke also resumed his standing posture with a slight forward lean, and his feet took advantage of the momentum and chased down.

He grabbed Sheldon's leg, who had just begun to struggle outside the roots, pulled it out, and smashed it on the ground.

Bang bang!

In a series of explosions, Luke replicates the process of killing the female vampire in Slovakia, picking Sheldon up and smashing it.

Looking at the muddy Sheldon in his hand, he shook his head in his heart: this old guy is a weak chicken at all.

In addition to being really resistant to smashing, the fighting skills, combat experience, and reaction speed are all equal to nothing, and even the female vampire in Slovakia is not as good.

With that in mind, he pulled out the batrang from his waist and slashed at Sheldon's neck.

Poof!

Sheldon's head fell.

Luke's eyes narrowed.

I saw a stream of viscous blood spurting out of Sheldon's neck, but instead of dispersing, it condensed into a strand that connected his head and neck.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Sheldon's fallen head was pulled back to his neck by the pillar of blood, with only a scar faintly glittering with sparks.

Sheldon screamed in pain.

Luke's left arm, which was holding the batrang, suddenly turned into a mass and sliced wildly into Sheldon's body.

Snort!

A series of flesh and skin cracking sounds sounded, and seven or eight blood marks appeared on Sheldon's upper body, falling like a broken doll.

But the blood in his body condensed into a column of blood again, and the bodies were reglued together.

Except for screaming louder, Sheldon didn't die.

Seeing that the faintly flickering fire on those wounds disappeared and the wounds began to heal quickly, Luke thought thoughtfully.

He had a layer of silver on the edges of these batarts, specifically for vampires.

An ordinary vampire would probably die if he was cut like this by a batman, but against Sheldon, it only slowed down the recovery of his wounds.

From this point of view, Sheldon seems to really have some of the characteristics of the blood god state, and he is no longer too afraid of silver weapons, and ordinary cold weapon attacks are basically ineffective.

And Sheldon, who suffered this beating, finally understood one thing - don't compare melee combat abilities with Batman.