"Erik, where are you going?"

Miriam took Blade's hand, her eyes full of tenderness and sweetness, and Blade stood there as if he was drunk.

"Come, child, sit down next to Mommy."

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, and I miss you so much, you know?"

Miriam's face was full of maternal radiance, because she was the mother of Blade, and she was the woman who created Blade Warrior.

"Over the years, I've been trying to find you, wanting to know if you're doing well, if you've been bullied, and now I see you grow into such a big guy, do you know how happy I am?"

Miriam touched Blade's face and felt the silhouette there, and Blade seemed to really miss his mother's embrace, though he had never felt it, and that scene only existed in his imagination, because his mother died when she gave birth to him.

"Is it okay to stay here with your mother? Don't go any further, stay here, stay with me. ”

Miriam held Blade and put her head on his shoulder, Blade looked at the woman in his arms, and the hands that had never hesitated to hold a sword or a gun were a little overwhelmed at the moment.

"Right here, right here with me, never separated. Forever. ”

Miriam whispered about a mother's longing for her child, a woman's vision for the future, and a vampire's thirst for blood.

Long, sharp teeth protruded from her mouth, and the snow-white teeth against the black skin of Miriam looked hideous and deformed at the moment.

"Ahh

Blade let out a cry of pain, followed by a roar of anger from the bottom of his throat.

However, the roar didn't change anything, as Miriam's teeth deepened, with the rapid loss of blood, the blade's physical strength quickly disappeared, and Miriam's strength in holding him continued to strengthen, and he couldn't break free.

"Bang bang."

Deacon walked in from behind the door and looked at the mother and son hugging each other, a smile on his lips.

"Well done, Miriam."

Looking at the blade, which had lost its blood and fell to the ground helplessly, Deacon touched Miriam's head as if he were rewarding a pet.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that the vampire who bit your mother in the first place was me."

Blade is a half-human, half-vampire, and his mother, Miriam, was bitten by Deacon when she was pregnant and in labor, and then gave birth to Blade, a half-human, half-vampire, and Miriam also died in childbirth.

However, it is clear that Miriam did not die at the time, but was transformed into a vampire.

The vampire who had spent his life hunting in vain wanted to avenge his mother, and now that he saw it, it was just a joke.

"What, aren't you angry? Want to kill me? Look, I'm here now, or are you no longer able to hold a sword? ”

Deacon smirked, the blood-red mark on his left cheek becoming more and more apparent.

"Do you want me to help me and hand you the sword."

Deacon walked over to Blade, picked up the Daywalker's Sword from the ground, and shoved him into Blade's hand.

"Come, come and kill me, come and kill me, the author of everything. I made Miriam a vampire, didn't I? It was I who caused the purgatory-like scene outside, it was I who built the blood factory, you come, come and kill me. ”

He was met with a disdainful look from Blade lying on the ground.

"Oh, I forgot, you can't move now, can you, so how about I help you?"

Deacon slowly raised his sword-holding hand and said with a smile.

"Look, I'm such a good person, don't you want to kill me, I don't have to let you do it yourself."

"Poof."

In Blade's incredulous eyes, Deacon actually stabbed the sword into his body, and as the sword stabbed him in the heart, the originally chattering Deacon lowered his head, as if he was really dead.

"No, he's not dead."

Blade's eyes froze, and the massive loss of blood made him physically exhausted, but his brain could still be used, and the vampire died, but it would directly turn into ashes.

"Hahaha, isn't it scared."

Just when Blade was puzzled, Deacon, who had already lowered his head, suddenly raised his head and laughed.

The blade's sword still pierced him, but he didn't know anything.

"You see, your sword is useless to me, and silver doesn't hurt me anymore. What are you going to do? Sunlight? Or ultraviolet light? ”

Deacon pulled the sword out of his body, tossed it aside, and then pulled out a special gun from inside Blade's coat.

"Wow, ultraviolet gun, silver bullets fired above, ultraviolet radiation below."

Fiddling with the special weapon in his hand, Deacon looked curious, to be honest, he had never seen this thing, the strength of the blade was very strong, even he didn't dare to appear in front of the blade rashly before, the son of a daughter couldn't sit down, this principle is also applicable in the West.

"Click."

Deacon turned on the switch of the ultraviolet lamp, and the light shone out, aiming it at Miriam who was standing nearby, only to see that the irradiated part of her was scorched at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Miriam also ran away screaming.

"Hahaha, that's a really good thing. But, you see. ”

Deacon smiled and turned off the light, then turned the light at himself under the gaze of Blade, and with a soft click, turned on the switch.

However, nothing worked, and the strong ultraviolet rays could instantly cause a vampire to be severely burned, as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid, but when it shone on Deacon, it was like an ordinary light, and it had no effect.

"Click, click, click."

Deacon turned it on and off, turned it off and on, and after playing for a while, he found that nothing was going on, so he smiled and threw the lamp aside.

"Tell me, Blade, how are you going to kill me, kill me who has incarnated as a blood god and am immortal, well, tell me, okay?"

Deacon crouched down, his mouth pressed to Blade's ear, his sharp teeth exposed, his red eyes and the blood-colored mark on his left cheek, not like a humanoid form, but a demon crawling out of hell.

"Hmph, lock him up, just with a few of his companions, and I'll keep him to witness the destruction of humanity and the establishment of the Blood Empire."

Deacon got a little tired of playing, and he also stood up, gave a command, and then walked outside.

He was going to see the results of one night of his crazy men, and he was going to test what the first battle of the empire was like.