This vampire edifice has become a hell of flesh and blood.

Ian burst through the door, his feet on the floor, the sticky blood squeezing through the way and then pouring back, past the tops of the Armor's boots.

The ruby-glowing blood not only exudes a disgusting smell of blood, but also contains pure negative energy.

If an ordinary person enters here, the blink of an eye will be transformed into that twisted flesh monster.

Countless human corpses were wrapped in white cloth and hung upside down from the roof, blood dripping down the gaps in the white cloth and falling to the floor.

Ian fixed his gaze, and the corpse wrapped in white cloth had no human skin, and the bright red muscle and fat were mixed together, bulging and shrinking, and it seemed to be alive, like a lamb to the slaughter, about to be sacrificed.

"What the hell did those brainless vampires do to make this place like this?"

Ian reached out and covered his nose to block out the smell of blood.

As he walked through the hall, the pieces of flesh hanging from the roof suddenly began to shake, and sprouts of flesh came out of the middle of the white cloth and fell into the blood, like the sprouts of a tree that had been spawned, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into flesh monsters.

"It's disgusting!"

Ian frowned, the golden dragon scales, the Huaxia Holy Armor, the divine magic of Emperor Weishan, and the four powers of the golden light spell fused together.

His whole being was covered in golden light, like a statue of a god made of gold.

The guards of the Three Realms, the Five Emperors welcome.

All gods salute, and serve the thunder.

The golden light flashed, turning into the yang energy of the sky, and when you breathed it out, there was a divine power, and the holy armor burst out of the majesty of the emperor, as if the gods of heaven had descended into the world, so that the ghosts and gods were shocked.

He took a step forward, and the whole person was like a walking sun, bursting out with infinite light, and the blazing light formed a huge circle of light, slowly rotating.

Bang bang bang!!

All the flesh monsters collided with the aperture, and they were instantly squeezed into a cloud of blood mist, and the blood remaining in the air was also ignited by divine energy, and the pure white flames spread to the entire hall on the first floor in the blink of an eye.

The white cloth shrouds that had been sacrificed made squeaks and screams, but they could not escape the fate of being burned to ashes.

Ian didn't stop at the things, he tore open the elevator door with both hands, jumped into the elevator shaft, and clinged to the wires and climbed the wall with his legs like a nimble ape.

It's not that the other party is intentional or unintentional, and there are no traps set up in the elevator shaft.

It only took him a few minutes to climb to the top of the building, and every time he passed through it, he heard all kinds of strange sounds coming from inside, and he didn't know what was hidden inside.

"Gu Yi doesn't do it now, because he thinks this matter is not threatening enough, or he is being entangled."

Ian pulls open the elevator door and jumps out of the elevator shaft, only to encounter a blood-colored magic missile that rains down.

"Golden bell jar!"

The energy of the Huaxia Holy Armor exploded, connecting the golden dragon scales' Vajra incorruptible protective power, the Taoist divine power of the golden light mantra, and the divine magic power of Emperor Weishan, turning into a golden bell composed of countless scriptures.

Raindrops of magic missiles hit the golden bell, causing ripples, but they still failed to destroy the bell.

Seeing this, the vampires guarding the elevator immediately used more types of spells, including but not limited to panic, cold touch, debilitating rays, and immobilization, all of which were thrown at Ian.

Airplanes!

Ian looked at the magic rain rushing towards his face, and slapped his hands on the bell, and the golden bell shattered, turning into bursts of golden sounds, bombarding in all directions.

The divine power of the four energies fused together in the sound wave, directly crushing the chaotic low-level magic rain, crashing into the vampires, cutting them off.

The severed vampire body burned with golden flames, instantly turning into ashes and falling to the ground as if covered with a thick gray carpet.

Ian took a deep breath, and instead of letting him breathe a sigh of relief, he became more dignified.

His gaze began to rise as the souls of the vampires swarmed along the void toward the center of the top floor of the building, engulfed by a massive magical entity.

In the mage's eyes, it was a huge mass of filthy flesh and blood, hanging high above the junction of spirit and matter, a shadow of flesh and blood, wrapped in countless bats.

In the real world, the top floor of the entire building is clean, with magical runes and circuits engraved on the walls, floors, and ceilings, all the way down to the entire building.

Ian stepped on the mana node and walked all the way forward, pushing open the door directly and entering the center of the ceremony.

Bang!

The door opened, and a silent thunder sounded in the void, and blood-colored lightning streaked across the sky, falling on the lightning rod at the top of the building, and flowing along the magic array that had been arranged long ago, to the entire building.

In an instant, the entire building seemed to come to life, turning into a huge mass of flesh that could move and breathe.

Ian felt the softness of the sudden change in his feet, and in surprise, his eyes fixed on the ritual.

Deacon Firth, the leader of the vampires of New York and the initiator of the war, stands on a platform resembling a Roman arena with a fragment of the Dark Book hanging above his head.

Twelve pillars were erected around the platform, each of which also hung a fragment of the Dark Divine Book, and below it stood vampires from ancient European clans.

At the beginning of the ceremony, these old men who looked like suits and leather shoes were poured into their bodies with a large amount of negative energy, revealing their original bat form, and then drained of blood by the ritual and poured into Deacon Firth's body.

And Feith, who received the blood of these vampires, felt that his body was gushing with majestic power all the time, as if he could destroy the whole of New York with just one blow.

"The feeling of power is so wonderful."

Firth turned his blood-red eyes at Ian who broke in, and muttered, "I didn't expect an ordinary human to break into my ceremony." Are you the secret mage those guys call you? ”

"Strictly speaking, I'm not an arcane mage. If you insist that I identify myself, it doesn't matter if I say I'm an arcane mage. ”

Ian was talking about the wheel, procrastinating for time, and his eyes scanned the ritual on the scene, wanting to cut off the node of the ritual.

Filled with strength, Faith shook his neck and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, no matter what your identity is, you will die here today." ”

"Be honored for that! It is the greatest honor to die at the hands of me, the god of vampires. ”

"The god of vampires?"

Ian looked at the guy and shook his head, "Do you know what you're talking about?" The person who gave you the Dark Book didn't tell you about the history of vampires? ”

"You've got too much nonsense."

Bang!

Faith turned into a blood-colored afterimage and pounced on Ian in a flash, but he was in the air.

The marble granite stands were shattered into powder, and the blood-colored magic began to spread, but Ian didn't even touch the edges.

"Don't you know how to use magic?" Ian shook his head, a look of regret.

"My body is so much better than bullshit magic!"

Faith shouted frantically, and blood-colored magic poured out of his body, gradually covering the entire top floor.

He lunged at Ian with his body.

At this moment, a blood-colored lightning bolt fell from the sky again, and the magic array on the top floor of the building activated by itself, and countless lines directly pierced into Feith's body.

A huge pillar of blood-colored light rose into the sky.

As the first rays of blood flew out of the building and into the sky, more and more points of light flew out of New York City, linked by blood lines.

All vampires are passively connected to Deacon Firth.

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