The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 87 The Mutated Blade

Icy.

shake.

Palpitations.

Blade, who was tightly bound to the dissecting table, the moment he smelled the added bourbon, his instinct was irresistible and made him want to do everything possible to escape from here.

He will die.

If he drank that spiked bourbon.

No one is not afraid of death.

Survival is instinct.

Perhaps a fearless warrior with firm beliefs can overcome such instincts with his own beliefs.

but……

Blade absolutely has no such faith.

"what!"

"Roar!"

Dao Feng looked at Otto, who was walking towards him and getting closer, with a playful smile on his face, roaring hard. Under the instinct of high survival desire, the vampire virus, which had been suppressed with garlic essence for many years but had already developed tolerance, completely broke through the line of defense at this moment.

hum!
Dao Feng's eyes instantly turned blood red, and the muscles of his limbs, at this moment, swelled up with a bang, like an inflated balloon.

boom!
The dissecting table under Dao Feng directly suffered the unbearable weight of his life, and it collapsed with a loud noise.

"Thick and greasy Shet!"

"Oops!"

Otto, who was about to let Dao Feng swallow the added bourbon, watched this scene, and couldn't help screaming, shaking his hands, the added bourbon fell directly to the side.

next second.

A few vampires nearby saw that things were not going well, and when they were about to step forward, a thick arm like granite directly pinched Otto's neck.

puff!
Otto's neck was separated from his body in an instant.

Several vampires who were about to step forward stopped after seeing this scene.

into the eye.

Blade was originally only 1.9 meters tall and weighed only [-]. At this moment, under the complete coverage of the vampire virus, it swelled into a mutant with a height of about [-] meters and a body shape that looked like a small black hill.

Dao Feng's eyes were scarlet, and a pair of fangs, which seemed to be worth at least 20 dollars, shone with a cold light.

Several guard vampires looked at the completely transformed blade at this moment, couldn't help swallowing, and looked at each other.

"Look."

Kirk, who was in Deacon's office with his arms folded, looked at the monitor, slaughtering the vampire guard's blade like he was killing a chicken, and said to Deacon, whose face had obviously become ugly, "I told you he couldn't be a vampire. How about it, believe it."

Dickon looked livid.

but……

He was still a little lucky.

Fortunately, a real blood came to identify the identity of the blade.

If Kirk doesn't come, Dickon really thinks that Blade has returned to his ancestors and became a blood race. At that time, if he uses Blade to sacrifice and try to resurrect the Blood God, the resurrection will be incomplete.

Kirk looked at the monitor, the blade that killed vampires like chickens, looked at Dickon, and suggested, "Do you need my help?"

Dickon shook his head instantly.

"Need not."

Dickon took a deep breath, looked away from the monitor, and looked at Kirk: "Sir, I'm sorry, please wait a moment, I'll go over and deal with things first."

Seeing this, Kirk nodded, "Okay."

Dickon didn't speak, turned around, and walked straight out of the office.

After watching Dickon leave, Gwen sat on the sofa again, poured himself another glass of bourbon Kirk, and looked at the killing blade on the monitor, a little curious: "Who do you think will win?"

One is a vampire.

One is a mutant vampire.

Gwen thought for a while, but couldn't find any reason for her to make a move, so she simply made a move. Anyway, no matter who wins in the end, the winner must be an ordinary citizen of New York City.

Again.

The reason why she came here was to prevent the resurrection of the blood god from bringing a huge disaster to New York City. In order to prevent all this, she needed to follow Kirk so that Kirk could fulfill his promise when the time came.

Listening to Gwen's words, Kirk glanced at the monitor, rushed into the laboratory, and punched Dickon, who was in a state of killing all directions, directly on the wall, and shrugged.

"Blade."

"Ok?"

Hearing this answer, Gwen was slightly taken aback, and looked at Kirk: "Blade? Why, I thought you would think it was Dickon."

Kirk chuckled and couldn't help shaking his head.

"If I thought Dickon could win, I wouldn't have asked him just now if he needed my help."

"Dickon will die?"

"That's not so."

Kirk watched as he pulled out his mutated blade from the wall on the monitor, and touched his chin: "Dickon won't die, after all, he's dead. Where can I find someone to revive Madora, but he wants to keep the blade, or if he kills the blade, he probably dies."

Gwen frowned and said, "The blade can run?"

Kirk shrugged.

The answer is self-evident.

"Aren't you worried?"

"Worry?"

Kirk looked at Gwen and asked, "What do I need to worry about?"

Gwen said: "Aren't you afraid that after the blade escapes, it will affect your plan to revive Madora?"

Kirk replied curiously: "He's not a vampire. If that's the case, what does it have to do with my plan if you run away?"

correct.

Bloodlines.

When Kirk said this, he raised his eyebrows and lowered his head in thought.

"What's wrong."

"I'm thinking, where are the wild vampires around here?"

To revive Madora, a blood race was needed as an introduction to sacrifice, so that Madola could be successfully resurrected from the blood of the sacrifice.

Before, Dickon mistakenly thought that the blade was blood, and planned to use the blade as a sacrifice.

But right now, the blade has been successfully cracked down by Kirk.

and so……

Kirk thought for a while, then looked at Gwen: "Do you think there are any wild vampires in New Jersey next door?"

Looking at Kirk's expression, Gwen couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "I'm not a vampire, how would I know if there are any wild vampires in New Jersey?"

Kirk smiled and said it was right, and took out the phone from his pocket: "Ask someone."

Although most of the vampires chose to live on the European continent because there were Indian werewolves on the federal land, it didn't mean that there were no vampires on the federal land.

There may not be pure blood races, but there will still be wild blood races.

soon.

Kirk hung up the phone and looked at Gwen: "Yes."

Gwen blinked her eyes, with a suspicious expression on her face: "You didn't tell me this because you were thinking, let me help you catch a vampire and bring it back."

Kirk laughed haha, glanced at the surveillance screen as he thought, got up and said to Gwen: "That's no need, I'll catch it myself, just stay here."

Gwen was slightly taken aback.

"I stayed?"

"Correct."

Kirk looked at the coordinates sent by the phone and put away the phone: "That's right, you can ask, what is your mutation like?"

Gwen: "..."

(End of this chapter)