American Exorcism Male God

Barton's hanging heart finally settled as he made out the figure in the air.

The figure had already become emaciated to the point of resembling a dried corpse, but it did not have the "centipede marks" characteristic of marasmus, which clearly indicated that it was simply due to a long time without fresh blood.

Barton's determination to obtain the origin blood strengthened. Why should it be that he didn't suffer from the disease while their descendants had to face marasmus, which could claim their lives at any moment?

"Barton!" the Vampire Progenitor roared in anger.

Due to the bloodline resonance, the Progenitor sensed Barton's presence. The chaos in his brain gradually cleared, and he understood his current situation.

"Dracula, yield your origin blood, and we shall let you go!"

Barton looked at the Vampire Progenitor indifferently. Blood smoke fizzed from the latter's chest—it was the result of a werewolf's sneak attack.

The werewolves had pierced his chest with an exorcist's Cross.

"Barton! I want you dead!" Dracula's blood-red pupils radiated bone-chilling fury.

It was he who had turned Barton into a vampire personally, never expecting that the latter would now seek to kill him.

Giant bat wings unfolded from his back as Dracula took to the sky, attempting to escape the Deadland.

This area was not only covered by a Sun-Gathering Array, but also filled with mercury vapour, making every second Dracula stayed closer to death.

"Fire the Spear Guns!" Barton ordered curtly, no longer wasting words.

He knew the other was buying time, trying to heal the wound in his chest, but he was equally eager for the mercury vapour to assail him.

The werewolves launched their Spear Guns, each specially-made silver spear flying forcefully.

The Spear Guns soared into the air, as if a silver rain were falling.

"Such a beautiful scene!"

From a high mountain in the distance, Xu Yi, holding a paintbrush, looked down and mused leisurely.

A canvas stood before him, his brush moving back and forth across the paper.

Below, a fierce battle raged. The Spear Guns pierced through Dracula's wings, and nets made of silver metal kept falling, trapping him. Dracula tried to break out of the Sun-Gathering Array time and again, only to be driven back by the blazing Array, roaring continuously.

Xu Yi on the mountain seemed like an artist out for a spring outing, his face showing a free-spirited expression while the cool breeze blew and tree shadows swayed.

Soon, the portrait of the Vampire Progenitor Dracula appeared on the paper. Judgment had a remarkable effect on high-speed targets, and Xu Yi certainly needed to prepare.

The battle had reached a fever pitch, and Barton's face showed a gleam of delight.

The plan was going unexpectedly well!

But this was also within reason. He had followed Dracula for decades and knew the latter's weaknesses all too well. He had planned meticulously, whereas Dracula had been in deep slumber, ignorant of the outside world.

With various factors combined, Dracula's defeat seemed almost inevitable.

Just as Dracula was about to collapse, a sound like breaking glass suddenly came from the northeastern corner of the Sun-Gathering Array.

Barton's heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition washing over him.

The premonition quickly turned into reality as the Array in the northeastern corner dissipated, akin to a sturdy cage being breached with a large hole.

"Quick! Stop him!" Barton roared.

But it was too late. Dracula wouldn't miss such an opportunity. Under the continuous fall of the Spear Guns, he forcefully broke through the Sun-Gathering Array.

Before Dracula could catch his breath, a horde of werewolves lunged at him to attack.

The Vampire Progenitor's combat power was terrifying; his speed was ghostly, his sharp claws could easily tear through steel, but the werewolves threw themselves at him without hesitation. If they couldn't obtain his origin blood, it was highly likely they wouldn't survive anyway; they might as well give it their all.

The brutal slaughter resumed. Werewolves died one after another, but Dracula was also nearing depletion, his speed more than halved from before.

He knew he couldn't go on like this; otherwise, he would be worn down to death here.

A mist of blood steamed from Dracula's body – he had no common blood left in him; this was the power of the origin blood being utilized.

An overwhelming momentum swept through, as Dracula suddenly burst forth, his speed even faster than at his peak, like a blood-red lightning bolt.

In the blink of an eye, Dracula slaughtered several werewolves, then flew swiftly towards the distant woods.

"Pursue him! We absolutely cannot let him get away!" Barton's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Vampires absorbing the blood of their own kind not only fail to heal their wounds but also produce various side effects.

The blood of a werewolf is even more deadly poison to vampires, which is one of the reasons why they are natural enemies.

Once Dracula escapes into the mountains and drinks the blood of other creatures, the chance to kill him becomes extremely slim.

Once he recovers, he will definitely launch a cruel revenge.

The werewolves pursued the blood shadow, which had almost disappeared from view, but they knew that such extreme speed could not last for long, and they needed to find him before Dracula could feed.

Dracula rushed into a dense forest, and dived into a pile of grass; the sunlight was temporarily blocked, and the long-missing sense of cool appeared, making him so comfortable he nearly moaned out loud.

He had been scorched by the sunlight just now, and would have turned to ash if he were a common vampire; it was only because he was a powerful Vampire Progenitor that he could hold on.

At that moment, a dark shadow appeared in his field of vision. Dracula's eyes burst with a surprised delight; it was a deer, a lost deer!

At this moment, he was like a wanderer lost in the desert, not having touched a drop of water for three days and nights; he had never craved blood so desperately.

He pounced fiercely, biting into the deer's neck and greedily sucking its blood.

All the gifts of fate had their chips marked in the dark.

How could he be so lucky to stumble upon a lost deer right here?

Even if Dracula really hit the jackpot, the noise of his crash should have scared the deer away long ago, so why would it wait here foolishly?

All this was the "welcome gift" Xu Yi had prepared for Dracula.

The deer had been specifically caught by him, and after inhaling the scent of Sleeping Flower, it became drowsy, which was why it wasn't scared off by the noise of Dracula's fall.

If he had been fully alert, Dracula might have noticed these abnormalities, but his condition was too dire at the moment, and his only thought upon seeing the deer was to feed.

"I hope he likes the extra ingredient I added to the deer blood," Xu Yi said with a smile on his lips.

He had intentionally placed the deer in the dense forest, waiting for the other to come over.

Within a hundred miles, this dense forest was the coolest place; Dracula, having been scorched so miserably by the sun, naturally wanted to "cool down" as soon as possible.

If the other party did not come as he expected, Xu Yi would have taken action directly; fighting under the blazing sun would still be to his advantage.

Dracula greedily sucked the blood, and in the tree shadows not far behind him, Xu Yi merged completely with the darkness, so much so that not even the insects moving through the trees could detect him.

"It's time!"

Xu Yi took out the Alchemy on the left face Messiah, aimed at Dracula's heart, and pulled the trigger, instantly emptying the magazine.

As the blood entered his body, Dracula felt himself coming back to life. Although the amount of blood was too little to heal much, it at least made him feel less awful.

Just then, he heard a whooshing sound behind him. Instantly trying to dodge, he was still too slow, or rather, the bullets were too close!

The first bullet penetrated his heart, and although the remaining five missed the heart due to his evasion, they still hit his chest.

Why hadn't he heard the gunshot?

Dracula's mind was filled with questions. Even now, with severe injuries, his hearing shouldn't have deteriorated to such a terrible state!

His complexion changed slightly; the wounds hit by the bullets wouldn't heal and were accompanied by a familiar burning sensation.

It was bad blood silver bullets! Dracula suddenly realized.

He had been hit by these bullets before; even though he didn't know why the power of the bad blood silver bullets had decreased, he wasn't at his peak state like in the past.

Dracula attempted to use his muscular strength to push the bullets out, but they suddenly "exploded" inside his body. The bursting energy shook his insides, and he instinctively screamed in pain.

"The Silent Domain expands!"

Xu Yi finished reloading the bullets in the Alchemy on the left face Messiah and stared coldly at Dracula, pulling the trigger once more.

Around him, within a radius of one meter, whether it was the sound of gunfire, cocking of the hammer, or even the smell of gunpowder smoke... nothing could escape.

The bad blood silver bullets produced only a faint whoosh as they left the Silent Domain.