Chapter 41: Blade’s Thoughts

Chapter 41: Blade’s Thoughts

A farm is located a dozen kilometers outside of New York.

The farm spans a vast area, encircled by forests and embracing an ancient yet sizable manor surrounded by extensive fields. However, the area appears somewhat eerie and desolate, as it has been long abandoned.

Inside the dark, spooky manor, furniture is overturned, and numerous bullet holes are visible, with the smell of gunpowder narrating a recent fierce battle.Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

Piles of unidentifiable ashes accumulate on the wooden floor.

Blade, wearing his unchanged outfit of years—a black trench coat, tight-fitting inner lining, and leather pants, with sunglasses over his eyes—holds a sharp sword in his hand.

Expressionless, he pierces the last vampire in front of him.

This young and handsome vampire screams tragically as he self-immolates into ashes, leaving behind only his final curse.

"When the Blood God descends, you and those hunters will be torn apart; you will become a sacrifice, Blade. I look forward to your ultimate demise."

Blade flicks his sword in a flourish, sheathing it behind his back, and turns to look at the white-haired old man entering from behind, carrying a specially made short-barreled shotgun and fully armed.

"Did you hear that?"

"He shouted so loudly. Although my hearing is impaired, it doesn't mean I can't hear, Blade."

"Do you think what he said is true? Whistler."

A sharp glint flashes in Blade's eyes behind his sunglasses.

The old man shakes his head: "I'm reluctant to believe such things, but we have already destroyed four of these bastards' gathering places, and their statements have been consistent. I think it's very likely true."

"It's really haunting. I thought I was going to be laid off, but now such things are still happening."

"The 'Book of Death' mentioned in the records attracts these struggling vampires; they are indeed building altars for the summoning ritual."

Blade remains silent, and the old man glances at him, sensing his unease: "What do you feel?"

"A deep unease."

But now, such events are happening again.

Whistler does not stop him, but noticing Blade's looking over, he immediately raises his shotgun: "I was hunting vampires when you were still in your mother's womb, you little brat."

"I'm a top-tier vampire hunter. The meaning of my life is to die on the path of hunting vampires."

"If you want to stop me, then prepare for me to kick your ass."

Whistler curses and swears, his temperament has always been a gentleman, explosive, which is the character of a top-tier vampire hunter.

Even though he is quite old, it remains the same.

"Then let us boldly embark on the path of death together," Blade says, a corner of his mouth lifting.

A resignedly heroic spirit spreads.

"Maybe we can find another helper, Blade," Whistler suddenly breaks the somber mood, thoughtfully.

"Are you talking about that guy in New York driving out vampires?"

Blade raises an eyebrow.

"Mm-hmm, since he has the ability to massacre vampires on a large scale, his capabilities are undoubtedly strong. But doesn't he know about the 'Book of Death'?"

Whistler is puzzled.

"Could it be he is waiting for the summoning ritual to succeed?"

Whistler is shocked by this bold idea. How is that possible? The positions of the two parties are completely different; the other party has no reason to let the Blood God descend; otherwise, the person retaliated against would definitely be the first.

"Do you have any news of him?"

"He keeps a low profile; my well-informed friends can't find any clues."

"Maybe he can surprise us."