**Chapter 32: Cooperation, Blood, Mage**
Tang Song held a gilded silver cane, looking at the movement of the distant lighthouse through binoculars.
West, who had changed into a black priest's robe, stood beside Tang Song. A bright silver chain hung down from his chest, revealing an ancient silver Crucifix.
The Cross was about half a forearm long, and at the top cross position, two pigeon egg-sized sapphires were inlaid.
The silver sheen on the Cross had already dimmed. From the degree of wear, it had seen quite a few years, but it seemed the original owner cherished it and maintained it well, as no oxidation had occurred.
Behind West stood four people, men and women, also wearing black priest's robes.
However, compared to West, their priest's robes were much plainer, and their cuffs didn't have gold trim.
Each of them carried a silver briefcase. The briefcases were engraved with Cross patterns, which looked mysterious, and it was unknown what was inside.
"My people caught a member of the Ghoul Faction. He provided intelligence that Kingpin from the Underworld sent a batch of young girls to this abandoned Dock!"
Tang Song puffed on his cigar, the light from the tip flickering in the darkness. "This Dock has been abandoned for a long time. There's a naval outpost six nautical miles from here. Ordinary human traffickers or smugglers wouldn't come here. It's obvious that our Mr. Kingpin is delivering goods for certain people."
"Kingpin, that New York Underworld boss!" West lowered his hands and looked towards the distant lighthouse.
"I've heard Deckard mention him. Colluding with Others... if this were the Middle Ages, he'd be sentenced to Burning at the Stake! Only raging fire could cleanse his sins."
Tang Song narrowed his eyes. The so-called Burning at the Stake meant tying a person to a wooden Cross, piling firewood underneath, and burning them alive. This was also a method The Church consistently used against heretics.
However, for The Church now, dealing with a New York Underworld king would be difficult without using official means or employing Transcendent individuals.
Tang Song spoke up at the right moment:
"Regarding dealing with Kingpin, I'd be willing to offer my services,
But I heard he has quite a few friends in the upper echelons of the Federation, supposedly even Important Figures in Congress and the Department of Defense..."
Tang Song rubbed the Chilong pattern on his cane, looking sideways at West, waiting for his stance.
Kingpin, this New York Underworld king, the lifelong enemy of Superheroes like Spider-Man, Daredevil, and Punisher, his greatest strength isn't his muscles.
Nor is it his gunmen or thugs, but his intricate network of connections within the Federation's high ranks.
This is also why, in the story, he's sent to prison repeatedly, only to be released again and again.
With Tang Song's current strength, killing Kingpin isn't difficult. But touching his moneybag would implicitly offend the people behind him.
Tang Song isn't afraid, but these people could indeed cause him significant trouble.
Tang Song wanted to use West's hand to resolve this trouble, and incidentally, test the strength of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood.
West gave Tang Song a deep look, seemingly understanding his intention to kill with a borrowed knife. However, West didn't mind and said with a smile, "Colluding with Others is a great sin, especially harming humans and providing Sacrificial Offerings for Vampires. As long as the evidence is true, no one can shelter him! Even if the President is behind him, it's useless!"
Hearing West's words, Tang Song nodded in satisfaction. "In that case, after dealing with this batch of Vampires, I'll also take care of Kingpin for you, Mr. West!"
Just then, on the horizon, the full moon emerged from the dark clouds. Its silver-white moonlight made the sea surface shimmer.
In the lighthouse, a hulking man walked out to relieve himself. Looking at the full moon in the sky, he couldn't help but let out a howl at the moon.
Amidst the howling, his face slowly protruded and lengthened. At the same time, thick fur quickly grew, and his body began to grow taller and stronger.
With a mournful wolf howl, the strong man had transformed into a tall Werewolf.
"Werewolf!"
Tang Song and West exchanged glances. Tang Song raised an eyebrow. This was getting interesting.
.........
"That foul stench! Deacon, you bastard, you're actually in Cooperation with Werewolves!"
Walking out of the underground passage was a tall man wearing a leather jacket, with long hair draped over his shoulders, carrying a hunting rifle in one hand.
A few Pure-blood Vampires immediately caught the man's scent.
That strong gamy smell, the smell belonging to a Werewolf.
The Pure-blood Vampires couldn't help but angrily berate him.
However, the anger of failures is often ignored.
"Hmm, Lucien, my friend, welcome, welcome!" Deacon Frost opened his arms, greeting the man with a big hug.
The man pressed his hunting rifle against Deacon Frost's chest, avoiding Deacon Frost's move.
Deacon Frost shook his head and shrugged. "We've been in Cooperation for so long, and you're still so distant!"
The man called Lucien coldly looked at the Blood Pool in the room and frowned.
"Your plan is close to succeeding. Where are the things you promised me?"
"Don't worry, one hundred thousand Ultraviolet Bullets. I've already had people prepare them!" Deacon Frost clapped his hands, and several Vampires carried over some wooden boxes.
Lucien casually pried one open. Inside were neatly stacked rows of brass bullets glowing with purple fluorescent light.
Lucien picked up a bullet, examined it carefully in his hand, and in front of Deacon Frost, pressed the bullets one by one into a magazine.
Seeing Lucien raise the gun towards him, Deacon Frost raised his hands with an exaggerated expression! "Whoa, whoa!"
Lucien turned the muzzle, aimed at a Vampire beside him, and directly pulled the trigger.
The unlucky fellow, who had no time to react, was hit in the chest by a shot. With a series of mournful screams, its entire body immediately ignited from the inside out. In just over ten seconds, it turned into a pile of ash.
The Vampires in the room were startled by Lucien's sudden action of firing and reached for the handguns at their waists.
"Nobody move!" Deacon Frost stopped his subordinates.
Lucien looked at the Vampire that had turned into ash and nodded in satisfaction, saying, "The stuff is good!"
Deacon Frost stared coldly at Lucien. "I gave you what you wanted. Where are the things I want?"
Lucien waved his hand, and two tall figures emerged from the secret passage carrying a large box.
Before the box was even put down, Deacon Frost was already impatient. He quickly stepped forward and directly lifted the lid of the wooden box.
Inside was clearly a bound white man. He wore a blindfold over his eyes and had a ball gag in his mouth. Feeling the wooden box vibrate, he couldn't help but let out muffled sounds.
"Is this him?"
Deacon Frost stroked the white man's face as if touching some rare treasure. His sharp fingernails scratched across the white man's face, leaving a bloody mark.
Deacon Frost wiped the beads of blood oozing from the white man's face with his hand and sucked them into his mouth. That sweetness made every one of his pores tremble.
"This Human contains the Perfect Blood of the first generation Alexander Corvinus. He can be combined with the Daywalker Blood you have to create another Daywalker, to be used as a Sacrificial Offering!"
Lucien said in a deep voice to Deacon Frost.
Unlike the Vampires originating from the lineage of Cain, another branch of Vampires in New York originated from their own gene mutation. They and Lucien's branch of Werewolves share a common ancestor, a Hungarian noble from before the Middle Ages – Alexander Corvinus.
This noble seemed to possess a certain special gene. After his eldest son, Marcus, was bitten by a bat, he became the first generation of Vampires.
And his second son, William, was bitten by a wolf and became the first generation of Werewolves.
As for the youngest son, he lived an ordinary life and died of old age. However, because of this, the gene within Alexander Corvinus was perfectly passed down.
And the man in the wooden box is a descendant of Alexander Corvinus's lineage.
Lucien had already obtained what he needed from him. However, in order to deal with his enemies, he used this Human as a bargaining chip to make a deal with Deacon Frost.
Looking at the man in the wooden box, Deacon Frost let out a laugh with an ambiguous meaning.
"Bring Blade's Blood!"
A Vampire quickly brought several test tubes of serum, all containing Blade's Blood.
The Daywalker and Vampires hadn't been fighting for just a day or two. Although Deacon Frost's side had always been at a disadvantage over the years.
However, obtaining some of Blade's Blood was not difficult for Deacon Frost.
His scientists hadn't failed to research Blade's Blood, but they hadn't achieved any results.
After all, one was scientific, and the other was supernatural. The two were truly somewhat incompatible.
Deacon Frost took a syringe, drew a tube of blood from the white man's arm, injected it into the test tube containing Blade's Blood, shook it, and handed it to the subordinate beside him.
"Take this to Claude and have him experiment as soon as possible. I want results!"
Just as the subordinate took the test tube, a ball of greenish smoke slowly appeared in front of Deacon Frost, gradually forming into a black cat, which meowed at him.
The red light in Deacon Frost's eyes flared. "Damn it, that damned Human actually brought people over? How could he possibly find this place?
Oh, I see. Cooperating with Humans was a mistake in the first place... But it doesn't matter, it's just a group of ordinary Humans..."
Lucien's pupils contracted as he looked at the suddenly appearing black cat. He recognized it; it was the pet of a very famous Dark Wizard from the New York Underworld.
Deacon Frost was actually in Cooperation with the Dark Wizard as well.
In an instant, Lucien's mind raced. He was considering the gains and losses of cooperating with Deacon Frost.
After all, it was said that Victor also had some involvement with this Dark Wizard back then.
"Enemies? I brought thirty skilled men, all the strongest Werewolves!" Lucien weighed the gains and losses and spoke up proactively.
Deacon Frost laughed sinisterly and said to Lucien, "Don't worry, it's just a group of Humans. Since they've come, they shouldn't think about leaving. Let them become Sacrificial Offerings for the great Blood God!"
"Go, gather the manpower. Don't let these Humans delay the arrival of the great Blood God!" Deacon Frost turned his head and instructed his subordinates.
......
On the abandoned Rooftop by the sea, a sniper was lying prone. In the shadow behind him, two green eyes suddenly lit up.
A cloaked figure in the dark seemed to merge with the night.
A ball of black smoke emitted from his hand, enveloping the sniper lying on the Rooftop.
The sniper only felt a weakness come over him, his spirit became hazy, and he felt drowsy.
His finger twitched. "Bang!"
A bullet directly hit the ground near the feet of the Werewolf who was relieving himself by the sea, scaring it so much it almost jumped straight up.
The Werewolf looked left and right, then agilely darted into a nearby abandoned building, quickly smashing open the door and jumping out.
Frank's angry voice rang out in the channel: "Who's firing!"
"Me, I had an accidental discharge!" The gunshot woke up the drowsing sniper.
"Fire, take them down!" Seeing that the enemies had been alerted, Frank immediately gave the order.
At this moment, the gunshot alerted several Werewolves on the lighthouse. They all roared at the moon and transformed into Werewolves.
They directly jumped down from the more than five-meter-high tower top and ran out howling.
The sniper on the Rooftop directly pulled the trigger, causing a Werewolf several hundred meters away to stagger. The heavy sniper rifle's bullet directly blew a bowl-sized hole in its chest.
However, the Werewolf's vitality was truly tenacious. Hit by the silver-plated heavy sniper rifle projectile, this Werewolf thrashed on the ground like a dead fish on a cutting board, surprisingly not dying completely for a moment.
The nearby gunmen also poked their heads out from Rooftops and corners everywhere, unleashing a furious hail of firepower from their AK rifles.
Tang Song stood on the Dock, "watching" the distant Rooftop. He sensed there was a "person" there.
A person with a very strange aura. If the Energy contained within West beside him was Holy Light, then the person on the Rooftop was the exact opposite of West. Their aura was instead very similar to the Skeleton Demon he had refined.
A Western "Necromancer"? And West seemed not to have noticed the Necromancer's presence, focusing intently on the movements beneath the Dock.
At this moment, the Vampires in the bunker, startled by the gunshots, poked their heads out from the bunker like groundhogs.
Submachine guns, shotguns, and handguns extended from various hidden firing ports, launching a counterattack.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
The snipers on the Rooftop were now effective. Twelve snipers, each shot accurately taking down an enemy in a pillbox.
The power of the Barrett heavy sniper rifle made it difficult for the simply constructed pillboxes to withstand the heavy sniper rifle's penetration power.
For these former professional soldiers, using heavy sniper rifles to bully a group of Vampires armed with submachine guns and handguns was completely stress-free.
Just as the snipers on the Rooftop were concentrating on aiming at the bunker and firing.
The cloaked figure in the shadow gently waved a hand, and a patch of mist enveloped the entire Rooftop.
Frank, who was currently firing bursts with his M416, suddenly felt a chill all over. A cold sensation went straight through to his Heavenly Spirit. Without thinking, he immediately rolled on the spot.
"Bang!"
A heavy sniper rifle bullet landed where he had just been, creating a deep pit in the ground.
Splintered stones flew out, directly leaving a bloody mark on the face of a gunman who couldn't dodge in time.
(End of chapter)