Transformers In Marvel Chapter 54: ceremony

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Power stone, please

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"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant." -Robert Louis Stevenson

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　　 Tony chewed on the cheeseburger, thinking that he was alive.

　　 Tony Stark has an arrogant personality. His biggest feature is that he refuses to give up. Whether it is out of self-esteem or arrogance, Tony is not a person willing to give up easily. He erected his collar to cover his neck just right.

　　 A large group of people gathered around him and asked for warmth, worrying about what happened to the proud man of heaven. The officer glared at Downey in a dogfight, expressing his loyalty and closeness to Tony.

　　 To the military, Tony is a good dog owner, relying on the Stark Group to sell them various high-tech weapons every year.

　　 "Mr. Stark, I heard that your latest Jericho missile has been successfully developed?"

　　 "I understand what you mean, but you have to ask someone at a higher level to talk to me." Tony ate the hamburger, speaking vaguely.

　　 Downey wanted this troop to stay and help them clean the vampires, but was very proudly rejected: "Our order is to rescue Mr. Stark, and we have not received an order to assist you."

Before getting on the helicopter, Tony asked Downey and others to help him kill a lot of those ghosts. For so many years, he hadn't suffered such a big loss. If it weren't for Downey's timely arrival, he would have become a vampire. Qiu Jie's is too big.

　　 It is conceivable that this news reached the ears of the high-level staff, but it was an earth-shattering event. The vampire disregarded the rules and acted like high-level people. This has already broken the bottom line and must have **** revenge. The human camp for so many years is not a soft persimmon, but vampires are unambiguous.

　　 Blade and Whistler were a little tired and crooked. With such a big fanfare, their base was exposed, and they had to be forced to find a new place. Not surprisingly, it was an abandoned factory or an abandoned building.

　　 "Don't worry, with Tony, a big dog owner, you still hide in such poor mountains and rivers? It is more efficient to buy a building and openly recruit a group of powerful hunters." Downey suggested.

　　 The blade grinned and white teeth: "That's true."

　　 The group began to plan to clean the Jintan area, Dicken this guy is too difficult, must kill him completely. Downey also told them what he knew about the "Blood God", more information, and more chances of winning.

　　 "If you want to make something like the blood god, you need the blood of a daywalker. First of all, you must ensure that the blade will not be caught by the enemy."

　　 Blade and Whistler looked at each other, a little dazed.

　　 Downey suddenly had a bad feeling: "Don't tell me your blood has been taken by Dickon."

　　 "It's almost, at least part of it. I was shed some blood and was rescued by Whistler in time." The blade was innocent. He didn't think his blood would be so critical.

　　 Downey cursed secretly. It would be troublesome to fight against the formed blood god. It was too difficult to kill that kind of ghost. Then he was a little suspicious. Since he got the blood, what is Dickon waiting for? Isn't it good to be muffled to make a fortune? Do you have to attract people with big fanfare?

　　 The female doctor gave them some serum, but this is not an anti-virus serum, but a serum that kills vampires.

　　 "This was developed by me with an anticoagulant. As long as it is injected into the vampire, it will be lethal to them."

　　 "Are you sure this thing is also useful for Deacon?"

　　 "One injection is useless, then inject the second and third until it works." The female doctor's tone was cold.

　　 The blade was choked and speechless, very good, this explanation is very powerful.

　　 In the end, the old Bartender Donny and the blade of the three rushed to the Jintan area, with no other support, only three of them.

　　 Downey's most worried thing is the Blood God. This kind of artificial creature is actually very difficult to kill. Cut off his body and he can instantly recover as if the Blood God's entire body is made up of blood, and he can recover it no matter how he kills it.

"Although it's a bit more troublesome, I don't believe that there is no limit to this kind of recovery. The big deal is to kill him hundreds of thousands of times with the most stupid method, can he be resurrected hundreds of thousands of times?" The old bartender wiped. Gun, he hated Diacon very much and spent most of his life in fleeing, this time he finally had the opportunity to kill Diacon face to face, and he would not care at all costs.

　　 The three of them drove straight to the Jintan area not far from the south. Although the name is Jintan District, in fact, this place is far from poetic as the name shows. It is a typical example of poor mountains and rivers and inaccessible. It is no wonder that Dickon chose the place here.

　　 What you see is an old building, in tatters, and you can even see that many facilities have collapsed, and the corners are covered with spider webs. No one has been here for many years.

　　 Looking into the distance, a few figures dazzled at the door.

"Today coincides with the full moon, it is a good day for these beasts to be active." Blade's edge smiled grimly, and the majestic took out two Tang knives. Rather than using a spear, the blade prefers to kill the enemy with a war knife. He feels even more that every time he kills one is a real deal.

　　 Optimus Prime deformed and assembled halfway, took out a rocket launcher, and shelled it over, killing the guards.

　　 The blade force failed, and he got off the car in desperation. He also wanted to use the inertia of the vehicle to rush over and instantly hack the vampires to death. As a result, Downey was silently bombarded.

　　 In the headset, whistler was almost laughing to death, and he sneered at the blade loudly, and was full of joy.

　　 The three stood in front of the old castle and looked at each other. Downey was fully armed and put on a layer of battle armor. Two little Transformers opened the way, and the two blades followed closely behind him.

　　Unexpectedly, the three of them went all the way to the ground, unimpeded. The individual vampires they occasionally encountered were either killed by them or fled in a panic. There was basically no resistance to stop them.

"What the **** is Dickon? Is he crazy and wants to fight with us face to face?" Downey was puzzled~www.mtlnovel.com~ An ambition like Dickon would not easily expose himself to danger. What kind of idea did he make in the end?

　　 Along the way, you can see all sorts of weird and ancient symbols painted on the walls. These are the words of ancient vampires. Their meaning has been basically lost until today, and only Dicken knows what they mean.

　　 This is indeed an altar, where the blood **** is made.

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　　 In the center of the altar below, Dickon stood with open arms, a face of madness and intoxication. Around him, twelve councilors were firmly controlled, and behind each councilman, a simple stone monument stood.

　　 "Dicken, you lunatic, you will pay the price, and the entire vampire kingdom will not let you go!"

Twelve congressmen became prisoners of the ranks and cursed at Dickon. There was a weird aura in this place as if to corrode them all, and as if a dead soul was whispering in their ears, showing greedy eyes. Hiding aside and watching them.

　　 These congressmen have lived for a long time, but their longevity does not bring them fearless courage. They can only embolden themselves through verbal abuse.

　　 This curse is no different from Dickon's buzz.

　　 "They are here, the blade is here, and that Downey is here too!" a vampire yelled.

　　 "It's finally here... I don't need the blood of the Daywalker anymore, I still need the blood of the mutant! The more the better! The little bit I got before is not enough!"

　　 Dickon opened his arms and looked up at the dome. There was a blush on his pale complexion. He was crazy, and his eyes were sickly obsessed. On this dome, a drop of blood appeared silently!

here we go!

　　The ceremony has begun!

　　 even... it went smoothly beyond his imagination!

Good day