The Blood Guard, elites secretly trained for two years by the Vampire Kingdom, were originally an elite squad intended to deal with Blade.
There were eight of them in total: Garth, Wei Lian, Priest, Snowman, Chuba, Reinhardt, and Nyssa and Yasa.
The only one that caught Mike's attention was Snowman. Snowman was Asian, looking seven or eight parts similar to Universe Dan, and his weapon was a katana.
"Human!"
Garth stared intently at Mike.
Garth was a bald giant with one side of his face tattooed, dressed like a Spartan. His head turned with Mike, as if he were staring at a delicious steak.
The other members were equally puzzled by Mike's appearance.
Reinhardt, who held high prestige in the Blood Guard, said, "Nyssa, who is this human?"
"Mike, Blade's helper."
"Aren't two not enough? Adding another one, this isn't according to the plan."
Nyssa turned to look at Blade, meaning for him to explain.
Mike pouted, clearly Blade was invited to help, but they wanted to give him a show of force.
How low-class.
Blade said expressionlessly, "I don't know what the original plan was. If there's a problem, then change the plan!"
Reinhardt said, "What I mean is, we can't just let any Tom, Dick, or Harry participate in the operation, can we? We're not babysitters."
Blade scoffed, "Oh, I see. You trained for two years to kill me, but it turned into this situation. You're very annoyed, aren't you? It's okay, I'll give you a chance. Come on, you go first…"
Reinhardt's face darkened.
Chuba suddenly said, "I know who he is. That famous Mike from Hell's Kitchen. Rumor has it that Vampires are forbidden in his territory."
Mike: "Correction, it's not a rumor, it's a fact. Kill one if one comes, kill two if two come, if a group comes, I'll hold a free mass funeral for them."
Garth stepped forward, "I'd like to see if you're as formidable as the rumors say."
Mike waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, you'll die."
Garth laughed heartily, "Don't worry, I'll hold back…"
Mike narrowed his eyes, sneering as he interrupted Garth, "I mean, you'll die."
Mike turned to Nyssa, "Is it okay if I kill him?"
Nyssa's face was cold as she said, "Whether you like it or not, from now on, the Daywalker is everyone's leader. This is the will of the Grand Duke. Does anyone disagree?"
Grand Duke Makinoth was the leader of the Vampire Kingdom. Others might dare to outwardly obey but inwardly defy Nyssa, but they would not dare to show any disrespect to Makinoth.
The scene fell into a brief silence.
Reinhardt said, "I have no objection to the Daywalker giving orders. What's the new plan now?"
Blade said, "To catch the hunter, just keep an eye on the prey. Blood banks, nests, the bigger the better."
"Pain House," Nyssa said, giving an address.
"Let's go."
Reinhardt's gaze beneath his sunglasses was icy. He snorted, thinking, "Once this mission is over, I'll personally kill the Daywalker, and then eat this human sidekick."
From the beginning, the whole thing was a deception, from Blade rescuing Whistler to the variants.
The so-called variants were actually experimental defective products created by the Vampire Kingdom through DNA recombination.
The real plan was to make Blade and the Reapers kill each other, and then Makinoth would reap the benefits.
The dream was a bit beautiful, but it was destined to fail.
Pain House was a large Vampire nest, gathering over three hundred Vampires.
The Blood Guard, including Blade's mentor Whistler and new assistant Sykes, gathered at Pain House to distribute weapons.
Mike chose two automatic pistols and a dagger. The pistols were modified with a 25-round capacity and used silver nitrate bullets. The dagger was a teak dagger, used to pierce Vampire hearts.
Since they were free, Mike casually picked a few, thinking they might be useful. If not, he could sell them to Fat Jerry at a low price.
Tsk tsk, truly a frugal little helper.
Mike, Whistler, and Sykes stayed outside. The three of them were human, and entering such a Vampire-filled nest was like a light bulb in the dark.
Their target was the Reapers, not the ordinary Vampires in the nest.
Whistler and Sykes were quite curious about Mike. Blade's choices meant he couldn't live like an ordinary person, nor could he make friends like one.
Had something happened while he was imprisoned by the Vampires?
Sykes excitedly said, "I've heard of you. There are rumors that you killed Deacon Frost and his subordinates."
Mike said, "You said it yourself, they're rumors."
Sykes was a Ghoul Clan member, a spy planted by the Vampire Kingdom near Blade. His motto was: "It's better to be a pet than food."
Mike had nothing to talk about with someone who was destined to die.
Finally, Sykes stayed in the car, Whistler acted as a sniper on the rooftop, and Mike ambushed near the nest's exit.
A few minutes later, it started to rain.
Mike found a place to hide from the rain.
"They're fighting."
Hearing faint gunshots from inside the building, Vampires began to flee.
Mike ignored the ordinary Vampires escaping and instead drew his Blade, thrusting it upwards fiercely.
A variant, like a monkey, squatted above, its jaw split open, extending a barbed proboscis-like tongue.
The silver Blade precisely pierced the tongue. Mike rotated the hilt, twisting the proboscis into a mangled mess.
"Screech!"
The Reaper shrieked and fled.
"Fear, resentful eyes, not completely degenerated into a Beast, but seemingly lost the ability to speak, with declining intelligence."
"Silverware and garlic can harm Reapers, but they are not fatal. The virus has further strengthened their physical qualities; their strength and speed exceed ordinary Vampires."
"Oh~ it actually knows how to call for backup."
Mike saw the injured Reaper from earlier running back with another one.
"The wound healed, and its body became thinner. It seems its recovery speed is much faster than ordinary Vampires, but it consumes a lot of energy."
The Reaper suddenly leaped up, pouncing towards Mike.
"Jumping in the air, with no leverage, if there are no special means, this is a big taboo."
Mike sliced across the Reaper's waist with his Blade. The latter was in mid-air, its internal organs and yellow pus spilling onto the ground.
Even severed in two, the Reaper didn't die. Instead, it let out a strange shriek, its upper body desperately crawling towards its lower body, trying to reattach its severed parts.
The yellow pus was like super glue, actually reattaching the two halves of the body.
The loss of a large number of organs did not seem to affect the Reaper's survival.
"How amazing, it feels like a Vampire with zombie attributes."
Mike stabbed the Reaper from the side, piercing its heart through the gaps in its bones.
Amidst its screams, the Reaper turned to ash.
"It can't be said that silver products are completely ineffective; it's just that the heart is encased in bone, and the vulnerability is on the side of the body."
Mike was like a medical student conducting an experiment. The other Reaper watched, instinctively retreating.
"Don't run away."
Mike waved at the other Reaper, which retreated even faster.
Three seconds later, Mike kicked the Reaper in the back. The Reaper tumbled, adjusted its posture, and shot its proboscis at Mike.
"This one is truly disgusting."
Mike swung his Blade, cutting off the proboscis. The silver Blade pierced the Reaper, pinning it to the ground. Then he took out the teak dagger, plunging it into the Reaper's heart. The latter twitched a few times, then collapsed like mud on the ground.
Mike pulled out the dagger. The Reaper's eyes suddenly opened, then Mike plunged the dagger back in, and the Reaper stopped moving again.
"The teak dagger can temporarily immobilize the Reaper, but it cannot kill it."
"In the long run, the threat of Reapers to humans is actually lower than that of ordinary Vampires. Although their individual combat power is stronger than ordinary Vampires, their decreased intelligence and mutated appearance prevent them from blending into human society like ordinary Vampires."
This was Mike's conclusion.