I became a weirdo in Marvel

Eric Brooks, as a daywalker, has half vampire blood, which allows him to walk freely in the sunlight, as if he is the intersection of darkness and light.

However, it was this inheritance of blood that carried a fate that he could not escape.

His mother's tragic death left an indelible scar in his heart. It was the painful memory of having his life brutally taken away by a vampire. It was like a sharp blade, constantly cutting through his heart, leaving him unable to find peace.

So, he aspired to become a vampire hunter, vowed to avenge his mother, and became what people called "Blade Warrior".

These days, Brooks wanders the London nights, hearing rumors that a new group of vampires is active in the shadows of the city, hunting innocents with impunity.

Anger burned in his heart, like a ignited flame, driving him deeper into the darkness.

Every battle with a vampire is a life-and-death struggle. The blade flickers in the moonlight, reflecting his determined eyes and unyielding will.

However, during a fierce chase, he accidentally lets a vampire named Charles escape, and is chased into this cafe.

Unexpectedly, I encountered a trap set by a vampire.

Brooks had no time to hesitate. He held the silver sword in his hand. The sword flashed coldly under the light, reflecting the scarlet eyes of the surrounding vampires.

With a roar, he swung his sword violently. The blade cut through the air and instantly chopped away a vampire that was pouncing on him.

The vampire screamed and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily to the ground, blood splattered everywhere. The scene was horrifying.

However, what was shocking was that the vampire's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Brooks' pupils suddenly contracted and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart.

These vampires were completely different from those he had encountered before. Not only had they lost their minds like wild beasts, they also seemed to have no fear of silver.

Charles's fragility contrasted sharply with their strength, making him feel uneasy.

"What are the origins of this group of vampires?" Brooks thought to himself, realizing that all this was closely related to the mysterious "master".

Who is this "master"? Is it a dark force controlling vampires, or a more powerful being?
He felt an invisible pressure, as if the whole of London was shrouded in a shadow.

Just then, Brooks' nose moved slightly and caught a strange smell.

The smell was like the fragrance of spring flowers, with an extremely sweet scent, which was particularly obvious among the decayed smells around it, like a ray of sunshine penetrating the gloomy sky.

His heart tightened. Could it be that there were still humans here?
Brooks alertly dodged an attack from a vampire.

The vampire was like a ghost in the darkness, with a hideous face and sharp claws that almost scratched his shoulder.

Brooks turned his head to look in the direction where the smell came from, and the scene in front of him made him stunned.

A strong man was holding a shield and rushing out of the room.

His face was firm and his eyes flashed with courage and determination, as if he was facing the impending danger fearlessly.

However, the vampires shifted their targets like hungry wolves and pounced on the man who had just appeared, as if they regarded him as their new prey.

"Hey, be careful!" Brooks shouted and rushed over, praying silently in his heart that he could arrive in time.

However, to his surprise, the shield seemed to have become an invincible weapon in the man's hands. The vampires were knocked away one by one, screaming miserably, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and the sound of tearing.

"Huh?" Brooks's surprise was hard to conceal, but he did not stop. The silver sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and quickly drew a series of silver arcs. In an instant, pieces of body parts flew in front of his eyes, and blood splattered everywhere, like a bloody carnival.

The man who appeared was Steve, and his figure became clearer and clearer in Brooks' sight.

Steve looked at Brooks with sharp eyes and nodded slightly, as if silently conveying a tacit understanding.

Then, without hesitation, he rushed through the encirclement of vampires and came to the side of his boss who was lying on the ground.

Steve squatted down and checked his boss's injuries, frowning slightly. The other party was already dead, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of loss and anger in his heart.

"Are you his friend?"

Brooks shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry, he was killed by a vampire and I wasn't able to save him."

"Vampires? Are they really vampires?" Steve's voice echoed in the night sky, shock and anger intertwined, as if questioning this cruel reality.

His heart was beating like thunder and the flame of anger was burning in his chest, threatening to consume him whole.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white and his fingertips sunk deeply into the flesh. Bright red blood oozed out from his palms, revealing his inner anger and anxiety.

"Yes, it's that disgusting race that sucks human blood." Brooks' voice was low, as if he was telling an endless nightmare.

There was a flame of hatred flashing in his eyes. Those creatures lurking in the darkness devoured innocent lives without mercy. They were like ruthless reapers, taking away too many innocent souls.

Brooks' heart was filled with anger and helplessness towards vampires, as if the figures of those people he had sent into the darkness with his own hands were still lingering in his mind, and he could not let go.

However, Brooks was used to these tragedies, and he quickly recovered and became indifferent again.

He knew that anger could not change reality, and only calmness could bring hope of survival.

"I advise you to leave here as soon as possible. Vampires are not something that ordinary people like you can deal with." His voice was like a cold blade, piercing Steve's heart.

Before he finished speaking, as if to confirm Brooks' words, the vampires that were knocked down by Steve twisted their bodies on the ground and quickly climbed up again. The wounds on their bodies seemed to be healed by magic, and the blood healed in an instant, as if they had never been injured.

Steve frowned, his eyes flickering with anxiety: "Can't these vampires be killed?"

"No, from what I understand, vampires are restrained by silver, garlic, crosses, and sunlight."

There was helplessness in Brooks' voice, his eyes fixed on the vampires whose hands and feet were chopped off by the silver sword, and a trace of anger and loss flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to dispel the annoyance in his heart: "But now they don't seem to be afraid of silver."

He always used silver sword and silver bullets to kill vampires, but at this moment these means were like nothing. Facing these terrible creatures, Brooks felt powerless.

Fortunately, these vampires were not very fast. Perhaps because they were injured and moved slowly, he could still barely hold on.

Steve's heart was filled with anxiety, and his frown deepened when he heard Brooks' words.

If these terrible vampires cannot be eliminated, more people will definitely suffer.

He felt uneasy, as if he saw innocent lives being swallowed up in the darkness, and painful wails echoing in his ears. "Don't you have any other way?" he asked anxiously.

"Not yet." Brooks' voice was like a heavy stone, pressing on Steve's heart and making him feel suffocated. He couldn't help but ask for help from the Holy Lord in his body.

[Holy Lord, do you know how to eliminate these vampires?] His voice echoed deep in his heart, full of expectation and anxiety.

It seemed that because of the spell, the Holy Lord was in a much better mood. There was a hint of ridicule in his tone, and he quickly replied: [Can't we just lock up these lowly and irrational things? ]

Yes.

Steve's heart trembled, as if he was enlightened.

Violence alone cannot solve the problem, perhaps we should change our strategy.

His mind raced, a plan forming in his head.

If we could find a safe place to lock up these vampires, perhaps we could temporarily prevent more tragedies from happening.

Steve's mind kept flashing back to those innocent victims, the despair and fear in the pool of blood, and he couldn't let this tragedy happen again.

A strong belief ignited in his heart that he must take action.

"We need a place to keep them."

He pointed to the hidden chamber beneath the ground, which had been their previous refuge.

However, Steve knew that Sharon and her companions were in the secret room. If he wanted to lure those vampires in, he had to bring them out first.

His heart tightened, realizing the risk of this plan.

With his own strength, facing that group of bloodthirsty vampires, he could not guarantee the safety of Sharon and the others.

So——【Holy Lord, thank you for your help.】

[Heh, you're not polite at all now. ]

The Holy Lord's voice rang out in his heart, with a hint of amusement: [Since you found a talisman for me, I will do you this favor. ]

At this moment, a powerful force surged out of Steve's body, as if a sleeping beast was awakened and took control of his body.

Steve felt dizzy and his consciousness blurred in an instant. When he opened his eyes again, they were already red, like burning flames, revealing endless fanaticism and evil.

"What is this?" Brooks looked at Steve in surprise, feeling uneasy.

An extremely evil aura seemed to surge out of Steve's body, an aura that was a hundred times more evil than the most evil vampire he had ever seen, and made him shiver involuntarily.

The vampires seemed to have sensed this terrifying aura as well. With panic expressions on their faces, they retreated one after another, as if they were instinctively avoiding some terrifying existence.

There was fear and anxiety in their eyes, as if they had seen a legendary demon.

"Oh, so you have the instinct to sense danger. That makes things a lot easier." There was a hint of pride in the Holy Lord's voice, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance.

Steve's body was dominated by power, but his mind still retained a trace of clarity.

He felt his consciousness was suppressed, as if he was a captive soul, unable to fully control his body.

The evil aura churned in his body, as if it was eager to be released, eager to devour everything.

The power of the Holy Lord is stronger than before.

This thought suddenly occurred to Steve, and he said in a low voice: [Holy Lord, please don't mess around.]

"Hmph, if it wasn't your request, I wouldn't be too lazy to come out and waste my energy." The Holy Lord snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with Steve's questioning.

He reached out and grasped the rat talisman in his pocket. The talisman in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, instantly illuminating the entire secret room.

The light was as bright as the sun. The vampires were already trembling with fear, and now they could no longer bear it. They covered their eyes and retreated one after another, as if they were pushed by an invisible force with nowhere to escape.

Brooks was also blinded by the sudden light and closed his eyes slightly, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Just as he was trying to adjust to the intense light, the ground began to shake violently, as if something huge was tumbling underground.

He couldn't help but open his eyes again, and when he looked around, he found two tall and mighty dragon men appeared in front of him, almost reaching the ceiling.

The two dragon men were covered in blue-grey scales, with clear muscle lines, and exuding a suffocating aura. They stood beside the Holy Lord like two towering mountains, just like a pair of loyal guards.

Their eyes were like blazing flames, revealing an incomparable ferocity and coldness that made Brooks feel a chill in his heart.

"What is this?" Brooks clenched the silver sword in his hand. Beads of sweat oozed from his palms due to nervousness, and his heart was shocked.

He had never seen such a terrifying creature before, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Who is this man? He had thought that the Holy Lord was just an ordinary person, but it turned out that he was hiding such a powerful power.

The Holy Lord ignored Brooks' shock. With a thought, he ordered one of the dragon men to step out.

The dragon man walked steadily, and each step seemed to leave a deep mark on the ground. He moved straight towards the door with an invisible sense of oppression.

It raised its huge fist and slammed the door mercilessly, smashing it to pieces in an instant, with the door panels flying everywhere and wood chips falling like rain.

Then, the dragon man moved away the sofa that was covering the entrance to the secret room, revealing a deep hole underneath.

The Holy Lord said in a cold voice: "Little girl, hurry up and bring that little devil out, or you will die down there."

When Sharon heard the Holy Lord's order, her heart was shocked. She instantly realized that Steve's body was once again controlled by the Holy Lord, and her inner anxiety and fear surged like a tide.

She gritted her teeth and led William and Jenny out of the secret room.

"What's going on?" Sharon looked at Brooks and the vampires, her heart full of confusion.

The Holy Lord obviously did not have the time to explain to her. His eyes were cold and ruthless. He ordered another dragon man to protect Sharon and the others, while the other dragon man began to act, catching the vampires one by one and throwing them into the underground secret room without mercy like chickens.

Those vampires seemed so fragile in the hands of the dragon people, as if their lives became worthless at this moment.

Brooks witnessed all this and became even more shocked. (End of this chapter)