From the prototype, immortal

The Death Dealers of today have long lost the vigor and combat prowess they possessed a century ago. They are immersed in lavish banquets and endless pleasures. The fighting spirit and indomitable will once etched into their bones have been buried by the dust of time, forgetting their noble mission as warriors.

The burning fire of battle is no longer in their eyes, replaced by emptiness and confusion, as if they are soulless husks wandering through the vampire territory.

Marcus stood atop the ancient castle's tower, overlooking the land that once belonged to him, now filled with Viktor's shadow.

His gaze pierced through layers of darkness, trying to find a familiar warmth in this silence, but all that responded was endless indifference and alienation.

His subordinates, the warriors who once fought alongside him, were either marginalized by Viktor through various means, losing their former status and power, or had silently disappeared, becoming victims of the power struggle.

At this moment, Marcus looked around and found it difficult to find a familiar face that could bring him comfort.

The root of all this was Viktor's deep and unfathomable scheme.

Viktor, this ambitious fellow, spared no effort to push Marcus into the abyss of isolation in order to weaken Marcus's power and consolidate his own position.

This feeling of loneliness and helplessness made him feel more desolate than ever before.

In order to weaken Marcus's power, he deliberately created division and conflict, putting Marcus in a situation of isolation and helplessness.

Viktor knew very well that as long as Marcus lost the support of his subordinates, he would no longer pose a threat to him.

And Marcus realized this, but he was powerless to change the situation.

Elder Amelia, unable to endure the exclusion of Viktor and Kraven, chose to go far away and develop her own power in America.

Amelia's memories were filled with disgust and helplessness towards Viktor and Kraven.

She had tried to change all of this, but ultimately failed in the power struggle and had no choice but to escape.

Marcus pulled himself out of his memories, took a deep breath, and tried to throw these distracting thoughts out of his mind.

He was one of the three elders of the vampires and the progenitor of the vampire race. This noble status and the power flowing in his blood were the cornerstones of his invincibility in this power game.

Even if Viktor deliberately concealed his true identity and weakened his power, he still firmly believed that he was the most powerful being among the vampires.

This confidence and pride, like the ancient blood flowing in his body, was his eternal faith and motivation.

"So be it if I have no men."

Marcus thought to himself, "As long as I, Marcus, am still here, nothing can stop me from moving forward."

He decided to take action himself and prove his strength and determination with action.

Kraven quickly assembled the remaining Death Dealers. Although they were no longer as brave as they used to be, they were still a force to be reckoned with under Marcus's leadership.

They silently crossed the night, heading straight for the werewolf territory.

That was where the werewolves hid, and it was their last line of defense.

The werewolves were still arguing.

They discussed Lucien's whereabouts and the truth about the mysterious attack on the sewers.

Lucien and Michael were both missing.

It was estimated that they were captured by the enemy, leaving only a pile of werewolf corpses.

"These wounds... were caused by silver nitrate bullets!"

A werewolf doctor shouted in horror after dissecting the bodies of his companions.

Silver nitrate bullets were weapons specially developed for the werewolf clan.

Silver nitrate would flow into the werewolf's body along the blood vessels, could not be taken out, and was more deadly than ordinary silver bullets.

Silver was like a poison to werewolves.

It could inhibit the werewolf's self-healing ability and prevent their wounds from healing.

If silver was ingested in excess, it would directly lead to death.

"It was the vampires!"

A werewolf weapons expert shouted angrily.

"Only they would deliberately develop such weapons to target us!"

Just like werewolves developed ultraviolet bullets to target vampires.

Silver nitrate bullets must have been made by the vampires.

However, before they could argue to a conclusion, gunshots rang out outside.

"Vampires!"

A werewolf sentry's voice rang out in the darkness, followed by an ultraviolet bullet streaking across the night sky, whistling towards the vampire's hiding place.

The vampire Death Dealer was caught off guard and hit by the ultraviolet bullet.

He could feel an unprecedented heat erupting from the wound. That was the power of sunlight, condensed in a small bullet, which meant a death sentence for him.

A strange light instantly lit up under his skin, a strange and beautiful blue-purple flame, as if it was a projection of hellfire on earth, spreading rapidly along his intricate network of blood vessels. The light spread so fast that it devoured his entire body in the blink of an eye.

The muscles on his body began to atrophy, and his skin became dry and withered, as if all vitality had been drained.

Leaving only a dry, withered corpse.

"It's an ultraviolet bullet!"

In the vampire camp, cries of horror rose and fell.

This scene terrified all the vampires present.

Even Marcus's eyes could not help but flash a trace of solemnity.

Through Elder Amelia's blood memory, he learned about the power of bullets and guns, but the power of sunlight contained in ultraviolet bullets was something that even he, the progenitor, could not resist.

That was a pure power from nature, the most deadly threat to the vampire clan.

However, Marcus did not despair. He knew that the vampire clan also possessed weapons that were enough to make werewolves tremble - silver nitrate bullets.

Each of these special bullets contained the power to destroy the vitality of werewolves.

In the past, the werewolf's tough physique might have allowed them to barely withstand the attack of a few ordinary silver bullets, but the appearance of silver nitrate bullets completely changed this situation.

One shot was enough to cause serious injury, and two shots almost meant death.

"Prepare for battle, my children."

Marcus said.

"Do they think they are the only ones with secret weapons? It's time to let them see what true fear is."

Although Marcus couldn't use a gun, the ancient sword in his hand was a more terrifying weapon than any gun.

This sword had witnessed countless battles and was stained with the blood of countless enemies. It was not just a combination of metal and a wooden handle, but also a symbol of Marcus's millennium of power.