Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1339: Hard to Fulfill Destiny, and Visiting Friends

Chapter 1339: Hard to Fulfill Destiny, and Visiting Friends

System: Kill Deacon Frost, the Vampire Blood God. Mission accomplished.
Total experience: 50,000. Total credit: 50,000.
Contribution rate: 100%. EXP +50,000. Credit +50,000.
Host's experience: 248,000 / 900,000
Credit: 411,000
Luke was very satisfied with this notification.
It was rare for him to meet such an oppressive enemy, even if this Deacon Frost guy had wanted nothing more than to run away in the last 20 minutes.
However, this so-called "Vampire God" couldn't even withstand an enchanted attack worth 2,000 credit points. Indeed, Luke couldn't be too demanding.
Old Mephisto wasn't called the God of Hell, but even after being hit by a 60,000-credit point attack, he only needed to go back to sleep for ten years. This was enough to prove that adding the word "god" in your name did nothing to increase your combat ability. If you had to die, you die.
During the one-hour battle just now, the guy had been cautious and conscientious in the first 40 minutes, always wanting to defeat Luke in one go. In the end, he still gave Luke 50,000 experience and credit points.
The other ten vampires gave him 9,000 experience and credit points. The female vampire was worth the most at 4,000, and the rest were around 500.
The mix of monsters, small bosses, and big boss tonight could be considered just another day for Luke. The only thing he didn't get was abilities.
The Blood God body was directly labeled as unavailable, and the other abilities basically overlapped with what the previous vampires had given him.
The only other ability was language.
Some of these guys who had lived for a long time knew more than three basic languages, including Deacon Frost and the female vampire.
In particular, Deacon Frost had Basic Vampire Culture and Basic Vampire History, which expanded Luke's database a little, and would make it easier when he looked for vampires in the future.
It seemed that he had gained a lot tonight.
Thinking that, Luke returned to the round hall and searched for a moment before he took everything that the vampires had brought, including the items for the Blood God's descent.
After making sure that he hadn't missed anything, he flew straight to Los Angeles.
Three hours later, an old RV arrived outside the castle.
A man in a black coat snuck into the round hall.
A moment later, the man walked out with a puzzled expression. Rubbing his short hair, he mumbled, "That's impossible. They clearly said that their elder was captured by Deacon Frost to perform the ceremony for the Blood God's descent. But… where is he?"
Puzzled, he searched the area.
Luke had only taken the items brought by the vampires before he left. He couldn't be bothered to erase traces of what happened.
Since nobody else was here, the traces would disappear in a few days.
Besides, so what if someone found some traces? They could look for whoever they wanted. In any case, it was Big Dipper's fault.
The King of Scapegoats didn't care about another strike on his record!
In the end, the newcomer found the location where Luke had fought Deacon Frost. He observed the area for a long time with disbelief on his face. "This was… Deacon Frost's gang? All dead?"
He had been investigating Deacon Frost and his crew for a long time. He knew that the other party wanted to carry out the ceremony for the Blood God's descent.
According to the information, after obtaining the power of the Blood God, Deacon Frost would no longer have any vampire weaknesses, and he would be like Daywalker, able to walk under the sun.
Once his strength skyrocketed, he wouldn't be afraid of silver or garlic.
Just by looking at the round hall, he knew that the ritual had been held. The alcohol also proved that Deacon Frost had probably succeeded.
Otherwise, the vampires wouldn't have had a party, and there wouldn't be only clothes left of the eight pureblood elders.
The vampires whom Luke had killed had turned to dust, but their clothes were still here.
The white fur coat stood out. The man recognized it at a glance as belonging to Deacon Frost's lover and right-hand, Mercury.
He smelled Deacon Frost on the armor that had been cut into a dozen pieces.
Since the scene had been cleaned up, it was clear that the newcomer had killed Deacon Frost and his gang, and had taken the opportunity to clean up the altar.
If Deacon Frost had won, it would be impossible for him to pack up the things in the round hall; he could just get a bunch of vampire servants to do it.
Daywalker was very sure that there were a lot of vampire servants in the United States; it was even more impossible for Deacon Frost, who was known as the "first leader," to lack human helpers.
Then herein was the question: Who killed Deacon Frost and his core group of ten? Daywalker drove away feeling at a loss.
At that moment, he only felt a deep sense of loneliness.
It was fine if he didn't have any family or friends. After all, this was his destiny — kill all vampires or be killed by them.
But now, he couldn't even find a powerful opponent. How could his destiny be realized? To fulfill this destiny… was too hard.
…
Luke didn't know that him stealing kills had once again struck a blow to a certain person's confidence. He simply switched back to his own identity and returned to Los Angeles.
The next day, he went to USC to visit his sister, Claire.
However, he only looked at the little monkey from afar, and saw that she was participating in a female judo club activity with Blake.
Using the drone to silently observe the dodgy seniors, he didn't pay too much attention to their cries and struggles. He only watched Claire and Blake fight for a moment before he quietly left.
In terms of skills, Claire completely crushed Blake.
But in terms of physique, Blake completely crushed Claire. At the very least, it was thrilling to watch.
An upright person like him had no love of peeping, or he would've recorded Blake training as a souvenir.
After that visit, Luke took a plane to Houston, and then went to the church in the cemetery to visit Ghost Rider — Carter Slade.
Luke, who was wearing the Big Dipper Armor, passed by the stable and alarmed the black horse.
Unexpectedly, this guy still remembered him. It neighed angrily and charged out, wanting to kick him.
Without any hesitation, Luke tied up this violent horse once more.
Carter Slade walked out at that moment.
The old man's hair was still gray, but his body and mind were in much better shape.
He was still wearing his old T-shirt, jeans, and a wide-brimmed hat. He was also holding a shovel out of habit, and looked no different from an ordinary cemetery caretaker.
Looking at the black horse that was tied up and still squirming on the ground, he had a vague sense of deja vu.
But based on the feedback he got from the vengeful evil spirits, Mephisto had been especially quiet recently. Even his clone hadn't shown any signs of activity in the human world.
Then, a person with a black-and-white face appeared next to the black horse. "Long time no see. You're not dead yet? That's great."