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"I didn't expect that Blood God to be such a waste, beaten to the point where even his soul origin disappeared by a human."
The silver-haired woman looked at Blade, who was on the verge of death from excessive blood loss, and a look of emotion appeared on her face.
"This way, a gaping hole has appeared among the seven Night Demons responsible for opening the dimensional gate, which will inevitably affect the subsequent plan…"
"With the Centennial Conference approaching, there's no time to slowly corrupt new Vampire clans with the book of darkness and reorganize the sacrificial ritual."
"It seems the only option is to try and see if Blade, this Daywalker, can fill this void?"
The silver-haired woman then reached into the shadows on the ground and pulled out a Black female Doctor with a face full of terror.
This person was none other than Dr. Karen Jensen, a haematologist who had been captured here along with Blade and then thrown into the abandoned pit below the altar by Deacon Frost's subordinates to fend for herself.
The silver-haired woman took out a delicate silver dagger and, under Dr. Karen Jensen's horrified gaze, lightly slit the artery in her neck.
Pfft…!!!
Blood immediately gushed out like a fountain, continuously pouring into Blade's mouth.
Blade, who had just been barely breathing, quickly regained consciousness.
However, when he opened his eyes, what he saw was a familiar yet desperate face.
"Oh, no…"
Blade struggled to get up, but his body was firmly confined to the ground by a mysterious and powerful Dark Energy that the silver-haired woman had conjured with a casual wave of her hand.
He could only watch Dr. Karen Jensen die in front of him from bleeding out.
"That's right, just like that. The more anger you feel, the stronger the Dark Energy that breeds from it, and the greater the chance of a successful transformation…"
The silver-haired woman ignored Blade's furious glare, which made his eyes almost burst, and smiled sweetly.
Then, before the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents poured in, their figures slowly sank into the shadows on the ground, disappearing without a trace.
...…
...…
While Karl was comfortably asleep in the luxurious presidential suite arranged by General Ross, and the miserable S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were still cleaning up the Blood God Sect's lair.
Dozens of kilometers away on the street, Eddie Brock, who had luckily escaped from the Life Foundation Headquarters earlier, was still playing a deadly game of cat and mouse with the pursuers behind him.
"Quick, surround that guy, don't let him run away again."
The bald man in charge of this capture mission kept repeating into the walkie-talkie:
"All units attention, the two stolen Symbiotes are likely on that guy, so everyone can only use rubber bullets and tranquilizer darts during the capture."
Soon, one of the Life Foundation's capture teams successfully cornered Eddie Brock in an alley.
"Sir, please don't move. As long as you cooperate, we will never harm you. We just want to get back Mr. Drake's things…"
As he spoke, a security guard held up his gun and stepped forward, wanting to search him.
At this moment, Anti-Venom's voice sounded in Eddie Brock's mind, "Why do you always run away? It makes us look cowardly."
"Now let me bite off these guys' heads, then pile their heads on the left and their bodies on the right… and enjoy them slowly."
Eddie Brock immediately felt like a coward upon hearing this.
Although he could feel that he was in an extremely hungry state, as if he could instantly devour an entire ox placed in front of him.
But he resisted strongly and said, "Absolutely not, how can you just eat people? That's against the law."
Anti-Venom replied unhappily, "Idiot, if I don't eat people, where will I get the energy to help you escape? Besides, human heads are deliciously crunchy. Once you've had one, you won't be able to stop!"
Eddie Brock was speechless for a moment: Do you even hear what kind of outrageous statement you're making?
As the two were talking, the security guard had finished searching him but had not found the container for the second Symbiote.
So he hit him hard in the stomach with the butt of his gun and grabbed his hair, demanding, "Tell me… where did you hide the other Symbiote?"
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Those two muddy things you're looking for were probably taken by the man who appeared with me in the lab. They're really not on me."
Eddie Brock spat out two mouthfuls of bitter bile-mixed water, saying painfully, "They're really not on me, if you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance."
"Hmph, still trying to argue?"
The squad leader in black tactical gear took out his phone, pulled up a surveillance video, and directly shoved it in front of Eddie Brock, sneering:
"There's a limit to lying. You were clearly the only one who invaded the lab. Are you saying you think we're blind?"
"Also, no one can fuse with two Symbiotes at the same time!!"
"Ah, this…" Eddie Brock glanced at the surveillance footage and immediately felt terrible.
Because the surveillance video playing on the phone was exactly the scene of him alone smashing the isolation chamber with a fire extinguisher before Karl entered the lab.
And then… there was no "then".
The video was very short, clearly edited twice.
But right now, who would care about such a thing?
Almost everyone believed that Eddie Brock had stolen the two Alien Symbiotes.
If you want to condemn someone, you can always find an excuse.
Now, even if he had mouths all over his body, he couldn't explain it clearly.
"Move, take this stubborn guy back for interrogation."
As the order was given, the members of the security team raised their tranquilizer guns and tasers and aimed at Eddie Brock.
"Useless Eddie, I'll handle the situation from now on."
As Anti-Venom's voice sounded, a white skin with black stripes instantly covered Eddie Brock's entire body, blocking all the incoming attacks.
He raised his hand and grabbed the nearby security guard, then "chomped" off the other party's head.
Then, while chewing on the delicacy, Anti-Venom pointed at the security guards opposite, who were trembling in fear at the sight, and commented:
"Besides the brain, the eyes, lungs, and pancreas are all delicious… But unfortunately, there's no time to enjoy them slowly right now."
Swish, swish, swish—
Anti-Venom raised his hand and shot out several white webs, pulling all the security guards who were trying to escape in front of him.
Then he opened his gaping maw…
Chomp, chomp, chomp…
What did I just say?
Once you take a bite, you can't stop, okay?!
At this moment, Eddie Brock felt like he was about to pee his pants, or perhaps already had… He exclaimed in a lost voice:
"You actually bit off all their heads?!"
"Nonsense, I need to replenish my strength, otherwise you'll be the one to die."
Anti-Venom scolded mercilessly, "Listen, useless one, if you get caught by these guys and taken back to that lab, you're dead."
"They'll treat you like those homeless people before, putting you in a glass cage to slowly study → slice → sew → study again → slice again → sew again… an endless cycle."
"So if you don't want to die, then obediently be my mount from now on."
"Also, we Symbiotes only have one purpose for coming to Earth, and that is for food. So only by cooperating with me will your life be spared, understand?"
Just as Eddie Brock was about to argue further.
Amidst a sharp siren, more than a dozen police cars surrounded him, who was currently in his Anti-Venom form.
"Don't move, hands up, we are the Queens Police."
A White police chief was the first to pull out his pistol, resting it on the car door and aiming at Anti-Venom opposite.
However, before he could give further commands, Anti-Venom had already leaped in front of him.
After "chomping" off his head, he swaggered away amidst the dense bullets that came from all directions.
"Damn it, how did it turn out like this? Today was George's first day as police chief…"
A bald middle-aged police officer came to the body, covering his forehead with a distressed look and saying, "How am I going to explain this to Gwen?!"
And at this moment.
The battles occurring in this area were all transmitted in real-time back to the Life Foundation Headquarters via two drones circling in the sky.
"Mr. Drake, the target has escaped again with the Symbiote…."
Tris, the bald man who was in charge of this capture operation, reported via the communicator:
"Sir, the police have already intervened, and our capture operation might be affected by this."
However.
Carlton Drake, the owner of the Life Foundation, had already been captivated by the astonishing combat power displayed by Anti-Venom in the video.
Pointing at Anti-Venom, who was rapidly moving between streets and buildings on the screen, he exclaimed excitedly:
"Did you see that? Did you see that? That damned reporter, that thief… He actually perfectly combined with my Symbiote to form a brand new species?"
"Super speed, super strength, and amazing defensive capabilities…"
"So that's it. It seems only by finding a suitable host can the Symbiote unleash unparalleled powerful might."
"That's right, this is the perfect higher being in my mind!"
At this point, he eagerly said to the capture manager on the other end of the communicator, who was waiting for the next command:
"Tris, first send drones to follow my new species, then you guys create some trouble to help him shake off the police who are tracking him."
"Remember, don't lose him, or you're dead."
"Understood, Master."
After ending the call, Carlton Drake took the elevator to the floor below where Dr. Skirth, the "internal spy," was being held.
It was with her help that Eddie Brock was able to go directly from the underground garage to the laboratory floor.
Carlton Drake wanted to know why the scientist he hired at a high price would betray him in such an important research matter concerning the next evolution direction of all humankind.
Did I not give enough?
However, when he stepped out of the elevator, he happened to witness an incredibly horrifying scene.
He saw a 3-meter-tall silver humanoid Symbiote, holding a headless security guard's corpse, "chomp, chomp" chewing.
If an ordinary person saw such a terrifying scene, they would at least immediately scream and turn to run away, if not be scared senseless.
But Carlton Drake was different.
Not only was he not panicked, but he became exceptionally excited, his eyes glowing as he leaned closer, "You must be the Symbiote that left on its own after the spaceship crashed, right?"
"First, regarding your friends, I must apologize… Although I have been trying my best to protect them, one died accidentally during an experiment, and two others were temporarily stolen."
The silver Symbiote first opened its big mouth and stuffed the remaining half of the security guard's body in at once, then "chomped, chomped" a few times before letting out a satisfied burp.
"It's okay, our numbers are far more than this…"
The silver Symbiote reached out and placed its hand on Carlton Drake's head, and while changing hosts, continued to say:
"On that comet you discovered, there are actually tens of thousands of my kind."
"As long as they can be brought to Earth, they will all obey my will and execute the commands I, Riot, issue…"
"No."
Carlton Drake, who had completely fused, corrected with a smile, "It's both of our wills and commands…"
"Don't worry, I will handle the task of bringing the other Symbiotes back to Earth."
"But before that, I have some personal grievances to settle first."
Saying that, he walked directly to a locked laboratory.
After using his clearance to open the glass door, Carlton Drake expressionlessly looked at Dr. Skirth, who was handcuffed to a chair, and questioned, "Why did you betray me?"
Dr. Skirth's face showed a conflicted and pained expression upon hearing this, and she shook her head slightly:
"What we are doing now fills me with extreme fear and unease, so I cannot go against my conscience and continue to experiment on those homeless people…"
"Enough!"
Carlton Drake interrupted very rudely, "Skirth, you are being foolish."
"I understand that everyone feels confused and uneasy before making major moves, this is a normal human reaction."
"But what you should have done was tell me these things, and then we would change the way of the experiment together, instead of directly bringing an outsider in and letting him steal my Symbiotes."
"I know, maybe you all think I'm crazy?"
"But in fact, it's not me who's crazy, but this era… Open your eyes and look at this World. Kaiju, Titan… These sudden great disasters are all happening because humans keep taking, taking, and taking from nature."
"And those inferior Mutants and super-powered individuals, who clearly possess the power to change this World, instead waste them on playing house and becoming superstars, such insignificant things!"
"This cannot continue… Otherwise, humanity's actions will push Earth to destruction."
"Actually, I highly agree with a saying from the Monarch Organization: We are not the true Masters of Earth; we are merely a bunch of parasites who only know how to take."
Then, he approached Dr. Skirth step by step, pointing at her nose, and roared furiously:
"And you are the same. You betrayed my trust. Your foolish actions delayed the plan of a great man who wanted to save the World."
"I want to create a brand new World, to forge a new species, combining those qualified humans who have been successfully screened with Symbiotes from higher-level civilizations."
"It's just a pity, you won't live to see that day…"
"Honestly, you were once my best researcher, but now… you're fired!!"
As his words fell.
The silver Symbiote Riot instantly covered his entire body, and then with a "chomp," he bit off Dr. Skirth's head.
Ignoring the headless corpse behind him, which was gushing blood, Riot and Carlton Drake said in unison:
"Alright, now we should go find that thief, Eddie Brock, and settle the score properly!"