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Chapter 352: Finally, A Farewell Killing in Your Honor
tony's Estate. Tony slipped back here, not alerting anyone.
Many people's attention had been drawn to the Battle of New York, but this did not include those from tony's Estate who had participated. Many of them had returned, silent, and even walking cautiously.
In a secluded cottage within the vast estate, Tony quietly entered and gently closed the door.
From within the dim room came the sound of suppressed coughs.
"This isn't like you. Since when were you so considerate?" the Old Bartender coughed. His face was withered, his cheeks deeply sunken, and his eye sockets were hollow and ringed with black.
The hand covering his mouth was like a skeleton wrapped in skin.
"Hmph, I never needed such consideration before. But now's different. I was worried that if I used a little force to close the door, the shock would kill you."
Tony snorted twice and waved discreetly towards the shadows, dismissing the attending Undying Soldiers. He dragged a chair to the bedside and sat down confidently, sprawling his legs wide apart.
Or rather, he was pretending to be confident and nonchalant.
He wanted to create the same atmosphere as before, but that was no longer possible.
Tony observed him in the way of a Demigod. The old man's body had decayed to its absolute limit and was still deteriorating; he probably wouldn't last more than a few days.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were draining away, and the light of his Soul was steadily fading along with his body.
He's probably not far from death...
A complex look flickered in Tony's eyes. "I'm telling you, old man, are you really not going to reconsider? If you just nod your head right now, even if that bastard, the Grim Reaper, came from the Sphere of the Gods, I could still snatch you back from his grasp."
The Old Bartender let out a derisive laugh and slowly shook his head.
You can never wake a person who is pretending to be asleep, nor can you ever hold back a person who is determined to die.
It's useless, no matter how powerful you are.
There were too many ways to save the Old Bartender: a super Serum, the Time Stone, Clone Limb Regeneration Technology... As long as his Soul wasn't completely annihilated and the Timeline where the Old Bartender existed didn't collapse, anything was possible; it was merely a question of the cost.
But the old man felt he had lived long enough. There was nothing to be done.
"We've known each other for five years, haven't we..." the Old Bartender coughed with difficulty.
"Who knows? I never count such troublesome and meaningless things." Tony's tone held a barely concealed irritability. This was something he really didn't want to face, but he had to.
"Heh, you really haven't changed..." The Old Bartender glanced at Tony playfully. In this young man who was growing more and more composed, he could still faintly see the shadow of that impulsive kid, which made a hint of reminiscence flash in the Old Bartender's eyes.
Five years. A lot had happened. The Old Bartender's most vivid memory wasn't annihilating the Vampire Kingdom, but rather a day five years ago when he was kidnapped from his bar by a reckless fool who had stumbled in.
"Right, there's something I need to tell you." Tony paused. "I once promised you that I'd help you kill every last Vampire in the world, but I might not be able to complete that."
The Old Bartender tilted his head, looking at him with some surprise, which made Tony feel even more frustrated. There was a fire inside him, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't unleash it.
This nameless emotion was stifled in his chest.
"That idiot Stephen did something stupid—Stephen is a junior Sorcerer from Kamar-Taj, and I have high hopes for him—he resurrected his brother, but his brother became a half-blood Vampire."
Tony briefly explained how Victor had died—he had been bitten by an advanced Vampire before his death.
As a result, Stephen pulled back Victor's Soul and, in the process, created the strange body of a Half-human, Half-vampire.
In a way, Victor was like Blade, but the vampire bloodline in his body undoubtedly had the upper hand, and he couldn't rely on his human bloodline to resist it.
Blade became a Daywalker before he was even born. The vampire and human blood were tightly integrated; he would crave blood, but he wasn't contagious at all when he bit someone.
But Victor was different. He could easily be controlled by bloodlust and spread the virus.
Tony still needed to observe him. Victor was a man with strong Willpower and the protection of the next Sorcerer Supreme, so there was no absolute reason to kill him.
The Old Bartender grinned, revealing gums that were nearly toothless. "He's an innocent child. As long as he doesn't bite anyone, there's no need to harm him."
Tony grunted in agreement and stood up, standing tall like a mountain peak in the gloom, looking at the Old Bartender. For some reason, standing in the dimness, he felt a slight sense of peace.
But only a little.
"There is one more pure-blooded Vampire left alive in this world. I'm going to kill him now, as a farewell offering for you."
Without waiting for the Old Bartender to speak, Tony turned to leave, a sharp sting in his nose. He opened the door, and with a loud bang, it slammed shut, seemingly carrying his deep frustration and rage.
He wanted the Old Bartender to live, but the Old Bartender had lived enough and wanted to die.
Tony didn't look back. If he wanted to, he could know the Old Bartender's expression in an instant, but he suppressed the urge to do anything extra. Like an ordinary human, he walked, opened the door, and slammed it shut in frustration.
He knew the Old Bartender was silently watching his back the whole time, then revealed an unreadable, complicated smile.
This only made Tony even more frustrated.
Outside, many people had gathered, standing quietly.
Wanda walked up with a questioning look, but Tony just shook his head silently. He softly told the others to disperse, took Wanda's hand, and with a step, a portal formed.
The next second, the two of them were in the room where they lived.
"I'm going to kill someone. You stay here," Tony said, rummaging through chests and cabinets until he found a dust-covered stone.
It was a very strange stone, covered in black, dried blood. If a Mortal were holding it, in a daze, they might even feel that the stone was alive and observing them.
But such a petty trick was useless against Tony.
"I'll go with you," Wanda said after a moment's hesitation.
"We'll talk about it after you become a Demigod. Level Four isn't safe at all. This world has a lot of troublesome beings lurking about. Before you become a Demigod, don't act rashly," Tony said.
"Weren't you fighting for your life every day before you became a Demigod? Why is it okay for you but not for me?" Wanda suddenly became angry, her voice rising in a questioning shout, her eyes filled with grievance.
"Because back then, I had no choice but to fight for my life. Everyone in the world knew about me, and I had to face the entire world."
Tony became calm. He cupped Wanda's face with both hands, squeezing slightly so her little face wrinkled. "But now, you are my entire world. I don't want anything to happen to you. I've already lost too many family members, and soon I'll lose another. I sincerely hope that the one who will continue to walk this path with me is you..."
(end of chapter)
tony's Estate. Tony slipped back here, not alerting anyone.
Many people's attention had been drawn to the Battle of New York, but this did not include those from tony's Estate who had participated. Many of them had returned, silent, and even walking cautiously.
In a secluded cottage within the vast estate, Tony quietly entered and gently closed the door.
From within the dim room came the sound of suppressed coughs.
"This isn't like you. Since when were you so considerate?" the Old Bartender coughed. His face was withered, his cheeks deeply sunken, and his eye sockets were hollow and ringed with black.
The hand covering his mouth was like a skeleton wrapped in skin.
"Hmph, I never needed such consideration before. But now's different. I was worried that if I used a little force to close the door, the shock would kill you."
Tony snorted twice and waved discreetly towards the shadows, dismissing the attending Undying Soldiers. He dragged a chair to the bedside and sat down confidently, sprawling his legs wide apart.
Or rather, he was pretending to be confident and nonchalant.
He wanted to create the same atmosphere as before, but that was no longer possible.
Tony observed him in the way of a Demigod. The old man's body had decayed to its absolute limit and was still deteriorating; he probably wouldn't last more than a few days.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were draining away, and the light of his Soul was steadily fading along with his body.
He's probably not far from death...
A complex look flickered in Tony's eyes. "I'm telling you, old man, are you really not going to reconsider? If you just nod your head right now, even if that bastard, the Grim Reaper, came from the Sphere of the Gods, I could still snatch you back from his grasp."
The Old Bartender let out a derisive laugh and slowly shook his head.
You can never wake a person who is pretending to be asleep, nor can you ever hold back a person who is determined to die.
It's useless, no matter how powerful you are.
There were too many ways to save the Old Bartender: a super Serum, the Time Stone, Clone Limb Regeneration Technology... As long as his Soul wasn't completely annihilated and the Timeline where the Old Bartender existed didn't collapse, anything was possible; it was merely a question of the cost.
But the old man felt he had lived long enough. There was nothing to be done.
"We've known each other for five years, haven't we..." the Old Bartender coughed with difficulty.
"Who knows? I never count such troublesome and meaningless things." Tony's tone held a barely concealed irritability. This was something he really didn't want to face, but he had to.
"Heh, you really haven't changed..." The Old Bartender glanced at Tony playfully. In this young man who was growing more and more composed, he could still faintly see the shadow of that impulsive kid, which made a hint of reminiscence flash in the Old Bartender's eyes.
Five years. A lot had happened. The Old Bartender's most vivid memory wasn't annihilating the Vampire Kingdom, but rather a day five years ago when he was kidnapped from his bar by a reckless fool who had stumbled in.
"Right, there's something I need to tell you." Tony paused. "I once promised you that I'd help you kill every last Vampire in the world, but I might not be able to complete that."
The Old Bartender tilted his head, looking at him with some surprise, which made Tony feel even more frustrated. There was a fire inside him, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't unleash it.
This nameless emotion was stifled in his chest.
"That idiot Stephen did something stupid—Stephen is a junior Sorcerer from Kamar-Taj, and I have high hopes for him—he resurrected his brother, but his brother became a half-blood Vampire."
Tony briefly explained how Victor had died—he had been bitten by an advanced Vampire before his death.
As a result, Stephen pulled back Victor's Soul and, in the process, created the strange body of a Half-human, Half-vampire.
In a way, Victor was like Blade, but the vampire bloodline in his body undoubtedly had the upper hand, and he couldn't rely on his human bloodline to resist it.
Blade became a Daywalker before he was even born. The vampire and human blood were tightly integrated; he would crave blood, but he wasn't contagious at all when he bit someone.
But Victor was different. He could easily be controlled by bloodlust and spread the virus.
Tony still needed to observe him. Victor was a man with strong Willpower and the protection of the next Sorcerer Supreme, so there was no absolute reason to kill him.
The Old Bartender grinned, revealing gums that were nearly toothless. "He's an innocent child. As long as he doesn't bite anyone, there's no need to harm him."
Tony grunted in agreement and stood up, standing tall like a mountain peak in the gloom, looking at the Old Bartender. For some reason, standing in the dimness, he felt a slight sense of peace.
But only a little.
"There is one more pure-blooded Vampire left alive in this world. I'm going to kill him now, as a farewell offering for you."
Without waiting for the Old Bartender to speak, Tony turned to leave, a sharp sting in his nose. He opened the door, and with a loud bang, it slammed shut, seemingly carrying his deep frustration and rage.
He wanted the Old Bartender to live, but the Old Bartender had lived enough and wanted to die.
Tony didn't look back. If he wanted to, he could know the Old Bartender's expression in an instant, but he suppressed the urge to do anything extra. Like an ordinary human, he walked, opened the door, and slammed it shut in frustration.
He knew the Old Bartender was silently watching his back the whole time, then revealed an unreadable, complicated smile.
This only made Tony even more frustrated.
Outside, many people had gathered, standing quietly.
Wanda walked up with a questioning look, but Tony just shook his head silently. He softly told the others to disperse, took Wanda's hand, and with a step, a portal formed.
The next second, the two of them were in the room where they lived.
"I'm going to kill someone. You stay here," Tony said, rummaging through chests and cabinets until he found a dust-covered stone.
It was a very strange stone, covered in black, dried blood. If a Mortal were holding it, in a daze, they might even feel that the stone was alive and observing them.
But such a petty trick was useless against Tony.
"I'll go with you," Wanda said after a moment's hesitation.
"We'll talk about it after you become a Demigod. Level Four isn't safe at all. This world has a lot of troublesome beings lurking about. Before you become a Demigod, don't act rashly," Tony said.
"Weren't you fighting for your life every day before you became a Demigod? Why is it okay for you but not for me?" Wanda suddenly became angry, her voice rising in a questioning shout, her eyes filled with grievance.
"Because back then, I had no choice but to fight for my life. Everyone in the world knew about me, and I had to face the entire world."
Tony became calm. He cupped Wanda's face with both hands, squeezing slightly so her little face wrinkled. "But now, you are my entire world. I don't want anything to happen to you. I've already lost too many family members, and soon I'll lose another. I sincerely hope that the one who will continue to walk this path with me is you..."
(end of chapter)
