Chapter 90: Allen Spills Everything Again

Chapter 90: Allen Spills Everything Again

"Aren't you acting all high and mighty? Keep that up for me."

Allen raised his ultraviolet laser gun and fired at the vampires.

The moment they were hit, they disintegrated into ash on the spot.

In the past, he didn't have the resources, so he had to rely on hand-to-hand combat. But now, after inheriting a massive base fortress, Allen had naturally built plenty of equipment to handle various situations.

"Run!"

The remaining vampires scattered in panic.

Earlier, they had been sure of their victory. Against a mere mortal, they thought that attacking together would guarantee a win.

But now, their opponent had abandoned all sense of honor and pulled out high-tech weaponry, completely flipping the situation.

"Don't run!"

Allen chased after them, slaughtering the vampires one by one. Against those without protective suits, a single laser beam was as effective as a missile.

Of course, ultraviolet lasers only worked on vampires. In normal circumstances, they would probably only be useful for verifying banknotes.

Meanwhile, the altar had become a battlefield between Eric and Frost.

Eric was completely outmatched against Frost in his Blood God form.

In the original movie, Frost had died after being injected with the reversal serum, causing his body to swell and explode.

But right now, Eric only had a silver longsword and nothing else to rely on. If not for the effects of his blood-burning serum, he might not have even been able to hold his own for this long.

The serum not only enhanced all his physical abilities but also gave him a steady stream of stamina while eliminating pain.

However, all of this had a time limit.

Once the effects wore off, he would immediately fall into a weakened state.

"You can't possibly be this strong," Frost said in disbelief as he watched Eric struggle to his feet again and again.

Vampires feared and loathed the Daywalker, so they had thoroughly studied his abilities and combat data.

Eric was a special case. Though he had the potential for growth, he still aged like a normal human.

Pureblood vampires didn't want to take unnecessary risks. If they failed and died by his hand, it would be a complete waste. Instead, they preferred to wait a hundred years until Eric grew old and feeble—then, taking him down would be effortless.

Survival was the secret to the vampire race's longevity.

"Enough talk. Only one of us is walking away from this."

Eric raised his sword and attacked. Since he felt no pain and had immense regenerative power for now, he fought with reckless aggression.

During the battle, it became clear—Eric had the superior combat skills.

Having been trained by vampire hunters since childhood, the art of killing was deeply ingrained in him, to the point that every move was instinctive.

However, in his Blood God form, Frost was essentially immortal. Even if his body was cut into pieces, he could regenerate in an instant.

The fight dragged on for fifteen minutes.

Eric's face was covered in blood, his flesh torn apart, yet his fighting spirit remained unbroken.

I don't feel pain. I can still fight.

On the other hand, Frost was starting to notice something was wrong. His body was swelling and bloating against his will, and he had to consciously suppress the changes.

"What's happening? Did something go wrong with the ritual?"

Confused, Frost knocked Eric away again. But as he looked down at his body, he saw his skin writhing—like countless rats were scurrying beneath it.

At the same time, Eric tried to stand but found that his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

A wave of weakness swept over him. It was as if all his strength had drained away in an instant.

The serum's effects had worn off.

His body reverted to its original state, and with it came excruciating pain. He no longer had the strength to continue fighting.

"Oh yeah! Finally, it's my turn to commentate!"

Allen had already finished clearing out the vampires. He stood nearby, watching the fight, his mouth full of sunflower seeds.

Leisurely, he walked to the center of the altar and locked eyes with Frost.

"You never actually betrayed Batman. This was all your doing?" Frost asked in shock.

As he recalled everything that had happened, he realized there were far too many inconsistencies. And worse, nothing could salvage Gotham's current state.

"A hasty frog always gets its belly rubbed."

Allen pointed a finger at him while adjusting an imaginary pair of glasses, still spitting out sunflower seed shells. Then, with a grin, he confessed, "I was the mastermind all along."

"I'm so ruthless, I even sell out my teammates." He tossed another handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth.

Lying on the ground, Eric deeply agreed—he was the unfortunate teammate who had been sold out.

"Curious why your body is acting up?"

Allen smirked. "I added a little something to the tranquilizer dart."

Tranquilizer dart!

Frost immediately recalled the moment when Eric had been hit and passed out. He had never thought to consider it suspicious at the time.

"It was a specially formulated blood toxin designed just for you. It causes your blood to coagulate and expand… then boom! You explode."

Allen grinned mischievously.

Injecting the toxin directly would be too risky—Frost would never sit still and allow it. If things went wrong, he might even escape, becoming an even greater threat.

So instead, Allen had used Eric as a medium, letting Frost absorb the toxin naturally. That way, there was no room for failure.

"Oh, wondering why I let Blade fight you for so long even though you were already poisoned?"

"..."

Now that Allen pointed it out, Frost realized he hadn't thought about that at all.

"The answer is simple: I needed you to move around more so the toxin could spread faster."

Damn it. This was the kind of scheme only a lunatic could come up with!

Frost felt like his intelligence was being dragged through the mud.

"You just wanted to kill me? What about Gotham?"

That was the real problem. Right now, Gotham was crawling with vampires, practically a city of the undead.

Even if they wiped out all the invaders, it wouldn't save the fallen city.

Allen raised his wrist and tapped on his armor, summoning a holographic display.

"My Robins, how's the operation going?" Allen asked smugly.

"Reporting in, Comedic Bat. Over 80% of the biological rockets have already detonated in the clouds."

Edward lay in Cobblepot's arms, with Gotham's skyline in the background.

Below them, the streets were teeming with vampires. They knew that if they landed, they'd be swarmed instantly.

In another screen, Arthur was getting beat up as usual, with Oliver riding on his back, punching him repeatedly.

Business as usual.

Allen closed the comms.

"It's about to rain."

He looked up at the skylight.

Frost followed his gaze, still confused.

Drip.

Tiny droplets hit the glass, making soft tapping sounds.

Then, the rain intensified, pouring down in sheets.

Allen grinned. "You wanted to know how to save Gotham?"

Frost remained silent, his body continuing to morph and distort, barely resembling a human anymore.

"The rockets launched by my three Robins contain the reversal serum. The rain will spread it across every corner of the city."

Allen paused for effect. "And to reach those hiding indoors, we installed a microwave vaporizer in the sewers. It'll turn the rain into a fine mist, seeping into every building."

"..."

Boom!

Frost finally lost control—his body swelled to its limit and exploded.

Hearing Allen's full plan, he could at least die in peace.

"Unita, Unita."

"I'm here, Commander."

"Activate the microwave vaporizer."

"Yes, sir!"