Chapter 114 Daywalker (Subscribe)
It was late at night.
In the laboratory, everyone else had already gone home, but Michael Morbius was still standing in front of the lab table.
This was not a requirement from above, but he volunteered to work overtime.
As for why he did this.
Many people may not believe the reason, that is, he hates the sun.
Pale skin, thin figure, eyes that choose to devour people, and he particularly hates the sun.
With so many distinctive features, Morbius's true identity is about to be revealed.
Yes, he is a vampire.
However, he is somewhat different from a real vampire. He cannot be considered a pure vampire, nor is he a hybrid like Blade.
It may be more appropriate to describe him as a pseudo-vampire.
Why do you say that?
That's going to be many years ago.
As an outstanding biologist, Morbius' life should be brilliant.
It's a pity that God is jealous of talents.
He is so talented, but he actually suffers from a rare blood disease and suffers from pain all the time.
In order to cure this disease, Mobius combined vampire bats and electric shocks to perform experimental treatment on himself.
The experiment went very smoothly, and he successfully cured his blood disease, and he would never suffer from illness again.
But this was not the arrival of spring, but a long winter.
The vampire bats did cure his disease, but at the same time brought him new troubles, making him infected with the habit of sucking blood and turning him into a terrible vampire.
The insatiable bloodthirstiness is more terrible than the disease.
As a genius scientist, Mobius did not want to lose his rationality, and he had been fighting against his desires.
It took many years of hard work for him to finally restrain his blood-sucking instinct and use the artificial blood he created to meet his survival needs.
After simply packing up the experimental equipment, Mobius completed all the work for today.
He was not in a hurry to leave immediately, but walked around the laboratory twice more.
After confirming that everything was normal, he turned off the lights and left, walked out of the company building, and embarked on the journey home.
Walking on the road, there were not many pedestrians on both sides of the road.
Yes, it was almost dawn, and most citizens had already fallen asleep to prepare for the next day's work.
Only those special female practitioners and some drug addicts would choose to wander around the streets at this time.
Looking up at the bright moon, Mobius took a deep breath.
He hated the sun and preferred the night.
It seemed that only walking in the middle of the night could make him feel that he really existed.
At this moment, a woman wearing cool clothes and not much cloth on her body, stepping on a pair of black high heels, stumbled towards him.
Mobius frowned.
The woman was entangled with a strong smell of perfume and leaves, which almost stifled his nose.
To put it bluntly, even if his hemophilia suddenly broke out, he would not attack this level of goods.
It was too dirty, and I didn't know what toxic substances would be mixed in the blood.
The feeling of drinking a sip was probably similar to drinking industrial wastewater directly.
Taking the initiative to give in, Mobius took two steps to the outside.
But the streetwalker was relentless, as if she had to do his business, and walked towards him again.
"Okay, okay, I actually encountered a scammer in the middle of the night!"
Seeing that the other party was about to jump into his arms, Mobius quickly dodged to the side, trying to avoid the woman.
But what he didn't expect was that the woman who was still swaying just now suddenly burst out at an amazing speed, hugged him directly, and locked him tightly with both arms.
"Not good!"
The woman's abnormal behavior immediately made Mobius realize that something was wrong.
At this moment, he didn't care whether he would be exposed or not, and he directly exerted all his strength to break free from his arms and kicked the woman away.
Sure enough, the next second, a large number of black shadows appeared around him and surrounded him.
"Michael Mobius, it's been a long time since we last met."
A pale, elegantly dressed man walked out from the crowd.
Mobius recognized the other party's identity at a glance, and felt unlucky in his heart.
"It's you again, Deacon Frost! How many times have I said that I am not that shitty daywalker!"
No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!
What a group of haunting guys, he was completely speechless.
This is not the first time it has happened.
Not long after he became a vampire, this group of vampires came to him and insisted that he was a so-called daywalker vampire and invited him to join the family.
At that time, Mobius gave a simple explanation, saying that he mutated because of scientific experiments and was completely different from orthodox vampires.
But Deacon Frost didn't believe such nonsense.
Not afraid of sunlight, garlic, or even silver weapons, and he would not die if a stake pierced his heart.
If this is not a daywalker vampire, what else can it be?
One is a scientist, and the other is a member of the vampire family. The two have completely different concepts, and neither can convince the other.
What else is there to say? Let's fight first.
Today, the two of them also don't agree with each other.
The battle is about to start!
Although he is a product of scientific mutation, Morbius's ability is no less than that of traditional vampires, and even stronger.
He has excellent super strength, super speed beyond the limit of human beings, and super endurance that can fight fiercely for a whole day without getting tired.
Other physical qualities are also far beyond the limit of human beings.
He even has good regeneration ability, as well as terrible fangs and claws.
With so many powerful super powers, Morbius showed his power and beat all the vampires to pieces.
He slapped his palm again and knocked away the female vampire who was blocking the way in front of him.
When he was about to break out of the encirclement, his legs suddenly softened and his eyes were a little blurry.
"Damn it!"
Morbius cursed in his heart.
Of course he knew what kind of situation he was in.
After all, he was not a traditional vampire, and his body had great limitations. Only after sucking enough blood, he would have the strength to continue fighting.
In the past, he would take the artificial blood he developed himself to replenish the energy missing from his body.
But artificial blood is artificial blood after all, and it cannot be compared with real blood at all, and the effect is getting worse and worse.
In the past, one pack could last a whole day, but later, three or four packs might not be enough. Now, he almost needs a pack every hour.
After barely forcing back a vampire who rushed up, Morbius took out a blood bag from his arms and planned to temporarily replenish it.
But whether his enemies would sit idly by was another question.
