Deacon Frost rose.
Deacon Frost died.
Very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, as the Hawk Phoenix Beam landed on the altar, in that moment when Deacon Frost, who had bared his fangs and was ready to realize his vampire supremacy ideals and great ambitions.
Deacon Frost was vaporized on the spot.
No different from the others.
No, there was a difference.
The heat in Hawk's eyes slowly cooled, and his gaze fell on the blood left behind after Deacon Frost vaporized on the spot.
It seemed like a mass of blood with its own life.
The blood hovered above the altar, twisting, weird, and writhing.
Hawk seemed thoughtful, his Sixth Sense perceiving through this distorted mass of blood as if there was a world of blood behind it.
Just then.
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Hawk came back to his senses and turned to look.
His eyes took in.
Similarly bare-chested, with needle marks on his arms, a black man with thick sausage lips who looked quite weak appeared in his sight.
With the help of a female doctor, breaking free from restraints, and rushing over at the first opportunity to stop Deacon Frost's evil dream, Blade Warrior stopped in his tracks as he saw Hawk appear before him.
Blade Warrior held his longsword, warily watching Hawk.
"Who are you?"
"...The S.H.I.E.L.D. people are waiting for you outside, you can leave now."
Hawk glanced at the speaking Blade, uninterested in talking to Blade, casually said a word, then withdrew his gaze, and after stepping his right foot, already appeared on the altar where a mass of blood was floating.
Once again.
He wasn't keen on superheroes.
Moreover, this so-called superhero hoped to wear sunglasses at night.
When clearing this underground castle just now, he hadn't cleared Blade and that female doctor entirely in Sharon's interest.
Let's put it this way.
If Sharon hadn't spoken earlier, he would have cleared Blade and that female doctor along with the rest during the cleanup.
Just a matter of convenience.
But since Sharon spoke, as a friend, he had to give face.
So—
Instead of Blade, he was more interested in this blood floating in mid-air.
He could feel that this seemingly living mass of blood seemed connected to a dimensional space.
And as the energy kept spilling out from the dimensional space, the mass of blood in front of him began growing larger and more restless.
The next second.
Hawk's figure moved to the side.
Whoosh!
The mass of blood that had been floating in front of him, now swollen like it was filled with water, whizzed past Hawk and headed toward Blade Warrior, who hadn't left but instead followed Hawk in.
If it had been Blade in his prime, with speed on par with purebred vampires, he would have dodged it easily.
But now, having lost a large amount of blood, Blade watching the blood nearly instantly close in on him, his mind reacted but his body couldn't follow, only his pupils contracted, about to be hit.
But that was impossible.
"Boom!"
Hawk's figure flashed, appearing directly in front of Blade, now it was the blood mass that couldn't dodge, crashing into Hawk, then rumbling into Hawk's body.
But he wasn't being kind.
The only reason Hawk blocked in front of Blade was simple.
This thing was his war trophy.
His war trophy naturally belonged to him, moreover, even if he didn't want it, he wouldn't give it to the sunglasses-wearing person in front of him.
What was he thinking?
Gurgle!
In Hawk's Little Cosmos, the mass of blood, originally aiming for Blade but due to Hawk's speed, crashed into Hawk before it could react, then got wholly absorbed by him, emitted a gurgling sound, appearing in the Little Cosmos.
As the blood appeared in the Little Cosmos, this seemingly life-owning mass of blood seemed to hesitate for a moment, then grew more restless, attempting to invade the surroundings.
But just as the blood began to stir.
The Phoenix struck!
The phantom of Phoenix engulfing the entire Cosmos began to manifest, and with its manifestation, crimson flames appeared around the restless blood.
Instantly.
The blood began to boil.
At this moment, an aged, frail voice suddenly came from the boiling blood.
"Stop!"
"Zoom!"
With the Phoenix's cry, Hawk's mind projection arrived, his lips slightly curled, looking at the blood trapped by his Phoenix Fire: "I thought you weren't planning to speak."
Following Hawk's words.
The blood started writhing, and then a humanoid outline, entirely made of blood, appeared, the blood beginning to coagulate, and the figure became clearer gradually.
The next second.
A man, looking ordinary, with an aged face, seeming like he might drop dead any second, appeared before Hawk.
Hawk looked at the man entirely formed from coagulated blood, raising his eyebrow.
"Blood God Madola?"
"Yes."
The man... Madola did not deny his identity.
"Hiss!"
"It really is him."
"The true origin of the Dracula vampire lineage."
Hawk arched his sword-like eyebrows, then thoughtfully looking at Madola completely formed of blood: "Who reduced you to this state, you look about to kick the bucket, Madola."
Yes.
Even though Madola before me is made of blood.
But the aura can't become human, especially the dimensional aura.
If Mephisto's Hell Dimension aura makes one feel repulsed yet overwhelming, then Blood God Madola's Blood God Dimension aura brings a sense of decay.
Even the Madola before me is the same.
He gave Hawk the feeling that he might die in the next second.
At first, Hawk thought this aura was a disguise.
This is also why he didn't touch the blood on the altar immediately.
At that time, he couldn't confirm if the aura connecting through the blood leading to a seemingly masterless dimension space was disguised.
Had he acted rashly, he might have been caught off guard.
But at the moment when the blood swiftly rushed towards Blade Warrior, Hawk confirmed something.
This aura was not a disguise.
This Blood God Dimension is truly about to become a masterless dimension, and its former ruler, Blood God Madola, is also about to meet the end of his life.
Right now!
As expected.
"Yahweh."
"..."
Hawk listened to the name spoken by Blood God Madola, raising an eyebrow.
"Who?"
"Yahweh wounded me."
Blood God Madola glanced at Hawk, speaking in a deep voice, "Back in the day, I got inadvertently caught in the struggle between Yahweh and Mephisto, and Yahweh wounded me with his Great Angel Sword. Since then, I've been in slumber, trying to recover."
Unfortunately, nothing worked.
Behind Mephisto stands the Celestial 'Death'!
Behind Yahweh stands the 'Celestial God Team' created by the Celestial 'Eternal'.
But as for Madola...
He has nothing.
It's just like King of Herbs and Jiaoduobao fighting, and in the end, Wong Lo Kat gets hurt.
Here, Blood God Madola is Wong Lo Kat.
Back then, Mephisto and Yahweh fought over Earth and used every possible means, Yahweh even launched a holy crusade.
Numerous demons and Hell Witches hidden among humans were burnt to death by Holy Knights, and vampires hidden among humans also suffered unforeseen calamities.
As everyone knows.
The legend of Dracula is said to be one of the earliest among humans.
Therefore, Blood God Madola's losses were quite severe.
Thus.
Upon hearing that his followers were needlessly dragged into this war between Heaven and Hell, the enraged Blood God Madola immediately appeared, wanting an explanation from Yahweh.
The result—
Hawk, hearing this much, had already guessed what happened next and chuckled: "And then you were stabbed by Yahweh?"
Blood God Madola looked at Hawk without expression.
"It was Mephisto who stabbed me."
"...Wait a minute."
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Mephisto?"
"Yes, at that time, Yahweh restrained my limbs, making me unable to blood transform, and Mephisto seized the opportunity to grab Yahweh's Great Angel Sword and stabbed it through my heart."
"Hiss!"
Hawk couldn't help but gasp.
"Weren't Yahweh and Mephisto sworn enemies?"
"Ha!"
Blood God Madola's gaze fell on the brink of Hawke's Little Cosmos's Netherworld, then pondered as he looked at Hawk, "Did Mephisto tell you he was the one who defeated Heaven?"
Facing Blood God Madola's ambiguous smile, Hawk's thoughts raced.
"You..."
"Because he told me the same back then."
Blood God Madola snorted coldly, "Mephisto and Yahweh are close enough to wear the same pants. Back then, I believed Mephisto's nonsense, which led to my current predicament."
Hawk remained silent.
"Mephisto and Yahweh are good friends?"
"They're more than just good friends; they're allies. On any Planet of Life where either of them is present, the final outcome is always destruction."
Blood God Madola sneered, then looked at Hawk.
"Do you know why they designed to eliminate me?"
"..."
Hawk frowned, "Is it because vampires are immortal?"
Blood God Madola shook his head: "I am the Blood God, Blood Race is the name of my clan; vampires were just Yahweh and Mephisto's attempt to completely kill me, a way to dilute my existence after I escaped."
At this point.
Blood God Madola's mouth revealed a grim smile.
"They really are about to succeed."
"If no one remembers who I am, it won't be long before I truly die."
"After all, my blood lineage has already been..."
"Wait a second."
Hawk, hearing this, raised an eyebrow, looking at Blood God Madola: "I remember Dracula was one of your followers."
Blood God Madola glanced at him.
"My Dracula is already dead, the current Dracula belongs to Heaven."
"..."