By the time Hawk reappeared, he was already at the main entrance of the Vampire Mansion.
Inside the mansion, it was pitch black.
But…
Countless pairs of glowing green eyes stared at Hawk like stars in the darkness, fixated on him as he appeared at the doorway.
At the same time, raspy growls and warnings echoed continuously.
The sound was peculiar.
Listening to it was uncomfortable.
As everyone knows.
In Hollywood, vampires are also blood bats, and the sound of bats is itself a kind of weapon.
As the raspy growl from inside the mansion resonated, it made people feel uncomfortable, nauseous, dizzy, and even sick.
This is why the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were just surrounding the mansion without making an attack.
But Hawk was not among them.
Hawk, expressionless, stepped forward, ignoring the countless warnings from the vampires inside the mansion and entered.
The next second.
"Hiss!"
"Ha!"
As soon as Hawk stepped into the mansion, two vampires perched above the doorway, baring their fangs and leaping at Hawk who was right under them.
Hawk looked up, his eyes crimson!
Boom!
Just as the claws were about to touch Hawk's hair, they were vaporized in an instant by the Phoenix Beam, leaving no trace.
But…
Though these two vampires were dead, Hawk's attack didn't stop.
In an instant.
The interior of the mansion was illuminated by a crimson light.
Outside the mansion, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stared in bewilderment at the crimson glow flashing like a beacon inside.
At this moment.
Sharon's voice came through the earpiece to each S.H.I.E.L.D. agent present.
"Combat personnel, evacuate first."
"Logistics follow suit, orderly withdrawal."
"Shielding protection team, hold position!"
"Yes."
"Roger."
"Woof woof woof!"
As Sharon's voice came through, though curious about what was happening inside the mansion, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents quickly snapped back to reality and followed her orders, swiftly boarding the vehicles to leave the scene first.
Sharon, meanwhile, pulled up a small chair with a backrest, sat comfortably, leaned back, and watched the flickering crimson light in the Vampire Mansion as if she were watching a movie.
Initially, she was very nervous, afraid that this Deacon Frost would really cause some big incident.
But now…
Nervous?
No such thing.
Before Hawk came, her nervousness was understandable.
But after Hawk's arrival, there was no need for tension if she were still anxious, then what was the point of Hawk being there?
As she thought this, Liu Mei raised an eyebrow, noticing a vampire running frantically towards the door with a look of utter despair and terror.
The next second.
The Phoenix Beam struck the vampire's back just as one foot stepped outside the mansion.
Puff!
The vampire was instantly vaporized!
Hovering mid-air above the mansion, Hawk slowly retracted the Phoenix Beam, his eyes quickly cooling down as he scanned every corner of the mansion's floor in a final confirmation.
Soon.
After confirming that there was no longer any presence on the mansion's floor, Hawk lowered his gaze to the ground below the mansion.
His Sixth Sense, like the tide, rushed and surged beneath the ground.
Hawk saw a Gothic, eerie castle with industrial austerity and a sense of futuristic technology hidden beneath the mansion ground.
He saw the slaughterhouse in the castle.
In this slaughterhouse, humans were hung upside down on moving conveyor chains, appearing either unconscious or semi-conscious like livestock.
He saw something akin to a vampire bar's dance floor.
But this dance floor wasn't for dancing. It was more like a pool, filled to the brim with thick, dark red blood.
Vampires could socialize, relax, and directly feed here at their leisure.
He also saw the vampires' bedrooms.
No.
To be precise, there were only thirteen bedrooms, and each was resplendently luxurious, with a futuristic low-temperature cryogenic chamber in each one.
Without a doubt, these were the exclusive bedrooms for the thirteen pure-blood vampires.
But currently, these thirteen bedrooms were devoid of any pure-blood vampire's shadow.
Clearly.
The thirteen pure-blood vampires had already been slaughtered by Deacon Frost and sacrificed to the Blood God.
This wasn't Hawk's speculation.
Because he saw it too.
Right now.
In the ritual hall at the heart of the underground ancient castle, twelve pure-blood vampire elders were firmly secured in their places, while on the altar in the center of the ritual hall, Deacon Frost, bare-chested and with a wild expression, was hurriedly reciting some mysterious spell.
As the spell was recited, the expressions of the twelve pure-blood vampires bound in place began to contort. Their blood started to boil, and then, with a pop, they transformed completely into the form of blood souls, their bodies exploding, screaming as they pounced towards Deacon Frost on the altar.
One by one, the pure-blood vampires, as if being absorbed, continuously crashed into Deacon Frost's body.
Each crash caused Deacon Frost's body to sway slightly, as if he truly had been struck.
But with each sway, the already wild expression on Deacon Frost's face became even more unrestrained.
Of course, Deacon knew that his Vampire Mansion was already surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D.
But...
So what.
He had already mastered the way to summon the Power of the Blood God, and once he possessed it, mere S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would be nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs.
As a new generation vampire, Deacon Frost harbored grand ambitions.
Come on.
After all, they were vampires, extraordinary creatures; this world should have been theirs. Why should they yield to those weak, pathetic, and useless humans?
Vampires should rule the world.
Unfortunately, his opinion didn't matter, as the thirteen pure-blood vampire elders didn't agree. As pure-blood vampire elders from the old times, they had long since lost their drive to strive forward and held no grand ambitions, content to rest in a small area.
This greatly disgusted Deacon Frost.
Though despite his disgust, he dared not oppose the resolutions of the thirteen pure-blood vampire elders.
At least, not before he had found the Blood Scripture.
Having been turned into pure-blood vampires by the Ancestral Vampire Dracula himself, they prided themselves not solely on their noble bloodline but also because their power was equally terrifying.
Each pure-blood vampire held the terrifying power to crush Mixed Bloods.
Therefore, to replace them, Deacon had to act in secret, gathering his strength and lavishly gifting thirteen low-temperature cryogenic chambers to the thirteen pure-blood elders.
As expected.
The elders were delighted. After receiving the gift, they spent most of their time soaking in the cryogenic chambers, even handing over external authorities to the considerate Deacon.
Since then, Deacon had begun executing his plan.
Finding the Blood Scripture, translating it, then summoning the power of the Blood God.
The Ancestral Vampire was merely the first vampire, not the source, as the source of the Dracula vampires actually originated from Blood God Madola.
Deacon wanted to summon the Blood God, obtain its power, and then rule the world.
Now—
With arms spread and his upper body exposed, Deacon Frost gazed at the Blood God Dimension, appearing faintly before his eyes, and saw the Blood God roiling within the dimension, a look of fascination on his face.
"I am finally going to succeed!"
"Oh, not bad."
"..."
Immersed in the joy of his impending success, Deacon Frost's smile froze for a second, then his eyes darted to a man he hadn't noticed leaning against the hall's doorpost, clapping at him.
"Guards!"
"Don't bother, they're all gone, just you're left."
Hawk looked at Deacon Frost, who raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "A total of one hundred fifty-two, right? I didn't miss any, did I?"
Deacon Frost was shocked in his heart.
But he wasn't panicked.
Because.
He could feel that the power of the Blood God had already been summoned by him, continuously surging into his body.
He just needed some time, just a little time.
Still standing on the altar, Deacon Frost looked at Hawk, his tone deep and unemotional.
"Who are you, S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"No."
Hawk laughed, "George Stacy is my future father-in-law, and without even asking me, you turned him into a vampire. I think you're very brave, so I came to see what brave basis and strength you have."
Upon hearing this, Deacon Frost stared at Hawk.
Then...
"Who is George Stacy?"
"Ha."
Hawk laughed directly at Deacon's response.
Deacon's expression turned grim.
Since S.H.I.E.L.D.'s downsizing, he could clearly feel the power of New York S.H.I.E.L.D. diminishing, and he also knew about the turmoil within S.H.I.E.L.D., which was why he wanted to summon the Blood God now.
So, he'd been busy with the final tasks concerning the Blood God and hadn't really kept up with what's happening outside.
Now...
It seemed his subordinates had provoked a powerful individual, and they were here to seek revenge.
But!
None of it mattered now because the power of the Blood God had already returned to him.
Standing on the altar, Deacon Frost withdrew his arms, took a deep breath, and his eyes turned infinitely blood-red as if boundless blood flowed within, and once again met Hawk's eyes.
With the power of the Blood God coursing through him, making him feel capable of destroying everything, Deacon Frost snorted.
"So, what do you want?"
"To kill you!"
Hawk smiled, eyes crimson.
...