The vampire Dracula is dead.
The current Dracula belongs to Heaven.
Hawk listened to these words and looked at Blood God Madola's expression, his thoughts racing.
The next second.
He thought of the words of cloning expert Dr. Merrick before he died.
Hawk's eyes narrowed, staring directly at Blood God Madola, who was entirely formed from blood.
"Possession by Heaven?"
"They prefer to describe it as 'conversion,' but yes, possession."
"The Blood Race is the Blood Race, and vampires are vampires. My Dracula was a creature of faith for my Blood Race, but he and his wife died in that fire long ago. The current Dracula is no longer my Dracula but a tool controlled by Heaven to completely extinguish me."
Blood God Madola's words were faint, then he laid bare the events of the past.
The story was mostly consistent with what Mephisto had told Hawk, with just a slight difference.
In Mephisto's story, although he wasn't exactly a good guy, he was a 'sustainable development' kind of bad guy, whereas Yahweh, a lackey of the Celestial God Team, was undoubtedly a villain exploiting resources without care.
Blood God Madola did not deny this point; in his story, Mephisto and Yahweh were never in opposition but were in the same circle, as allies and competitors.
After all, Yahweh and Mephisto both had backing from a unified level of authority.
The Celestial —
Eternal and Death!
In Blood God Madola's story, when Earth fell from the World Tree, not only Yahweh but also various dimensions and civilizations were eyeing Earth.
Mages, witches, druids, and high-tech civilizations.
That's why today Earth hosts so many Extraordinary Creatures and remnants of lost technological civilizations.
Because Earth indeed once blossomed in diverse races.
But...
"Yahweh, in the open, stirred up the great flood."
"After the great flood, Mephisto pretended to be at odds with Yahweh, but in their duel, we dimensions, who wanted to stay out of it, suffered the most."
"When the big shots fight, we small fries got wiped out."
"But my dimension is special."
"As long as the blood sea does not dry up, I will not die."
"As long as someone remembers me, my blood sea will not dry up."
"So to totally annihilate me, Yahweh tore my 'Blood Scripture,' used the Soul of Heaven to control Dracula, changed my Blood Race's name to vampires, trying to completely kill me."
"I am dying."
As Blood God Madola spoke, he projected the true current state of the Blood God Dimension without any reservations.
What Hawk had just seen through that mass of blood was merely the tip of the iceberg of the Blood God Dimension.
Because aside from that part he just saw, the rest of the Blood God Dimension had dried up beyond recognition, leaving only a small patch, roughly the area of a river, struggling to survive.
Moreover, this river of blood was also drying up at a visible speed. Once completely dry, Blood God Madola would meet his end, and the Blood God Dimension would turn into a truly masterless dimension.
Seeing this, Hawk's heart moved, and he instinctively withdrew the Phoenix Fire surrounding Blood God Madola.
But!
"There's no need for that."
"Just now, my lone follower on another planet was also completely eliminated. Right now, the last person who remembered my name, Deacon Frost, is dead as well."
"My life is now irreversible."
Blood God Madola glanced at the retreating Phoenix Fire, chuckled, and turned to look at Hawk: "Do you know why Yahweh insists on my death?"
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Because you are the only one who knows they are not enemies but allies and escaped from them?"
"Not so."
Blood God Madola's lips curled into a smile that seemed genuinely happy: "Because I almost converted Yahweh once, and precisely because of that, he lost Earth, and that's why he is so enraged and wants me dead."
Hawk thought of the scene in the Hell Tavern where Mephisto boasted about defeating Yahweh to seize Earth and realized something upon hearing Blood God Madola's words.
Once again.
Mephisto, that old fox, cannot be trusted, not even a punctuation mark.
Luckily, he never intended to trust Mephisto.
Hawk thought to himself, then looked at Blood God Madola, whose aura was fading, and asked one last question.
"Why tell me?"
"Because..."
Blood God Madola's gaze shifted, landing on Hawk's Netherworld, then back to Hawk.
"Your Life and Death Law's aura has a strong scent of Mephisto."
"A gift from Mephisto."
"Heh, hahaha!"
Blood God Madola seemed to have heard the ultimate joke, looking at Hawk, saying nothing more, just laughing heartily.
Hawk stared at the laughing Blood God Madola for a moment and then seemed to be infected by the laughter, eventually joining in with hearty laughter of his own.
After a while.
Blood God Madola stifled his laughter, looking toward Hawk: "Mephisto, that old fox, never gives out favors unless it benefits him. If you said Yahweh gave it to you, I might believe it, but Mephisto, he would never willingly hand over his authority unless absolutely necessary."
Hawk also restrained his smile and shrugged, "I took it after I killed his son, the Witch Heart Demon."
Anyway, Blood God Madola is nearing the end.
When the time comes, Blood God Madola will die, and it will be a complete death.
After all, even though Dimension Gods are gods, they are not true gods.
Unlike Planet Gods, even if they are killed, their souls will return to the realm of 'Death.' If they can win Death's favor, gaining Death's exemption, there is still a chance of resurrection.
But when a Dimension God dies, they are completely gone.
In the words of the Eastern Country, it means the soul is scattered.
So...
When a person is about to die, their words are kind.
Blood God Madola is almost gone, so Hawk didn't want to play tricks. He simply described how Mephisto first tried to use the Witch Heart Demon as bait to deceive him, attempting to seize his power, only to have Hawk see through it and turn the tables, seizing part of the Life and Death Law from the Hell Dimension, and then using the Four Creators to fuse into his Netherworld.
Blood God Madola's face, growing older, showed a hint of surprise after he listened, but then there was a look of realization.
"I see, so that's why Yahweh would make a comeback."
"Hmm?"
"Yahweh and Mephisto had an agreement. Between the Planet of Life they controlled, if any strong challenger appeared on one side, the other could intervene as a third party, first resolving the challenger, and then re-competing for the ownership of the Planet of Life."
Blood God Madola explained and then shook his head, "I only became aware of this while transferring Yahweh, but unfortunately, I realized it too late."
Hawk also showed a look of realization.
"So..."
"Mephisto said Yahweh was making a comeback, trying to silently integrate souls into his Hell, and then create new Death Angels to replace him..."
"Half true, half false."
Blood God Madola laughed, "However, what do Earth's Death Angels have to do with Mephisto in the Hell Dimension? You don't think that under Mephisto, Earth is the only Planet of Life, do you?"
Hawk shook his head and then turned back to look at Blood God Madola.
At this moment, Blood God Madola's body formed by blood was already on the verge of collapse.
Hawk didn't ask anything else.
Whatever he wanted to know, he already knew.
He just spoke his final words.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
The Blood God Madola, now dried up to just a contour of a face, laughed freely, "Before dying, it's rare to meet another small guy being targeted by Yahweh and Mephisto teaming up, so don't fall into their trap like I did."
Hawk also laughed, "Don't worry, I will avenge you."
Blood God Madola said no more, and under Hawk's gaze, gently closed his eyes.
The next moment.
All the blood on Blood God Madola's face dried up, leaving behind a single drop of blood quietly suspended where Blood God Madola had disappeared.
This is the Blood God Dimension.
Whoever possesses this blood will own the Blood God Dimension and become its new master.
But...
Hawk did not look at the blood, instead, he turned his mind back to reality.
Though it seemed like he had talked with Blood God Madola for a long time, in reality, it was just a blink of an eye.
When he opened his eyes again, he was still in front of the Blade Warrior.
The Blade Warrior was still showing the look of wanting to dodge the ball of blood from before.
The next moment.
Thud!
The Blade Warrior's body finally received the brain's command, leaped to the side, and pounced to the corner.
Hawk turned his head to look at the Blade Warrior sprawled on the ground and couldn't help but laugh.
But he didn't speak to the Blade Warrior; instead, he took a step forward, disappearing from the Blade Warrior's sight.
When Hawk reappeared, he was already back on the ground.
Sharon, who was waiting outside, saw Hawk appear and her eyes lit up.
"Hawk..."
"Done."
Hawk had already put his hands back in his pockets, and he laughed as he looked at Sharon's expectant face, "Blade and that lady doctor are still alive."
Sharon heaved a sigh of relief at these words.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Hawk smiled gently, "There's nothing left for me here, so I'll be leaving."
Sharon nodded.
"Alright, take care."
"Hmm."
"..."