Deacon Frost rose to power.
Deacon Frost died.
It was quick.
In the blink of an eye, as the Phoenix Ray struck the altar, at the moment it landed on Deacon Frost, who had bared his fangs and was ready to realize his ideal of Vampire supremacy and great ambitions.
Deacon Frost was vaporized on the spot.
He was no different from anyone else.
No, there was a difference.
The heat in Hawke's eyes slowly cooled, and his gaze fell on the blood left behind after Deacon Frost was vaporized on the spot.
It seemed to be a mass of blood with a life of its own.
The blood floated above the altar, twisting, grotesque, and wriggling.
Hawke's eyes were thoughtful, his six senses perceiving, through this distorted, wriggling mass of blood, what seemed to be a World of fresh blood behind it.
Just then.
Footsteps came from behind him.
Hawke came back to his senses and turned to look.
Before his eyes.
A Black man, also shirtless, with needle marks on both arms, looking very weak, and with thick, sausage-like lips, appeared in his line of sight.
Blade, who had broken free with the help of the Doctor and rushed over immediately to stop Deacon Frost's evil dream, looked at Hawke in front of him and also stopped.
Blade held his long sword, his face vigilant as he watched Hawke.
"Who are you!"
"...S.H.I.E.L.D. is waiting for you outside, you can leave."
Hawke glanced at the speaking Blade, not interested in talking to him, and after casually saying a word, he withdrew his gaze, and after stepping his right foot forward, he was already on the altar where the mass of blood floated.
Once again.
He wasn't fond of Super Heroes.
What's more, this so-called Super Hero was also Black-skinned.
When he was cleaning this underground ancient castle just now, he didn't clean up Blade and that Doctor entirely out of consideration for Sharon.
Let's put it this way.
If Sharon hadn't mentioned it just now, he would have cleaned up Blade and that Doctor along with everything else when he was cleaning.
It was just a matter of convenience.
But since Sharon spoke, as a friend, he had to give her face.
So—
Compared to Blade, it was the blood floating in mid-air that interested Hawke more.
He could feel that this seemingly living blood seemed to be connected to a Dimension.
And as energy continuously overflowed from the Dimension, the mass of blood in front of him also began to gradually grow larger and more restless.
The next second.
Hawke's body moved to the side.
Whoosh!
The blood, which had been floating in front of him and had grown to the size of a water-filled container, whistled past Hawke, heading towards Blade, who hadn't left but had followed Hawke in.
If Blade were at his peak, with speed no different from a pure-blood Vampire, it would be easy for Blade to dodge.
But now, with most of his blood drained, Blade, seeing the blood that had shot in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, his mind reacted, but his body couldn't keep up, and he could only watch with constricted pupils as the blood was about to hit him.
But that was impossible.
"Rumble!"
Hawke's figure flashed, appearing directly in front of Blade, and this time it was the blood mass's turn, unable to dodge, it crashed into Hawke's body, then rumbled and completely submerged into Hawke's body.
But he wasn't kind-hearted.
There was only one reason why Hawke stood in front of Blade.
This thing was his trophy.
His trophy, of course, belonged to him, and besides, even if he didn't want it, he wouldn't give it to a Black person.
What was he thinking?
Gurgle!
In Hawke's Little Universe, the mass of blood, which had originally intended to go for Blade but ended up crashing into Hawke's body and being completely absorbed by Hawke because of his speed, made gurgling sounds as it appeared in the Little Universe.
The moment the blood appeared in the Little Universe, this seemingly living mass of blood seemed to pause, then its restlessness intensified, attempting to invade its surroundings.
But just as this mass of blood began to stir.
The Phoenix unleashed its power!
The Phoenix Shadow, enveloping the entire Universe, began to emerge, and with its emergence, crimson Fire appeared around this restless mass of blood.
In an instant.
The blood began to boil.
Just then, an old, weak voice suddenly emerged from the boiling blood.
"Stop!"
"Whoosh!"
Accompanied by the cry of the Phoenix, Hawke's mind projected, a slight smile on his lips, as he looked at the mass of blood surrounded by his Phoenix Fire: "I thought you weren't going to speak."
Hawke's words fell.
The blood began to wriggle, and then a humanoid outline made entirely of blood appeared, the blood began to solidify, and the humanoid gradually became clear.
The next second.
A man, ordinary-looking, with an aged face, appearing as if he would die the next second, appeared before Hawke.
Hawke looked at the man made entirely of blood, raising an eyebrow.
"Blood God Madora?"
"Yes."
The man... Madora did not deny his identity.
"Hiss!"
"It really is him."
"The true origin of the Dracula Vampire lineage."
Hawke raised an eyebrow, then looked thoughtfully at Madora, who was entirely composed of fresh blood: "Who beat you into this state? You look like you're about to kick the bucket, Madora."
Yes.
Although the Madora in front of him was made of fresh blood.
But the aura couldn't change a person, especially the Dimensional aura.
If Mephisto's Hell Dimension aura made people feel disgusted but extremely vast, then Blood God Madora's Blood God Dimension aura made people feel a sense of decay.
Even Madora himself, in front of him, was like that.
He gave Hawke the feeling that he was about to die the next second.
Hawke initially thought this aura was a disguise.
This was also why he didn't touch the blood on the altar immediately.
He couldn't confirm at the time whether the aura of the space behind the blood, which felt like an ownerless Dimension, was a disguise.
If he had acted rashly at that time, he might have been caught off guard.
But the moment the blood rapidly shot towards Blade, Hawke confirmed one thing.
This aura was not a disguise.
This Blood God Dimension was truly on the verge of becoming an ownerless Dimension, and its former ruler, Blood God Madora, was about to meet the end of his life.
Now!
Sure enough.
"Jehovah."
"..."
Hawke's eyebrows twitched as he heard the name Blood God Madora spoke.
"Who?"
"Jehovah wounded me."
Blood God Madora glanced at Hawke and said in a deep voice: "During the conflict between Jehovah and Mephisto back then, I was inadvertently caught in it and was wounded by Jehovah with his Archangel Sword. Since then, I have been in slumber, trying to recover."
Unfortunately, it was useless.
Mephisto was backed by the Creator God, Death!
Jehovah was backed by the Celestials, created by the Creator God, Eternity!
And Madora... he had nothing.
It was like Wang Laoji and Jiaduobao fighting, and Heqizheng getting hurt in the end.
Here, Blood God Madora was that Heqizheng.
Back then, Mephisto and Jehovah vied for Earth, both using every means possible, and Jehovah even launched a Holy Inquisition.
Countless Demons and Hell Witches hidden among humans were sought out and burned by Paladins, while Vampires also hidden among humans suffered undeserved calamity.
It is well known.
The legend of Dracula can be said to be one of the earliest among humans.
Therefore, Blood God Madora's losses were quite severe.
Here it is.
When Blood God Madora heard that his followers were inexplicably dragged into this war between Heaven and Hell, he appeared in a rage, intending to demand an explanation from Jehovah.
The result—
Hawke, hearing this, already guessed what would happen next and chuckled: "Then you were stabbed by Jehovah?"
Blood God Madora looked at Hawke expressionlessly.
"Mephisto stabbed me."
"...Wait."
Hawke's eyebrows twitched.
"Mephisto?"
"Yes, at that time, Jehovah restrained my limbs, preventing me from turning into blood, and Mephisto seized the opportunity to grab Jehovah's Archangel Sword and pierce my heart."
"Hiss!"
Hawke, hearing this, involuntarily took a sharp breath.
"Aren't Jehovah and Mephisto mortal enemies?"
"Heh heh!"
Blood God Madora's gaze fell on the farthest edge of Hawke's Little Universe, the Underworld, then he looked thoughtfully at Hawke: "Mephisto told you that, did he also tell you that he defeated Heaven?"
Hawke met the half-smile on Blood God Madora's face, his thoughts racing.
"You..."
"Because he told me the same thing back then."
Blood God Madora snorted coldly: "Mephisto and Jehovah are so close they could share a pair of pants. I believed Mephisto's lies back then, which is why I ended up in this state."
Hawke was silent.
"Mephisto and Jehovah are good friends?"
"They're more than just good friends, they're allies. Any life Planet where either of them is present eventually ends in destruction."
Blood God Madora sneered, then looked at Hawke.
"Do you know why they conspired to get rid of me?"
"..."
Hawke frowned: "Vampires are immortal?"
Blood God Madora shook his head: "I am the Blood God, and the Bloodline is the name of my clan. 'Vampire' is just a method Jehovah and Mephisto used to try and completely kill me after I escaped, by diluting my existence, thereby utterly destroying me."
Speaking of which.
Blood God Madora's lips curved into an unpleasant smile.
"They were indeed close to succeeding."
"If no one remembers who I am, it won't be long before I truly die."
"After all, my bloodline has already been..."
"Wait."
Hawke, hearing this, raised an eyebrow and looked at Blood God Madora: "Dracula, I remember he was your follower, right?"
Blood God Madora glanced at him.
"My Dracula is dead. The current Dracula, he belongs to Heaven."
"..."
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