Chapter 550

The next second.

"Hiss!"

"Ha!"

The moment Hawk steps into the building, two vampires crawling above the main entrance expose their fangs and ferociously pounce toward Hawk, who is right below them.

Hawk looks up, crimson pupils!

Boom!

The moment the two claws are about to touch Hawk's hair, they are vaporized on the spot by the Phoenix Ray, leaving no trace behind.

But...

Although these two vampires are already dead, Hawk's attack hasn't stopped.

In an instant.

Inside the building, crimson light illuminates the entire building.

The S. H. I. E. L. D. agents outside the building look with dull expressions at the crimson light constantly flashing like lights inside the building.

Just then.

Sharon's voice is transmitted to every S. H. I. E. L. D. agent present through the headset.

"Combat personnel evacuate first."

"Command and logistics also leave in order."

"Shielding protection team, stay put!"

"Yes."

"Received."

"Go go go!"

As Sharon's voice comes, the S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, although very curious about what is happening inside the building, quickly snap back to reality, follow Sharon's instructions, quickly board the vehicles, and evacuate the scene first.

Sharon pulls over a small chair with a backrest, sits on it comfortably, then leans back and watches the vampire building, which is still flashing crimson light, like watching a movie.

She was very nervous at first, afraid that this Deacon Frost would really cause some big incident.

But now...

Nervous?

Nonexistent.

It would be one thing if she were nervous before Hawk arrived.

But if she still needs to be nervous after Hawk arrives, then Hawk would have come for nothing.

Sharon thinks to herself, then raises her eyebrows, and sees a vampire in the distance of the building, with an expression of infinite despair and horror amidst panic, running frantically toward the main entrance.

The next second.

The Phoenix Ray lands on the back of the vampire who has already stepped one foot out of the building.

Pfft!

The vampire is instantly vaporized!

Hawk, floating in mid-air above the building, slowly retracts the Phoenix Ray, and with a pair of pupils that are cooling down at a very fast speed, quickly scans every corner of the building's ground, making a final confirmation.

Soon.

Hawk, after confirming that there is no breath on the ground of the building, lowers his eyes and looks at the ground beneath the building.

His sixth sense, like seawater, quickly and surgingly extends beneath the ground.

Hawk sees an ancient castle hidden beneath the ground of the building, which looks Gothic, gloomy, industrial, cold, and possesses a sense of future technology.

He sees the slaughterhouse in the castle.

In this slaughterhouse, humans are hung upside down like livestock on a moving conveyor chain, in a state of coma or semi-consciousness.

He sees a dance floor similar to a vampire bar.

But this dance floor isn't for dancing; it's more like a swimming pool, filled with thick, dark red blood.

Vampires can socialize, relax, and enjoy themselves directly here.

He also sees the vampires' bedrooms.

No.

To be precise, there are only thirteen bedrooms, and in each of these thirteen magnificent and extremely luxurious bedrooms, there is a low-temperature freezing chamber that looks full of technological sense.

No need to think, these should be the exclusive bedrooms of the thirteen pure-blood vampires.

But right now, there is no sign of a pure-blood vampire in these thirteen bedrooms.

Obviously.

Those thirteen pure-blood vampires have already been slaughtered by Deacon Frost and sacrificed to the Blood God.

This isn't Hawk's speculation.

Because he also saw it.

Right now.

In the ritual hall at the core of the underground castle, twelve pure-blood vampire elders are firmly fixed in their own positions, and on the altar in the middle of the ritual hall, Deacon Frost, with his upper body bare and a perverse expression, is hurriedly chanting some mysterious incantation.

As the incantation is chanted, the expressions of the twelve pure-blood vampires bound in their positions begin to twist, their blood begins to rise, and then with a "pfft," they completely turn into the appearance of blood souls, their flesh bursting while screaming and pouncing toward Deacon Frost on the altar.

One pure-blood vampire after another is constantly crashing into Deacon Frost's body as if being absorbed.

Each impact makes Deacon Frost's figure sway slightly, as if he were really being hit.

But with each sway, the perverse expression on Deacon Frost's face becomes even more perverse.

Deacon certainly knows that his vampire building has been surrounded by S. H. I. E. L. D.

But...

So what.

He has already mastered the method of summoning the power of the Blood God. Once he possesses the power of the Blood God, mere S. H. I. E. L. D. will be nothing but a bunch of weaklings.

As a new generation of vampire, Deacon Frost has great ambitions.

Please.

They are vampires, extraordinary creatures; this world should have been theirs, why should it be given to those weak, pitiful, and useless humans.

Vampires should rule the world.

Unfortunately, his thinking is useless; the thirteen pure-blood vampire elders don't think so. As pure-blood vampire elders who walked out of the old era, they have long lost the heart to strive for progress, have no great ambitions, and are content with a corner.

This makes Deacon Frost feel very disdainful.

But disdainful is disdainful, he doesn't dare to oppose the resolution of the thirteen pure-blood vampire elders.

At least that's how it was before he found the Blood Scripture.

As pure-blood vampires personally converted by the ancestor vampire Dracula, they consider their noble bloodline to be expressed not only in their bloodline, but also because their strength is equally terrifying.

Any pure-blood vampire has the terrifying strength to crush mixed-bloods.

Therefore, if Deacon wants to replace them, he can only act in secret, while accumulating his own strength, and while throwing thirteen low-temperature freezing chambers as gifts to the thirteen pure-blood elders.

Sure enough.

The elders are very happy; after receiving the gifts, they spend most of their time soaking in the low-temperature freezing chambers, and even gave the external power to the thoughtful Deacon.

Since then, Deacon began his own plan.

Find the Blood Scripture, translate the Blood Scripture, and then, summon the power of the Blood God.

The ancestor vampire is just the first vampire, not the source, and the source of Dracula vampires comes from the Blood God Madora.

Deacon wants to summon the Blood God, obtain the power of the Blood God, and then, rule the world.

Right now—

Deacon Frost, who has opened his arms and exposed his upper body, looks at the Blood God dimension that is already looming before his eyes, sees the Blood God surging in the dimension, and his expression is obsessed.

"I'm finally going to succeed!"

"Oh, not bad."

"..."

Deacon Frost, who is immersed in the joy of his impending success, has the smile on his face freeze for a second, and then his gaze falls on the man who is leaning against the door pillar of the hall, clapping for him, not knowing when he arrived.

"Guards!"

"Stop shouting, they've all left, it's just you left."

Hawk looks at Deacon Frost, who is raising his eyebrows, and says with a smile: "A total of 152, right, I didn't miss any, did I?"

Deacon Frost is shocked.

But he isn't panicked.

Because.

He can feel that the power of the Blood God has been summoned by him and is surging into his body continuously.

Just give him some time, just a little time.

Deacon Frost still stands on the altar, looking at Hawk, his tone low and calm.

"Who are you, from S. H. I. E. L. D.?"

"No."

Hawk laughs: "George Stacy is my future father-in-law, you turned him into a vampire without even asking me, I think you're very brave, so I came to see what brave confidence and strength you have."

Deacon Frost hears this and makes eye contact with Hawk.

And then...

"Who is George Stacy?"

"Ha."

Hawk hears Deacon's answer and is directly amused.

Deacon's expression is gloomy.

Since S. H. I. E. L. D. downsized, he could clearly feel the reduction in New York S. H. I. E. L. D.'s power, and at the same time, he knew that S. H. I. E. L. D. had experienced turmoil, which is why he wanted to summon the Blood God at this time.

So, he has been busy with the final work of the Blood God during this time, so he hasn't paid much attention to things outside.

Right now...

It seems that his subordinates have provoked a strong person, and then someone came to the door to ask for trouble.

However!

These are no longer important, because the power of the Blood God has already returned to him.

Deacon Frost, standing on the altar, retracts his arms, takes a deep breath, and his pupils present an infinite blood red, as if infinite blood is flowing in them, and then makes eye contact with Hawk again.

Deacon Frost, who feels that he can destroy the world with the power of the Blood God, sneers.

"So, what do you want?"

"Kill you!"

Hawk smiles, his pupils crimson.