Chapter 552

In the blink of an eye, the moment Hawk's Phoenix Ray lands on the altar, on Deacon Frost, who has opened his fangs and is preparing to realize his ideal of vampire supremacy and great ambition.

Deacon Frost is vaporized on the spot.

There is no difference from the others.

No, there is a difference.

The heat in Hawk's pupils slowly cools down, and his gaze falls on the blood left behind after Deacon Frost was vaporized on the spot.

That seems to be a ball of blood with its own life.

The blood is suspended above the altar, twisting, strange, and squirming.

Hawk's eyes are thoughtful, his sixth sense perceiving a world of blood behind this twisted and squirming blood.

Just then.

Footsteps sound behind him.

Hawk snaps back to reality and turns his head to look.

In sight.

Also with his upper body bare, two arms with needle holes, looking like a very weak black man with thick sausage lips, appears in his sight.

Blade, who broke free from his restraints with the help of a female doctor and rushed over in the first instance, preparing to stop Deacon Frost's evil dream, looks at Hawk, who has appeared in front of him, and also stops his footsteps.

Blade holds his long sword, looking at Hawk with a vigilant expression.

"Who are you!"

"... S. H. I. E. L. D. people are waiting for you outside, you can go."

Hawk glances at Blade, who spoke, has no interest in talking to Blade, says casually, then looks away, and after taking a step with his right foot, he has already appeared on the altar where a ball of blood is suspended.

Once again.

He doesn't have a crush on superheroes.

What's more, this so-called superhero also hopes to wear sunglasses late at night.

When cleaning up this underground castle just now, not cleaning up Blade and that female doctor was entirely for Sharon's sake.

Let's put it this way.

If Sharon hadn't mentioned it just now, he would have cleaned up Blade and that female doctor together during the cleanup.

It was just a matter of convenience.

But since Sharon spoke up, as a friend, he still has to give face.

So—

Compared to Blade, the blood suspended in mid-air in front of him makes Hawk more interested.

He can feel that this ball of blood, which seems to have life, seems to be connected to a dimensional space.

And with the energy constantly overflowing from the dimensional space, the ball of blood in front of him also begins to gradually become stronger and restless.

The next second.

Hawk's figure moves to one side.

Whoosh!

The blood, which was originally suspended in front of him and became the volume of being filled with water, whizzes past Hawk and rushes toward Blade, who hasn't left but instead followed Hawk in.

If it were Blade in his prime, relying on speed no different from a pure-blood vampire, it would be very easy for Blade to dodge.

But right now, Blade, who has been drained of most of his blood, looks at the blood that has rushed in front of him in the blink of an eye; his brain reacts, but his body can't, so he can only contract his pupils, looking at Blade who is about to hit him.

But that's impossible.

"Rumble!"

Hawk's figure flashes, appearing directly in front of Blade; this time it's the blood ball's turn, which can't dodge in time and hits Hawk's body, and then rumbles and disappears into Hawk's body.

But he isn't kind-hearted.

There is only one reason why Hawk blocked in front of Blade.

This thing is his trophy.

His trophy naturally belongs to him; besides, even if he didn't want it, he wouldn't give it to anyone, let alone this guy wearing sunglasses.

What are you thinking.

Gurgle!

In Hawk's small universe, the blood ball, which originally wanted to find Blade but hit Hawk's body because Hawk's speed was too fast, and was then completely absorbed by Hawk, appears in the small universe with a gurgling sound.

The moment the blood appears in the small universe, the ball of blood, which seems to possess life, seems to pause, then its restlessness intensifies, attempting to invade the surroundings.

But the moment the blood begins to be restless.

The Phoenix shows its power!

The Phoenix phantom covering the entire universe begins to emerge, and with the emergence of the Phoenix phantom, crimson flames appear around this restless blood.

In an instant.

The blood begins to boil.

Just then, an old and weak voice abruptly comes out from the boiling blood.

"Stop!"

"Whoosh!"

Accompanied by the cry of the Phoenix, Hawk's mind projects over, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, looking at the ball of blood trapped by his Phoenix fire: "I thought you didn't intend to speak."

Hawk's words fall.

The blood begins to squirm, and then, a human outline composed entirely of blood appears, the blood begins to solidify, and the human form gradually becomes clear.

The next second.

A man who looks ordinary, with an old face, and looks like he's about to kick the bucket in the next second, appears in front of Hawk.

Hawk looks at this man who is composed entirely of blood and raises his eyebrows.

"Blood God Madora?"

"Yes."

The man... Madora doesn't deny his identity.

"Hiss!"

"It really is him."

"The true source of the Dracula vampire lineage."

Hawk arches his eyebrows, then looks thoughtfully at Madora, who is composed entirely of blood: "Who beat you into this state, you look like you're about to hang, Madora."

Yes.

Although the Madora in front of him is made of blood.

But the breath can't change a person, especially the dimensional breath.

If Mephisto's hell dimension breath makes people feel disgusted but extremely majestic, then Blood God Madora's Blood God dimension breath makes people feel a sense of decay.

Even the Madora in front of him is like this.

He gives Hawk the feeling that he's about to die in the next second.

Hawk originally thought this breath was a disguise.

This is also why he didn't touch the blood on the altar in the first instance.

He couldn't confirm at the time whether the breath of the dimensional space that the blood was connected to was a disguise.

If he had acted rashly at the time, he might have capsized in the gutter.

But the moment the blood rushed toward Blade, Hawk confirmed one thing.

This breath isn't a disguise.

This Blood God dimension is really about to become an ownerless dimension, and the former master of this Blood God dimension, Blood God Madora, is also about to welcome the end of his life.

Right now!

Sure enough.

"Jehovah."

"..."

Hawk hears the name spoken by Blood God Madora and arches his eyebrows.

"Who?"

"Jehovah hurt me."

Blood God Madora glances at Hawk and says in a deep voice: "Back then, I was inadvertently involved in the struggle between Jehovah and Mephisto, and was cut by Jehovah with his Archangel Sword. Since then, I have been sleeping, trying to recover."

Unfortunately, it's useless.

Behind Mephisto stands the creation deity "Death"!

Behind Jehovah stands the "Celestial Group" created by the creation deity "Eternity".

And Madora...

He has nothing.

It's like two major herbal tea brands fighting, and the one who gets hurt in the end is the third brand.

Here, Blood God Madora is that third brand.

Back then, Mephisto and Jehovah fought for the Earth, and both used every means possible; Jehovah even launched a Holy Judgment movement.

Countless demons and hell witches hidden in the human world were found and burned to death by the holy knights, and those vampires who were also hidden among humans suffered an innocent disaster.

As everyone knows.

The legend of Dracula can be said to be the earliest among humans.

Therefore, the loss of Blood God Madora is quite heavy.

Isn't it.

When he heard that his believers were innocently involved in this war between heaven and hell, the angry Blood God Madora appeared immediately, wanting Jehovah to give an explanation.

Result—

Hawk hears this and has already guessed what happened next, laughing: "And then you were stabbed by Jehovah?"

Blood God Madora looks at Hawk with an expressionless face.

"The one who stabbed me was Mephisto."

"... Wait."

Hawk arches his eyebrows.

"Mephisto?"

"Yes, at that time Jehovah entangled my limbs, making me unable to blood-transform, and Mephisto took the opportunity to grab Jehovah's Archangel Sword and stab through my heart."

"Hiss!"

Hawk hears this and can't help but gasp.

"Aren't Jehovah and Mephisto mortal enemies?"

"Heh!"

Blood God Madora's gaze falls on the Underworld at the very edge of Hawk's small universe, and then looks thoughtfully at Hawk: "Mephisto told you, did he also tell you that he was the one who defeated Heaven?"

Hawk meets the half-smiling expression on Blood God Madora's face, his thoughts racing rapidly.

"You..."

"Because he also said this to me at the time."

Blood God Madora snorts coldly: "Mephisto and Jehovah's relationship is so good that they can wear the same pair of pants. Back then, I believed Mephisto's ghost talk, which is why I ended up in this state."