Chapter 554: Mephistopheles Whose Punctuation Marks Cannot Be Trusted (First Update!)

The vampire Dracula is already dead.

The current Dracula belongs to Heaven.

Hawk heard this sentence, then looked at the expression of the Blood God Madora, his thoughts racing rapidly.

The next second.

He thought of the words of the cloning expert Dr. Malick before his death.

Hawk's pupils contracted, gazing into the eyes of the Blood God Madora, who was completely condensed from blood before him.

"Heaven's possession?"

"They prefer to call it 'conversion,' but yes, possession."

"The Blood Clan is the Blood Clan, vampires are vampires. My Dracula was a Blood Clan creature who believed in me, but he and his wife died long ago in that great fire. The current Dracula is no longer my Dracula; he is merely a tool controlled by Heaven, used to kill me completely."

The Blood God Madora's voice was faint and ghostly as he then revealed the entire sequence of events from that year.

The story was largely consistent with what Mephistopheles had told Hawk, with only a slight difference.

In Mephistopheles' story, although he was no good man, he was the kind of villain who practiced 'sustainable development,' whereas Yahweh, a lackey of the Celestial Group, was a thoroughgoing villain who practiced draining the pond to catch the fish.

The Blood God Madora did not deny this; in his story, Mephistopheles and Yahweh were never adversaries, but rather belonged to the same circle, allies who were also in competition with one another.

After all, both Yahweh and Mephistopheles had a backer of the same unified rank behind them.

The Creator Deities—

Eternity and Death!

In the Blood God Madora's story, when Earth fell from the World Tree, it was not only Yahweh who coveted Earth; various other dimensions and civilizations also coveted it.

Mages, witches, druids, and hyper-technological civilizations.

This is the reason why the present-day Earth possesses so many supernatural creatures and lost technological civilizations.

Because the Earth of the past indeed saw a hundred flowers blooming.

But...

"Yahweh was in the open, unleashing the Great Flood."

"After the Great Flood, Mephistopheles pretended to be in an irreconcilable struggle with Yahweh, but in reality, during their duel, we dimensions, who originally intended to stay out of it, suffered the heaviest injuries."

"The eldest and the second fought, and as a result, we, the third-born, were wiped out."

"But my dimension was the most 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 completely eliminate me, Yahweh tore up my 'Blood Scripture,' used the Soul of Heaven to control Dracula, tampered with the name of my Blood Clan, and labeled them 'vampires,' attempting to kill me completely."

"I am dying."

As the Blood God Madora spoke, he projected the true image of his current Blood God Dimension without any reservation.

What Hawk had just seen through that mass of blood was merely the tip of the iceberg of the Blood God Dimension.

For apart from that small corner just seen, the rest of the Blood God Dimension had long since dried up beyond recognition, leaving only a tiny patch, roughly the size of a river, gasping for breath.

Moreover, the blood of this river was also drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye; once it dried up completely, the Blood God Madora would meet his end, and the Blood God Dimension would become a truly ownerless dimension.

Seeing this, Hawk's mind shifted, and he instinctively withdrew the Phoenix Fire surrounding the Blood God Madora.

But!

"There is no need for that."

"Just now, my believers, who existed only on another planet, were completely eliminated. At present, even the last person who remembered my name, Deacon Frost, has died."

"My life is now irreversible."

The Blood God Madora looked at the Phoenix Fire moving away from him, laughed, and then looked at Hawk: "Do you know why Yahweh insists on my death?"

Hawk's sword-like eyebrows raised.

"Because you are the only one who knows they are not enemies but allies, and who escaped from their hands?"

"No."

The Blood God Madora's lips twitched, revealing a smile that looked genuinely happy: "Because I once almost converted Yahweh, and precisely because of that, he lost Earth, and precisely because of that, he is so furious and wants to kill me."

Hawk thought back to the scene in the Hellish Tavern earlier, where Mephistopheles had boasted about defeating Yahweh and seizing Earth in a passing remark; hearing the Blood God Madora's words, he finally understood.

Once again.

Mephistopheles, that old scoundrel, not a single punctuation mark can be trusted.

Fortunately, he had never intended to trust Mephistopheles in the first place.

Hawk thought this, then looked at the Blood God Madora, whose aura had already begun to gradually weaken, and asked his final question.

"Why tell me?"

"Because..."

The Blood God Madora's gaze shifted, landing on Hawk's Underworld, then looking at Hawk.

"The aura of your Law of Life and Death has a strong flavor of Mephistopheles."

"Mephistopheles gave it to me."

"Heh, hahaha!"

The Blood God Madora seemed to have heard some supreme joke; looking at Hawk, he said nothing, laughing continuously.

Hawk looked at the laughing Blood God Madora, gazed at him for a while, then seemed to be infected by the laughter, and finally laughed heartily as well.

After a while.

The Blood God Madora reined in his smile, looked at Hawk, and said: "That old scoundrel Mephistopheles is the type who only takes in and never gives out. If you said Yahweh gave it to you, I might believe it, but Mephistopheles, unless he is desperate, would certainly not hand over his authority."

Hawk also reined in his smile and shrugged: "I took it after killing his son, the Witch Heart Demon."

In any case, the Blood God Madora was already nearing his end.

When the time comes, Blood God Madora will die, and it will be a thorough, absolute death.

After all, though Dimensional Gods are gods, they are not true gods.

Unlike Planet Gods, even if they are killed, their souls return to the realm of 'Death'; if they can please 'Death' and gain 'Death's' exemption, they still have a chance to be resurrected and return.

But when a Dimensional God dies, they are dead.

To put it in the language of the Eastern Kingdom, their soul and spirit scatter to the winds.

So...

When a person is about to die, their words are kind.

With Blood God Madora on the verge of death, Hawk had no desire to play any tricks; he simply recounted how Mephisto had first tried to use the Witch-Heart Demon as bait to trick him into a trap, attempting to seize his authority, only to be exposed by Hawk, who then snatched a portion of the Life and Death Laws of the Hell Dimension, and finally used the Four Creation Demons to fuse into his own Underworld.

After hearing this, the expression on Blood God Madora's face, which was gradually growing old, turned somewhat shocked, but soon a look of realization appeared on his face as well.

"So that is why Jehovah is making a comeback."

"Hmm?"

"Jehovah and Mephisto had an agreement: between the life planets controlled by the two, if a powerful challenger appears on either side, the other may intervene as a third party, first eliminate that challenger, and then resume the struggle for ownership of the life planet."

Blood God Madora spoke thus, then shook his head: "I only learned this during the process of transforming into Jehovah. Unfortunately, I knew too late."

Hawk also wore an expression of realization.

"So..."

"Mephisto said Jehovah is making a comeback, trying to let souls silently merge into his Hell, then create new Death Angels to replace him..."

"Half true, half false."

Blood God Madora laughed: "However, what do the Death Angels of Earth have to do with Mephisto of the Hell Dimension? You wouldn't think Mephisto has only Earth as a life planet under his command, would you?"

Hawk shook his head, then looked back at Blood God Madora.

At this moment, the body already formed from coagulated blood of Blood God Madora was teetering on the brink of collapse.

Hawk asked nothing more.

If he wanted to know, he already knew.

He only spoke one final sentence.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

Blood God Madora, now dried to the point where only the outline of his face remained, laughed freely: "Before dying, it is rare to meet a young one once again targeted by the combined forces of Jehovah and Mephisto, so, do not fall for their schemes as I did."

Hawk also laughed: "Rest assured, I will avenge you."

Blood God Madora said no more; under Hawk's gaze, he slowly closed his eyes.

The next second.

The blood on Blood God Madora's face also dried up completely, leaving only a crimson drop of blood silently suspended above the spot where Blood God Madora had vanished.

This is the Blood God Dimension.

Whoever possesses this drop of fresh blood will possess the Blood God Dimension and become the new Lord of the Blood God Dimension.

But...

Hawk did not look at this drop of fresh blood; instead, his spirit ascended, instantly returning to reality.

Though his conversation with Blood God Madora seemed to have lasted a long time, in reality, it was merely the blink of an eye.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still standing before Blade.

Blade was even still maintaining the expression of trying to dodge that blood clot just now.

The next second.

Thud!

Blade's body finally received the command from his brain, leaped to the side, and threw himself aside.