Blood God Descends

"Deacon was right. Besides Blade, someone else had snuck in. Who are you? How dare you ruin Deacon's plans?"

The vampires who rushed in were led by Miss Mercury, a somewhat disfigured Pureblood Vampire. The moment she saw the masked Wang Bert, she angrily shouted. Wang Bert took off his sunglasses and slipped them into his jacket pocket, then pulled down his mask and sighed. "Miss Mercury, you really hurt my feelings. I'm one of your subordinates' subordinates, yet you don't recognize me?"

"Bert!"

James behind Mercury cried out in disbelief. Mercury turned her head and asked with a frown, "You know him?"

"I... I..."

James stammered. If he admitted knowing him, he was dead, wasn't he? "What are you waiting for, James? You were the one who brought me under Deacon's command. You were the one who let me, someone who could only guard the outside, enter the Altar. Do you think they'll spare you? Hurry up and attack!"

As he spoke, Wang Bert pulled a submachine gun from behind his back and fired at them. Two vampires were struck by bullets and instantly turned to ash! Mercury swung her longsword horizontally, blocking an incoming bullet with a clang, then appeared before Wang Bert like a phantom and slashed at his neck like a streak of light. "As expected of a Pureblood—so fast!"

Wang Bert did not dodge. He simply pulled the trigger and fired his submachine gun, looking ready for Mutual Destruction!

Frank had taught him this: on the battlefield, the more afraid you were of dying, the faster you died! Mercury had no choice but to twist aside to evade Wang Bert's bullets. Her blade veered off course, slicing across his front and leaving a long wound from his clothes down to his chest.

This injury was not serious to Wang Bert, because Mercury was using an ordinary blade, not a silver one!

That was only normal. What vampire would carry a weapon that countered themselves? Well, Wang Bert and Blade excluded! Though the injury was minor, it hurt badly. Fortunately, Wang Bert had undergone rigorous training. Enduring the pain, he flung out his tightly clenched left hand at Mercury. Silver powder scattered over her body, and Mercury let out a shrill scream as her body began rapidly dissolving from the skin inward.

It was silver powder, which Wang Bert had secretly grabbed when he put his sunglasses into his pocket earlier.

"Who told you to wear so little?"

Wang Bert ruthlessly pulled the trigger. Bullets poured into Mercury, sending her screaming backward. However, since none hit a vital spot, she did not die and merely fell unconscious on the ground!

While Wang Bert dealt with Mercury, James, the former cowboy, drew his gun and shot down the other two vampires, blasting off their arms as well. However, the two vampires were not dead. They cursed loudly amid the blood!

"Hurry up and finish them off for me!"

James shouted. Wang Bert casually fired two shots to end them. Just as he was about to speak, blood suddenly dripped from above onto his forehead. At the same time, dark clouds covered the sky outside, signaling that the ritual was about to begin! Wang Bert took off his hood and shouted, "James, guard the area! Once I become the Blood God, I won't treat you badly! You'll have all the money you could want!"

"Do I have a choice?"

James gave a bitter smile. He was the one who had let Bert in. Deacon Frost might spare anyone else, but never him. So he could only follow Bert now. He did not seek glory and riches—only survival! Wang Bert no longer had time to care about James. As the ritual began, sinister winds rose around the Altar, chilling everyone to the bone.

At that moment, with a thunderous boom, a massive bolt of lightning descended from the sky outside. It traveled down through the device atop the Altar, lighting up the runes on the walls one after another. At the same time, the light bulbs arranged around the chamber burst in succession with sharp crackling noises! Soon, the lightning reached the twelve pillars. The runes on all twelve pillars lit up at once and, intertwined with the lightning, struck the bound Twelve Elders! The Twelve Elders all let out piercing screams as their bodies turned to ash amid lightning and runes. Only twelve blood-red bats remained where they had stood. The bats screeched strangely as they flew wildly around the hall, repeatedly passing through Wang Bert's body. The sight was exceptionally bizarre and evil! "Come on! I'm going to become the Blood God! I'm going to live an exciting life! I'm going to bask in Sunlight! I'm going to the beach to see bikinis!"

Wang Bert spread his arms and shouted loudly. James beside him was speechless. That was all he aspired to? Had he backed the wrong man? "No, that belongs to Deacon!"

Mercury woke up at that moment. Staring at Wang Bert in the center, she roared unwillingly, but she had no way of stopping what was happening!

"No, it's mine!"

Wang Bert shouted. The twelve blood-red bats flew into his body together and merged with him. He let out a pained roar as his entire body swelled wildly. Yet he did not explode. Instead, he transformed into a mass of constantly swirling blood, looking utterly surreal! In a corner of the Altar, the fleeing Deacon sensed the ritual beginning. Anxious beyond measure, he shouted at Blade, "Blade, the ritual has begun! We have to get over there quickly, or someone will become the Blood God!"

"So that kid's goal was to become the Blood God!"

Blade finally understood, but he did not leave. He continued swinging his short sword at Deacon. "That has nothing to do with me. Right now, all I want is to kill you!"

As Deacon used Blade's sword to fend off the attack—spoils from earlier—he shouted, "Once that guy becomes the Blood God, he'll be invincible. You'll die too! He definitely won't spare you!"

Blade stubbornly replied, "So what? I'll kill you first, then go over!"

"Why are you so damn stubborn?"

Deacon was so furious he nearly coughed up blood. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Blade, I'm actually an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. My mission is to become the Blood God and find out whether the Blood Clan has hidden nuclear bombs. If we don't get there, humanity is finished."

Deacon's words surprised Blade somewhat, but he still did not stop attacking. "I don't know what you're talking about. Also, I've never heard the name S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

S.H.I.E.L.D. was a spy agency under the World Security Council, responsible for managing strange events across the globe. It was highly secretive, so it was perfectly normal that Blade did not know about it. Deacon hurriedly shouted, "Then what about the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division?"

Blade said with a look of disdain, "Never heard of that either. Deacon, you really are lying. What kind of agency would give itself such a long name?"

"I'm not lying. I really am an undercover agent."

Deacon was close to losing his mind. Faced with someone this stubborn, he really was about to cough up blood. He had not lied before. Though he had his own ambitions, he really had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. more than ten years ago as an undercover agent.

At that moment, several vampires rushed out from the side. The shock on their faces showed that they had heard what Deacon had said! The savior of the Half-blood vampires was actually a human undercover agent? That was far too absurd!

If it were true, every Half-blood vampire would become a joke! "Damn it!"

Deacon could no longer worry about exposing himself and cursed loudly, "What are you standing around for? Shoot Blade dead already!"

Deacon's prestige was too great. One vampire instinctively obeyed his command, and a burst of bullets immediately flew toward Blade. Blade hurriedly dodged, and Deacon seized the chance to break away from him and rush toward the hall with the sword in hand.

Inside the hall, as the runes began to dim, Wang Bert returned to human form. With his eyes closed, he felt the surging power inside him. He felt as though he had already become invincible and nearly wanted to throw back his head and laugh!

"This Blood God is even stronger than I imagined, and he's immortal."

Wang Bert was overjoyed. The Blood God was actually a mass of essence blood left behind by Dracula, the Progenitor of vampires. Dracula's ability was immortality—absolute immortality. Not even cosmic gods could kill him. The blood he left behind had also granted Wang Bert immortality! Of course, Wang Bert's immortality was not that powerful. His ability was called Blood River. For every human or vampire he devoured, he gained another life. At the same time, Blood River could help him fight. The more he devoured, the stronger his combat power became!

"In the movie, Deacon never devoured anyone else when he fought Blade. Not only was he at his weakest, he had only one life. That's why he died!"

Wang Bert could not help shaking his head. Poor Deacon—he had an ability that made dying incredibly difficult, yet after becoming the Blood God, he got too inflated and thought he could crush heaven and earth in an instant. In the end, he got himself killed!

"A lesson from the past. I can't be like him!"

Wang Bert's head, which had been overheated by his sudden surge in power, instantly cooled down. After all, he had no desire to become a second Deacon!

Just as he thought of Deacon, Deacon rushed into the hall. Looking at Wang Bert on the platform, he roared, "Thief! The Blood God is mine!"

Wang Bert opened his eyes. They were crimson, like a sea of blood. Deacon's heart skipped a beat, but his shock was immediately replaced by rage. Roaring, he leaped onto the platform, intending to kill Wang Bert and reclaim what belonged to him!

Wang Bert stood still. When Deacon swung his blade down, he flashed like a streak of bloodlight and appeared behind Deacon. Then, he turned his hand into a blade and stabbed it into Deacon's back!

Deacon screamed as the blood within him was frantically devoured by Wang Bert. His strength rapidly drained away, and he could not even hold onto the sword anymore. It fell to the ground with a clang.

Deacon barely turned his head back. Wearing a complicated expression of thirty percent resentment, thirty percent amazement, and thirty percent unwillingness, he asked, "This is the Blood God? So powerful?"

"This is the Blood God!"

Wang Bert spoke inscrutably. In truth, High-Speed Movement consumed an enormous amount of stamina, and in his current condition, he could not use it many times. The Blood God was indeed powerful, but only after devouring enough blood!

"What a pity!"

Deacon left behind those unwilling words before his blood was completely devoured by Wang Bert. Only a dried corpse remained, casually tossed onto the ground. "Deacon!"

Mercury first stared in disbelief, then burst into tears. It was over. Even their savior was dead—the Vampires were completely finished! While James was shocked, his heart was filled with wild joy. It seemed he had made the right bet? After devouring Deacon, fragments of Deacon's memories from before his death appeared in Wang Bert's mind. For example, Deacon Frost had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. at the persuasion of Director Nick Fury, becoming a glorious undercover agent!

This was one of the Blood God's abilities: he could obtain the memories of those he devoured. The stronger they were, the more he could obtain. The current Wang Bert could only acquire a small number of profound memories, which was a good thing for him. If there were too many memories, he would definitely suffer a mental breakdown! "That guy was actually an undercover agent for S.H.I.E.L.D.? No wonder no one stopped his Blood Feast. If I'm not mistaken, the reason he could so easily overthrow the Purebloods was because S.H.I.E.L.D. was secretly helping him!"

Wang Bert suddenly understood. Feeling the power swelling within his body, he nodded to himself. Devouring Deacon had not only made him stronger, it had also given him an extra life!

At that moment, Blade's voice rang out. "So this was your goal? To become the Blood God?"

Wang Bert turned around and saw Blade watching him warily. He had clearly seen the scene of Wang Bert devouring Deacon just now! "Yes!"

Wang Bert did not deny it. He took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and tossed them to Blade. "But I'm still human. I haven't changed, and I won't change."

Blade caught the sunglasses and put them on, then said coolly, "I hope so! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

"You won't get the chance. Besides, you're no longer my match."

Wang Bert smiled smugly. "Forget that. Blade, S.H.I.E.L.D. has forces lying in ambush outside. Come with me through the secret passage. James, you're coming with us too!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Blade asked. "That Deacon said earlier that he was an undercover agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. What kind of organization is that?"

"Deacon was an undercover agent for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Mercury was greatly shocked when she heard that. Then she shouted, "You're talking nonsense! That's impossible! He was the savior of us Vampires!"

"Just a savior propped up by S.H.I.E.L.D. Otherwise, how could a Half-blood like him achieve so much?"

Wang Bert smiled disdainfully. "I don't have time to argue with you. Blade, go bring your mother. We're leaving! S.H.I.E.L.D. may be an organization that protects humanity, but they probably won't be too friendly toward us. Otherwise, they wouldn't have let Deacon deal with you as he pleased!"

"Alright!"

Blade nodded, picked up his sword, and pushed off with both feet to leap to the second floor. Then he used it as a foothold to jump across, leaped upward again, and quickly reached the fifth floor. Moments later, he jumped down with Vanessa in tow. "Let's go!"

Wang Bert led Blade and James toward the secret passage. This passage had actually been secretly arranged by Deacon. He had long harbored ulterior motives toward S.H.I.E.L.D. and had no intention of continuing to be their pawn!

He wanted to become a god—the god of the Blood Clan! In fact, this was also why S.H.I.E.L.D. had not charged in yet. Deacon had made some arrangements to hold them back! "We're leaving too!"

Mercury shouted to several Vampires who had rushed over. She absolutely refused to die like this. She wanted to find out whether Deacon truly was an undercover agent. If he was, then their Blood Clan would become a complete joke! The Vampires immediately picked up Mercury and, under her direction, fled toward another secret passage.

The secret passage Deacon had left behind was guarded by Vampires. When they saw Wang Bert and the others approaching, they hurriedly raised their guns to fire. At that moment, a blood shadow flashed, and Wang Bert appeared among them. The five fingers of his hand turned into blood. With a sweep, the blood shot forth, piercing their bodies like spears and absorbing their blood!

Blade's gaze sharpened at the sight. He said to Wang Bert, "You're very strong now."

"The more blood the Blood God devours, the stronger he becomes. If you want to make a move against me, now is the best time!"

Wang Bert shrugged. "Once I absorb enough blood, no one will be able to kill me. Not even you."

James warily looked at Blade, while also feeling speechless at Wang Bert's behavior. How could he just say something like that out loud? Was there something wrong with his brain? "You haven't committed any crimes, so why would I kill you? Just because you pose a threat?"

Blade shook his head. "When you truly commit a crime, I'll kill you. No matter how strong you become, it'll be the same. I'm Blade, a Vampire hunter. There's only one thing I'm good at in this life: killing Vampires!"

"Blade, I'm starting to like you more and more!"

Wang Bert burst into laughter. If it were S.H.I.E.L.D., they would definitely kill a target that posed a threat. But Blade was not S.H.I.E.L.D. He was Blade, Blade with his own sense of justice in his heart! Blade said coolly, "I don't like men!"

"As if I do!"

Wang Bert withdrew his five fingers, ignored the five Vampires who had become dried corpses, and led Blade and the others away from the altar that had brought about an earth-shattering change in him! When he had come, he was a Vampire. When he left, he was the Blood God!