The Advantage Is Mine

Deacon Frost looked at Russell, who had charged into the Blood Clan, and sneered.

Did he think he was Blade?

Even Blade had to flee in disgrace when faced with a swarm of Blood Clan members charging him at once.

If the Blood Clan had not been receiving our god's blessings in the hall and unwilling to give chase, Blade might not have escaped either.

Deacon Frost was in an excellent mood.

A thousand Blood Clan members with near-undying bodies—the advantage was mine!

"Bang!"

Russell threw a full-force punch at the Vampire ahead of him, unleashing thirty-one tons of force.

In an instant, a cloud of blood mist burst apart.

The surrounding Vampires were briefly frightened, then charged forward again without fear of death.

How was this man even fiercer than Blade? But it did not matter.

The Blood Clan had undying bodies—the advantage was mine!

Russell took a moment to glance at the Attribute Panel, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

Lifespan Points +30.

The Vampire Warriors surging toward him like a tide suddenly looked adorable in Russell's eyes.

Moving Lifespan Points, here I come!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Everywhere Russell passed, clouds of blood mist exploded.

Compared with Vampires, the Newborn Vampires had gained enormous improvements in every attribute.

But compared to Russell, they were far too slow and their Physique far too frail.

As for strength? He had not been hit, so he did not know.

In one minute, Russell blew apart seventy-six Blood Clan members, and seventy-six clouds of blood mist burst one after another.

It was as if a rain of blood had fallen. The surrounding ground was dyed red, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

There was no longer a single Blood Clan member around Russell.

Only then did Deacon Frost realize what was happening.

Why had the Blood Clan members who had been blown apart not regenerated?

How had the Blood Clan's Undying Body been broken?

A flicker of fear crossed Deacon Frost's face.

But he knew that now was the time for him, the Vampire Leader, to fight to the death.

It was not just Deacon Frost. On the Helicarrier, Nick Fury, who had been closely watching the battle, was also somewhat surprised when he noticed this.

The intelligence said Kamar-Taj's mages did not fight like this.

Lifespan Points +2288.

Russell could not help but grin.

That grin made Deacon Frost, who was rushing over and preparing for a desperate fight, panic inwardly.

Deep Blue, burn Lifespan!

Without paying much attention to the panel, Russell accelerated after the Blood Clan members fleeing in other directions.

Naturally, Russell had noticed Deacon Frost coming after him.

He was simply worried that blowing Deacon Frost apart would scare the remaining Blood Clan members out of their wits.

If they scattered and fled, Russell would have a hard time chasing them down.

Though their strength differed by dozens of times, their speed gap was only two or threefold.

Russell could not fly. Running on the ground, affected by air resistance and various other factors, it became increasingly difficult to raise his speed.

When he saw Deacon Frost catch up, Russell turned and met him with a punch.

At the instant they made contact, his Perception operated at full capacity, sensing Deacon Frost's strength.

Then he halved his own strength, pretended to be outmatched, and fled toward the Blood Clan ahead.

He was throwing the fight! He was throwing the fight!

Nick Fury on the Helicarrier did not notice it, but the instruments did.

His punches against the other Blood Clan members carried around thirty tons of force, while that last one had carried only around twenty.

Deacon Frost did not have instruments to help him measure it.

His strength was somewhat inferior to mine, and his speed was inferior too.

The advantage was mine!

"Stop him!"

Deacon Frost roared, signaling his men to block Russell.

"Don't come over. I'm just playing with him."

Russell quietly spoke in the Voice Channel, lest the others come over out of concern and ruin his good thing.

The two chased each other at speeds exceeding one hundred meters per second. Every time Deacon Frost caught up, Russell exchanged a few moves with him, then used the force to fling himself away before waiting for him to catch up again.

One chased while the other fled.

Only the other Blood Clan members along the way suffered for it.

"Russell, keep it up. Apply pressure slowly."

It had not come through his earpiece.

It was Master Ancient One!

Deacon Frost's speed and strength began to rise gradually.

Had the Blood God rewarded him with energy again?

Russell was puzzled, but he increased his speed and strength in tandem.

At the same time, Talent 1, Energy Absorption, attempted to draw in a trace of the Blood God's energy.

This energy had been actively sent down by the Blood God, so it took no effort at all to absorb.

But... it gave him indigestion.

Just like the energy he had absorbed during the Panel Upgrade, he could not purify its energy properties and would be affected by it.

What a pity. He could only absorb secondhand energy.

He wondered how much would be lost in the process.

Their chase continued. Gradually, Deacon Frost realized something was wrong.

My strength has doubled from the start. Why is his strength still only slightly weaker than mine?

And without me noticing... more than two hundred clansmen have disappeared.

Altogether, more than three hundred clansmen have already been beaten to death by him.

More importantly, I can feel that my body has reached saturation.

Even if the Blood God sends down more energy, I won't be able to absorb it effectively and improve my Physique.

"Useless trash!"

The Blood God cursed inwardly.

At the beginning of Its descent, It had searched this Apostle's memories and obtained much information.

Deacon Frost possessed outstanding strategy and management skills.

He had ambition and methods. He was a useful pawn.

Though his aptitude was average, the Transcendent was scarce in this world, according to the memories, so he was barely sufficient.

If necessary, It could also elevate the other Blood Clan members under him.

It would merely be more troublesome and consume more energy.

It had simply not expected to encounter such a monster right after the ritual ended.

And this Apostle of Its had foolishly delivered himself to him.

"Run! You are no match for him."

The Blood God's voice sounded in Deacon Frost's mind.

No matter what, It had to preserve this Apostle.

If the Apostle died and the world coordinates were lost, the early investment going to waste would be a minor matter.

Missing the Eternal Authority would be the real disaster.

"Cover me!"

Taking advantage of the opening when Russell was acting and using the force to flee, Deacon Frost escaped in the opposite direction.

He did not lack the resolve to fight to the death, but the man before him was not someone he could defeat merely by fighting desperately.

Besides, he could not defy the Blood God's will.

"Catch up to him and hit him, but don't kill him."

Master Ancient One's voice sounded in Russell's ear again, carrying a hint of excitement.

Something was fishy!

Russell suspected that The Ancient One had orchestrated the situation before him.

He would settle accounts with her afterward.

Russell chased after Deacon Frost.

By now, his Three-Dimensional Attributes had reached sixty-six.

A very auspicious number.

Their roles were completely reversed.

You run, I chase.

Once he caught up, it was Big Hammer 80, Little Hammer 50.

Russell suddenly discovered that hitting Deacon Frost directly gave him Lifespan Points.

If he had known, he would not have acted. He would have just hammered him directly!

Damn it!

Deacon Frost was being beaten so badly that he felt utterly stifled.

The Blood God felt just as stifled.

Deacon Frost was taking particularly severe injuries from the beatings, and only Its timely use of energy kept repairing him.

Its Energy Transmission had only one-tenth efficiency, while the damage from an ordinary punch by Russell required two hundred and fifty units of Its energy to repair.

In other words, every punch Russell threw cost It two thousand five hundred units of energy.

Though Its foundation was vast enough to endure the expense, It was still utterly stifled!

But it did not matter. One of Its Main Combat Incarnations was already heading toward this universe.

If this dragged on, the advantage was mine!