Blood God Descent

Sure enough, he'd been throwing the match before.

Watching Russell chase Deacon Frost across the screen and beat him mercilessly, Nick Fury thought to himself.

But what was his purpose?

"Has the second blockade been completed?"

"Yes, sir," Coulson replied, then added,

"According to Gwen Stacy's intelligence, this defensive line mainly consists of interception cables and capture nets.

"In addition, tests have confirmed that after being injected with a large dose of Anticoagulant, these Blood Clan members will self-destruct and die."

"Good." Nick Fury nodded, then pointed at the map.

"Judging by their movements, Deacon Frost has been trying to rendezvous with the main Blood Clan force. He must be plotting something. We can't let him succeed."

"Tony, Gwen, go support Russell and intercept Deacon Frost. Leave the defensive line to Hill." Nick Fury switched channels.

"Is something wrong on Russell's side?" Gwen asked worriedly.

"That Humor Boy messed up? He was just telling us not to come over."

Despite saying that, Tony immediately piloted his armor toward Russell's position.

Very quickly, Tony realized he had guessed wrong.

Big Hammer 80.

Russell caught up with Deacon Frost once more and slammed a heavy punch into his back.

Like a kite with its string cut, Deacon Frost was sent flying forward. Yet, using that momentum, he widened the distance between himself and Russell.

He had already given up. If he turned around to fight, he would only take a few more hits. Better to just endure it head-on.

But this time, things were different. A red-and-gold robot blocked his path.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Tony raised his hand and fired several miniature missiles at Deacon Frost. Then, under their cover, he charged forward and threw a kick.

"Time to play soccer."

Tony muttered to himself. He planned to treat this vampire leader like a soccer ball and kick him back.

The idea was beautiful. Reality was cruel.

"Get lost!"

Deacon Frost adjusted his posture and took Tony's kick head-on, his body only pausing slightly.

Then he grabbed Tony's foot before it could be retracted and hurled him toward Russell behind him.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

At the same time, several clumps of webbing landed in succession on Deacon Frost's hand and foot joints.

Gwen had arrived just in time, blocking Deacon Frost's path.

Russell flashed aside, dodging the incoming Tony rather than catching him.

Tony could adjust his posture in midair and dissipate the force. Catching him head-on would more easily cause secondary damage.

It definitely wasn't because he wanted to support Gwen first.

After being strengthened by the Blood God several times, Deacon Frost surpassed Gwen in every aspect of physical ability.

After only a few exchanges, Gwen could barely hold on with the aid of her Spider-Sense.

But Gwen had still stopped Deacon Frost, preventing him from getting away.

Russell arrived.

This time, he would give him something brutal.

The invisible power inside him gathered in his right arm, coiling around his fist.

"Crackle!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a sonic boom, Russell's fist struck the center of Deacon Frost's back.

Invisible energy penetrated inward, wreaking destruction from within.

This time, Deacon Frost had no time to adjust his posture. Russell blasted him into the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The first sound was Deacon Frost's chest exploding.

The second sound was Deacon Frost slamming into the ground.

"Whoosh!"

Tony flew his armor back to the battlefield.

At that moment, Russell, Gwen, and Tony surrounded Deacon Frost from the front, rear, and air.

"You have nowhere left to run. Surrender now."

Russell spoke righteously.

It wasn't what Russell truly meant, but the mood was right.

"You think you've already won?"

Deacon Frost said darkly,

"Wherever the Blood God passes, all things become Blood Clan."

"Watch out."

Feeling her Spider-Sense go wild, Gwen hurriedly warned them and retreated at the same time.

"Bang!"

Rather than retreating, Russell advanced. His leg whipped into Deacon Frost, sending him flying far away.

"Boom!"

Endless blood-red energy erupted from Deacon Frost's body, spreading outward and contaminating everything around it without restraint.

"What is that?"

Tony asked in alarm.

He did not possess the reaction speed of Russell or Gwen.

If Russell had not kicked Deacon Frost away in time, he would have been exposed to that blood-red energy.

"Pure Blood God's Power," Russell explained.

"It can transform other living beings into Blood Clan."

"Then just now..."

"Yeah. Your guess was right."

Tony's face turned ashen. He had no desire to become some neither-human-nor-ghost thing.

"My power does not end there."

Deacon Frost—no, the Blood God—said,

"I can also continuously strengthen the Blood Clan until they reach their limits."

At some point, the other Blood Clan had abandoned their assault on the defensive line and turned back to gather around the Blood God.

As if confirming the Blood God's words, the auras of the Blood Clan around him continued to grow stronger.

"This body's aptitude is mediocre. Even strengthened to its limit, it is no match for you.

"But what about seven hundred Blood Clan strengthened to their limits, superhuman?"

The Blood God's tone contained no emotion, as though he were merely stating a truth.

"Leave. Once I have achieved my goal, I will depart on my own. At that time, I will no longer interfere with matters in your universe.

"Otherwise, I will strengthen these seven hundred Blood Clan to their limits. I will kill you, then complete what I came here to do."

Russell and the other two fell silent. On the Helicarrier, Nick Fury, who had been watching the entire time, also fell silent.

Strengthen seven hundred Blood Clan to their limits across endless spacetime and dimensions?

Who was he trying to scare?

If it were in the Blood God's own dimension, Russell believed he could do it.

But here...

Russell carefully sensed the flow of the Blood God's energy.

The 700 Blood Clan were absorbing roughly 9,000 units of energy per second.

No, it was the Blood God transmitting roughly 9,000 units of energy per second.

Ever since the Blood Clan had gathered around the Blood God, his energy had stopped expanding outward.

Moreover, he seemed unable to effectively control that energy.

Let's test it.

And see how much I can gain by blowing one up after it absorbs this energy.

Actions followed thoughts. Russell swiftly charged into the Blood God's energy field, blew up a Blood Clan member, then quickly rushed back out.

+184.

Russell did the math in his head.

The coefficient was around 0.2.

For every unit of Blood God energy absorbed by a Blood Clan member, it could provide me with 0.2 units of energy.

Too bad directly absorbing the Blood God's energy had side effects that were too severe.

If I put on an act and drag this out a little longer, that would be a sizable amount of energy.

"Put on an act and drag this out a little longer."

The Ancient One's voice once again sounded beside Russell's ear. The excitement and joy in his voice could no longer be concealed.

"Russell, can you get close to the Blood God and kill the other Blood Clan?"

Nick Fury asked.

Russell frowned and did not answer Nick Fury immediately.

He was considering a question.

How could he maximize the gains?