Judgment

The Blood God Lizard let out a shrill scream. His wounds could not heal at all, because jet-black flames were burning upon them.

Andrew took out a cigar and held it between his lips. Then he removed it and blew out a smoke ring. The Black Flame on the Blood God Lizard's wounds flared up, completely engulfing him.

"Wow, this guy is way too cool and badass, isn't he?"

Spider-Man, who was fighting Lizardmen, could not help shouting. The Blood God Lizard had been too much for all of them, yet this man had dealt with him so easily?

The other superheroes were equally stunned. Clearly, this was a major player.

Tony said unhappily, "Who the hell is This Guy? He puts on more of a show than I do?"

Talkative Person Spider-Man asked, "Mr. Stark, does that mean you usually put on an act all the time?"

Tony glanced at Spider-Man and said disdainfully, "Stay away from me. You'll lower my class."

Spider-Man looked at his faded Spider-Man suit, which even had two patches on it, and silently went back to fighting the Lizardmen. Their clothes alone confirmed they were not on the same level.

Seeing Spider-Man's shabby state, Tony felt a little guilty. Of course, apologizing was out of the question. Tony Stark never apologized. He decided to have several polymer suits made for Spider-Man. New York's friendly neighborhood hero was living a truly miserable life.

At that moment, the Blood God Lizard's head broke away from his burning body and fled into the distance. Andrew snorted and controlled the chains to seize the head.

Then Andrew grabbed the Blood God Lizard's head and said, "Look into my eyes."

The Blood God Lizard instinctively looked into Andrew's flame-filled eyes. The next second, countless evil deeds he had committed flooded into his mind.

It was worth mentioning that Deacon himself had no soul, but Doctor Connors did. Their fusion had caused Deacon to be implicated as well, placing him under the Judgment of the Eye of Judgment.

"I actually did so many terrible things."

Before his death, Doctor Connors Regained Consciousness. His heart was filled with remorse, and he chose release. Deacon, however, roared unwillingly, "I did nothing wrong! I am the supreme god! Who dares to judge me?"

No matter how loudly Deacon shouted, it was useless. His sins transformed into Hellfire, burning both him and Doctor Connors's consciousness into nothingness.

Deacon, dead. Doctor Connors, dead.

Andrew nodded in satisfaction and was about to withdraw his power when a figure carrying an intense scent of blood appeared within the Lizard's head. The figure Roared, "You dare ruin my plans? Do you know who I am?"

The newcomer was none other than the Vampire Progenitor Dracula. He had deliberately set up this Blood God scheme, only for it to be destroyed before it had truly begun. Furious, he had descended personally to teach the other party a lesson.

"Who you are isn't important. What matters is whether you know who I am."

Andrew sneered. At the same time, within Dracula's consciousness, Andrew's body expanded without limit, like a giant holding up heaven and earth, while Dracula was merely a tiny ant beneath the giant's feet.

Dracula froze completely, cursing wildly in his heart. A Demon King! This is a Demon King! How did that bastard provoke a Demon King?

"Lord Demon King, sorry for disturbing you. I apologize. I'll get lost immediately."

Without the slightest hesitation, Dracula immediately erased this strand of consciousness. Andrew snorted. At least you were decisive. Otherwise, I would have followed your consciousness and blown up your real body.

At the same time, the Blood God Lizard's body was completely burned into nothingness by Hellfire. Andrew tossed the Lizard's head to Blade and said, "There's Dracula's Origin Blood in there. See if you want it. Don't worry, I've completely erased his consciousness."

"Dracula's Origin Blood?"

Blade was overjoyed and immediately put away the Lizard's head. This thing could help him kill even more Vampires.

Andrew swept his gaze over everyone without greeting them, then climbed onto his Harley motorcycle and left. He was going to take Susan for a ride and let her experience racing across land and water.

Watching Andrew's departing back, everyone wore different expressions: reverence, gratitude, and wariness.

"Ghost Rider is stronger than we imagined. If he suddenly turns evil, who will deal with him?"

Veteran paranoid Nick Fury's eyes flickered. He shouted to the crowd, "All right, Deacon Frost is dead. Put some effort into dealing with the remaining Lizardmen and Vampires. Let's end this damned night once and for all."

"It's time to end it."

Tony nodded. Just as he was about to act, he noticed the black-suited figures and those robots retreating. He could not help asking, "Who exactly are you? And why do you know about my father?"

"When you're not so pathetic, I'll tell you who I am. Oh, and remember to get a physical. You're nearly forty and still don't even have a child. Howard is very angry down there."

Howard called out once, then vanished into the distance alongside the robots.

"What does whether I have children have to do with you? And I'm perfectly normal."

Tony was so furious his nose nearly twisted out of shape, especially with everyone else looking at him suspiciously. Come to think of it, there had never been rumors of Tony having an illegitimate child, had there? Could it be...

Nick Fury shouted unhappily, "Focus on the job."

Everyone shrugged and sped up their Clean Up of the Lizardmen and Vampires. At that moment, a cloud of blue mist suddenly blossomed in the sky, then swiftly spread across all of New York.

The instant they came into contact with the blue mist, the Lizardmen collapsed in agony. Then their Lizard bodies faded away as they gradually returned to normal humans.

Obviously, the blue mist was the antidote—while they had been fighting, Gwen had recreated it and released it through the equipment.

With the Lizardmen gone, the remaining Vampires were nothing to worry about. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Tony said, "That girl is pretty good. Calm and decisive. I'm going to invite her to work at Stark Industries."

Whistler said contemptuously, "Try accumulating some virtue. Stop ruining young girls."

Tony snapped, "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Everyone said in unison, "Yes!"

This time, Tony's nose really did twist out of shape from anger. He stormed off to deal with the other Vampires.

Whistler and Blade were also preparing to leave when Barton stepped forward and said, "You two, S.H.I.E.L.D. would like to invite you to join our team."

"I've fought Vampires for most of my life. Do you know why I've survived this long?"

Whistler looked at Barton and cursed, "Because I never work with idiots. Your S.H.I.E.L.D. is idiotic even among idiots."

Barton was somewhat embarrassed. He wanted to explain, but Whistler used his single arm to carry Blade away through the air.

Nick Fury hesitated, but he did not order anyone to track Whistler and Blade. He shouted, "Before dawn, clean up every Vampire in New York City."

"Yes, Director."

The agents answered loudly. At that moment, the Deathstroke of North American Vampires was officially sounded.

On the rooftop of the Osborn Building, Gwen sighed in relief when she saw the equipment successfully release the antidote. At that moment, she felt something bite her neck. She reached up to swat it, but hit nothing.

Gwen did not think much of it. She only hoped everything would settle down soon, after all, she bore some responsibility for the Lizard Potion as well.