Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 266 A Message from the Blood God Madora (Fourth Update!)

Dicken Frost has risen to prominence.

Dickon Frost is dead.

soon.

In the blink of an eye, as Hawke's Phoenix Ray struck the altar, Dickon Frost, who bared his fangs, ready to realize his vampire supremacy ideals and grand ambitions.

Dickon Frost vaporized on the spot.

There was no difference between them and everyone else.

No, there is still a difference.

Hawke's burning gaze slowly cooled as he looked at the blood left behind after Dickon Frost had vaporized.

It looked like a mass of blood with its own life.

Blood floated above the altar, twisted, bizarre, and writhing.

Hawke's eyes were thoughtful, his six senses perceiving what seemed to be a world of blood behind the distorted, twisting mass of blood.

at this time.

He heard footsteps behind him.

Hawke snapped out of his daze and turned to look.

into the eye.

A black man with thick sausage lips, who was also shirtless and had needle marks on both arms, appeared in his line of sight and seemed quite frail.

Having broken free of his restraints with the help of the female doctor, the Blade Runner, who had rushed over to stop Dickon Frost's evil dream, also stopped in his tracks when he saw Hawke appear before him.

Blade held his longsword, watching Hawke warily.

"Who are you!"

"...The people from S.H.I.E.L.D. are waiting for you outside. You can go now."

Hawke glanced at Blade who had spoken, but had no interest in talking to him. After saying something casually, he looked away and stepped forward with his right foot, already appearing on the altar where a ball of blood was floating.

one more time.

He's not a fan of superheroes.

What's more, this so-called superhero even wants to wear sunglasses late at night.

When we were cleaning up this underground castle, we didn't take care of Blade and the female doctor, entirely out of consideration for Sharon.

Let's say that.

If Sharon hadn't mentioned it, he would have taken care of Blade and the female doctor along with him during the cleanup.

It's just something that happens conveniently.

But since Sharon has spoken up, as a friend, we should still give her face.

and so--

Hawke was more interested in the blood floating in mid-air than the blade.

He could sense that this mass of blood, which seemed to be alive, was connected to a different dimension.

As energy continued to overflow from the dimensional space, the mass of blood before them gradually grew larger and more restless.

next second.

Hawke shifted to the side.

call out!
The blood that had been hovering in front of him, now appearing to be the size of a full-bodied body of water, roared past Hawke and swept towards the Blade Warrior who hadn't left but had instead followed Hawke in.

If Blade were at his peak, with speed comparable to a purebred vampire, dodging would be a piece of cake.

Right now, Blade, who had been drained of most of his blood, saw the blood rushing towards him almost in the blink of an eye. His mind could process it, but his body couldn't. He could only narrow his eyes and watch Blade about to collide with him.

But that is impossible.

"Boom!"

Hawke flashed and appeared directly in front of Blade. This time, the blood clump couldn't dodge and crashed into Hawke's body, then thunderously disappeared into Hawke's body.

But he's not exactly kind-hearted.

There is only one reason why Hawke stood in front of the blade.

This thing was his spoils of war.

His spoils naturally belonged to him. Besides, even if he didn't want them, he wouldn't give them to this guy in sunglasses, no one else would.

What are you thinking about?

Gulu!
In Hawke's cosmos, the blood that was originally going to find Blade was caught off guard because Hawke was too fast and crashed into Hawke's body. The blood that Hawke had absorbed then appeared in the cosmos with a gurgling sound.

The moment the blood appeared in the microcosm, this seemingly living blood seemed to pause for a moment, then its agitation intensified, attempting to invade the surroundings.

But just as this blood began to stir...

The phoenix has unleashed its power!
A phantom of a phoenix, enveloping the entire universe, began to emerge, and as the phantom appeared, crimson flames appeared around this turbulent blood.

In an instant.

My blood started to boil.

Just then, a frail, aged voice suddenly rang out from the boiling blood.

"stop!"

"call out!"

As the phoenix cried out, Hawke's mind projected onto the scene, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked at the mass of blood trapped by his phoenix fire: "I thought you weren't going to say anything."

Hawke finished speaking.

The blood began to pulsate, and then a human-shaped outline made entirely of blood appeared. The blood began to congeal, and the human shape gradually became clearer.

next second.

A man who looked ordinary, with an old face, and who seemed like he was about to kick the bucket appeared in front of Hawke.

Hawke looked at the man in front of him, who was entirely formed from blood, and raised an eyebrow.

"The Blood God Madora?"

"Yes."

The man... Madora did not deny her identity.

"hiss!"

"It's really him."

"The true origin of the Dracula vampire lineage."

Hawke raised an eyebrow, then looked thoughtfully at Madora, who was completely formed from blood: "Who beat you up like this? You look like you're about to die, Madora."

Yes.

Although the Madora before me is made of blood, her aura cannot be transformed into that of a human, especially dimensional aura.

If Mephisto's aura of the hellish dimension is repulsive yet extremely powerful, then the aura of the Blood God Madora's Blood God dimension exudes an aura of decay.

Even Madora in front of us is the same.

Hawke felt as if he were about to die.

Hawke initially thought the aura was a disguise.

This is why he didn't touch the blood on the altar immediately.

At the time, he couldn't confirm whether the aura connecting the blood to what felt like an unclaimed dimension was a disguise.

If we had acted rashly at that time, we might have ended up suffering a disastrous outcome.

But just as the blood rushed toward Blade, Hawke realized something.

This aura is not feigned.

This Blood God Dimension is truly on the verge of becoming a masterless dimension, and the former ruler of this Blood God Dimension, the Blood God Madora, is about to face the end of his life.

at the moment!

as predicted.

"Jehovah."

"..."

Hawke raised an eyebrow as he heard the name spoken by the Blood God Madora.

"Who?"

"The Lord has wounded me."

Madora, the God of Blood, glanced at Hawke and said in a deep voice, "Back then, I was inadvertently drawn into the battle between Jehovah and Mephisto, and Jehovah wounded me with his archangel sword. Since then, I have been in a deep sleep, trying to recover."

Unfortunately, it was of little use.

Behind Mephisto stands the creator god, Death!
Behind Jehovah stand the "Divine Group," also created by the Creator God "Eternity."

And Madora...

He has nothing.

It's like when Wanglaoji and Jiaduobao fought, the one who ended up getting hurt was Heqizheng.

Here, the Blood God Madora is the one who is right.

In the past, Mephisto and Jehovah fought over the Earth, and the two used every means at their disposal. Jehovah even launched a divine judgment movement.

Countless demons and witches hiding among humans were found and burned to death by the paladins, while vampires, who were also hiding among humans, also suffered an undeserved calamity.

Well known.

The legend of Dracula can be said to be one of the earliest among humankind.

Therefore, the blood god Madora suffered extremely heavy losses.

This is not.

Upon learning that his followers had been unwittingly drawn into this war between heaven and hell, the enraged blood god Madora immediately appeared, wanting Jehovah to give him an answer.

result--

Hearing this, Hawke already guessed what was going to happen next, and chuckled: "And then you got stabbed by Jehovah?"

Madora, the Blood Goddess, stared at Hawke expressionlessly.

"It was Mephisto who stabbed me."

"……etc."

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

"Mephisto?"

"Yes, at that time Jehovah bound my limbs, preventing me from bleeding, and Mephisto took the opportunity to grab Jehovah's archangel sword and pierce my heart."

"hiss!"

Upon hearing this, Hawke involuntarily gasped.

"Aren't Jehovah and Mephisto mortal enemies?"

"hehe!"

Madora, the God of Blood, looked down at the Netherworld, the very edge of Hawk's cosmos, and then looked at Hawk thoughtfully: "Mephisto told you that he defeated Heaven, didn't he also tell you that he was the one who defeated Heaven?"

Hawke's thoughts raced as he met the enigmatic smile on the face of the Blood God Madora.

"you……"

"Because he said the same thing to me back then."

Blood God Madora snorted coldly: "Mephisto and Jehovah are so close they could share a pair of pants. I believed Mephisto's lies back then, which is why I'm in this state now."

Hawke was silent.

"Mephisto and Jehovah were good friends?"

"They are more than just good friends; they are allies. As long as there are two of them on any inhabited planet, the final outcome will be destruction."

Madora, the Blood Goddess, sneered, then looked at Hawke.

Do you know why they plotted to get rid of me?

"..."

Hawke frowned: "Vampires are immortal?"

Madora, the God of Blood, shook her head: "I am the God of Blood. Blood Clan is the name of my race. Vampire is just a way for Jehovah and Mephisto to dilute my existence and kill me completely after they saw me escape."

Speaking of it.

The Blood God Madora revealed an ugly smile.

"They are indeed very close to success."

"If no one remembers who I am, it won't be long before I really die."

"After all, my bloodline has already been..."

"and many more."

Upon hearing this, Hawke raised an eyebrow and looked at Madora, the Blood God: "Dracula, I remember you were one of your followers, weren't you?"

Madora, the Blood Goddess, glanced at it.

"My Dracula is dead. The current Dracula is from heaven."

"..."

(End of this chapter)