Marvel - The Blood God

Not long after the vampires left, a well-armed team of over fifty agents cautiously entered the altar with their guns drawn, searching for any clues.

"Damn Deacon!"

Level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent John Garrett picked up his walkie-talkie and reported the situation to Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who was commanding from behind the scenes. "Director, your operative has gone rogue. I need a helicopter to pursue him."

"No need to chase him. Deacon thought he could defect, but he's dreaming."

Fury's calm voice came through the radio. "Search thoroughly and bring back anything useful. As for Deacon, I have my own ways to deal with him. I wouldn't have let him become the Blood God otherwise."

"You always have an ace up your sleeve. Why am I not surprised?"

John Garrett smiled and put down the walkie-talkie. He glanced at the strange runes around him and couldn't help touching his cold, ailing stomach. Could the power of a vampire help him survive?

Meanwhile, Maverick and the others had fled into the woods behind the altar. Maverick stopped, looked back, and said, "There's no movement. Looks like S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't plan to chase us."

"They can't catch up anyway!"

Blade asked Maverick, "What are you planning to do next?"

"Absorb more vampires and get stronger! Now that Deacon Frost is dead, the vampire world will be in chaos. It's the perfect time for me to act!"

Maverick said openly. "What about you?"

Blade was just as straightforward. "I'm heading back to my safe house to deal with Vanessa and figure out how to kill you—might need that info someday."

James was speechless. No wonder these two could be friends—they think alike!

"You'll have to think hard about that. Well, Blade, let's part ways here."

Maverick laughed. "But we'll meet again soon. I've got big plans that involve you."

"I prefer hunting vampires alone."

Blade replied coolly, perhaps misunderstanding. Then he hesitated and asked, "Deacon mentioned that vampires have nuclear bombs. Is that true?"

"Doesn't matter if it's true or not. If they use nukes, vampires will just die faster. It's just a scare tactic."

Maverick waved his hand dismissively. "Best to keep it buried underground."

Blade nodded in understanding. He gave Maverick a nod and quickly left with Vanessa over his shoulder. Watching him leave, James couldn't help asking, "Maverick, why didn't you kill him? With your current strength, it shouldn't be hard, right?"

"I never intended to kill him, and he's not that easy to kill. He's Blade!"

Maverick shook his head. "James, do you have a place where I can stay? I need to get familiar with my powers—at least get rid of these red eyes!"

James glanced at Maverick's eyes and stifled a laugh. "I have a safe house, but Maverick, you're the Blood God now. Do you really need to hide? With your identity, you could lead the vampires!"

"You're overthinking it. To the vampires, I'm just a stranger. Even if I'm the Blood God, they won't accept me easily. I'm not about to force them."

Maverick smirked. "There's only one way to make them surrender."

James asked eagerly, "What way?"

"Take them down and make them kneel, begging me to be their leader!"

Maverick declared. James couldn't help but ask, "Can you really do that?"

"Of course I can. I'm the Blood God!"

That afternoon, Manhattan felt quieter than usual. Over the past month, dozens of violent shootouts had occurred in New York, causing many casualties.

"Our Commissioner George Stacy is getting scolded again. Poor guy—he's only been in office for two months, right?"

In a cozy coffee shop, Maverick flipped through the newspaper and smiled. In just over a month, he'd learned to control his powers, and his eyes had returned to normal.

James sat in the shadows and complained, "Blood God, you were behind three of those shootouts, weren't you?"

Maverick put down the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, and said calmly, "The shootouts I caused ended quickly, and no innocent people were hurt. Can't blame me!"

"True. You did take out those vampires instantly."

James looked at Maverick with awe. He had witnessed the Blood God's power firsthand. "Blood God, besides us and Blade, it seems there's another force targeting vampires."

"If I'm not mistaken, it's S.H.I.E.L.D. seizing the opportunity to eliminate vampires. Their methods are much harsher than ours."

Maverick said, "But that's not a bad thing. The harder S.H.I.E.L.D. strikes, the sooner the vampires will surrender."

James couldn't help asking, "Blood God, when will the vampires surrender?"

"Soon. The vampires are in a dangerous situation right now. Once they get rid of their radicals, the remaining ones will surrender."

Maverick said confidently, "That day isn't far off because the radicals want me dead. They'll make the first move."

James said, "Then they're really asking for it. You're invincible, Blood God!"

"For vampires, I am indeed invincible!"

Maverick smiled. "After you pay the bill, wait for me in the parking lot. I'll find you after I settle this base."

"Yes, Blood God!"

James watched Maverick leave respectfully, feeling more and more that following Maverick was a wise choice.

Forced? Of course not. The first time he saw Maverick, he felt the man was extraordinary, so he chose to join him voluntarily! That's right, that's it! Bribery? Never happened!

Maverick had no idea what James was thinking. He walked into an abandoned subway station. According to James's information, it was a vampire stronghold. They spread news online to lure people here for adventures or secret meetings, then drained them of all their blood.

You'd think that with so many people disappearing, no one would come anymore, but oddly enough, the more people vanished, the more others came.

As soon as Maverick stepped into the subway station, he sensed something was off. He stopped and said, "Your counterattack is faster than I thought."

Silence greeted him. After a moment, over twenty figures emerged from the shadows. Then, dozens of heavily armed figures poured in from surrounding entrances, aiming their assault rifles at Maverick.

Compared to the calm figures in front, those behind were visibly nervous. After all, they were facing the Blood God, and rumors said hundreds of vampires had died by his hand.

Notably, these vampires were fully covered, clearly guarding against Maverick's ultraviolet tactics—vampires aren't stupid; they know their weaknesses!

"More than twenty pureblood vampires—quite a lineup," Maverick observed with a smile. "Are you here to offer me a feast?"

"Maverick, the power of the Blood God isn't meant for a despicable half-blood like you. Today, we'll drain you dry and turn you to ashes!"

A middle-aged pureblood vampire holding an ancient box shouted arrogantly. They opposed Maverick not just out of dissatisfaction but because they coveted his power.

These purebloods had allowed Deacon's actions partly for this reason.

"Inferior? You disgusting bat spirits dare to talk down to me?"

Maverick suddenly appeared in front of the pureblood vampire, his hand transforming into a blade aimed at the vampire's chest. Shocked, the vampire slammed the bottom of the box. Chains erupted, wrapping around Maverick's body and immobilizing him.

"What is this?"

Maverick frowned. He tried to turn into a river of blood to escape, but even in that form, he couldn't break free from the blood-red rune chains. He was suspended mid-air, unable to escape.

"This is our clan's treasure—Vlad's Blood Chains. Even though our North American vampires aren't as deep-rooted as Europe's, we're not someone you, a so-called Blood God, can look down on!"

The middle-aged vampire laughed. He then took out a knife, cut his wrist, and fed blood to the chains. The other pureblood vampires did the same.

The Blood Chains were powerful but required pureblood vampires to power them, consuming a lot of blood. That's why they weren't used often.

Maverick didn't panic. He returned to his human form, ignoring the tightening chains, and said with a grin, "Nice artifact. I'll be taking it!"

"In your dreams! Your blood will soon be ours!"

The middle-aged vampire sneered. The other vampires echoed his sentiment, eyes filled with greed and hatred.

"You're a filthy half-blood. How dare you call yourself the Blood God? Today, we'll show you that vampires will always belong to purebloods!"

"That's right, disgusting half-breed! Go to hell!"

Hearing their insults, Maverick's eyes turned icy. He was done talking. With a thought, a mass of blood suddenly dropped from the ceiling, enveloping the middle-aged vampire and draining his blood.

"No! Don't kill me! I surrender!"

The vampire lost all his arrogance and begged for mercy. He'd lived for hundreds of years and didn't want to die now.

"What a pathetic 'superior being'!"

With contempt, Maverick controlled the blood to suck him into a mummified corpse. Then the blood shot like lightning at another pureblood vampire.

"Stop him!"

The purebloods panicked. The half-bloods immediately fired at the blood mass. The blood dodged most of the bullets by sinking swiftly, then scattered nine silver-white metal balls onto the ground.

Before the vampires could react, the balls exploded, releasing countless silver needles that struck their calves and thighs.

The vampires wore bulletproof vests, but those only protected their torsos. Their legs were exposed, so they were all hit by the dense silver needles.

These needles weren't very powerful; they were makeshift devices based on Maverick's idea. To a normal person, they'd cause minor injuries. But these were vampires, and the needles were silver-plated.

So the vampires screamed in agony as their bodies began dissolving rapidly where the needles hit. In moments, the half-blood vampires turned to ashes, leaving only their clothes and weapons behind.

The pureblood vampires were also badly injured, with dissolving wounds on their legs—a pitiful sight.

Maverick's blood split into three parts, forming three long arrows that pierced through three pureblood vampires. The remaining purebloods were utterly panicked; some even tried to flee.

With the pureblood vampires in chaos, the Blood Chains could no longer hold Maverick. He shouted, broke free from the chains, and transformed into a massive river of blood that enveloped the pureblood vampires.

"No! Let us go! We surrender!"

The pureblood vampires were terrified, screaming for mercy as they tried to escape. But Maverick ignored them. The river of blood transformed into countless blood-red spears that rained down, piercing every vampire and draining their blood.

In just a few seconds, all the vampires were drained dry.

After dealing with them, the river of blood reformed into Maverick. He looked at the scattered clothes and weapons and smiled disdainfully.

Now, Maverick was so powerful that so-called purebloods were nothing to him.

Next, Maverick took out a small UV light from his pocket, turned it on, and shone it over the mummified corpses, reducing them to ashes.

After disposing of the evidence, Maverick walked over and picked up the Blood Chains. Recalling the middle-aged vampire's memories, he smeared his own blood on the chains. They greedily absorbed it, gradually shrinking into the size of a belt.

"The downside is that this thing consumes a lot of blood, but that's no problem for me. I have the Blood River."

Maverick tied the chains around his waist like a belt. Then he carved a message on the wall with a knife, straightened his clothes, and left the subway station.

"Those who offend the Blood God will die!"

The day when the vampires would surrender wasn't far off.

Seven days later, the pureblood vampire Mercury led a group of vampires and knelt before Maverick. "We beg the Blood God to save our kind!"

"From today on, I will be your leader!"

Maverick laughed. His first step in the Marvel world was now officially complete. Next, he would join this survival game as the Blood God!

Maverick narrowed his eyes. "Now it's time to use the vampires' power to go to England and find that lady. She's an important piece. I wonder if I can convince her to work for me? By the way, I need to check if someone has returned!"

On a bustling street, Blade sighed, feeling a bit annoyed. After leaving the altar, things hadn't gone smoothly. First, when he returned to his hideout, he found that the bitten Whistler was missing. Then he argued daily with his mother Vanessa.

Vanessa kept blaming Blade for killing Deacon, insisting she was noble and wanted to drink human blood. Blade really wished he could drag Deacon up from hell and kill him again!

The only thing that made Blade happy now was hunting vampires. Lately, the vampires were in chaos, and he'd been killing them with satisfaction. Right now, he was on his way to hunt more.

Just then, a police car suddenly stopped in front of Blade. An officer got out and walked toward him. Blade frowned slightly; he didn't have a good relationship with the police. Well, actually, he was a wanted criminal—with a high bounty.

The officer stopped in front of Blade, nervously handed him a phone, and said, "Mr. Blade, the Blood God wants to speak with you."

"You're with the familiars?"

Blade was momentarily stunned. The Blood God collaborating with vampire servants wasn't good news.

The officer said eagerly, "Yes, I've always wanted to become a noble vampire."

"I'll be coming for you when you turn."

Blade replied, ignoring the officer's stiff expression. He picked up the phone, which had only one number. Blade dialed, and soon, Maverick's deep voice came through: "Blade, sorry, they made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

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