Marvel: My Sign-in System

Chapter 18

Meanwhile, the others remained embedded in the walls, unable to move, pinned by the overwhelming force of the blood god's awakening.

The shockwave persisted for over ten seconds before gradually subsiding. The sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed as vampires and Blade crashed down. However, being vampires, the fall caused no real damage. They immediately stood up, their eyes fixed on the blood pool. What they saw next caused a surge of excitement: a vampire was floating in the air, encased in a ball of blood formed from the blood pool itself. Every vampire's face lit up with fanatic devotion.

"The Blood God has come!"

"The great Blood God has arrived! The world will belong to our bloodline!"

Blade's mouth opened slightly, revealing his sharp fangs, now looking a bit feral. He could feel the overwhelming pressure radiating from the blood sphere—a powerful force that represented the ultimate superiority of the Blood God over all vampires. The purity of the Blood God's essence imposed an undeniable hierarchy; the lower bloodlines could never defy the highest, and the Blood God was undeniably at the top of this hierarchy. His arrival meant that the Vampire Clan now had a supreme deity.

As a half-vampire, Blade was affected too. Though he wouldn't lose the will to fight like the other vampires, his combat effectiveness would undoubtedly be compromised. This was a serious problem, and Blade gritted his teeth in frustration. Things were about to get troublesome.

Now, his only hope rested on the two mysterious figures beside him—Sergei and Pietro. Blade glanced at them, and as expected, they remained completely unfazed by the Blood God's arrival. Instead of fear, they showed curiosity, as if they were observing some rare phenomenon. That confidence—absolute and unshakable—radiated from both of them.

As Blade had guessed, the overwhelming aura radiating from the blood sphere had no effect on Sergei or Pietro. To them, it was no more than a gentle breeze. Their unflinching resolve had been forged in countless battles, honed under the brutal training of their leader, Leon. The pressure the Blood God exuded was nothing compared to what they had already endured.

"How do you feel?" Blade asked.

"A bit strong, but that's about it," Pietro replied with a shrug, twisting his neck as if getting ready for a warm-up. He was confident in his speed. If things got too intense, he could always flee. After all, he doubted the Blood God could catch him. And if that failed, he'd simply drag Leon over to deal with the deity.

Boom!

Sergei, now unable to suppress his desire to fight, stomped his foot into the ground, causing it to crack and split beneath him. Red flames erupted in all directions, engulfing him in a blazing inferno. Without hesitation, he launched himself toward the blood sphere, like a fiery comet aiming to obliterate the floating Blood God.

...

Boom!

A giant tiger made of blazing flames roared, ready to rip apart the mass of blood in front of it. The heat evaporated much of the blood, but just as the attack was about to land, a white-gloved hand emerged, grabbing the tip of Sergei's cross sword.

In an instant, the fiery tiger shattered into countless fireballs, scattering across the sky. The falling fireballs incinerated many vampires who had been too terrified to move, turning them to ash. The remaining flames scorched the ground, walls, and stone pillars, blackening everything they touched.

Blade's pupils shrank behind his sunglasses as he witnessed the scene. He felt a surge of shock—Sergei's strength was clearly something far beyond what he had imagined. Even with only a glimpse of Sergei's true power, Blade realized that he was no match.