Deacon Frost looked at Lucas, who had charged into the Bloods, and sneered.
Did he think he was Blade?
Even Blade, when faced with a group of Vampires swarming him, would have to flee in disarray.
If it weren't for all the Vampires being in the main hall at the time, receiving blessings from the Blood God and unwilling to pursue, Blade might not have been able to escape.
Deacon Frost was in a very good mood at the moment.
A thousand nearly immortal Vampires, the advantage is mine!
Bang!
Lucas punched the Blood in front of him with full force, unleashing a colossal power of 31 tons. In the blink of an eye, a cloud of blood mist exploded.
The surrounding Bloods were slightly startled, then fearlessly charged forward again.
How is this person even stronger than Blade?
But it doesn't matter.
They are immortal, the advantage is theirs.
Lucas took a moment to glance at his panel, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.
[Lifespan +30]
The Bloods surging like a tide before him now looked adorable in Lucas's eyes.
Mobile lifespan points, here I come!
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Wherever Lucas went, clouds of blood mist exploded.
Compared to ordinary Vampires, the newborn Bloods had significantly enhanced stats in all aspects. But compared to Lucas, they were too slow, and their physique was too fragile.
As for their strength? He hadn't been hit, so he didn't know.
In one minute, Lucas blew up 76 Bloods. 76 clouds of blood mist exploded one after another.
It was like a rain of blood, the surrounding ground stained red, and the air filled with the smell of blood.
There were no Bloods left around Lucas.
It was only then that Deacon Frost reacted.
Why didn't the exploded Bloods regenerate?
What happened to their immortality?
A flicker of fear crossed Deacon Frost's face.
But he knew that now was the time for him, the leader, to fight to the death.
Not just Deacon Frost, but on the helicarrier, Nick Fury, who was constantly monitoring the battle and noticed this scene, was also a little surprised.
The intelligence on Kamar-Taj's mages' fighting style wasn't like this.
[Lifespan +2288]
Lucas couldn't help but grin.
This grin made Deacon Frost, who was hurrying towards him, preparing to fight to the death, feel a sudden panic.
Without paying too much attention to the panel, Lucas accelerated to chase the Bloods in other directions.
As for Deacon Frost, who was coming towards him, Lucas had, of course, noticed him.
It was just that he was worried that blowing up Deacon Frost would scare the rest of the Bloods away. If they scattered and ran, he wouldn't be able to catch up to them easily.
Although the difference in strength was dozens of times, the difference in speed was only two or three times. Lucas couldn't fly, and running on the ground, affected by air resistance and various factors, it became harder to increase speed the higher it went.
Seeing Deacon Frost catch up, Lucas turned and met him with a punch.
At the moment of contact, his perception operated at full power, sensing Deacon Frost's strength. Then he reduced his strength by half, feigning defeat, and fled in the direction of the Bloods ahead.
He's throwing the fight!
Nick Fury on the helicarrier didn't see it, but the instruments detected it.
The strength he used against other Bloods was about 30 tons, while the strength he used just now was only about 20 tons.
Deacon Frost didn't have instruments to help him detect it so he thought, 'His strength is a bit less than mine, and his speed is not as good as mine. I can win.'
"Stop him!"
Deacon Frost roared, signaling his subordinates to stop Lucas.
"Don't come over, I'm just playing with him." Lucas whispered in the voice channel, so that others wouldn't worry about him and come to spoil his fun.
The two chased each other at speeds over a hundred meters per second.
Each time Deacon Frost caught up, Lucas would exchange a few blows with him, then use the momentum to shake him off, and wait for him to catch up again.
One pursued, the other fled.
Only the other Bloods along the way suffered.
"Lucas, just like that, slowly apply pressure."
It wasn't from the earpiece.
It was the Ancient One.
Deacon Frost's speed and strength slowly began to increase.
Had the Blood God given him energy again?
Lucas wondered, simultaneously increasing his speed and strength.
At the same time, he used his talent, Energy Absorption, attempting to absorb a trace of the Blood God's Energy.
This was energy actively deployed by the Blood God, making it effortless to absorb.
But... indigestion.
The energy couldn't be purified and would cause influence.
What a pity, he could only absorb secondhand energy. He wondered how much would be lost in this process.
Their chase continued, and gradually, Deacon Frost realized something was wrong.
'My strength has doubled compared to the beginning, so why is his strength still only slightly less than mine?'
'And without realizing it... over two hundred of our kin are gone again. All in all, over three hundred of our kin have been utterly annihilated by him.'
'More importantly, I feel my body is already saturated. Even if the Blood God sends down more energy, I won't be able to effectively absorb it and improve my physique.'
"Useless!"
The Blood God cursed in his mind.
At the beginning of his arrival, he had searched this apostle's memories and obtained much information.
Deacon Frost was excellent in strategy and management.
Ambitious and resourceful, he was a useful pawn.
Although his talent was average, this world didn't have super-strong individuals everywhere, so he was barely sufficient.
If not, he could also empower the other Bloods. It would just be a bit more troublesome and incur greater losses.
He just hadn't expected to encounter a fierce man right after the ritual ended and his apostle was foolishly throwing himself at him.
"Run! You are not his opponent."
The Blood God's voice echoed in Deacon Frost's mind.
No matter what, he had to preserve this apostle. If the apostle died and the world coordinates were lost, the initial investment being in vain was a minor matter. Missing out on the authority of Eternity was a major one.
"Cover me!"
Deacon Frost took advantage of Lucas's feigned retreat, using the momentum to escape in the opposite direction.
He did not lack the determination to fight to the death, but the person before him was not someone who could be defeated by a deathmatch. Moreover, he could not defy the Blood God's will.
"Catch up to him, hit him, but don't kill him."
The Ancient One's voice sounded in Lucas's ears again, with a hint of excitement.
Something's fishy!
Lucas suspected that the current situation was entirely orchestrated by the Ancient One.
He'd settle accounts with her later.
Lucas chased after Deacon Frost.
At this moment, his three stats had reached 66.
The roles were reversed.
You flee, I pursue.
Lucas suddenly realized that hitting Deacon Frost could yield lifespan points.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have put on an act; he would have just hammered him directly!
Damn it!
Deacon Frost was beaten so miserably.
The Blood God was also very frustrated.
Deacon Frost was beaten, and his injuries were exceptionally severe. Fortunately, the Blodd God promptly used energy to repair them.
His energy transmission efficiency was only 10%, and the damage caused by Lucas's ordinary punch required 250 units of energy to repair.
All in all, one punch from Lucas cost him 2500 units of energy.
Although he could withstand this consumption, it was frustrating.
But it didn't matter, one of his main combat avatars was on its way to this Universe.
Drag it out, the advantage is mine!