**Chapter 36: Slaying the Blood God**
A Blood Shadow flew out from the flames, landing beside the giant pit, revealing a bloody humanoid creature that looked like a skinned monkey.
Its skin, burned bright red and covered in blood blisters, had only two or three pieces still clinging to the charred, foul-smelling flesh.
"Hahahahahahaha..."
The humanoid creature landed outside the Deep Pit, laughing wildly without pause.
Accompanying his laughter, the flesh on his body constantly squirmed. His wounds stopped bleeding, healed, shed dead skin, and regrew new skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just over ten breaths, the nearly scorched humanoid creature transformed into a naked man.
Not to mention, he was quite fair-skinned.
A faint glint flashed in Tang Song's eyes. His keen six senses detected a hint of danger from this naked man.
This feeling was like when he was in the Jambudvīpa World, walking in the mountains and forests, and was targeted by a Shanxiao (Mountain Imp) that had achieved Cultivation.
Although he had managed to kill that Shanxiao using the terrain and formations, the feeling of being targeted remained fresh in Tang Song's memory.
After all, if he hadn't reacted quickly, that Shanxiao would have nearly disemboweled him.
Watching the naked man fall into a frenzy, Tang Song took a step back. On his wrist, a string of White Jade Prayer Beads clacked against each other, their surfaces faintly revealing patterns of White Bone Skeletons.
In Tang Song's other hand, two Sword Pellets spun in his palm, subtly condensing into two streaks of fiery white Sword Light.
"Hahahahaha... I succeeded, I succeeded!"
Deacon Frost, naked, stood beside the giant pit where flames soared into the sky. He raised his hands to the heavens, clenching his fists.
Deacon Frost's heart was filled with uncontrollable excitement. He had plotted for over two hundred years, and finally, he had stolen the Blood God's Strength.
Yes, that's right. Deacon Frost's plan from the beginning was not to summon the Blood God to descend.
In the Vampire Clan, he was merely a Hybrid bitten by a Pure-blood Vampire. Even if he summoned the Blood God, what could he gain? Just another ancestor above him?
Deacon Frost had deceived everyone. What he pursued was always only Strength.
This was also the reason for working with Urnos. Only this knowledgeable Black Wizard had a way to reverse the Blood God's descent Ritual and help him steal the Strength of the Blood God, who was sleeping in some unknown dimension.
Now he had succeeded. He would return to Europe, step on those damned old guys who looked down on him, and he would become the true King of the Bloodline.
"God says, all evil will eventually be punished!"
While Deacon Frost, this future King of the Bloodline, was still feeling his surging Strength and envisioning a bright future,
A thick beam of Holy Light, accompanied by chanting, directly blasted onto him.
The thick column of Holy Light instantly engulfed Deacon Frost. The milky White Light and Blood Light intertwined. Tang Song could even hear the sizzling sound like boiling water turning into steam.
West held the medieval Cruciform Sword with both hands. A faint milky White Light halo appeared on the Sword's body. The column of Holy Light just now was what he had thrust out with this Holy Sword.
"People of The Church, Hehehehehe... I've tolerated you for a long time. Now I will show you what Strength is!"
A 'Holy Light Cross Sword' clearly did not cause much damage to Deacon Frost, who had obtained the Blood God's Strength.
Although his entire body's flesh was torn and tattered again, the damage caused by the Holy Light Cross Sword was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only that, two bulges quickly rose on Deacon Frost's back. With a tearing sound of flesh being ripped apart, a pair of Bat Wings covered in Foul Blood unfolded behind him.
Flapping his three-meter-wide Blood-colored Bat Wings, Deacon Frost revealed a pair of sharp canine teeth and grinned sinisterly at West.
With a flap of his Bat Wings, he directly pounced towards West. The sky was filled with Blood Shadows.
West lowered his hands, raising the medieval Cruciform Sword to his chest, softly chanting, "Praise my Lord, my Lord is omnipotent, grant me infinite power to dispel all evil before me."
As he chanted, West was enveloped in a column of Holy Light descending from the heavens.
A dazzling White Light covered the Holy Sword in his right hand, forming a brilliant Light Sword. He then met the pouncing Deacon Frost head-on, slashing down without yielding.
Facing the slashing Light Sword, Deacon Frost flapped his Bat Wings, leaving behind streaks of afterimages in mid-air.
When he reappeared, he was already behind West. A pair of claws glowing with Blood Light directly aimed for the back of West's heart.
*Rip!* Amidst the frantic clawing of the Blood claws, the Holy Light surrounding West also rippled, beginning to vibrate slightly.
Feeling the abnormality behind him, West counter-attacked with a backhand Sword strike without hesitation, then spun around sharply. He continuously unleashed over thirty strikes with his 'Holy Light Cross Sword'.
Deacon Frost flapped his Bat Wings, leaving behind streaks of afterimages, easily dodging all the Sword Light slashing towards him.
With a backhand, he clawed towards West's neck again.
West countered with two Holy Light Cross Sword strikes, but they were again dodged by Deacon Frost using his Speed.
After several such exchanges, Tang Song stood aside and watched clearly. This Vampire was very fast, but he couldn't break through West's Holy Light defense.
Soon, Deacon Frost also understood. He hovered in mid-air, his Bat Wings slightly flapping. He licked his fangs, looking down at everyone with a sinister gaze, letting out a strange, cackling laugh.
Since you have a Holy Artifact for defense and I can't deal with you, then I'll deal with your subordinates.
Deacon Frost cast his gaze towards Tang Song, who was closest. His Bat Wings moved, about to pounce on Tang Song.
Two Sword Pellets shot out Sword Light several meters long, appearing behind him first.
*Sizzle, sizzle,* two extremely sharp Sword Qi directly slashed towards Deacon Frost's pair of Bat Wings.
Deacon Frost was greatly alarmed. He desperately flapped his Bat Wings, trying to avoid the two streaks of Sword Light behind him. Streaks of Bloody Afterimages appeared in the sky.
His Speed caused a white Sonic Boom in the air for a moment, but the two streaks of Sword Light clung tightly to him like maggots on bone, determined to sever his pair of Bat Wings.
One red and two white streaks of light chased each other in mid-air.
Before long, a sound like tearing cloth echoed in the air. Two blood-colored Bat Wings drifted towards the Ground.
Deacon Frost let out a painful wail and plummeted straight towards the Ground. Clearly, even after inheriting the Blood God's Strength, these Bat Wings were still a vital weakness for him.
However, the Blood God's Strength was also bizarrely evil. Although his Bat Wings were severed, two bulges rose again on Deacon Frost's back during the fall...
"Buzz!"
The whistling Sword Light produced a powerful Sword hum and low roar. A small vacuum space appeared between the two Sword Pellets.
Then came a deafening Explosion Sound.
Deacon Frost, whose Bat Wings hadn't even fully regrown, was directly shredded by the two streaks of Sword Light. His entire upper body was pulverized, scattering like gray butterflies. His lower half was struck by a streak of Sword Light and sent flying over fifty meters like a projectile.
The lower half of his body, completely missing above the waist, rolled beside a crater. Foul Blood gushed out from the severed point of his waist like a spring.
This Foul Blood spurted, solidified, squirmed, and formed a new body, torso, arms, and head.
"I am immortal, I am the Blood God!"
Deacon Frost, who had just recovered his physical body, laughed maniacally.
A figure appeared behind him like a Ghost at this moment. Tang Song formed a Hand Seal with his right hand, and countless purple lightning bolts formed a Daoist Demon-Subduing Palm Thunder in his palm.
With his left hand clenched into a fist, streaks of Golden Light wrapped around his fist. At his knuckles, Sarira Projections appeared, radiating brilliant Buddhist Radiance.
One Seal and one punch fiercely struck the back of Deacon Frost's heart.
Daoist divine lightning and Buddhist Radiance, the two powers most terrifying to Evil Demons, instantly erupted within Deacon Frost's body.
(End of Chapter)