In endless roars and despair, Deacon was split into five parts and his main body was sealed into Optimus Prime's body.
A large amount of fire energy was wasted, as if there was some magical substance that could erase the connection of Dicken's body at the particle level. When Dicken was completely separated, he was destined to doom.
"Is this the end?"
The old bartender came over in a daze and sat down on the ground. When the long-awaited enemy came to death and his wish was fulfilled, the old bartender was a little dazed.
Blade was covered in blood, his face silent. He had experienced a major change in his life, and felt that many things in the world had lost their meaning at this moment.
"Not quite there yet. At least Dicken's main body is still alive."
Several Transformers opened their sealed objects, revealing dead blood, but Optimus Prime's was the only one that remained closed and was tightly locked. Deacon's panicked shouting could be heard.
Donnie's expression was cold and hard. Under the watchful eyes of the three people, Optimus Prime carried out layer upon layer of separation and cutting on the imprisoned Deacon.
Dicken was very powerful. He pounded the small prison frantically, but to no avail. Layers of metal continued to split and weaken him. The new generation of Blood God was heading towards his end step by step.
When the prison was opened, Deacon was so weakened that he could no longer form a human form, with only some sticky blood left. Deacon barely formed a face and looked at Donny with resentment and hatred. It was this man who destroyed everything he had, this mutant who destroyed all his efforts over the years.
Deacon howled and pounced on Donnie like a dying beast, trying to make a last-ditch effort, but it was useless. Donnie slapped him to the ground.
"I am the Blood God, I am the Blood God, I am the supreme God..." Dicken's remaining head muttered to himself in the sticky blood. His eyes were dull and he had completely given up. Only despair and numbness remained on his face.
"You're not that strong, at least not as strong as you think. We may even have subconsciously exaggerated your strength... In fact, I doubt any second-rate wizard summoned from Kamar-Taj could easily defeat you."
Donnie was not lying. If they had not taken the risk to discover that the source of fire actually had some strange properties, they would have been in great danger. Physical attacks were almost useless against creatures like the Blood God.
Dickon's eyes were dull and lusterless. It wasn't just the desire to survive, but also the pain of a shattered dream. He didn't understand Kamar-Taj; he only knew that everything was over.
Finally, Donnie raised a knife and gently stabbed Dicken's head. After several kills, he eliminated the last trace of Dicken.
It was over, the era of the Blood God was over. When the Blood God's veil was completely torn away, it was doomed to extinction. In this increasingly cruel era, a creature with such severe limitations and obvious weaknesses could hardly survive.
Donnie looked at the dry marks on the ground, his eyes revealing a complex expression. The old bartender looked at Donnie in confusion, wondering why this young man was suddenly so... sentimental? Blade had gone through a major life decision, and his mind was numb. He didn't want to care about anything at all, just wanted to be alone and think quietly.
The fate of Deacon now may also be the fate of his future self, and Tony has been mentally prepared for this.
There are countless terrible enemies in the future, such as Dormammu, Hela, Kryptonians, Doomsday, Steppenwolf... These powerful beings that are capable of defeating a civilization head-on will appear on Earth one after another and start a massacre if they are not stopped.
Furthermore, star-destroying overlords like Thanos, Ego, and Darkseid are eyeing Earth with eager eyes, each with their own schemes. Then there's the Celestials, a bunch of beasts who treat Earthlings like experimental subjects, subjecting them to regular inspections. Then there's the Kree and other powerful civilizations dominating multiple galaxies. Not to mention the Dark Elves, who once ruled the universe, are now reviving, or have already done so, and are beginning to cast their covetous gaze upon the World Tree region where Earth resides...
The Earth is still polarized over whether to formally accept the mutant community.
Fighting each other... When Paradise Island, Atlantis, and Kunlun Mountain appear one after another in the future, what choices will humans make? Will arguments and disagreements even more intense than those against mutants erupt?
At least mutants are a sub-race born from within the human race, and they come from the people around them. What about the descendants of the gods?
A crazy era is beginning. Zeus, who was once forced by the Supreme Mage to jump into an unknown dimension, and the Eastern Immortals who fled to the faraway universe and stars may also be planning to return to the World Tree. The Supreme Mage who suppressed countless different dimensions will soon face the doubt and betrayal of his disciples; Odin, who guards the World Tree, is also nearing the end of his life and has been sleeping for many years.
Of the nine worlds within the entire World Tree range, except for the Earth which is temporarily stable, the other eight worlds have already been engulfed in war, and are almost fighting to death. Hammer Brother is still holding his big hammer and no one knows where he has gone to quell the rebellion. What can the World Tree Star Region use to fight against one enemy after another?
The Earth is too fragile in front of these advanced life forms that can easily blow up planets, and it has been targeted for various reasons.
The storm is coming, and the sky is full of blood.
"Now kill all those vampires... and then we go home!"
Donnie took a deep breath, clearing his mind of these thoughts. He suddenly raised his head and shouted. The three of them rushed into the various passages and began to cleanse the remaining vampires. The timid and clever ones had already fled at the first opportunity. The remaining ones had different thoughts. They might have heard Deacon's initial words that Donnie was special. Not to mention the fact that they were filming. Donnie was completely determined to kill these scum.
Optimus Prime and other war machines started to move and began to slaughter in all directions.
When the three of them gathered again, the entire underground was already in a mess, covered with dried blood and ashes left after the vampire burned.
The shaking of the ground gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped. The round monument on the dome was completely shattered and fell, and the twelve square monuments around it collapsed one after another.
The entire altar seemed to have completed its mission and accompanied Dickon to the end.
The three looked around, seeing only traces of the brutal war. They had achieved their wish, destroying Dicken and the Blood God, the scourge.
After the war, there is psychological satisfaction and comfort, perhaps mixed with a hint of confusion. This is the feeling every time you walk on the edge of life and death... In theory, it would be like this.
Donnie and the others sat there to rest. They were exhausted, especially Donnie. This level of combat was his first experience. He should have taken advantage of this brief moment to rest and reflect... Again, that was the theory...
The old bartender's eyes widened as he pointed at the skinny figure that had appeared out of nowhere and asked bewilderedly, "Who is that idiot?"
A skinny figure sneaked in at some point, unnoticed, and, unconcerned about the surroundings, pulled out a large net, snagged a broken stone tablet, and began to pull it away. But the tablet was heavy, and a skinny guy couldn't possibly lift it. The skinny guy spat on his hands and tried again, but still couldn't budge...
When Donnie saw the thin man, his first reaction was not to question how he came in so quietly, but to subconsciously look for something: "Hey, where's my brick?"