A Lesson for Mephisto, Transformation

"You people of Kamar-Taj really are shameless."

Ancient One nearly coughed up blood from anger at Mephisto. He shouted, "Do you think this unfilial son can trick me? Dream on. At most, his curse can make me stumble. The gap between him and me is far too great."

"I know."

Wang Bert smiled faintly. "But someone will help him. Hell Lords, am I right?"

"What do you take us for? Hell has always stood united, advancing and retreating together."

Lucifer said righteously. Then, a black Fallen Angel feather descended from the sky and fell into the mass of blood.

"That’s right. Hell will never be driven apart by your schemes. Throughout all the heavens and worlds, who doesn’t know that Hell is the most united?"

As the voice rang out, a ruby formed from flames appeared out of thin air and merged with Blackheart’s blood.

"Blood God, we will never help you deal with Mephisto."

"That’s right, absolutely not."

"We’re family."

"Hell Lords are as close as brothers."

While the Hell Lords made righteous declarations, they poured their power into Blackheart’s blood. With their assistance, the curse’s power expanded wildly.

Everyone stared dumbfounded. Why were these Hell Lords’ words completely different from their actions? Wang Bert was moved. "I underestimated you. Hell truly is united."

"Of course. Who do you think we are?"

The Hell Lords said shamelessly. Mephisto nearly exploded with rage and roared, "You bastards, you’re stabbing me in the back at a time like this? Do you know that without me, he’ll definitely become the next Ancient One?"

"Mephisto, don’t think we don’t know what you’re planning."

Lucifer sneered. "I truly don’t want the Blood God to become the next Ancient One, but I want even less for you to become Satan."

"That’s right. You aren’t qualified to sit in that position."

The other Hell Lords also shouted in agreement. Mephisto roared, "I’ll settle this score with every one of you bastards."

"Talk after you survive."

Lucifer shouted, "Blackheart, your uncle will fully support you in becoming a new Hell Lord."

The other Lords shouted as well, "That’s right! We’ll fully support you in killing that shameless bastard Mephisto."

Electro grumbled, "Didn’t you just say Hell was the most united?"

"Hahaha, Mephisto, your time has come."

Blackheart laughed loudly. He took a sheet of paper from his pocket and read, "I, Blackheart, curse Mephisto through my bloodline. From this moment onward, his intelligence will become the same as mine…"

Blackheart froze at this point, then turned and roared at Wang Bert, "Blood God, what do you mean by this? What kind of curse is this?"

Yes, Wang Bert had given Blackheart the curse’s wording.

Wang Bert spread his hands. "There’s no problem. Lower his intelligence to your level, and then you can use your abundant experience to defeat him. Blackheart, I believe in you."

Everyone and the Hell Lords could not help laughing. This Blood God was truly vicious.

Blackheart gritted his teeth in anger. "Are you insulting my intelligence?"

Mephisto, who had been tough until now, shouted in terror, "No! Blood God, I’ll make a contract with you. I won’t invade Earth for a hundred years. Don’t lower my intelligence to Blackheart’s level. That would really turn me into an idiot."

"Mephisto, what did you say? How am I stupid?"

"If you weren’t stupid, why would you join outsiders to scheme against your own father?"

"Mephisto, you brought this on yourself. Curse, complete."

As Blackheart shouted in humiliation and fury, the mass of blood rapidly turned into ashes, signifying that the curse had officially taken effect.

"No!"

Mephisto cried out in despair. Becoming stupid was even more painful to him than death.

"Hahaha, Mephisto, congratulations on becoming an idiot."

The Lords laughed loudly while sending troops toward Mephisto’s Hell. Hell Lords were the most united. Now that Mephisto was in trouble, how could they not lend a helping hand? Hell Lords were as close as brothers. What was yours was mine.

"Blood God, I’ll definitely settle this score with you."

Blackheart left angrily. Although he had been played, his goal had still been achieved. He would seize this chance to completely bring down Mephisto.

"Mephisto should stay quiet for a while now. Hmph, always scheming against me, always saying, ‘I’ll be back.’"

Wang Bert snorted and put away the black crystal Mephisto had left behind, then turned his gaze toward Dracula.

Dracula instantly dropped to his knees. "Blood God, I surrender. You can do whatever you want. I won’t resist."

He had no choice but to kneel. This Blood God was too terrifying. He had even made someone like Mephisto wish he were dead.

In Wang Bert, Dracula seemed to see Ancient One.

"Blood God, we surrender too."

The Blood Clan were frightened as well and begged for mercy. Wang Bert snorted, then grabbed through the air. Most of the Blood Clan exploded into blood, leaving only several infiltrators unharmed.

Then, Wang Bert pushed his hand forward, and all that blood flew into Harry’s body.

After receiving the Blood Clan’s essence, Harry’s body filled out at a visible rate. Spider-Man was overjoyed and looked up at Wang Bert gratefully. "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

"Don’t thank me yet. Spider King took more than half his soul and vitality. Even if he becomes a Vampire, he can only cling to life."

Wang Bert said, "Besides, he must answer for the crimes he committed before. S.W.O.R.D. will judge him."

Spider-Man said, "It’s fine. As long as he survives."

"The luckiest thing in his life was having a friend like you."

Wang Bert shook his head and said to the infiltrators, "Get up. I’ll reward you handsomely."

The infiltrators shouted excitedly, "Thank you, Blood God."

"Those people were infiltrators?"

Everyone was stunned. The Blood God was far too farsighted.

After handling these trivial matters, Wang Bert looked at Dracula again. "Dracula, since you know what’s good for you, I won’t make things difficult. I want the blood in your body."

"Blood God, consuming my blood is useless to you."

Dracula said, "The reason I cannot die is because I possess a conceptual ability."

Wang Bert frowned. "A conceptual ability? Dracula, stand up when you speak. I don’t like people kneeling."

"As long as Vampires still exist in this world, and as long as someone remembers my name, I will not die. That is my Concept Ability."

Dracula stood up and said, "Later, I wanted my daughter to be immortal like me, so I separated a small portion of that concept through the Darkhold. Who would have thought that my daughter could not absorb it?"

Wang Bert asked, "Why couldn’t she absorb it?"

"Because she is a Pureblood. All the blood in a Pureblood comes from me. In a sense, they are part of me, and once a concept is separated, it cannot be taken back."

Dracula sighed. "In fact, only Half-bloods can inherit that bit of concept. After discovering this, I placed that concept on the Blood God Altar and waited for someone fated to obtain it."

"The Blood God Altar had such a hidden secret?"

Wang Bert was quite surprised. "Then can you separate another bit of concept?"

"No. It can only be separated once."

Dracula said, "I’m really not lying to you. You can ask Ancient One."

Wang Bert thought for a moment. "If that’s the case, Dracula, I can only seal you away, because I will not allow anyone to threaten me."

"Not necessarily."

Dracula thought for a moment and said, "I have a way to let you obtain more concepts."

Wang Bert asked with interest, "Oh? What way?"

"It’s very simple."

Dracula knelt before Wang Bert once more and shouted, "In the name of the Progenitor of the Blood Clan, I acknowledge Bert Wang as the God of the Blood Clan."

The moment Dracula said this, every Blood Clan member across the world looked toward the Egyptian Desert. Then they praised in unison, "Congratulations on the birth of My God."

Lilith said the same words, then came to her senses and was shocked. "That old bastard Dracula actually woke up, and even acknowledged the Blood God?"

"You acknowledge me as the God of the Blood Clan? What use is that?"

Wang Bert was puzzled. At that moment, his consciousness suddenly fell into a strange place.

This place was filled everywhere with the mysteries of blood and space. Wang Bert became utterly immersed after just one glance. He completely forgot where he was and forgot everything outside, wanting only to explore more mysteries.

In the Egyptian Desert, Wang Bert suddenly transformed into a roaring Blood River. The Mirror Dimension could not withstand his power and shattered like glazed glass. Immediately after, the Blood River surged into the sky and floated in the air, blocking even the moonlight.

"What’s happening?"

Everyone froze. Electro appeared before Dracula and demanded furiously, "Dracula, what is going on? What did you do?"

In the shadows, Elektra gripped her iron ruler tightly, ready to strike at any time.

"How could this happen? There’s no reason for it."

Dracula stood up, his face full of confusion. At that moment, a clump of blood suddenly drifted out of the Blood River and transformed into The Beast in midair, then exploded with a bang and fell into the Blood River like rain.

After absorbing The Beast’s God Blood, the Blood River swelled madly, nearly blotting out the sky. "God Blood? He actually has complete God Blood? And purified at that?"

Dracula was dumbfounded. Could that man be the illegitimate son of some mighty being? Otherwise, why would he even possess purified God Blood?

As the Progenitor of Vampires, Dracula had only drunk a few mouthfuls of God Blood back when he followed Ancient One—and it had not even been purified. Every time he drank it, he suffered terribly.

Dracula did not know that Wang Bert possessed something else besides purified God Blood.

That was the Tesseract. At this moment, under the influence of universal laws, the Tesseract’s power gradually seeped into Wang Bert’s body.

"Dracula, give me an answer, or die."

Electro said with killing intent all over his face. Spider-Man and the others also gathered around.

"Stop looking so murderous. The Blood God is transforming into a god."

Dracula said irritably, "This is a good thing. An incredibly good thing, understand?"

Electro asked, "Transforming into a god? What does that mean?"

"It means he is becoming a true god of the Blood Clan."

Dracula said, "If he did not have God Blood, at most he would gain a small part of a true god’s concept. But he happens to have God Blood, and purified God Blood at that, so he has gained a chance to become a god."

"A true god of the Blood Clan?"

Electro could not understand. After thinking for a moment, he had Spider-Man watch Dracula while he called Mercury and explained what had happened.

"What? The Blood God is becoming a true god of the Blood Clan?"

Mercury was overjoyed. "I’ll bring people over immediately. Protect the Blood God, and keep an eye on Dracula. Don’t let him escape."

Electro nodded. "Understood."

"Heaven is blessing our Blood Clan."

Mercury was extremely excited. After thinking for a moment, she called Lilith and told her to bring a hundred suits of armor to the Egyptian Desert.

Lilith had already intended to see Dracula, so she immediately complied.

Next, Mercury called Carter. "Something happened on the Blood God’s side. Have the Egyptian president seal off the Egyptian Desert. No one is allowed in or out."

Carter asked in astonishment, "Seal off the entire desert? What happened to the Blood God?"

"You don’t need to know. Just do it."

Mercury said, "If the Egyptian president refuses to cooperate, have President Ellis pressure him."

Carter fell silent for a moment. "I can do that, but afterward, you must give me an explanation. Mercury, my authority is no lower than yours."

"I know."

Mercury snorted and hung up. Then she brought the Ten Guardians and rushed toward the Egyptian Desert at top speed.

At Kamar-Taj, Doom asked Ancient One, "Master, why haven’t you acted to stop the Blood God? At this rate, he’ll become a true god of the Blood Clan."

Mordo nodded in strong agreement. "Master, we cannot let the Blood Clan gain a true god."

Strange asked in confusion, "Wouldn’t the Blood God becoming a true god be a good thing? Why stop him?"

"Although the Blood God is a Vampire, he has always stood on humanity’s side. That is why Master has always helped him."

Doom glanced at Strange and explained, "But once he becomes a true god of the Blood Clan, his position will shift toward the Blood Clan. At that time, he will become humanity’s greatest enemy."

Strange was stunned. "Huh? Becoming a god can change your personality?"

"Of course. To become a god, one must fuse with concepts and laws."

Ancient One explained, "Once you fuse with them, you are no longer yourself. You become the embodiment of concepts and laws."

"A typical example is the Dark Lord Dormammu. After becoming the God of Darkness, he lost most of his emotions. There is only one thing he cares about: annexing more universes for the dark world."

Doom said, "Rather than calling Dormammu the Dark Lord, it would be more accurate to call him a puppet of the dark world. He works twenty-four hours a day without rest, building up the dark world, and doesn’t even get paid."

Strange quipped, "Why does the Dark Lord suddenly seem a little pitiful?"

"That is why Master never became a god. Though if she wished, she could accomplish it with a wave of her hand."

Doom said respectfully, "Master, I will learn from you. I will never become a god in this life."

Ancient One smiled. "I’m very glad to have a disciple like you."

Kaecilius snorted inwardly nearby. You think becoming a god is that easy? That you can become one whenever you want? I’ve plotted for decades and haven’t even touched the surface.

Kaecilius’s heart was filled with jealousy. Why could the Blood God become a god while he could not? Mordo could not help asking, "Master, if that is the case, why haven’t you acted to kill the Blood God?"

"He has done nothing wrong. Why would I kill him?"

Ancient One shook his head. "I will not stop him. Everything depends on his own choice."

Mordo and Doom both wanted to say something, but at that moment, the Kimo Yoju Beads on Ancient One’s wrist suddenly lit up.

Why did Ancient One have Kimo Yoju Beads? Naturally, Wang Bert had given them to him—he had always felt that Ancient One using a phone did not fit the image, while Kimo Yoju Beads suited him much better.

After Ancient One answered, an image of Wakanda’s king, Erik, appeared. Erik glanced at Doom and the others but said nothing.

"You may leave first."

Ancient One gestured to the others. They nodded and withdrew. Then Ancient One asked Erik, "You want to ask about your original body?"