The Harvester came.
The Harvester died.
Golden light burst within the Blade Warrior's operation warehouse, and any Harvester caught in the light was evaporated instantaneously like snow under a blazing sun.
The King of Reapers, also known as the Vampire Prince Normacus, pulled in by Hawk's telekinesis, had his expression gradually shift from shock to deep stupor.
How could this be.
These were the mutant Reapers he painstakingly created from various homeless people after arriving in New York City, capable of killing both ordinary people and vampires.
After arriving in New York City, Normacus had a plan.
He wanted to conquer the world.
Of course.
This is the dream of every villain, and Normacus was no exception; he had already laid out a three-step plan for world conquest.
Step one, kill the Blade Warrior first.
Because he knew that the Vampire Council in New York City had been wiped out by Blade, and twelve Pure-blood Vampires elders along with Deacon Frost had also been killed by Blade.
For the vampires in New York City, Blade is who they fear.
So…
Normacus planned to establish his prestige among the vampires in New York City by killing the Blade Warrior.
Then, kill vampires, and afterward kill humans.
His plan was sound, and the timing was right, because he received information that tonight not only would Blade be here, but the Blood Pack Squad from Kovennus Castle, sent to capture him, would also be here.
This would be a perfect opportunity to settle everything.
So he came.
Yet before he could take action, Hawk appeared out of nowhere and captured him directly.
With no resistance at all.
Not just him, but even the army of Harvesters he transformed met the same fate.
As one Harvester after another was evaporated, Normacus's expression thoroughly adopted a defeated shade.
Once the last Harvester evaporated, Normacus's heart completely died.
From the entry to the exit of the Harvesters.
The whole process lasted no more than ten seconds, before the Blade Warrior beside him could take out his large sword and enter combat mode, the battle was already over.
Blade remained silent for a moment, glancing toward the female vampire Nasha of the Blood Pack Squad, who had described the Harvesters as being so terrifying that if he didn't intervene, the world would perish.
Nasha, with long dark hair and tattoos on her arms, faced Blade's gaze, silently opened her mouth as if wanting to say something but uttering nothing.
As for the other two vampires in the Blood Pack Squad, their expressions were similarly dumbfounded.
What to say?
The boss they thought they needed to team up against was, in others' eyes, merely a small fry.
Moreover, one that wouldn't yield much experience upon being killed.
Hawk looked at the defeated expression on Normacus with such a mood.
But…
There's a scent about Normacus that Hawk found both familiar and incredibly loathsome.
The scent of a Heaven Birdman.
And not the kind left from mere encounters, this guy carried the aura of Birdmen.
"Who are you."
"…"
Normacus gave Hawk a defeated look, coldly laughed, and closed his eyes on his pale yet cruel face.
Hawk laughed.
The next moment.
Thoughts Like a Blade.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
Along with two streaks of cold light flashing under the warehouse lights, Normacus first froze, then when he saw his empty arms, he instantly roared with fury at Hawk.
And at the very moment Normacus roared, his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, exposing a terrifying mouthpiece identical to that of the Harvesters.
The mouthpiece, like an Alien tongue, emerged at the moment of exit.
Hawk's eyes flashed with a cold glow.
"Puff!"
"Hiss—"
As the mouthpiece snapped, Normacus's face cracked, and sounds of incoherent screams erupted.
Hawk then turned his head towards the Blood Pack Squad frozen in place, his gaze landing on the only female vampire, Nasha.
"Who is he."
"Normacus."
"He is the only survivor of the Pure-blood Clan, Kus Clan."
"Twenty years ago, the Kus Clan was massacred for attempting to overthrow the world by Kovennus, alongside other clans."
"Normacus, being still in swaddling clothes at the time, was spared by Mr. Kovennus out of compassion."
"A year ago, Normacus was exposed for developing Harvesters in the Paris sewers."
"Normacus escaped to New York City during our siege."
"We came to capture him."
Nasha, the female vampire, shivered under Hawk's gaze and hurriedly voiced all she knew.
The reason they, the Blood Pack Squad, came to New York City was for Normacus.
Not to kill.
But to capture.
Kovennus is very keen on discovering how Normacus mutated, and his post-mutation ability even allows him to convert vampires.
If they can grasp this power.
Then…
Thus, Kovennus's order to the Blood Pack Squad was to capture Normacus alive at all costs.
Hawk listened to Nasha's explanation, nodded, then turned his gaze to Normacus, whose mouthpiece had been severed and who ceased screaming.
"Tell me, who turned you into this, and I'll grant you a swift death."
"Bah!"
Normacus, very defiant, his eyes bloodshot: "If you dare, kill me."
Hawk smiled.
"As you wish."
Telekinesis enveloped Normacus's head.
"Pop!"
Normacus's head exploded like a watermelon, and his soul instantly emerged from the fractured head.
The next second.
Hawk closed his eyes, letting his mind descend directly into his own Netherworld. Grabbing the unresponsive Normacus, he brought him to the Second Prison of the Netherworld—a Torrential Rain Nether Prison where acid rain poured with enough strength to dissolve souls.
As soon as Normacus was thrown out, the moment the acid rain touched him, he let out a piercing scream of pain and agony.
Hawk stood silently aside, watching Normacus as white smoke emanated from every part of his body under the pouring rain.
At that moment.
An umbrella appeared over his head.
Hawk glanced at the newcomer and smiled slightly.
"Good evening."
"There's no time difference here, so good evening."
Anna, who happened to be strolling in the Nether Prison, smiled while holding the umbrella and followed Hawk's gaze to Normacus, who was screaming and howling in the endless acid rain.
Anna's gaze landed on the terrifying mouthpiece of Normacus.
"What is this?"
"A vampire..."
"No."
"A hybrid of a vampire and an angel, a harvester."
Hawk raised an eyebrow, feeling the Holy Light emitted from Normacus under the acid rain.
As expected.
He wasn't wrong.
This Normacus not only had contact with the Birdman, but his mutation was also inextricably linked to them.
After being burned alive in the acid rain three times, the once unyielding Normacus finally screamed, "Stop, please stop, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything."
Hawk chuckled softly, unmoved.
Until—
Normacus died ten times in Hawk's Torrential Rain Nether Prison, and only then did Hawk, with a thought, temporarily spare Normacus.
Upon revival, Normacus, instinctively trembling all over, looked at the acid rain no longer clinging to him and fell to the ground with a thud, hugging his knees, curling his whole body up, and looking at the indifferent expression on Hawk's face not far away, he started to speak slowly.
"It's the Blood God Envoy."
"The Blood God Envoy found me."
"I was adopted by Kovinus since childhood, but calling it adoption is a joke; I was his slave."
"I'm a Pure Blood, but there, I'm not even as good as a hybrid."
"The Blood God Envoy saved me."
"He told me the Blood God has returned to Yahweh's embrace, like how the Lord forgave Cain and forgave the Blood God."
"We, the Blood Race, are no longer filthy."
"This world is filthy; Hell is empty, and demons walk the earth."
"The Lord shall descend."
"But before His descent, the filth of this world must be cleansed."
"And we will act as His vanguard to baptize the entire world."
"... The Blood God Envoy told me to come to New York City, to cleanse New York City."
"Soon, they will come for me."
"At that time—"
"The world will return to the embrace of the Lord!"
Normacus, his expression fanatical, said up to here and seemed to recall something, stood up in a flash, looked at Hawk, and roared, "I'm the forerunner; if you kill me, the Blood God won't spare you, the Lord won't either... ah!"
The once arrogant Normacus became just as miserable when he returned to the acid rain's embrace.
The Blood God, huh.
I even moved his pool back home and made it a spectacle.
As for Yahweh?
Hawk recalled the projection of Yahweh he faced at his godchild's baptism.
In his mind, Yahweh's dark, aged visage appeared.
Hawk only had one evaluation.
Hid and sneak!
Craven!
Not worth fearing!
Hawk then ignored Normacus, who was howling in the acid rain, and left the Second Nether Prison with Anna, ascending in spirit, and reopened his eyes.
The time in the warehouse paused at the moment Normacus's head exploded.
At the moment Hawk reopened his eyes.
With a pop.
Normacus's head exploded, the headless corpse thudded, falling onto the warehouse floor.
Dark red blood began to spread across the floor.
The next second.
Hawk recalled a sentence said by Normacus.
"... The Blood God Envoy told me to come to New York City, to cleanse New York City."
"Soon, they will come for me."
"..."
Alright!
I'm in New York City, waiting for you to come.
Or perhaps...
Let's see who's faster.
Let's compare.
Who finds whom first!
...