The Blade Warrior knew very well that he had no right to refuse, so he could only endure his nausea and pour the blood from the cup directly into his mouth.

 He had never sucked blood before. Even if he needed to recover from an injury, he would choose blood transfusion.

 Because he wants to differentiate himself from those bastards who regard blood-sucking as their nobility.

 But facing the real ancestor of vampires, he had no right to choose.

 …

Above the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Natasha and Hawkeye met right in front of Steve.

 Steve is learning how to fight with a shield from Kalju, the master of combat, but the progress is a bit slow.

 Because even if Kalju is the top master of blocking, his purpose of blocking is to smash the enemy's head with his shield and fists.

If the situation was not so critical, Kalju would prefer the feeling of crushing the demon's head with his iron boots.

 The shield was just his choice to prolong his fighting years.

 Steve does not have that kind of power. Although it would be somewhat difficult for him to break an ordinary person's head, it is quite easy to separate the head from the spine.

 But when facing an extraordinary enemy, the final decision cannot be made.

“Captain, Nick Fury needs you to be ready for battle.”

Hawkeye said this to Steve.

Although Nick Fury is talking about letting Steve pursue what he wants, what does Captain America want? Just to get rid of the enemy and embrace peace.

　To put it bluntly, it’s just to make Captain America ready to go to the battlefield at any time.

Hawkeye disdains Nick Fury's conversational style of talking without words.

 Everything has to be guessed?

 If you guessed it right, it means his leadership was meritorious; if you guessed wrong, it means his subordinates didn’t understand it well?

 This is a non-stick pan.

 “What happened again?”

Just as Steve stopped what he was doing and was about to ask more questions, Calgiu hit him on the head with a small broken wooden shield.

 Steve lay neatly on the ground, his eyes looking at the sky in a daze.

“It seems you can only train so far today.”

 Cargiu threw the broken wooden shield in his hand directly to the ground and disappeared.

 Cartier was not interested in training a warrior who was destined not to become his heir.

Had it not been for Bulkesso's request, he would not have done such a useless thing.

"Asgard has fallen, and the remaining Asgardians have just appeared in New Mexico. I am considering whether to tell Thor."

Natasha took out a bottle of vodka and poured it down.

Only on the top of the sacred mountain of Harrogath can this black widow show her wild side.

 “This is really big news.”

Hawkeye rubbed his short hair, feeling a slightly prickly feeling and said:

 “Then what are you going to do? Keep it secret from Thor?”

 “I’m going to tell him, but I just don’t know how to say it.”

Natasha felt a little headache thinking about the pride she felt every time she saw Thor and how he would introduce everything about Asgard to them.

 Do you want her to tell Thor, "Your father lost and was sealed together with your mother?"

Thinking of this, Natasha took out another bottle of vodka and poured it into her mouth, and almost took out a bottle of vodka and started firing around.

“I feel like something is wrong with the most common situation, and there seems to be more and more things happening all of a sudden.”

Hawkeye snatched the bottle of vodka from Natasha's hand and poured it into his own mouth.

 Since the appearance of the Demon King of Hell, the world has suddenly become less peaceful.

 Eagle Eye only felt a little bitter.

Especially after meeting Spider-Man from the "parallel universe", things completely got out of control.

“I thought that after I killed the Red Skull, the whole world would be at peace again. Hell, I’m just a veteran, and now I’m getting a pension!”

 Steve picked up his shield and covered his face as he spoke, his voice a little shaky.

 “Who’s going to tell Thor?”

Hawkeye said in a bit of a stupid tone, and he felt bad all over.

 “How about I go? You know, the old guys have to enlighten the young people.”

Vida's voice that had not appeared for a long time suddenly sounded, and he appeared three or four steps away from several people.

“Ancestor Vida, you are here again. You are the only one on the entire holy mountain who seems to be doing nothing.”

Natasha took out a bottle of wine with a smile and threw it over. Although the disembodied Vader could not drink wine now, this did not prevent him from collecting it.

 Vida, who didn’t save a dime before his death, naturally wouldn’t have any fine wine hidden away.

 Otherwise, he wouldn’t be fighting the autumn wind everywhere.

 “This is considered a deposit?”

Vida smiled heartily, and then walked towards the direction of the Elder's Temple.

Thor is probably with that boring guy from Volusk right now.

“Vida always said he was just a businessman’s soul, but who would believe his lies?”

 Eagle Eye muttered softly.

Qualkiq, the old general, always showed some respect when facing Vader. It would be a lie to say that Vader is not strong.

“Perhaps Vader will eventually meet someone who sees him right, and then he won’t have to fight around.”

Natasha said casually, and then lay directly on the snow of the Holy Mountain.

 At this moment, a new brave man finally appeared at the gate of the Holy Mountain.

Perhaps not so brave...

 The person who came was a man, 1.88 meters tall, with curly blond hair.

 Compared to his height, his build looks a little thin.

 It looks like it only weighs about 70 kilograms.

 And his face was full of pain, as if he might commit suicide at any time.

 “Young man, are you planning to die?”

Madoc frowned and spoke to the young man in front of him. He felt a somewhat unpleasant aura from this young man.

 That is the feeling of death.

 And this guy has no life at all, as if he has lost the whole world, and he is worse off than dead.

 “Yes, it’s just me...how do you put this? I can’t die.”

“I tried jumping off a building, but a big hole appeared on the ground. I recovered after resetting my broken neck.

I also tried throwing myself into a lake, but I just fell asleep. Bleach tasted like drinking coffee, and bombs couldn’t kill me. I felt like I was abandoned by death.”

The young man said this, and the more he talked, the sadder he became.

Although his experience is very sad, it is also ridiculous.

 Craig Hollis.

 Essentially, he is still a human being, just mutated...

Of course this kind of mutation is benign, and there seems to be no problem in calling it "supreme human being".

 As long as his soul is not killed, he is immortal.

 Kill his body and he will be resurrected immediately after a period of time.

Death seemed to have forgotten the existence of this guy and never intended to take away his soul. Perhaps his body was not ready to die yet, so it removed his name from its authority.

 “It’s so strange that someone who despises life actually despises death?”

Madoc rubbed his beard. He felt that this young man seemed to be able to make Malthael sick.

Though Malthael could kill the young man's soul with sheer force, the rules of death would have no effect on this guy.

 “Why are you seeking death and climbing the holy mountain?”

Madoc started to have a headache, he said a little irritably.

“It’s just that it seems like I can be needed here and I won’t be left behind. Someone said this to me.”

Craig said this.
To be continued...