Tony shook his head hard, trying to sober himself up as much as possible. He quickly donned the Mark Armor and raised his hands, aiming them at the strange guy beside Duva.
"So you're the one who smashed my wall and broke into my territory? Another weirdo in ancient clothes. Don't tell me you're an Asgardian too."
But Tony's drunken warning was nothing more than a joke to Dracula.
"No matter how much time passes, humans remain the same. They love using all kinds of tools as extensions of their power, yet mistake those tools for power itself, and thus develop overwhelming confidence."
Dracula completely ignored the energy cannons gathering in Tony's palms. He stared intently at Duva, then lowered his gaze to the goblet of flesh and blood Duva had extended toward him.
His nose twitched, and a look of deep intoxication appeared on his face.
"This blood is highly corrosive, yet it does not corrode your own flesh? How fascinating. I was only just awakened by those foolish descendants, and I have already encountered something so interesting. Since when did a species like yours exist in this world?"
Dracula did not stand on ceremony. He directly took the chunk of flesh from Duva's hand and lowered his blood-red eyes to examine it.
Then he actually drank it.
Not only the sober people, but even the drunkards present rubbed their eyes and stared wide-eyed at this madman's insane act.
That was Xenomorph blood. Who in the world did not know how terrifying Xenomorph blood was by now? A single drop could rival a carefully manufactured human weapon.
Yet this guy had downed it in one gulp? Even more absurdly, his movements were so noble that even the angle of his long fingers holding the flesh goblet seemed to have