Daisy's entrance stunned Count Dracula. In that flash of lightning, he saw many things. The originally dim sky erupted with waves of stifled, nauseating roars. Terrifying bloody light shone through the clouds, and the entire earth seemed to tremble.
What did that mean? It meant Hell's will was resisting this woman. Hell's will did not want her to enter. The entire world was rejecting her, yet she had forced her way in.
This woman had silently dispelled his magical shield. Just who was she? She did not seem to be any of the powerful figures he knew.
He could not understand the Star Mark power, but Daisy had studied much of Oshtur's theory and possessed an embodiment of Holy Light herself. Her energy naturally carried a sacred, radiant quality.
That quality was not unfamiliar to the creatures of Hell. There were slight differences in the details, but in the broad sense, was this not an Angel?
Could this woman be some Seraph who had descended upon Hell?
Everything had happened too suddenly. If he had been prepared, Count Dracula's shield would not have been breached so easily. If he had layered himself in countless shields, victory or defeat aside, as long as they had defenses, even if God descended in person, they would dare exchange a few blows. This had always been the pride of mages.
Count Dracula only hated that he had not made more preparations. He still had so many spells he had not used!
No matter how fiercely he raged, it was useless. He had no idea how many changes had occurred in that instant. Gripping his severed arm, Deadpool broke through layer after layer of obstruction and drove it straight into Count Dracula's heart.
The Count ultimately failed to escape Deadpool's blood contamination. The stab went