At this time, there seemed to be countless powerful people in the universe peering at the earth through endless time and space.
The bald female mage looked solemn, and drew squares and circles with her hands. A magic circle was born from her hands, covering the earth in an instant.
She was sweating slightly on her forehead and felt a little unable to hold on.
Mike seems to feel something.
One finger to the sky and one finger to the earth.
Walk seven steps around.
Look around.
Mike chanted. "I am the only one in heaven and on earth!"
In an instant, Golden Lotus flowers swelled on the ground, and they naturally held their feet.
The power of Golden Lotus flowers blesses the magic circle.
The prying eyes were stung and they all retreated.
Mike looked up and vaguely saw the bald woman smiling kindly and disappearing into the dim night sky.
It's a long story, but in reality, it only takes a few seconds from Drake to roar, to Talos to die, to to Mike to make a strange gesture.
At this moment, Drake actually had the idea of worshiping.
"Impossible, I am the king."
Drake gritted his teeth and suddenly ran towards the window.
If the king doesn't kneel down, then he can run away?
Saying that life is meaningless turns out to be pretentious nonsense when it comes to life and death.
The floor-to-ceiling glass window was right in front of him, and Drake froze because Mike arrived first and had time to put on a fighting posture.
Poof!
Drake Look down.
A hand penetrated his heart.
Mike retracted his fist and clearly penetrated Drake's chest, but no blood was stained.
Mike spread out his palm, with slender green-white fingers, and a drop of scarlet blood in the palm.
"Give it back, give it back to me."
Drake, whose heart was damaged, did not die immediately. The heart was never his weakness, but a container.
"This is the blood essence of Dracula, only one drop."
That drop of blood was suspended on the palm of Mike. It was crystal clear and more dazzling than any ruby. A woman who loves beauty would scream at extremely high decibels after seeing it.
That's why Drake said that he is neither Dracula nor Dracula. He is a body named Drake, and his body contains the essence and blood of Dracula.
Drake has independent thoughts, but one day, Dracula's body is killed, then Dracula will be resurrected from the essence and blood. And Drake will exist as a part of Dracula.
This is the secret of Dracula's immortality.
Rebirth with blood.
As for containers like Drake, Dracula must have prepared more than one.
"No, there should be something more essential."
Mike stared at the drop of blood, his pupils gradually turned into golden lotuses blooming with golden light, and the golden light shone on the drop of blood.
The color of the blood gradually faded, and the drop of blood turned into pure black.
"I see, this is the power of the curse contained in Darkhold." Mike has understood, so if you want to eliminate Vampire, the best way is to destroy Darkhold.
The problem is, Darkhold is the creation of Elder Gods Chthon, and records all the evil deeds and black magic of Chthon.
Elder Gods's creation, of course, cannot be destroyed easily.
It is difficult to destroy Darkhold, but destroying this little bit of curse power in front of you... Garuda Flame rises from Mike's hand, burning black blood droplets.
"Ahhh!"
A shrill howl came from the blood drops.
Blade, Morbius, Werewolf by Night and the Vampire who were fighting with them suddenly felt as if their heads were being pricked by needles.
They all covered their heads.
The battle was suspended.
The entire building's glass shattered in the howl.
The blood drops were burned up in Garuda Flame, and the painful howling that drove people crazy finally disappeared.
Drake put one hand on the ground, trying to stand up, and stretched the other hand forward, trying to grab something.
As the black blood drops were burned away, his expression froze, and eventually turned into ashes like the ordinary Vampire.
"Hey, how long do you want to wait until you clean up this garbage? It's time for midnight snack." Mike shouted to Blade and the three of them.
Blade covered his swollen head and complained, "It's simple."
Blade found that Vampire had no fighting spirit. The king and the leader were easily killed, and they were already desperate.
"Emma, I'm exhausted." Mike suddenly sat down on the ground.
The Golden Lotus flower that consumed the most energy on the magic circle drained 90% of Mike's power.
"MD, I owe you a favor." Mike knew that it was Sorcerer Supreme that blocked the prying eyes of the powerful people in the universe. The current Mike is just a little lotus, and cannot withstand the design and tossing of a powerful person.
You still have to let the bullet fly for a while.
Develop a few more waves.
Romania A certain dark castle.
Rumble!
Thunder rolls.
Pressing dark clouds hang in the sky, and electric snakes tear through the dark sky.
There is a simple coffin in the room of the castle.
suddenly.
An arm poked through the coffin board, and the middle finger suddenly popped out of what appeared to be a clenched fist.
A pale, gloomy, thin man sat up straight from the coffin, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
He threw away his favorite coffin board, his voice full of anger. "Who is it? Who is it?"
He looked in the direction of United States.
After a while, the pale man sat up from the coffin and shook the copper bell.
A stooped, old servant walked in shakily, carrying a kerosene lamp.
"What are your orders, Master?"
"Arrange a boat to United States, the sooner the better."
"Yes, I will comply with your wishes." The old servant saw blood bleeding from the corner of Dracula's mouth. "Master... you are injured."
"Do you need help preparing your virginity?"
As long as Dracula is not dead, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as there is enough blood, he can recover immediately. As for virgins, just like some Vampire love babies, Dracula likes the blood of virgins.
That's why the old servant asked this question.
Dracula shook his head.
This time's injury is different from ordinary injuries in that it cannot be recovered by sucking blood.
United States In an underground temple.
The altar was covered with thick dust.
There is a thick hard-cover book on the altar.
The brown cover is printed with mysterious characters.
suddenly.
The altar light came on.
The hard cover book opens automatically.
The yellowed parchment was originally empty, and then revealed densely packed ancient text.
A character gradually fades and then disappears.
Next, the book is closed and the light is turned off.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Mike found a deli that was open 24 hours a day. As soon as the four of them entered the store, the clerk Ju. Hua was so scared that she almost pressed the emergency alarm button.
Blade is wearing sunglasses.
Morbius's head and face are hidden under the hood.
Werewolf by Night was wearing a T-shirt that was two sizes too small for his upper body, and his bottom was torn into strips - he couldn't find the right one, so he had to make do with it.
Mike's face turned pale and he felt like he was floating when he walked.
This group of people looks so weird.
The clerk didn't call the police immediately because he worked the night shift a lot and was more courageous than the average person.
Mike took out two US dollar bills and slapped them on the counter. "Fried chicken, sandwiches, whatever you have, the sooner the better. The rest is a tip."
When the clerk saw the banknotes, his eyes lit up. "Okay, I'll come right away."
This is United States, it doesn't matter whether you are a human or a ghost, a devil or a god, as long as you pay, you are a good customer.