People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

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 and covered the earth instantly.

She was sweating slightly on her forehead and felt a little unable to hold on.

Mike seemed to feel something.

One finger to the sky, the other to the ground.

Walk seven steps around.

Look around.

Mike chanted: "I am the only one in heaven and on earth!"

In an instant, nasturtiums bloomed on the ground, and they naturally held their feet.

The power of the Golden Lotus empowers 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 took a few seconds from the moment Drake roared, Talos died, and Mike made a strange gesture.

At this moment, Drake actually had the idea of ​​worshiping him.

"Impossible, I am the king."

Derek 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 in front of him, and Drake froze because Mike arrived first and had enough time to put on a fighting posture.

puff!

Drake bowed his head.

A hand penetrated his heart.

Mike retracted his fist and clearly penetrated Derek's chest, but no blood was stained.

Mike opened his palm, his fingers were slender and green, and there was a drop of scarlet blood on his palm.

"Also, 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 Dracula's essence and blood, only one drop."

The drop of blood was suspended on Mike's palm. It was crystal clear and more dazzling than any ruby. A woman who loves beauty would definitely scream at a high decibel level after seeing it.

That's why Drake said that he is Dracula, but he is not 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, and Dracula will be resurrected from the essence and blood.And Drake will exist as part of Dracula.

This is the secret of Dracula's immortality.

Rebirth from a drop of blood.

And Dracula must have prepared more than one container like Drake.

"No, there should be something more essential."

Mike stared at the drop of blood, and his pupils gradually turned into golden lotus flowers blooming with golden light, and the golden light shone on the drop of blood.

The blood color gradually faded, and the drop of blood turned into pure black.

"I see, this is the power of the curse contained in the Dark God Book." Mike understood, so the best way to eliminate vampires is to destroy the Dark God Book.

The problem is that the Dark Book is a creation of the ancient god Sithorne, and records all of Sithorne's evil deeds and black magic.

Of course, the creation of the ancient gods cannot be destroyed easily.

It is difficult to destroy the Dark God Book, but to destroy this little bit of curse power in front of you... Garuda flames rise from Mike's hand, burning black blood droplets.

"Ahhh!"

A shrill howl came from the blood drops.

Blade, Morbius, Night Werewolf, and the vampires fighting them suddenly felt pain in their heads as if they were being pricked with needles.

They all covered their heads.

The battle was suspended.

Glass shattered throughout the building in a howl.

The blood drops were burned away in the Garuda flames, and the painful howls that drove people crazy finally disappeared.

Drake put one hand on the ground, trying to stand up, and stretched his other hand forward, trying to grab something.

As the black blood drops were burned away, his expression froze, and eventually turned into ashes like an ordinary vampire.

"Hey, how long do you want to wait until you clean up these scum? It's time for midnight snacks." Mike shouted to the three of them.

Blade covered his swollen head and complained: "It's simple."

Blade discovered that the vampires had no fighting spirit.The king and the leader were easily killed, and they were in despair.

"Emma, ​​I'm exhausted." Mike suddenly sat down on the ground.

The most consuming golden lotus flower on the magic circle drained 90.00% of Mike's power.

"MD, I owe a favor." Mike knew that it was the Supreme Mage who blocked the prying eyes of the powerful men in the universe.The current Mike is just a little bitch, 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.

A dark castle in Romania.

Rumble!

The thunder rolled.

Squeezing dark clouds hang in the sky, and electric snakes tear through the dark sky.

There is an ancient coffin in the room of the castle.

Sudden.

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 the 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 is the master's order?"

"The sooner we arrange a boat to the United States, 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 injured he is, as long as he has enough blood, he can recover immediately.As for virgins, just as some vampires love babies, Dracula loves 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 and cannot be recovered by sucking blood.

In an underground temple in the United States.

The altar was covered with thick dust.

There is a thick hard-cover book enshrined on the altar.

The brown cover has mysterious characters printed on it.

Sudden.

The altar light came on.

The hardcover book opens automatically.

The yellowed parchment was originally empty, and then revealed dense ancient writing.

A character gradually fades and then disappears.

Next, the book is closed and the light goes out.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Mike found a deli that was open 24 hours a day.As soon as the four people entered the store, the clerk was so scared that she almost pressed the emergency alarm button.

Blade wears sunglasses.

Morbius' head and face are hidden under his hood.

The Night Werewolf was wearing a T-shirt that was two sizes too small on his upper body, and his bottom was torn into strips - he couldn't find a suitable 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 looks so weird.

The clerk didn't call the police immediately because he worked the night shift a lot and was braver than the average person.

Mike took out two dollar bills and slapped them on the counter: "Fried chicken, sandwiches, whatever you have, the sooner the better. The rest is tip."

When the clerk saw the banknotes, his eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll come right away."

This is America. 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.