People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 121

At this time, there seemed to be countless powerful people in the universe peeking through the endless time and space, peeping at the earth.

The bald girl magician has a solemn look, drawing squares and circles with her hands. A magic circle is born from her hands, covering the earth in an instant.

She sweated slightly on her forehead, and she felt a little unbearable.

Mike seemed to feel something.

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

Seven steps a week.

Look around.

Mike chanted: “Heaven and earth, I am the only one!”

In an instant, golden lotus blossoms from the ground, naturally holding your feet.

The power of the golden lotus is blessed on the magic circle.

The peeping eyes were stinged, and they receded.

Mike looked up and saw the bald woman with a kind smile, disappearing into the misty night sky.

It’s a long story, but in reality, it takes only a few seconds from Drake to scream, Talos dies, and to Mike’s strange posture.

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

“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 there is no point in being alive, the moment of life and death becomes hypocritical nonsense.

The glass floor-to-ceiling window was close in front of him, and Drake stiffened, because Mike came first, so he took a moment to put on a fighting posture.

Drake, whose heart was damaged, did not die immediately. The heart is never his weakness, but a container.

“This is Dracula’s blood, only one drop.”

That drop of blood hovered on Mike’s palm, crystal clear, brighter than any ruby, and the beauty-loving woman screamed at an absolute super high decibel.

That’s why Drake said that he is Dracula and not Dracula. He is a body named Drake, with Dracula’s blood in his body.

Drake has an independent mind, but one day, Dracula itself is killed, then Dracula will be resurrected from the essence and blood. And Drake will become a part of Dracula and exist.

This is the secret of Dracula’s immortality.

Rebirth from a drop of blood.

And for a container 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 lotus flowers with golden light, and the golden light shone on the drop of blood.

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

“That’s it, this is the cursing power contained in the Dark Book of Gods.” Mike understood something, so the best way to destroy the vampire is to destroy the Dark Book of Gods.

The problem is that the Dark Book is the creation of the ancient god Sithorn, which records all the evil deeds and black magic of Sithorn.

The creation of the ancient gods, definitely cannot be easily destroyed.

Destroying the Dark Book of God is difficult, but destroying the cursing power in front of him… Mike’s hand raised the flames of Garuda, roasting black blood drops.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

There was a shrill howl from the drops of blood.

Blade, Mobias, Proxima Midnight werewolves, and the vampires fighting with them, suddenly felt pain in their heads like a needle.

They clutched their heads one after another.

The fighting was forced to stop.

The glass of the whole building shattered in the howling.

The drop of blood was burned in the flames of Garuda, and the howl that made people so painful and crazy finally disappeared.

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

As the black blood drops burned out, his expression solidified, and finally turned into ashes like an ordinary vampire.

“Hey, how long do you have to delay to clean up the dregs, it’s time to have a supper.” Mike shouted to the three of Blade.

Blade clutched his swollen head and said, “It’s simple.”

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

“Emma, ​​I’m exhausted.” Mike suddenly fart and sat on the ground.

The golden lotus blessed on the magic circle that consumes the most, emptied 90% of Mike’s power.

“MD, I owe personal love.” Mike knew that it was the supreme magician who had cut off the prying eyes of other powerhouses in Level Universe. The current Mike is just a small lotus with sharp corners, unable to withstand powerful design and toss.

You have to let the bullet fly for a while.

Develop a few more waves.

Some dark castle in Romania.

Rumble!

The thunder was rolling.

Compressed dark clouds hung from the horizon, and electric snakes tore through the dark sky.

A simple coffin was placed in the room of the castle.

Sudden.

One arm pierced the coffin board, and the fist that seemed to be holding suddenly popped out of the middle finger.

A pale, gloomy, skinny man sat up straight from the coffin, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He threw off his favorite coffin board fiercely, and his voice was 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 rickety, old servant, holding a kerosene lamp, walked in tremblingly.

“What’s the master’s order?”

“Arrange a ship to the United States, the sooner the better.”

“Yes, I do what you want.” The old servant saw Dracula’s mouth bleeding: “Master… you are injured.”

“Need to help you prepare a virgin girl?”

As long as Dracula didn’t die, regardless of multiple injuries, as long as he had enough blood, he would be able to recover immediately. As for virgin women, just as some vampires love babies, Dracula likes the blood of virgin women.

That’s why the old servant asked.

Dracula shook his head.

This time the injury is different from the normal injury, and cannot be recovered by sucking blood.

In an underground temple in the United States.

The altar was covered with thick dust.

A thick hardcover book is enshrined on the altar.

The brown cover is printed with mysterious characters.

Sudden.

The lights of the altar came on.

The hard cover book opens automatically.

The yellowed parchment was originally empty, and then revealed densely packed ancient text.

A character gradually faded and then disappeared.

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

As if nothing happened.

Mike found a deli that was open 24 hours a day. As soon as the four of them entered the store, the clerk was so frightened that he almost pressed the emergency alarm button.

Blade was wearing sunglasses.

Mobias’ head and face were hidden under the hood.

The Proxima Midnight werewolf was wearing a T-shirt that was two sizes smaller on the upper body, and the bottom was broken into strips—if no suitable one was found, it had to be done.

Mike’s face turned pale, and he felt like he was floating when he walked.

This group of people looks too weird.

The clerk didn’t call the police right away, it was because he had more night shifts, and he was more courageous than the average person.

Mike took out two dollar bills and patted them on the counter: “Fried chicken, sandwiches, what’s on it, the sooner the better. The rest is a tip.”

When the clerk saw the banknotes, his eyes lit up: “Okay, I’ll be here soon.”

This is the United States. Regardless of whether you are a man or a ghost, a devil or a god, as long as you pay, you are a good customer.