Chapter 136: Stealing a Darkhold
Blood-red space.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. team advanced steadily, and along their path of advancement, dinosaur-like Vampires kept charging at them.
These Vampires looked quite ferocious, but their strength was not as terrifying as imagined. When facing the giant battle armors, they could barely last long before being torn apart.
And S.H.I.E.L.D.'s preparations were not entirely ineffective.
When preparing to go to war with the Vampires, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Research and Development Department used the gene samples of those two dinosaur-men, Norman and Connors, who had Vampire genes in their bodies.
They successfully developed two kinds of serums.
One could restrain the Vampire's self-healing power, and the other could destroy their genetic stability.
And based on these two serums, a large number of serum bullets, serum bombs, and serum sprays were manufactured.
These two serums played a miraculous role in combat.
Although they did not reach the expected level of instant death upon hit, it was much better than nothing.
The Vampires hit by the serums would have their self-healing power significantly reduced, and at the same time, their genes would be damaged, becoming far more fragile than before.
Coupled with the fact that on the S.H.I.E.L.D. side, except for Tony and others who were in giant battle armors, the rest of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were also wearing iron battle armors.
With the ebb and flow, the Vampires were not as tenacious as imagined, presenting an almost one-sided situation, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. side suffered no casualties.
They also discovered the abnormalities of these Vampires.
They were no longer afraid of ultraviolet rays and silver; apart from being ugly, they had almost no weaknesses.
This made the S.H.I.E.L.D. side even more determined in their actions.
These monsters that fed on humans had actually overcome their own shortcomings, so they had to die.
Even though most of these S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were Hydra, they did not want Vampires to exist either.
No one was willing to become food for another race; heretics should just stay in their graves.
Snap!
A huge chain blade descended from the sky, splitting a Vampire in half as blood splashed everywhere.
The Vampire trembled a few times and completely lost its vitality.
Those serums were also smeared on the chain blade, causing massive damage to the Vampire.
Tony controlled the battle armor to put away the chain blade, looking around. Everywhere his eyes reached was bloody and littered with severed limbs.
The Vampire that had just died was already the last one in this wave of incoming Vampires.
However, there was no joy on his face; instead, he grew increasingly uneasy.
Along the way, not only did he manipulate two battle armors to attack the Vampires,
but those scattered micro-robots were also collecting data and searching for patterns.
Tony discovered a very strange thing.
That was, the locations where these Vampires appeared seemed very chaotic, but statistically, they were very regular.
The micro-robots summarized and analyzed these patterns, and finally represented them in the form of a graph.
It looked like a distorted symbol with special meaning.
If it were in the past, he might have just thought this was scribbled nonsense, just some coincidence.
But now it was different. After witnessing Loya's magic, Tony subconsciously felt that this was not a coincidence, and perhaps it was some kind of magic circle.
The abnormalities of these Vampires also proved one thing from the side.
These guys had almost no sanity, and all the attacks they launched were suicide missions, feeling as if they were being controlled to be sent to their deaths.
These strange discoveries made Tony increasingly anxious.
He didn't understand this stuff at all, let alone what other information was hidden behind it.
Every step of the entire team was a helpless advancement.
They simply had no way out.
Along the way, Tony had not forgotten to look for a way to leave this space.
As a result, he gained nothing; he still knew far too little in this regard.
For this operation, the preparations were still too few; next time, he must make thorough preparations no matter what.
To be honest, Tony didn't want to die; Pepper was still waiting for him outside.
Even this operation was done behind Pepper's back.
If he really had an accident and died here, he couldn't imagine what would happen to Pepper at all.
A strong sense of anxiety surged into his heart, Tony's heart pounded, and he felt so uncomfortable he was almost going crazy.
But looking at these S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents outside, as well as the alien prince who yelled wildly every time he hacked a Vampire to death, a strong sense of responsibility surged in his heart again.
He had to do his best to protect these people.
Tony sighed and muttered softly: "Alas, it would be great if Loya were here. Where on earth did you guy run off to?"
Speak of the devil.
Just a few seconds after he finished speaking, that familiar voice sounded in his earpiece.
"Yo! Tony, you really missed me quite a bit while I was away." Loya's tone was very brisk, and there was some chewing sound in the background, "What? Encountered some difficult problem?"
"You—Loya?" Tony was stunned, lowered his voice, and was extremely pleasantly surprised, "Are you alright? Why did you suddenly disappear earlier? Also, how did you contact me? I don't have your signal here."
Loya smiled and casually said: "That old dog Dracula took me to another space, but it's fine. Not only did he not hurt me, but he also gave me a big gift."
As for how I contacted you, just treat it as a kind of magic.
"Then can you still come over?" Tony didn't have time to marvel at the magic.
His tone was somewhat urgent. Unknowingly, Loya had become his backbone, and he only felt a sense of security when Loya was around. "I feel a bit dangerous on my side, and things happening are very strange."
Then Tony told Loya about his discoveries in detail.
After listening, Loya still had a casual tone: "Rest assured, I can come over at any time. You guys just keep moving forward, leave the rest to me, and don't have any worries."
I am waiting in the dark for Dracula to appear. Just trust me. When he appears, I'll definitely hack him to death.
Hearing such a positive guarantee, Tony breathed a sigh of relief, and the anxiety in his heart completely disappeared.
Since Loya had said so, what else did he have to say?
Just go straight up and that's it.
Even the Vampire ancestor Dracula couldn't hurt Loya, and this guy was even waiting for Dracula to appear, showing his strength.
Tony even heard the sound of cracking melon seeds in the background, and the credibility of this goes without saying.
He was extremely envious in his heart and also full of confidence; this time should be stable.
However, he did not plan to tell everyone. Morale was very high right now, and there was no need to make extra impacts.
Just at this time, Steve shouted loudly in the channel: "Ahead should be the end point, everyone cheer up and wipe out all the Vampires!"
"Charge!"
"Kill these scum!"
"We are invincible!"
Wiping out Vampires along the way like chopping melons and vegetables, these S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents' confidence surged drastically; Vampires were not as outrageous as imagined.
With so many of them going up together, were they afraid they couldn't beat a Dracula?
Led by Steve, the crowd began to charge grandly towards the blood-red castle in the distance.
But no one noticed that those bloodstains slowly merged into the dark red earth and disappeared without a trace.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Loya was swiping with one hand on the "hacker phone", paying attention to the situation on Tony's side, while also splitting the screen to look at today's news.
The other hand was cracking five-spice melon seeds taken out from the system space, accompanied by the wails of evil spirits dying nearby, making it thoroughly pleasant.
It formed a sharp contrast with the bloody scene on Tony's side.
Venom cracked melon seeds and said in a muffled voice: "Master Luo, is it really too late if we wait until the most critical moment to go out? Aren't you worried something will go wrong?"
It worried that problems would occur during space teleportation; what if there was an error and it didn't teleport over?
In chaotic spaces, this situation was very common.
"What are you worried about?" Loya spat out a melon seed shell with a relaxed tone, "That old fellow Dracula is so cowardly after dying once. Without waiting for him to completely come out, how can we solve it all at once?"
Those things Tony said, he also felt very strange about them.
Dracula's actions were undoubtedly setting up some kind of magic circle, but his method was very strange and lacked any efficiency.
With his strength, he could completely kill those Vampires himself, form some kind of magic circle, or even directly appear and kill all the S.H.I.E.L.D. people.
There was completely no need to let the S.H.I.E.L.D. people kill those Vampires; wasn't this having too much time on his hands?
Therefore, this old fellow must still be hiding something; it's best not to act rashly.
In the boss mission, Dracula's plan still had to be stopped; it was best to wait a bit longer to avoid accidents.
With the extreme teleportation of the "eye of aurora", it was in time whenever, let alone Loya had friend teleportation, which was ridiculously fast, so there was no rush.
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While munching on sunflower seeds, he shifted his attention to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s side.
After the previous battle, they encountered no more fights along the remaining journey, as if the vampires had vanished completely.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s team advanced almost without impediment, soon arriving near the blood pool not far from the blood-red castle.
"Stop!" Steve shouted into the squad comms channel.
The squad halted instantly, everyone staring warily at the blood pool ahead, eyes filled with shock.
Above the blood pool, ripples distorted the space, and a blood-red throne slowly materialized.
Seated upon the throne was an exceedingly elegant middle-aged man, holding a goblet filled with viscous blood in his hand, slowly savoring it.
Steve switched on his loudspeaker and yelled loudly, "Are you Dracula?"
Dracula smiled faintly, taking out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood stain at the corner of his mouth. "That's right, I am Dra—"
"Fire!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Steve decisively issued the command, giving the opponent no time to react.
Everyone present unleashed their full firepower in an instant.
Grenades, RPGs, heavy machine guns, armor energy cannons—the weapons they had been saving thriftily along the way were unleashed completely in this moment.
Dense, overlapping artillery fire formed an impenetrable barrage that swept toward Dracula.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Explosions echoed one after another, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke instantly filled the air.
Everyone held their breath, anxiously watching the direction where the smoke was clearing.
As long as the opponent was a carbon-based organism, shouldn't he be dead no matter what?
When the smoke dissipated, neither the throne nor Draculawas anywhere to be seen.
A surge of wild joy burst through everyone's hearts. Could it be that Dracula had been blown to pieces by them? Was this so-called ancestor actually nothing special after all?
Just as everyone was speculating, a sinister and venomous voice seemed to detonate directly in the depths of their minds.
"Hehehe..."
"A bunch of weak humans, how dare you interrupt me?"
Dracula's figure slowly materialized above everyone's heads.
"Fire!" Without any hesitation, Steve gave the order again.
But this time, it was no longer effective.
Dracula produced a staff in his hand and tapped it lightly. A mist of blood spread out, rendering everyone completely immobile; the blood within their bodies was controlled by an eerie power, and if anyone dared move, they would explode and die.
So-called technology could not kick up the slightest wave before him now.
The scene instantly fell into a dead silence. No one expected Dracula to be so powerful—not only were thermal weapons useless, but they couldn't even put up a fight.
Even Sif of Asgard and The Warriors Three were no exception.
Their blood seemed frozen, making them unable to move; even the slightest effort brought a surge of severe pain.
Dracula stepped slowly into the crowd, a sneer on his face. "Just like that mage earlier, you have no manners at all, interrupting before I even finish speaking.
He didn't know what's good for him and has already been trapped by me in a space he can never leave in this lifetime. But you folks are quite fortunate."
Dracula shook his head as he took Blade—whose limbs were broken and mouth a bloody mess—from an agent.
With a tap of his staff, countless streams of blood surged from the blood pool, covering Blade's body. His crippled body regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, fully restored in an instant.
However, the first thing Blade did upon recovering was not to take revenge on that agent, but to hastily drop to his knees.
Trembling, he kissed Dracula's boot, his expression pious and his voice choking with emotion, "Great Master, thank you. I thought I would never see you again."
Dracula nodded with satisfaction, a sickly smile appearing on his face.
Nothing was more pleasing than having a former enemy submit at one's feet; it was a feeling of ultimate satisfaction.
And all of this was thanks to that all-controlling god, the true origin of vampires.
"Dracula! What exactly are you trying to do? Why deliberately send vampires to their deaths?"
Just then, Tony gritted his teeth and asked, enduring the pain in his body.
He was trying to probe Dracula under Loya's instructions.
"Good question. You are just as clever as I expected, being able to notice these details. You will surely accomplish great deeds in the future."
Dracula smiled faintly, as if he needed someone to ask this exact question to satisfy his morbid, victorious vanity.
"It's very simple. You will all become servants who view me as the supreme true lord, just like Blade. You elites of society will become the keys for my Lord to rule the world."
He pointed at the blood pool, his voice laced with temptation. "You will be turned into pureblood vampires with no weaknesses and no flaws, just like me.
After becoming my servants, when you re-enter the world, you will start with your relatives, bringing them here for a continuous stream of conversions, continuously making them my servants."
At this point, Dracula raised both hands high and threw his head back in laughter.
"When the number of converted pureblood vampires reaches a certain threshold, the ritual will become part of the world. Those vampires you killed share a connection with you and will become part of the ritual along with you.
When that time comes, my Lord's power will return through the ritual, entering this space, tearing open this damned barrier, and returning the world to darkness! All things will return to chaos, and grand unity shall finally be achieved!"
After saying this, he exhaled smoothly. Such a grand plan would be far too boring without an audience. Speaking it out loud felt truly exhilarating.
Dracula extended his staff and tapped it lightly, as if bestowing a favor. Tony flew out of his armor. "You are very good. This is my grace to you, allowing you to become my first servant."
Tony looked up and glared at Dracula, sneering, "Keep dreaming, you dead sissy."
"Hmm?" Dracula frowned slightly; he really disliked that title.
He shook his head lightly, his tone turning cold. "Foolish human. When you become my servant, I will make you lick my boots clean, and—"
Before he could finish speaking, Dracula suddenly shuddered, a sense of crisis like never before surging from his heart!
Before he could react, the divine book in his arms flipped open automatically and froze on a certain page. Space twisted around him, carrying him away and vanishing.
Boom!
The instant he disappeared, a giant golden-yellow axe fell from the sky and slammed heavily into the ground, letting out a deafening roar!
Starting from the point of impact, a crack spread outward for tens of meters, and golden flames rose up, burning away the blood and filth on the earth.
Wearing his "blackened mask", Loya looked with some surprise at Dracula, who had materialized tens of meters away.
His ambush was so perfect, yet the opponent actually dodged it. He really had some skill—no wonder he was called a master of black magic.
"How could you possibly escape?!" Dracula shouted in disbelief as soon as he landed.
It was utterly unbelievable that this mage could escape after eliminating so many evil spirits.
That was an anchor space; without coordinate targeting, even he couldn't easily enter or exit, let alone a mage who had expended so much power.
To think this guy could even pinpoint his exact location and launch a sneak attack was simply mind-boggling.
What was most incomprehensible was: why would a mage wield such a massive axe? Is he out of his mind?
Loya paid him no mind at all, merely extending his left hand slowly to use a capability he hadn't used in a long time.
"Never Leave Empty-Handed!"
"Steal it for me!"
It was rare to encounter such a boss, so he had to steal something from him.
The next moment, without any warning, an ancient, jet-black book appeared in Loya's hand.
The moment he held the book, information about it surged into his mind.
"Darkhold!"
Along with this wave of information came a powerful mental control, attempting to corrupt him into a servant of the Darkhold.
Unfortunately, this mental control was destined to fail. Wearing the "blackened mask", Loya was directly immune to mental control.
Only then did Dracula across from him realize his arms were empty. That divine book he prized like treasure and used to communicate with the god had bizarrely appeared in Loya's hands!
His face instantly flushed red, his eyes nearly bursting out of his sockets as he roared in unbelievable fury, "Give me back the Divine Book!!!"
Chapter 137: I, Dracula, am invincible!
"You want it?"
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"Heh! I'm not giving it to you!"
Loya laughed heartily, and with a reverse movement, threw the Darkhold into the System Space.
The old fellow Dracula was extremely insidious; he shouted fiercely, as if his defenses had been completely breached.
In reality, while shouting, this old monster was still using some method to recall the Darkhold, pulling one little trick after another.
If not for Loya's absurdly immense physical strength, making the Darkhold's struggles in his hands ineffective after several attempts, a normal mage would have truly let Dracula succeed.
Therefore, mages must practice physical training; they can't not practice it.
Loya didn't believe that putting the Darkhold into the System Space could still allow it to be perceived.
The System Space was equivalent to his absolute territory; let alone perception, whatever was put inside belonged to him, and no one could take it away.
When the Darkhold was placed into the System Space, Dracula was completely dumbfounded, his pupils suddenly contracting, unable to conceal his look of shock and horror.
When the Darkhold was eerily snatched away at the first moment, he actually wasn't as panicked as imagined.
Relying on the soul connection between himself and the Darkhold, he was confident he could recall it, and acting as if his defenses were severely breached was merely a habitual reaction.
He just hadn't expected that the young mage Loya's strength would be so great to this extent, resembling an unshakable mountain; relying on the magic left on the Darkhold, he simply couldn't summon it back.
Which family's mage trains holy light to such an absurd degree while also training their strength to such an absurd degree? Is this a proper mage?
Furthermore, without direct contact with the divine book, the spatial magic engraved upon it could not be activated normally.
Now it was even more absurd: the connection between him and the Darkhold directly vanished.
This wasn't being severed, but completely vanishing. It was even more terrifying and higher-end than simple severance. The young man opposite was even more difficult to deal with than imagined; no wonder he was able to come out from the anchor point space.
Dracula raised his staff toward Loya, not flying into a rage, but instead remaining calm and composed, carrying the tone of a senior advising a junior: "Young man, I advise you—"
"Never Leave Empty-Handed!"
"Never Leave Empty-Handed!!"
"Never Leave Empty-Handed!!!"
Loya never listened to the advice of the older generation, let alone this old monster who didn't know how many years he had lived.
With a reverse movement, he unleashed a series of Never Leave Empty-Handed, wildly stealing from Dracula's body.
The next moment.
On his left hand, a staff, a suit jacket, an undershirt, trousers, and a series of accessories appeared in sequence, um—except for underwear.
On the other hand, Dracula instantly became a naked man floating in the air, a blatant exhibitionist.
Loya glanced at him, his expression changing, and he subconsciously took half a step back.
Solely because Dracula, after being stripped bare, was as pale as a dead person, and had no gender characteristics!
It gave him quite a big scare.
So that was why he wasn't wearing underwear.
"What the f*ck? What kind of monster is this, so disgusting." Tony exclaimed, enduring the intense pain within his body, his face bearing undisguised disgust.
He truly gained some insight; there was actually this kind of damned monster wearing a human shape, truly disgusting to the extreme. The ancestor of vampires? More like the ancestor of perverts.
"Blech! So disgusting."
"Exactly, exactly."
"If I were to become this kind of vampire, I'd rather die!"
"And he considers himself a high-end race; he's not even worth a single hair of us humans!"
The S.H.I.E.L.D. crowd also endured the intense pain in their bodies, speaking up one after another to mock him.
The usually serious Steve also cursed a few times along with them.
Previously, when Loya wasn't around, they didn't dare to act rashly. Now that their backer had arrived, even if it hurt so much that two drops of urine came out, they still had to curse a couple of times to vent their anger.
No matter what, their momentum had to be put on display.
The plan of that old monster Dracula made them grind their teeth in hatred.
Listening to everyone's undisguised mockery and feeling the coolness coming from his body,
Dracula's eyes were instantly covered with bloodshot veins, and his fair body turned crimson in a split second.
This time, his defenses were truly breached.
Someone like him, who viewed himself as a superior race and deliberately acted noble and elegant in his actions, how could he tolerate being stripped naked in broad daylight?
And being pointed at and gossiped about by beings considered lower-form life forms, mocking what he considered his most noble aspect.
Dracula made a grasping gesture with his right hand, and countless blood instantly gushed out from the blood pool, condensing into a crimson staff, while simultaneously draping a suit of blood-colored clothing over himself.
Gripping the staff, his whole body trembling, he explained in a hoarse, desperate voice, looking somewhat unconfident no matter how one looked at it: "You weak mortals understand nothing at all. Gods inherently have no gender; how could mortals understand the nobility of gods! This is the most perfect manifestation. You are truly ignorant! Ignorant! A bunch of monkeys driven by hormones inside your bodies!"
Dracula pointed at Loya with venomous eyes, wishing he could swallow him alive and tear him to pieces, but hindered by the fact that the divine book was hidden by the other party and its location couldn't be found, he couldn't act rashly and could only rage impotently.
The divine book was the core of all plans and also the source for exerting his full strength. It must absolutely not suffer any accidents, otherwise he would have to start all over again.
He didn't know what magic this damned fellow had actually used to silently steal the divine book, and even steal everything on his body.
What kind of bastard researched this magic anyway? It's too perverted!
Dracula could only glare fiercely at Loya, attempting to intimidate him: "You brat, I advise you to return the divine book to me, otherwise I only need to move a finger, and all your comrades will experience a reversal of blood flow and burst to death!"
With a gentle wave of his staff, countless blood threads emerged from atop the staff, with the other end connecting to everyone on the S.H.I.E.L.D. side.
Clearly, this was the evil magic that controlled the blood within their bodies.
In fact, Dracula had tried using this magic from the very beginning to affect Loya's blood and defeat him in one strike.
It was just that once this magic came into contact within a certain range of Loya, it would be annihilated by an invisible force, a force that was exceptionally sacred and powerful.
"Threatening me?" Loya sneered coldly, "An hermaphrodite, rotten-assed monster like you is worthy? If you're perverted, just admit it, forcing yourself to drag in some kind of divine body—you really have no shame!"
Before his voice had even faded,
amplification staff appeared in his hand. He touched the ground with the staff and shouted loudly: "Divine Illumination!"
Hum!
A soft chime rang out in the void. Golden holy light, as dazzling as the scorching sun, erupted from the top of the staff, resembling a golden torrent that spread across the entire scene in an instant.
Fizz fizz!
Those blood threads representing blood magic were completely purified the instant they came into contact with the holy light, turning into nothingness and dissipating.
The holy light continued to spread, even piercing through the armor of the S.H.I.E.L.D. crowd, shining directly onto their bodies to drive away the residual dark blood magic within them.
"Divine Illumination" had previously been used by Loyaalmost entirely as an offensive means.
In reality, this was a top-tier support magic packed with various buffs; it was just that its suppression of darkness was somewhat absurd, making its lethality appear extremely strong.
As the holy light swept across everyone's body, the sensation of their blood being controlled vanished instantly, replaced by a refreshing and comfortable feeling from the inside out.
The holy light, like a blazing sun, spread to Dracula in an instant. His newly condensed blood-colored clothing evaporated in a flash, and he once again became a stark-naked pervert.
Not only that, after coming into contact with Dracula, the holy light began to frantically attack his dark essence.
Waves of black smoke rose from his disgusting body, and his skin and flesh were annihilated in the holy light, revealing the blood-red bones beneath the flesh.
"Dammit! Why is this holy light so absurd!"
Dracula cursed inwardly, executed a neat leap, and dived headfirst into the blood pool below, disappearing from sight.
Judging by how silky smooth it was, he had probably practiced it who knows how many times.
The holy light was dazzling, and everyone subconsciously closed their eyes, unable to look directly at it.
When the light dissipated and they opened their eyes again, everyone was shocked in place by the scene before them, their mouths slightly agape, unable to speak a word.
They saw Loya suspended in mid-air, with his back to everyone, two pairs of huge, magnificent, pure white wings unfurled behind him, burning with a mysterious platinum-gold flame, dazzling and eye-catching.
Starting from where he was, an invisible domain spread outward. Wherever it passed, the blood mist dissipated, and the bloodstains and filth on the ground were also purified.
The whole person was like an angel descending!
"An— —angel?"
Everyone blinked in disbelief.
Wings, holy light, the power of purification—if this wasn't an angel, what was it?
The impact of this scene on the S.H.I.E.L.D. crowd was extremely terrifying.
Especially in America, a country where religious beliefs were quite widespread, the image of an angel brought an even greater impact to people.
Even a portion of agents were already in tears, beginning to chant the contents of the Bible and praying for redemption, just a step away from kneeling.
Tony, Steve, and the others, though shocked, weren't as exaggerated as some of the agents; they merely felt that their sense of security had increased by quite a bit.
Thor's thoughts were much simpler. The stronger Loyawas, the more face he felt he had; after all, they were good friends.
Venom quietly watched all this from the bag, muttering to himself: They're all a bunch of hicks, there are even more absurd things out there. It's a pity only this granddaddy gets to witness them.
Loya didn't know that his image with unfurled wings had nearly made many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents kneel.
Going all out, he had perceived that after Dracula fell into the blood pool, a powerful evil was gathering, and its strength could not be underestimated.
He needed to make some preparations in advance.
Loya gently waved his wings, and countless tiny flames descended from the sky, passing through their armor and precisely falling into everyone's body.
At first, everyone was still terrified. After all, fire was burning onto their bodies; who wouldn't be afraid?
But they quickly calmed down again, feeling a sense of wonder—this flame did not cause any harm, and didn't even burn their clothes; it was merely burning quietly, appearing to be some kind of defense.
This was the protective effect of Loya's "Eternal Flame" on friendly forces, which could cleanse incoming dark magic.
Coupled with the suppression of dark forces and the weakening of spellcasting efficiency from the "Purifying World Domain", it was enough to protect them from being invaded by dark magic temporarily, allowing him to fight wholeheartedly.
However, Loya did not apply the full effect of the "Eternal Flame" to everyone, such as the cleansing of the soul and body, and so on.
Most of them only had the effect of resisting dark magic.
He only bestowed the complete effect upon the Original Avengers six-person group, as well as Coulson, Sif, and The Warriors Three, among others.
He knew that Hydra accounted for the majority in this team. If they were truly soul-washed and purified into paragons of truth, goodness, and beauty, and stopped being Hydra, that would be troublesome.
This kind of ability was historically disliked by those in power, and Pierce disliked it even more. He still had to take missions from this old man, so protecting them a bit was already enough.
As for Tony and the others, that was different; there were emotional foundations here. Helping them purify their souls and bodies and farming some favorability wasn't bad either.
The effect was just as Loya had thought. When the complete "Eternal Flame" took effect, Tony, Thor, and the others all had reactions.
Inside their armor, they let out faint groans, feeling their bodies exceptionally comfortable, as if all impurities had been cleared away, becoming extraordinarily relaxed.
Their favorability also increased respectively.
Natasha's increase was the greatest, going from sixty all the way to eighty points.
Tony's already very high favorability also increased a bit, and ninety was just around the corner.
But Loya didn't notice that the "Eternal Flame" and Thorseemed to have produced some strange chemical reaction.
Inside the armor, Thor's mind became increasingly clear and tranquil, his gaze grew increasingly bright, and the whole person truly looked to have a bit of a king's demeanor.
Faintly, electric arcs could still be seen flashing deep within the pupils.
Loya didn't pay too much attention to it, nor did he notice this detail, focusing all his attention on the blood pool before him.
At this moment, the blood pool was surging wildly, and evil auras continuously erupted, seeming to nurture some kind of terrifying monster.
Loya had always been cautious and never gave enemies a chance to enter another stage.
Without any hesitation, he waved his wings, and a cluster of "Eternal Flame" fell into the blood pool.
In just an instant, using the blood as fuel, the fire burned across the entire blood pool, instantly turning the huge blood pool into a sea of fire, steaming with bloody vapor and making a sizzling sound.
Of course, that was not all!
Loya held "solar judgment" high with both hands, and with a thought, the axe grew wildly against the wind, instantly growing to tens of meters in size.
"I'll hack you to pieces, you pervert!"
He let out a loud shout, his muscles bulged, and he swung downwards hard with both hands. The sun fire and holy light intertwined on the axe blade, as if capable of splitting all darkness!
Boom!
The axe blade cleaved heavily onto the blood pool, not feeling like striking blood at all, but rather like striking some kind of hard substance.
Where the two intersected, a deafening loud noise erupted.
Starting from the point of contact, visible cracks spread like a spider web, and the sun fire quickly spread along the gaps, incinerating this dark-attributed blood.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
From within the blood pool came a piercing and terrifying howl. Dracula had completely lost his previous elegance, leaving only utter madness.
His voice exploded in the void, sounding exceptionally furious.
"Why? Why? Why do you always like to interrupt me? Humans nowadays truly have no manners at all!"
The blood pool returned to its viscous state once again, and an incomparably hideous monster slowly emerged from within.
This was a huge blood-red skeleton with an extremely hideous appearance. Just the upper body exposed outside the blood pool was seven or eight stories high, while its lower body was soaked in blood.
As for Dracula, he was embedded right in the center of the blood-red skeleton's ribs, still completely naked, looking extremely blinding to the eyes.
Eternal Flame and sun fire burned on the skeleton. Just as a layer was burned off, it was instantly replenished by the blood pool. Although the two flames could not be extinguished, relying on near-infinite replenishment, it forcefully protected Dracula at the core position using its massive health pool.
"Holy crap! Susanoo?"
Loya widened his eyes and blurted out.
The sense of déjà vu was simply too strong.
Dracula had also grown smarter. Since he was still on fire at the moment, he decided to strike first and talk later.
He sneered and immediately manipulated a bony hand to grab towards Loya, bursting into frantic laughter: "Damn brat, why do you think I dared to let you in? Do you think you can stop my magic? You are too naive.
In this space, I am a god! I am invincible. As long as the blood pool is undying, I will not die, and my energy is endless!"
With the speed bonus of "eternal wings", Loya's figure moved like lightning, dodging the bone hand's attack with a nimble side-slide.
The bone hand's attack missed, but it still sparked a terrifying shockwave visible to the naked eye, imagining just how powerful the force was.
While dodging, he roared loudly: "Everyone from S.H.I.E.L.D.! Fall back!"
As soon as his voice fell, the S.H.I.E.L.D. members directly activated the armor's overclocking mode, running faster than rabbits and rushing over a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.
A monster dozens of meters tall had appeared, which was completely beyond what they could handle. Running away took priority; not dragging Loya down was already the greatest help.
At the same time, Loya let out another loud shout: "Hulk! It's your turn!"
This sentence was like a certain switch. Banner inside the armor felt a familiar trance, hurriedly opened the armor hatch, and stumbled out of it.
The next moment!
"Roar!"
"Hulk! Attack!"
Accompanied by a frenzied roar, Banner instantly turned into Hulk.
He stomped heavily on the ground with both feet, carving out two deep pits. His massive body leaped out like a cannonball, rushing towards Loya as if they shared a telepathic connection.
Loya took the opportunity to retreat, also charging toward Hulk.
Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, he steadily rode on Hulk's shoulders, as if completing some kind of fusion.
Everyone watched in dumbfounded shock, their brains utterly unable to process it.
What kind of operation was this again?
No matter what, they couldn't understand what this combat style meant.
Why ride a mount when you have wings?
So Banner entered this place just to act as a mount?
Did this have any strategic significance?
After mounting Hulk, Loya immediately activated "Absolute Value". Only when having a mount could this ability exert its effect perfectly.
Only now was he perfectly exhibiting his combat power, and it was also the safest time.
As for how to deal with Dracula, he already had an answer in mind.
This idiot had exposed his own weakness himself.
"Hulk! Charge!"
Loya waved his giant axe and roared loudly.
"Roar roar roar!"
Hulk roared in response repeatedly, thrilled that they could fight side by side again.
The two of them sprinted madly toward the blood-red skeleton. Their figures were so tiny beneath the blood-red skeleton, looking strikingly like Don Quixote charging at the windmills.
Seeing this scene, Dracula clapped repeatedly, laughing so hard tears were almost coming out.
"Hahahahaha, you two idiots. A mage doesn't play with magic, but instead plays melee, and now you even want to be a knight. Truly hopelessly stupid."
He shook his head and advised: "Young man, recognize reality. I advise you to obediently hand over the Darkhold. Perhaps I will spare your life and let you become a pure-blood Vampire like me."
"Otherwise!" he sneered, "I can only let you guys die!"
"You hermaphrodite, dead pervert, sooner or later I'll turn you into a statue and hang it in the toilet!"
Loya sneered, not caring at all about any harsh words Dracula uttered.
In the process of scolding Dracula, he had already secretly activated "Trial of Justice".
Naturally, his justice value was higher. A mysterious power surged from within his body, and everything following would be true damage—this was the key.
As for the effect of moral condemnation, it did not manifest on Dracula, perhaps because this guy fundamentally had no morals.
"Then go to hell!" Having been interrupted several times in a row, Dracula became much more decisive. A bone fist smashed fiercely towards Loya, splitting the air and producing a loud explosion, while black magic was being chanted in his mouth.
A flash of holy light on Loya's body warded off the black magic entirely.
Facing the bone fist crashing down, he unexpectedly didn't dodge or evade. The muscles on his arms bulged, swinging the giant axe in a full circle to meet it head-on!
A sneer hung on Dracula's lips as he mocked inwardly: "You actually dare to fight me head-on, overestimating your capabilities! Once I kill you, I'll slowly search for the Darkhold."
Puchi!
When the fist and axe intersected, there was no scene of Loya being knocked flying as imagined, nor was it an evenly matched spectacle.
Instead, it was an unimaginable scene.
As if cutting tofu, the giant axe easily sliced open the bone fist, and flames gushed out, rapidly spreading toward the skeleton.
"solar judgment" possessed several characteristics and enchanting effects. Now Loya had even activated "Absolute Value", allowing him to unleash even more power, coupled with various ability buffs and the true damage brought by "Trial of Justice", stacking the buffs almost to the maximum.
It would be strange if things condensed by dark magic weren't easily sliced apart. If it were truly condensed by chakra, it might have been able to block it for a while.
"How is this possible!?" Dracula's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.
His domain-type dark magic, cultivated for several years and consuming hundreds of thousands of lives as his ultimate trump card, couldn't even block a single axe strike. How could this be possible!
"No, without the Darkhold, I cannot block this axe. I must send this bastard out of this space."
Dracula's mind raced, and he instantly made a decision.
He regretted it to the extreme now. When the Darkholdwas still there, he should have directly sent this guy away instead of locking him in the anchor space and wanting to subdue him for his own use; otherwise, the Darkholdwouldn't have been stolen.
Without the Darkhold, trying to use spatial magic and more advanced magic would become exceptionally difficult, and he could only rely on previously left fixed formulas, which were located at the very bottom of the blood pool.
Dracula never expected that Loya's magic was not only extremely formidable, but his physical strength was also heaven-defying, and the weapon in his hand was even stronger to an incomprehensible degree.
Without the Darkhold to control this space, he couldn't unleash his full strength at all, let alone deal with the opponent. Letting the opponent stay here would only ruin his plan.
However—imagination is wonderful, but reality is harsh.
Just as Dracula wanted to implement this idea, a sharp pain suddenly came from his brain, as if his entire brain had been crushed.
"Ah—heh—hey—"
Unconscious screams came from his mouth, drool flowed freely, and the entire blood skeleton trembled as well, tottering precariously.
That's right, Dracula's brain was indeed crushed—crushed in a physical sense, with even his skull peeled open.
The blood pool was frantically repairing his brain, but it couldn't keep up with the speed at which it was being mashed.
After slicing open the bone fist, Loya smoothly closed in within a five-meter radius of Dracula.
He used an item he hadn't used in a long time.
"third hand!"
A metal arm instantly appeared inside Dracula's brain, fiercely crushing his brain and stirring it wildly to prevent him from recovering.
One had to admit that with this blood pool around, Draculacould indeed be called invincible in a certain sense.
His recovery ability had reached an extremely outrageous degree. If the third hand hadn't stirred fast enough, it wouldn't even have kept up with his recovery speed.
It simply didn't look like recovery anymore; it looked more like refreshing a status.
Not to mention this blood skeleton's dark magic, which was also exceptionally powerful and integrated with the blood pool, possessing nearly endless energy.
Unfortunately, he met Loya and was completely countered.
Furthermore, he had exposed his own weakness: if he was invincible in this space, wouldn't changing spaces solve it?
It's just that this guy Dracula kept claiming he was invincible in this space, yet there didn't seem to be anything truly invincible about him.
Spatial abilities were only showcased earlier when he was acting arrogant; why didn't he use them just now? It felt a bit strange.
Loya shook his head and stopped pondering this question.
He completely failed to remember that defeating Draculaseemed somewhat simple entirely because he had stolen this guy's biggest backing right from the start.
Without the Darkhold, Dracula's strength would be greatly discounted, let alone any talk of invincibility.
Loya pressed his advantage, casually hacking apart the blood skeleton's ribs with a few axes, put on a glove, and distastefully lifted Dracula out.
Carrying Dracula in one hand, Loya jumped down from Hulk and laughed: "Hulk, I'll assign you a task: smash everything here to pieces, except for those people!"
Hulk gave an evil smile, let out an excited roar, and immediately began destroying everything on the spot, smashing gravel flying everywhere.
Meanwhile, with a thought, Loya vanished instantly with Dracula.
It was finally time for the harvest.
Chapter 138: I Don't Lack Anything Now! (Updated 10,000 words today, asking for monthly votes!)
Anchor Space.
Dracula felt the sharp pain in his head disappear, and his mind gradually cleared.
That feeling of being constantly stirred finally vanished, leaving only a hint of bitterness in his mouth.
His vision was still blurry, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
His last memory was fighting that mage with explosive physical strength. Just as he wanted to escape, a sudden pain shot through his brain, and he knew nothing after that.
As his powerful self-healing ability took effect, Dracula's vision gradually cleared, allowing him to see his surroundings.
He saw that damn axe-wielding mage and a glob of pitch-black snot staring at him, with chilling smiles on their faces.
"It's you!" Dracula gasped in shock and anger, instinctively trying to cast dark magic to escape.
But he suddenly realized he couldn't muster even a fraction of his power, and his arms felt completely empty.
He then looked around and found that not only were his arms gone, but all four of his limbs had been severed. Platinum-white flames burned at the stumps, blocking his body's regeneration.
Strangely, however, there was none of the intense pain he had expected.
His entire upper body was suspended in the cold, dark void.
And he was all too familiar with this place—it was the Anchor Space where he had previously banished Loya, intending to torture him and make him his subordinate.
"Impossible! When did you capture me? And how dare you return here? You consumed so much power fighting me, aren't you afraid of being trapped here forever? How did you find the coordinates to this place?"
Dracula cried out repeatedly, his eyes filled with disbelief. Every single move the other party made was completely beyond his expectations.
How could such a young mage accomplish all this?
And how could he be so versatile?
Does time cost him nothing?
Not only was his physical body incredibly strong, but he was also highly proficient in magic, skilled in spatial teleportation, possessed various magical artifacts, and his weapon was incredibly powerful.
Who would believe he is so young? Is he using cheats?
He had lived for so many years and had never reached this level.
"Pah!" Venom spat, saying disdainfully, "How dare you speak to my Master Luo like that? How could a low-level mage like you understand the greatness of Master Luo? Ignorant! Trash! Garbage! Idiot!"
It had witnessed Loya using spatial teleportation with its own eyes. It was practically the physical manifestation of the teleportation ability.
He would teleport at will, without any visible magic power, spatial fluctuations, or even a single warning sign. He just teleported.
If nothing else, this teleportation ability was already the most ridiculous thing it had ever seen in its vast memories. At least other people's teleportation had some warning signs.
"Screw you! You're the low-level mage! You damn slug!" Dracula cursed back. The thing he could tolerate least was others calling him a low-level mage.
He practiced the dark magic from the Darkhold; how could he be a low-level mage? This was not just an insult to him, but also an insult to that great god.
"Someone's getting anxious, someone's getting anxious~" Venom was overjoyed, not caring about the other's insults at all. "And you talked about being invincible within this space. Hilarious! Aren't you still hanging here with your limbs chopped off? Just like a dead dog on the roadside. If you're not a low-level mage, what are you?"
It had to be said that Venom was indeed a master of pushing buttons. With just these few words, Dracula's blood boiled again.
He roared, "If this damn guy hadn't stolen my Darkhold, do you think you'd still have the chance to talk to me here? I would have turned you into a toilet seat cushion! Under my ass for the rest of your life!"
Hearing this, Loya suddenly understood. No wonder Dracula used his spatial abilities so smoothly before.
Teleporting Vampires, teleporting himself to show off, and even teleporting Loya to this Anchor Space.
It turned out it was all because of the Darkhold.
Loya couldn't help but feel a bit lucky. Fortunately, he had used "Never Leave Empty-Handed" right at the start to swipe this guy's Darkhold.
Otherwise, they would have been entangled for a long time, and it wouldn't have been this easy to take down this dark magic master, Dracula.
He made up his mind that whenever he encountered a boss like this in the future, he would steal from them first no matter what. After all, this ability had no cooldown.
Loya smiled slightly, his words dripping with a NTR-like tone, "It seems most of your strength as an old monster relies on the Darkhold. Too bad you couldn't protect it, and let it throw itself into my embrace. It's very well-behaved with me."
"Fuck you!" Dracula cursed loudly.
It was clearly stolen, yet he made it sound like it willingly threw itself into his arms. How shameless!
He trembled all over, his eyes red with rage, wishing he could tear this glob of snot and Loya into a thousand pieces.
But now, with all his limbs gone and the Darkhold missing, he had absolutely no options left and could only rage impotently.
"Alright," Loya stretched. "I'm done playing with you. Since you're awake, I'm going to start questioning you."
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"Questioning?" Dracula sneered disdainfully. "You won't pry a single word out of me. Pain and death mean nothing to me. Even if you kill me, I will return once more with the flames of vengeance."
His expression gradually contorted, becoming manic and unhinged. "Your parents will become my servants, your friends will become my food, and your lover will become my plaything! Hahahahaha... I am Dracula, I am immortal!"
"Dumbass," Loya cursed flatly. "Setting aside the fact that I have no intention of letting you resurrect after death, you're just a half-man, half-woman hermaphrodite, and you're talking like this? Did practicing dark magic rot your brain?"
"Uh—" Dracula was temporarily speechless, his face flushing red.
Just then, Loya reached out and stuffed an "honesty bean paste bun" into Dracula's mouth. With a flick of his telekinesis, he forced it down into his stomach.
*Gulp!*
Dracula swallowed the "honesty bean paste bun," his expression changing drastically. "What did you feed me?"
Loya didn't explain, only asking, "Who is the demon god behind you?"
Dracula answered truthfully, "It is the Elder God Chthon, the true source of the Vampire race."
Right after answering, his eyes widened in utter disbelief. "How could you control me? How could you make me tell the truth?"
As a servant of a Dimensional Demon God in the Reality Dimension, the very first ability bestowed by the demon god was immense resistance to mind control.
Otherwise, if a servant were captured and easily interrogated about matters regarding the demon god, it would be highly troublesome.
Yet now, he had actually spoken the truth so easily without any ability to resist. How was this possible?
Loya smiled slightly, refusing to explain just to spite him. He continued to ask, "What needs to be done to completely ruin your plans?"
Before he even finished the question, Dracula's face turned extremely ugly.
He suddenly clamped his teeth together, actually biting off his own tongue beforehand!
However, in less than a second, under his powerful self-healing ability, his tongue restored to normal.
For the first time, he utterly hated his own self-healing ability. It had ruined everything. All the preparations he had made over the years were actually going to be ruined by his own hands.
Under the absolute effectiveness of the "honesty bean paste bun," Dracula spoke the answer.
"My castle is one of the nodes; destroying the castle will ruin part of it. The blood pool is also a node. There is a magic circle beneath the blood pool; destroying the magic circle will do.
Once these two nodes are destroyed, the entire ritual will completely fail, and my plan will be entirely ruined."
"Aghhhhh!" Right after answering, Dracula let out another shrill roar. Bloody tears streamed from his eyes, and his face contorted hideously like a demon, completely devoid of his previous elegance.
Nothing was more painful and despairing than personally destroying one's own life's work.
His regrets now ran deeper than the ocean.
If he had killed Loya at the very beginning, or simply not let him enter this place, how could things have turned out like this?
It all stemmed from that single moment of greed, wanting to turn this guy into his servant.
"Excellent!" Loya gave a thumbs-up to Dracula, who was so angry he had bitten his tongue to pieces again.
Then, using his "hacker phone," he sent a message to Tony and the others, telling them to quickly destroy these two nodes.
Immediately after, he asked, "Who gave you those suits of armor? What is your connection to the armor? Who are you collaborating with on genetic research? Who else have you contacted?"
Dracula quickly responded, "The armor was given to me by Madame Gao of The Hand. My connection to the armor is merely the blood I provided.
The genetic research is a joint venture between Kingpinand The Hand. Both of them have grand ambitions, but they used my blood, meaning they would eventually be controlled by me.
Just these people, no one else. As the progenitor of Vampires, how could I constantly associate with these weak humans?"
Loya curled his lip. Even at a time like this, he was still boasting about himself. How truly shameless.
He patted Dracula's head and smiled, "Not bad, not bad. Since you've behaved so well, I shall reward you with—
Living forever! You'll never have to worry about dying again. Happily hanging on the wall every day—you can't imagine how great that life will be."
"What do you mean?" Dracula glared at Loya, a strong sense of unease suddenly welling up in his heart. He felt that something very bad was about to happen.
What he wanted most right now was to die so he could start over and serve his god again, rather than staying alive forever.
Loya ignored him, turning to scroll through his phone with Venom while cracking melon seeds, completely treating Dracula as if he were air.
"What the fuck are you trying to do?!"
Dracula couldn't help but roar. This feeling of being ignored and kept in the dark was incredibly agonizing, and seeing the other party living so comfortably only made him feel infinitely more disgusted.
As time ticked by, Dracula cursed Loya and Venom's ancestors up to eighteen generations.
Yet Loya and Venom didn't react at all.
What he didn't know was that from the very first curse, his voice had been muted by Loya. He had been talking to himself the entire time.
Finally, Loya turned to look at Dracula, unmuted his voice, and said cheerfully, "Time's up."
"What do you mean?" Dracula was stunned, his eyes filled with blank confusion.
The next moment, he understood.
Pain!
An unimaginable, limit-breaking pain flooded in from all directions, from every single cell, penetrating every corner!
It was painful enough to drive one mad.
His body, and even his soul, were wailing in agonizing torment!
"Aghhhhh—Ughhhhh—Blegh—"
Snot, tears, and drool ran everywhere. If he hadn't lost his gender characteristics, he might have even pissed himself.
Dracula had never experienced such pain in his entire life, nor had he ever been in such a pathetic state.
Yet he clearly hadn't felt any pain earlier. Why was this happening now?
In his daze, he realized the reason.
But even if he wanted to shout a curse, he couldn't open his mouth under the extreme pain. He could only let out sickening screams.
Loya watched coldly. It was best for an evil creature like this, who could resurrect, to live on in another form forever to prevent him from harming innocent people.
As for why Dracula was in so much pain?
That required mentioning a minor item.
[Temporary Painkiller: After consumption, no pain will be felt for a period of time. However, once the duration ends, the pain will be doubled.]
Before Dracula had even regained consciousness, Loya had fed him this medicine while simultaneously applying just the right amount of the Eternal Flame.
This tortured both his soul and body at the same time, driving him to his weakest possible state.
The screams lasted for nearly half an hour. By the end, Dracula could no longer make a sound.
Both his soul and body were completely numb.
Seeing this, Loya unhurriedly took out an ancient scroll.
[Sealing Scroll: The sealed target will turn into a stone statue (the weaker the target, the higher the success rate).]
The scroll unfolded, and a green light burst forth, instantly enveloping Dracula.
The next second.
Dracula's expression stiffened, and his body hardened, completely turning into a stone statue.
However, he could still speak.
He trembled as he spoke, "What did you do—"
Loya ignored him, focusing instead on the rewards he had just received on his system panel.
[Quest "Genocide" Completed]
[Reward: EXP +5,000, Item: "Oversized Band-Aid", Item: "Doom's Super Shotgun", Free Attribute Points * 3]
[Defeated Dark magic Master Dracula]
[Reward: EXP +15,000, Special Item: "Vampire Knives", Special Item: "Feign Death Stake", Precious Item: "Compendium of Spells", Dungeon Entrance Ticket: "Dark Original Sin"]
[Oversized Band-Aid: Possesses extremely strong hemostatic and water-absorbent properties. It is said to be capable of sucking an entire ocean dry.]
[Doom's Super Shotgun: Can fire two pellets at once, dealing extremely high damage to dark creatures. As long as it hits, it is guaranteed to cause damage.]
[Evaluation: This gun is just as fierce as its owner.]
[vampire knife: When used, throws eight phantom daggers. Restores health upon hitting a target. When health is full, a very small portion of the overflowing health will be converted into maximum health limit.]
[Evaluation: Perhaps one day, your health bar can be used to bludgeon people.]
[Feign Death Stake: Drive the stake into your chest to enter a state of feigned death. In the eyes of all enemies, you are completely dead.
While in the feigned death state, you can choose to enter the place you should go after death. Once the stake is pulled out, you will immediately return to normal without any damage to your body.]
[Evaluation: Perhaps in some people's eyes, this is a dating holy relic?]
[compendium of spells: Originating from an ancient evil Dragon Wizard, it records countless evil spells. It was later acquired by a female wizard who modified these evil spells and added countless righteous spells. It is a magic book where righteous qi and dark qi coexist.]
[Evaluation: Righteous qi and demonic qi? Now, I don't lack anything!]
[Dungeon Entrance Ticket (Dark Original Sin): This is a world where the Creator is dead, the World has plunged into darkness, Evil God rules over all things, and the protagonist suffers endlessly. Enter this world to bring hope to this world on the brink of destruction, bring sunlight to this world, and bring a future to this world, and you will receive the World's gift.]
[Evaluation: In places where there is no light, let us become the light.]
[You have leveled up, gaining Gacha Attempt * 1, Free Attribute Points * 3.]
Looking at these rewards, Loya subconsciously ignored the "Oversized Band-Aid" and turned his gaze to the "compendium of spells."
Righteous magic?
Separation spell?
He happened to have the Vampire progenitor, Dracula, who had turned into a stone statue and could resurrect infinitely.
Hiss!
It seems he could do something with this?
Chapter 139: World Tree Seed
He briefly checked the system rewards.
Loya put away his curiosity, picked up Dracula who had turned into a stone statue, and with a thought disappeared from the Anchor Space, reappearing above the previous blood pool.
Looking up, there was no longer any trace of the blood skeleton in the blood pool.
To be precise, even the blood pool was gone, leaving only a shattered huge crater.
The blood pool had been completely blown to smithereens by a group of furious S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, and the magic array underneath no longer existed at all.
Dealing with Dracula and his blood skeleton, wasn't causing destruction easy?
The S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents had previously been tortured to death and back by Dracula.
Wandering back and forth between hope and despair, that feeling was certainly not pleasant.
Without Dracula's dark magic controlling the blood pool, these blood pools lost the support of magic, naturally losing their original efficacy, and could be easily destroyed by weapons like bombs.
Starting from this blood pool all the way to the distant crimson castle, there wasn't a single good spot along the way.
Smashed into pieces by Hulk, and then bombed by the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, with smoke filling the air, it was truly a case of public outrage.
The crimson castle, which previously stood tall and looked exceptionally magnificent, had become a pile of ruins.
The crowd of S.H.I.E.L.D. surrounded the castle ruins, meticulously grinding every single piece of debris over again, showing how much they hated Dracula.
Dracula was held in Loya's hand; although he had become a stone statue, he could still see and hear, just like a certain untrustworthy Dragon Wizard.
Watching the painstaking efforts he had worked so hard to build destroyed like this, he was so angry he was about to vomit blood.
Carefully planning for several years, finally achieving a little success with great difficulty, everything was originally within expectations.
Gradually letting the perfect Vampire infiltrate human society, expanding infinitely, and achieving the perfect plan.
Who would have thought that an extremely ridiculous Loya would emerge and ruin everything in one breath.
What was most hateful was that the method to destroy the plan was spoken out by himself, adding even more fury to his anger.
Now he was even turned into a stone statue, unable to spit a mouthful of blood even if he wanted to, feeling utterly stifled to death.
Dracula's voice was muffled, carrying suppressed anger: "You bastard, trap one of me, and thousands of me will stand up; we will not give up.
One day, my god will descend into reality and make reality return to ultimate darkness; by that time, I will definitely torture you fiercely!"
Loya picked up Dracula, squinting at him with a speechless expression: "No, you old monster, your skin is really thick enough. The way you say that makes it seem like I'm the villain. Have you no shame?"
He paused, rubbing his chin, "However, what I'm going to do to you next might really be a bit like a villain. You better get ready, don't have a mental breakdown by then, or it won't be fun anymore."
After saying that, he even chuckled creepily twice; looking like that, nobody would believe he wasn't a villain.
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Dracula's heart shook violently, and another strong wave of unease surged into his heart.
Could it be that he was really going to be hung in the toilet?
Watching others go to the toilet every day in the future, just thinking about it was creepy. How could his noble Progenitor do such a thing? He'd rather die!
"No! Let's talk things over nicely, I can teach you a lot of magic, I still have endless—"
Dracula hurriedly spoke out, lacking his previous arrogance, his voice humble to the extreme, which could be said to have changed a bit too fast.
It was just a pity that Loya snapped his fingers and directly silenced him.
Not talking properly from the beginning, and only thinking of this after turning into a stone statue, it was already too late.
Arrogant at first and submissive later, it was laughable.
Also, this old monster's mental state was truly a bit touching.
Elegant one moment, insane the next, and then pretending to be humble, completely a mess.
Was he tormented into dementia by pain?
Or did learning dark magic hurt the brain?
Loya shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and flew towards the direction of the S.H.I.E.L.D. crowd. The matter was almost over; taking them out and clearing the battlefield would finish it.
"Good! Hulk's smash—smash looks really great!"
"Hulk is invincible!"
"Hulk, you're the best!"
"Hulk!!!"
Coming closer, they saw the S.H.I.E.L.D. crowd cheering around Hulk.
No matter what Hulk said, they showered him with praise; anyway, just praising him was enough.
This made Hulk extremely happy, feeling immensely gratified, and he slammed fiercely against the ground repeatedly.
Ever since his appearance, he was either hunted down or loathed, and even the closest Banner wanted to get rid of him.
When had he ever received such starry-eyed treatment?
Just doing what he was best at and getting so many cheers, this feeling was simply too awesome!
The people of S.H.I.E.L.D. were really nice, every single one of them was talented, spoke so nicely, and he super liked it here.
"Hulk!" Hulk roared, and started smashing fiercely again, unable to stop at all.
Seeing this scene, the corner of Loya's mouth curled up.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. crowd doing this was naturally notified by him in advance, to avoid Hulk's emotions getting out of control and hurting everyone.
Hulk was actually very easy to coax, just a little simple emotional value was enough.
Just casually praising him a couple of times could make him so happy he couldn't find his bearings.
Doing this was also for future consideration, making Hulk's impression of the World a bit better, and making it easier for Banner to communicate with him later.
Loya dropped from the air, instantly attracting the attention of the whole audience, and the crowd swarmed around him one after another.
"Dracula has been resolved?" Tony stepped up, looking curious.
Loya nodded, raising the Dracula stone statue in his hand: "Resolved, this monster has already been turned into a stone statue."
"It has to be you!" Tony gave a thumbs up, praising with clicks of his tongue; magic was still too powerful.
"Does that mean he won't revive?" Steve asked from the side, as this was what he cared about the most.
If Dracula could still revive, there would still be the threat of Vampires in the future. An enemy that could revive like this was simply sickening to the extreme.
Loya smiled and nodded: "Rest assured, it's almost impossible for him to revive."
Dracula is sealed in the stone statue. After I finish my research later, if this guy is still luckily alive, I'll reward him with a "solar judgment" to go match wits with my anti-revival mechanism.
"Good!"
The crowd cheered together, feeling a wave of relief in their hearts.
Those who came to participate in the mission to exterminate the Vampires naturally knew that Draculacould revive; everyone's mission included an item stating that they could not directly kill Dracula.
Although after truly witnessing Dracula's strength, they found that this matter was simply not something they could accomplish, it didn't hinder their vigilance against Dracula's revival.
The feeling of always having a monster staring from the gutter wasn't good; now that he had been turned into a stone statue by Loya, that couldn't be better.
Just at this moment, Coulson stepped forward and spoke: "Loya, thanks to you this time, otherwise we would have been in big trouble."
As the highest-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent present, and the mission leader secretly assigned by Fury, his mood could be described as experiencing a roller coaster, full of ups and downs.
From the confidence of crushing victory, to the despair of being schemed against, then to the collapse of powerlessness, and finally a sudden turn of events where he became a salted fish lying down to win, it was hard to put into words.
The superior he trusted greatly, who was also a comrade-in-arms who had fought side by side with him before, turned out to be an undercover agent of the opposing side, and he was being schemed against in every aspect.
All kinds of information were asymmetrical, and the boss on the other side was ridiculously strong—controlling blood, spatial magic, and later even operating a dozen-meter-tall monster skeleton.
There was simply no power to fight back at all.
If not for Loya, their group would truly have been wiped out today, all turning into slaves of the other side and becoming entities endangering the World; just thinking about it was terrifying.
The rest of the crowd also nodded one after another.
At the beginning, they had prepared so fully, with everyone having battle armor, thinking it would be an absolute crushing victory.
But the result was being a toyed-with clown, almost entirely becoming slaves and toys of the enemy.
If not for Loya, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Even some S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents influenced by Loya's Angel image couldn't help but raise a somewhat rebellious thought in their hearts.
Perhaps Director Fury's only correct decision in this mission was to let Loya join the mission; as they spoke and talked, the crowd took the set of praising Hulk and applied it to Loya, which was truly vivid, expressive, and full of genuine emotion.
Loya didn't care at first, but being praised like this, to be honest, was still quite satisfying.
However, the main thing now was to leave this place first and resolve some subsequent matters.
He smiled and waved his hand, signaling the crowd to stop, and then said to Hulk: "Hulk, thanks for your hard work on this mission, I'll find you to fight together next time! Go back first."
"Hulk——next time——come again——" Hulk waved at Loya reluctantly, and obediently turned back into Banner's appearance.
Immediately following that, Loya asked again: "Where is Blade? After Dracula turned into a stone statue, his control should have been lifted."
He quite wanted to see what Blade would look like after his control was lifted.
Immediately, an Agent propped Blade over; at this time, his limbs had all recovered, but he had suddenly fallen unconscious.
"Blade? Blade?"
Loya pushed Blade twice, and just as he was hesitating whether to treat him or not, Blade's eyelids twitched and he slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the group of people surrounding him tightly, his gaze was still somewhat dazed, not knowing what had happened.
But this gaze clearly showed that he was already released from control.
Blade was stunned for a moment, covering his forehead with his right hand, a look of pain appearing on his face as if he remembered something.
The next moment, his expression became extremely distorted, his eyes were instantly covered with bloodshot veins, and his whole body began to twitch on the spot, trembling all over.
Then with a thud, he collapsed onto the ground and directly began retching loudly.
"Blech! Blech!"
That appearance looked as if he wanted to vomit out his internal organs.
At this moment, Blade even had the heart to die.
After the mind control was lifted, all those damn images flooded into his mind all at once, making him wish he were dead.
He——he actually regarded Dracula, his lifelong mortal enemy, as his sole Master!
And he was controlled to do so many perverted things.
Every time they met, he had to gently kiss his boots; not only that, every day there was a fixed time for Dracula to lead him around with a collar like a dog, and he even had to clean up Dracula's leftovers.
Furthermore, in this incident, he was also controlled to deceive his once most trusted allies, almost causing a catastrophe.
"Blech!"
Too disgusting! Blade felt every cell trembling; it was simply too disgusting!
What Dracula did to him was not just that; there were some images he didn't even dare to think about now, feeling that his entire body was filthy just thinking about them.
Blade swore that he must peel off his skin, drain his blood, and regrow it all over again, otherwise it would be too damn disgusting!
That damn perverted Dracula!
I'll fuck you——
"Blech!"
Blade let out a world-shaking sound of retching, but ended up vomiting nothing out.
He kicked his legs, brought his limbs together, his body gave a twitch, and his head crashed onto the ground with a bang, fainting away directly.
The crowd:
"..."
Coulson went up to briefly check, sighing helplessly: "He's fine, just that the psychological impact was too great, and he couldn't bear it and passed out."
He could actually understand Blade. Being treated as a plaything by a mortal enemy of life and death, Blade just fainting and not having a psychological collapse on the spot was already very strong.
According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation into Dracula's deeds from many years ago, this guy's way of dealing with enemies was very—perverted.
What Blade encountered, Coulson didn't even dare to think about, and could only pray that Fury could properly counsel him afterwards without leaving psychological shadows.
Loya shook his head. Since even a warrior like Blade could be disgusted to the point of fainting, it seemed Dracula's methods were indeed very perverted. Such a perverted guy shouldn't be left in the World to plague others.
He said loudly: "Then let's get ready to go out."
"How are we going to go out?" Hearing this, Tony instantly became interested, and subconsciously turned on the photography equipment.
He was very interested in spatial teleportation; recording the teleportation process of magic could also serve as a reference.
Loya smiled: "All of you just need to touch each other."
After speaking, the crowd immediately followed suit. That speed, that execution capability, it was as if Loya was the Director.
Soon, the crowd formed a circle, with their bodies pressed closely against one another.
The teleportation of the "eye of aurora" was like this; bringing people required contact.
Loya placed one hand on Tony's shoulder, and with a thought, the next second, everyone disappeared.
In just the blink of an eye, they had appeared in the expansive space where they had entered the cave earlier.
"We're out just like that?"
The crowd exclaimed repeatedly; they had thought they needed to draw a magic circle or something, but didn't expect to come out in the blink of an eye.
This gave them an even deeper understanding of Loya's magical attainments.
They didn't understand magic, but they also understood that some things returning to simplicity were the highest realm, and this teleportation magic was the best proof.
Tony was somewhat disappointed; coming out so simply meant he filmed for nothing.
Loya glanced around at the S.H.I.E.L.D. crowd, found that no one was left behind, and then said: "You guys go do whatever you should do; I still need to go back and deal with that space."
Only then did the crowd discover that the previous entrance had disappeared, and what remained was only a bare cave wall.
After finishing, Loya moved his thought and returned to the space once again.
His return was naturally to collect the loot, and by the way, find a way to destroy this space so he could feel at ease.
There weren't any precious things in the ancient castle destroyed by Dracula; this old monster used to play with spatial magic flying high, so without even thinking, he must have put all the valuable things into some space.
Loya didn't act immediately; instead, he took out the "blackened mask" and started wearing and removing it back and forth, continuously grinding for the desired negative emotions.
He also wanted to see what the situation with the Darkhold was and whether he could get some other benefits. Wearing the "blackened mask" could immunize him against mind control, so he wouldn't be afraid of being influenced.
Just as he had been spam-grinding for several minutes without getting the desired negative emotions and was feeling speechless, an unexpected system promptsuddenly sounded in his ear.
[Task "King's Road" has been completed]
[Next stage task of Ragnarök is pending trigger]
[Reward: Experience Points + 1000, Odin Favorability + 30, Special Item "World Tree Seed"]
[World Tree Seed: A seed of an unknown mysterious variety of World Tree, possessing unimaginable potential, but having extremely strict requirements for growth conditions. If conditions are not met, it will never sprout and never grow.
After the seed sprouts and conditions are met, it will undergo periodic metamorphosis, bringing about unknown changes. It is said that it will even bear fruit.]
[Evaluation: Guess what kind of World Tree this is?]
Looking at the information on the panel, Loya seemed to have a few question marks popping up over his head.
No, didn't I just leave for a few minutes?
Thor, what did you do?
Is this reasonable?