Dimensional Wizard of the Marvel World

"This is not what you should ask, Dracula." Bloodstorm One looked at Dracula coldly, and the magic fluctuations in the castle became even more intense: "You have two choices now: either join us and welcome the coming together. The dark age; or, it will remain in this land forever and become a part of the castle."

Dracula laughed, with unquestionable arrogance in her laughter: "Join you? Join a group of traitors who betrayed their bloodline? It's so ridiculous! As for staying, it depends on whether you have the ability! ”

Before he finished speaking, Dracula's figure flashed and turned into a black shadow. He instantly appeared in front of a blood witch, with his sharp claws as lightning as lightning, and he directly grabbed the opponent's vital points. However, the blood witches were prepared for a long time. A blood-red barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking Dracula's attack. At the same time, the other five blood witches also launched an attack, and a dazzling light burst out from the castle instantly. Fierce energy collision.

The battle lasted for a while. Although Dracula was powerful, it seemed a bit difficult to join forces with six blood witches who also had a deep magic foundation. The interior of the castle was damaged and full of holes, and the air was filled with pungent blood and burnt smell.

Dracula stared at these six unique vampires coldly!

For these disobedient vampires, there is only conquest and complete destruction in his heart.

In his opinion, any existence that challenges his authority should not exist in this world.

Although these blood witches have great power, they are just rebels in his huge empire. If they do not surrender, they must be eliminated.

"Do you think that with this little power, Dracula can shake me?" Dracula's voice echoed in the castle, with unquestionable majesty and cold murderous intent.

His eyes were like an abyss, shining with scarlet light, as if they could see through all illusions and look directly at the essence of the soul.

The six blood witches looked at each other and read the same message from each other's eyes - the battle was much more difficult than they expected.

But they did not retreat. As blood witches, they carried their own missions and pride, and even faced the arrogant Dracula, they would never give up easily.

"Dracula, your era is over!" 'Shit' shouted loudly, her voice stirring up layers of echoes in the castle, as if a challenge to the ancient curse. She released a circle of fluctuating energy fields, trying to interfere with Dracula's magical flow.

Other blood witches also used their own unique skills, some released rusted iron wire in an attempt to penetrate Dracula's immortal body; some weave complex magic circles in an attempt to seal Dracula's power. In the castle, magic and darkness intertwined, forming a thrilling battle picture.

However, Dracula is not an easy enemy to deal with. He sneered, and his body instantly turned into a black shadow, shuttled between the six blood witches, each attack being accurate and fatal. His sharp claws cut through the air, bringing bloody trajectories, and every touch would make the blood witches' defenses shaky.

The battle became more and more intense, and every inch of space in the castle became a battlefield. Although the blood witches cooperated tacitly, they gradually seemed unable to do so in the face of Dracula's overwhelming power. Their magic began to dry up and their movements became slower.

Dracula saw that the climate was almost the same!

The blood suddenly spread beside him, and a breath that made all vampires tremble for him was pressing on the six blood witches!

"This is the power of the Blood God! Damn, how could you have the power of the Blood God!" Bloodstorm One howled wildly.

He quickly stepped forward and wanted to tear Dracula into two pieces! When the other five blood witches released the breath of the Blood God, they were already crawling on the ground and dared not move!

Dracula looked at Bloodstorm One rushing towards him with contempt!

One punch!

With just one punch, the powerful vampire body of Bloodstorm One did not withstand Dracula's power, and a big hole was pierced in his chest.

Bloodstorm One knelt straight in front of Dracula. The resentment and unwillingness in his eyes gradually dissipated under Dracula's cold gaze. His body slowly fell down and turned into a pool of black blood, blending into ancient times. The fort had been stained with blood.

This scene brought the fear in the hearts of the other five blood witches to the pinnacle. They had never seen such a terrifying power. Even if they joined forces, they could not shake Dracula at all, let alone the sudden power of the Blood God, as if they had sentenced them to death.

"The power of the Blood God?" Dracula smiled sarcastically, "This is just the tip of the iceberg of my power. How can you ants be worthy of knowing true fear?"

As the words fell, the air in the castle seemed to solidify, and the blood energy surrounding Dracula became more and more intense, forming blood vortexes, which involved all the blood energy around it, including those magic fluctuations that had not yet dissipated.

The blood witches resisted with difficulty, but in the face of this force, their struggle seemed so powerless.

Dracula looked at the ground and knew that Bloodstorm One was not dead yet!

And all the blood and energy around him were sucked away by him. As long as Bloodstorm One wanted to live, he could only come out again.

Not long after, the black blood floated back to the ground!

After a squirming squirting, Bloodstorm One's body reappeared.

Dracula looked at the clone clone with his genes.

He sneered, "Submit or die!!!"

Bloodstorm One wants to choose to die!

At this time, the smoke eater among the Blood Witch said, "Our Blood Witch Association has chosen to surrender! Anyway, we all believe in the Blood God!"

Bloodstorm One turned his head and glared at the smoke eater, but the smoke eater was not wrong!

They all believe in the Blood God, and naturally they all exist to pursue stronger power. Although Dracula in front of him is so powerful that it is heart-wrenching, if they can take this opportunity to approach the power of the Blood God and even gain the favor of the Blood God, then all their previous sacrifices and efforts will become worth it.

"Very good, enlightened." Dracula's voice was filled with a hint of satisfaction. He slowly withdrew the blood vortex surrounding him, and the atmosphere in the castle also eased. The fluctuations of blood and magic that were swept into the vortex seemed to be rewoven by invisible power, turning into a thicker black mist on Dracula's body, making his figure look more majestic and inviolable.

The blood witches supported each other and stood up. Although they were physically and mentally exhausted, their eyes were filled with complex emotions - both fear of the unknown and expectations for new opportunities.

They understood that from now on, they would no longer be free, but become part of Dracula's huge empire, and their destiny would be closely linked to this ancient vampire.