From the prototype, immortal

With Marcus's strength, his sword was enough to cleave werewolves in two, a single, unstoppable blow.

At Marcus's command, the vampires quickly adjusted their stances, preparing to face the upcoming fierce battle.

Marcus took the lead, charging into the werewolves like a bolt of black lightning.

His speed was extremely fast, almost surpassing human limits.

The werewolves, caught by surprise, couldn't keep up with Marcus's speed at all, and could only watch as this vampire leader entered their ranks as if there was no one there, wantonly slaughtering their companions.

Marcus's swordsmanship was sharp and precise, each swing seeming to predict every minute movement of the werewolves, the tip of his sword indomitable.

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His sword light flickered in the night sky like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, each wave taking a life, leaving trails of blood, stirring up a storm of blood and gore among the werewolves.

Wherever he passed, the werewolves didn't even have time to react before being cut in half by his incredibly sharp blade, blood spurting like a fountain, the air filled with a thick bloody smell, the scene was too horrible to look at.

Selene followed closely behind with the Death Dealers, like messengers of death, constantly reaping the lives of werewolves.

Gunshots rang out, ultraviolet bullets and silver nitrate bullets flew in all directions.

However, Craven was a few steps behind. He carefully dodged the werewolves' attacks, while cautiously observing the surrounding environment.

He didn't dare gamble on whether he could dodge the ultraviolet bullets.

Years of pampered life made him cherish this hard-won life even more, and he was unwilling to capsize in this dangerous place due to a moment of negligence.

However, Craven was careful enough, but he couldn't stand Marcus's dislike for him.

So, two werewolves were kicked away by Marcus. Craven's caution failed to completely avoid danger. Just as he was focused on the surrounding environment, two werewolves suddenly rushed out from the side. They had not yet transformed, maintaining their human form, because in this narrow space, the huge body after transformation would become a burden, affecting speed and flexibility.

And the killing speed of firearms far exceeded their melee ability after transformation.

Before Craven could react, he was pressed to the ground by these two sudden werewolves, and for a moment, he couldn't move.

Craven:……

Werewolves:……

Craven was shocked. He never expected that he would fall into such a passive situation.

He struggled to get up, but the strength of the two werewolves firmly suppressed him.

Craven was extremely anxious. He knew that if he continued like this, he would eventually become a victim of the werewolves.

In the next moment, Craven quickly wanted to shoot, but the two werewolves reacted very quickly.

They pulled the trigger, and ultraviolet bullets roared out, heading straight for Craven. Craven's heart tightened, and he tried his best to dodge, but he was unable to move because his body was suppressed.

The ultraviolet bullets hit his body, making a "buzzing" sound. Craven's skin began to dry and crack rapidly, as if an invisible force was devouring his life.

"No!!!"

Craven screamed, his voice full of despair and fear. One ultraviolet bullet was enough to kill a vampire, let alone so many.

Craven's body began to be dried by ultraviolet rays, evaporating all the blood and water. He became a dry shell, lying quietly on the ground, with no life left.

Marcus snorted coldly and continued to slaughter other werewolves.

Without Lucien, the werewolves without a leader were quickly slaughtered by Marcus, and the remaining werewolves who fled were also chased by the Death Dealers.

Marcus was too lazy to continue chasing, and returned to the castle with the remaining men.

"Next, we must do our best to find the Dragon Balls, especially that Iron Man."

Marcus said to Selene.

With Craven dead, Selene became the strongest under Marcus, after all, she didn't indulge in extravagance, wine, wealth, and lust.

"Yes, Elder Marcus."

Selene nodded.

Find out the true identity of Iron Man, and then give him a ruthless blow before he puts on that armor!

Vampires don't mind using any means to succeed.

Marcus doesn't plan to resurrect Viktor, that guy will only fight for power and profit, what's the point of resurrecting him?

He plans to take action himself, so Selene, a vampire who has been to America once, will be the guide.

From Selene's memory, Marcus already knows who she is.

Although she is the adopted daughter of that guy Viktor, she unexpectedly did not inherit Viktor's mind of fighting for power and profit, but is very simple. Marcus also admired her and treated her differently because of this.

No mistake, one first, one issue, one content, one in, one look!

On the other side, in a brightly lit underground workshop, Ivan Vanko was buried in a pile of complex mechanical parts and circuit boards. His hands were as flexible as a magician, assembling cold metal parts into amazing masterpieces.

The air was filled with the smell of oil and welding fumes, mixed with a sense of change about to be born.

At this moment, the door of the workshop was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind mixed with the noise from outside poured in, interrupting Ivan's focused work rhythm.

Justin Hammer strode in,

"Where is my power armor?"

He was a little impatient.

Justin has endured Ivan for a long time, especially after seeing his rival Tony Stark shine with his Iron Man suit, he is even more eager to have his own power armor to prove his strength and vision.

Ivan raised his head, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had expected Justin's impatience.

"Don't worry, your power armor is ready."

With Ivan's guidance, the two came to a spacious warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, two steel armors shining with cold metallic luster came into view. They stood there quietly, like two guardian gods, waiting to be awakened.

A trace of surprise flashed in Justin's eyes, and then replaced by greed. He couldn't wait to touch the armors that represented power and glory.

"This is the power armor?"

Justin's voice trembled slightly with excitement. He circled the armor, carefully examining every detail, his eyes flashing with satisfaction.

However, when he noticed the seemingly small helmets, he couldn't help but frown.

"Dude, what was I saying, you are a genius, but, is there something wrong with this helmet?"

He looked at Ivan suspiciously, obviously puzzled by the size of the helmet.