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With a burst of sparks and electricity, a golden portal opened at the door of Weyland Building. Mordo stepped across the circle with a serious face, facing the stunned gazes around him. Without any extra words, he walked directly into Weyland Building.

"I know you can hear me talking. I chose to walk in slowly from outside instead of appearing in front of you directly. This is my etiquette." Mordo said.

The next second, an alien passed by and nodded to him. Without hesitation, Mordo opened the portal again and appeared in front of Duva.

"What a rare guest! Why didn't Ancient One come here, but sent you instead? Or did you come to see me without Ancient One's permission?" Duva asked.

Mordo said in a serious tone, "The Sorcerer Supreme is always alert to all interdimensional movements and has no time to waste, so I still have a strong sense of autonomy in daily affairs. We in Kamar-Taj do not adopt a strict structure like yours."

"Strict, it seems that we have very different understandings of the word 'orders and prohibitions', and I never interfere with the private actions of my subordinates... But it doesn't matter, I'm not a scholar, I won't discuss management with you."

Duva looked at the wizard in front of him with interest.

"You have launched a global offensive against vampires, isn't that correct?"

"That's right, but this is a matter of the secular world. You're not even a Supreme Sorcerer. Do you want to get involved?"

"No, if it only involves vampires, I will of course ignore it. Even if you kill all the vampires, it will not affect the stability of the earth."

Mordo hesitated for a moment, as if he was not sure how to describe it: "But vampires are different from each other. Some vampires are extremely difficult to deal with..."

For a moment, Du Wa still thought that Master Mordo came to plead for the old man with the stick.

Duva has given full authority to Erica to resolve the matter of the Stick Man. No matter how Erica and Daredevil decide to deal with their former mentor who has turned into a vampire, Duva will not interfere.

He is not a guy with a strong desire for control. He will not control the characters like playing Lego games, requiring that the commands represented by every button he presses must be executed at all times and in all places.

Dua thought for a while and said, "You mean Dracula? To put it bluntly, vampires are looking for him, and I want to find him too. I heard that guy is almost immortal, so maybe he is very suitable for me."

"It's not Dracula, and I don't know where he is sleeping. The vampire I want to talk about is not the vampire in our universe." Mordo said in a deep voice, "If you hadn't helped the Sorcerer Supreme to defeat Dormammu, I would never let you know this even if I died."

Vampires from another universe?

Duva's expression moved slightly. Just based on this sentence, he associated many things.

Mordo continued, "But these vampires from another universe are a little strange. They appeared quickly, attacked a human, and then quickly retreated before we could notice and react."

This time, Duva was completely sure who Modu was talking about.

"The dead human was called Peter Parker? A good friend of the heir to the Osborn Corporation?"

"You actually knew that?" Mordo was very surprised.

Dewar's expression was a little weird, no wonder, no wonder Spider-Man hadn't made his official debut, so he was confused and killed. It turned out that he was targeted by the heir family of the whole multivariate wandering, and killed him precisely.

The Inheritors are a notorious family of vampires in the multiverse that feed on Spider-Man.

Every time they hunt a Spider-Man, they can absorb the power of the spider totem in Spider-Man's body to increase their own strength.

The more Spider-Men that are killed, the stronger the members of this family become. It can be said that the Inheritor Family is the number one enemy of all Spider-Men in the universe. This is much more difficult to deal with than the Criminal Six.

Duva really wanted to remind Mordo that these members of the heir family were not vampires in the conventional sense. If you must say, they were vampires that specialized in sucking Spider-Man's blood, but after thinking it over he felt there was no need.

"Isn't it your duty to monitor all movements from the other world? Why didn't you stop those vampires in the first place?" Duva asked.

Mordo shook his head, his face somewhat unhappy. He hated anyone who questioned the words and deeds of the Supreme Sorcerer, and immediately said, "What do you think the Supreme Sorcerer is? Is he omniscient and omnipotent? Or is he able to detect any slight change in an instant, and has the ability to create unlimited clones, dispatching countless Supreme Sorcerer clones at any time and anywhere to investigate every change at the same time?"

It's impossible. The Sorcerer Supreme is just a powerful person. She can't be good at everything, nor can she be omnipotent.

"Moreover, those vampires are well-trained, and each of them is extremely powerful. They quickly attacked an ordinary person, and then retreated decisively as if they had sensed something. If it were you, what would you do? Would you still rush through the edge of our universe, catch up with them, and kill them one by one?"

"If I'm strong enough, I'll do it."

Duva's serious response made Mordo so depressed that he almost vomited blood. He felt that he should not have come here, and there was no need to remind Duva to pay attention to this special group of vampires.

"I'm here to remind you because I don't know if there is any connection between the vampires in our universe and those in other worlds. I still don't even know why they attacked the high school student named Peter Parker. All I can do is prevent you from being attacked by them without knowing anything."

After saying this, Mordo put on his hood again and prepared to leave.

"Thank you very much no matter what, Master Mordo. You have helped me solve a big doubt. Maybe one day in the future, your actions today will help me." Dua said seriously.

Mordo's expression relaxed, and he stepped through the portal and disappeared on the spot.

"It turns out that this universe has been visited by the Heir family and was successfully taken over..."

Since the local Spider-Man died early, it is no wonder that this universe does not exist when many Spider-Men in the multiverse form an alliance to fight against the Inheritors family in the future. Even Spider-Man is gone. How could an outsider provide a special universe number?

"The patriarch of the Inheritor family was able to defeat the most powerful Captain Universe Spider-Man head-on. His strength is very strong, but not so strong that he cannot be dealt with."

Duval touched his chin and after thinking for a while, he quickly gave orders to several aliens. They quickly shuttled around Queens, searching for Peter Parker's body.

Originally, Duvall didn't care too much about Spider-Man's life or death, because there were too many accidents in the multiverse, and the death of Spider-Man was not a earth-shattering event. But since it involved the Heirs family, Duvall changed his mind.

He may not care about the ordinary Spider-Man, but he has to care about his successors.

"I don't know if it will succeed..." This thought flashed through Duva's mind. Everything depended on whether Peter Parker's body could be found. He guessed that the Spider-Man in this universe should have awakened his superpowers after being bitten by a spider, and then was eaten by his long-awaited successors.

The time was too short, so it was likely that it did not master the skill of "shedding skin" and must be really dead.

time flies.

After Duval gathered an army of tens of thousands, he began to call on Heimdall.

The gorgeous rainbow bridge descended from the sky. It began to appear frequently, like a neon light under the night sky, with light spots jumping wildly in different positions.

With every flash, an area of ​​aliens would disappear out of thin air and be teleported to Asgard.

But Duva still felt that the number of these aliens was not enough. Perhaps he should parasitize more mammals and cultivate a large number of messenger aliens to support the battle on the battlefield.

Anyway, even if it is an ordinary alien, the adaptability of the body is extremely amazing, and it is not a problem to fight on a planet with a harsh environment.

Every time this happened, Duva couldn't help but sigh. The number of vampires was still too small, the overall strength of the Heirs family was not weak, and they were missing. No one knew in which universe they were happily hunting Spider-Man. They were not suitable as parasites.

The frequently appearing Rainbow Bridge has become a beautiful scenery, attracting the attention of countless people.

"Hello, I didn't know that Weiland Company actually started a sightseeing project. If you keep it up, tourists from all over the world will come to you to pay for admission tickets. You can make a lot of money. This is really a great business idea."

Tony Stark called Duvall, speaking in his characteristic voice.

"I'm busy, Tony. If you want to show off your newly developed armor to me, I don't think it's necessary." Duva said.

"Ha, you guessed it. This is indeed part of my motivation. My Mark 10 is already completed. It is made of exclusive materials that I carefully developed, and adamantium is added to some of its components. It is the nemesis of aliens." There was a gulp of sound from Tony's side, and it was obvious that he was talking while drinking.

"I already have more than 10,000 aliens. It won't be long before there are 20,000 of them. So, Tony Stark, how many armors do you have? I think about 30,000? 30,000 armors that can resist alien blood?"

Tony was silent for a moment, thinking about the overwhelming crazy scene, and then thought of the magnificent scene when Duval and Ancient One joined forces.

I really don't know how many generations it will take for him to produce armor with that kind of combat power.

"Let's get down to business. I'm here to invite you to a party. Only our internal acquaintances will be invited. Remember? I promised me that I would hold a party when the Sentinels went to deal with Magneto last time." Tony said.

banquet.

This is a very common social behavior in daily life, but it is extremely rare for Duva. He took a look at the alien army that was still teleporting, immediately agreed, and went to the banquet.

One floor of Stark Tower was converted into a large banquet hall, and Duval walked in with his alien.

Of course, there are some other people invited by Tony, such as the nervous War Machine.

"Tony, I always feel like these guys will attack us at any time. This is too dangerous. I have to wear my armor at all times and be prepared for the worst."

"You are really cautious then. I think after this party is over, you will probably fall asleep as soon as you get home."

Tony looked around. He didn't even invite the other members of the Avengers. The proud Tony really lacked confidence and interest in his teammates.

If he had that much time, he would rather observe the aliens more, maybe he could get more inspiration for anti-alien armor.

As time goes by, the more alcohol people drink, the more confused their minds become.

Even the alarm that sounded in the hall didn't allow Tony to react immediately.

But the deafening explosion was real, causing the entire banquet hall to vibrate slightly.

No one would have thought that there would be some crazy guy who was not afraid of death and dared to come here, and was not afraid of being fed to the aliens at the first moment, so even Tony himself would not carefully formulate a special plan for encountering an attack in such an occasion. No matter what happened, he should put on his armor at the first moment, and then mobilize countless high-tech weapons to blow the provocative enemies into pieces.

Duva sat at the bar with a calm expression, looking down at the dozen or so wine glasses placed in front of him. He was very leisurely and elegant, and filled each glass with a kind of expensive liquor.

"In my time, even the richest nouveau riche would not drink in this way. Even when tasting wine, they would not fill every glass. It was too wasteful."

A thin man wearing a large cloak walked up to Dua and made comments.

Duval glanced at him and said casually, "I'm not interested in wine. When I have time to drink, I prefer to drink a few more pots of boiled water. And you, I don't think you'll be that interested in wine either."

"Yes, that's absolutely right. My hobby is blood, especially the blood of powerful creatures. Drinking this blood will make me stronger and satisfy me on a spiritual level."

The thin middle-aged man showed a cruel smile, and he pointed to the wine glasses on the table seriously: "If these glasses are filled with the blood of different creatures, I will be overwhelmed by the full sense of fulfillment." pleasure."

"For example, the powerful creature you mentioned? My alien? This is a really good application ceremony. I'll buy you a drink."

Duva remained calm, and immediately tore off a bloody piece of flesh from his chest to serve as a container. He sprinkled some highly corrosive blood on it and handed it to the guy in front of him.

"Let me guess, Dracula, right? Those guys who were barely surviving found that the black magician was completely unreliable, so they finally dug you out? Come on, drink this bowl of alien blood. If you don't drink it, I will pinch your head and force you to drink it all. This will make you stronger."

(End of this chapter)

74. Chapter 74 This wave, this wave is a high-end incubation bureau

Chapter 74 This wave, this wave is a high-end incubation bureau

Tony shook his head hard, trying to make himself as clear-headed as possible, quickly put on Mark's battle suit, and raised his hand to point at the strange guy next to Duva.

"You're the one who broke through my wall and entered my territory? Another weird guy in ancient costume, don't tell me you're an Asgardian too."

But Tony's drunken warning seemed like a joke to Dracula.

“No matter how long it has been, humans are always the same. They like to use various tools as an extension of their own strength, but they also regard these tools as their own strength, and thus give birth to strong self-confidence.”

Dracula completely ignored the energy cannons brewing in Tony's hands. He stared at Duva intently, then moved his gaze down to the flesh and blood wine glass that Duva handed over.

His nose twitched and his face showed deep intoxication.

"This blood is highly corrosive, but it won't corrode your own flesh and blood? How interesting! I didn't expect that I would encounter such an interesting thing just after being awakened by those stupid descendants. When did species like you appear in this world?"

Dracula was not polite either. He reached out and took the piece of flesh from Duva's hand, looking down at it with bloodshot eyes.

Then he actually drank it.

Not to mention normal people, even the drunkards present couldn't help rubbing their eyes and staring in amazement at this guy's crazy behavior.

This is alien blood. Looking around the world, who doesn't know how terrifying alien blood is? Any drop of it can rival the killing weapons carefully made by humans.

But this guy actually drank it all in one gulp? What's even more outrageous is that his actions are so noble that even the angle of his slender fingers holding the flesh and blood wine glass seems to have been tempered by thousands of hammers.

Elegant, so elegant.

"This guy is abnormal. I never thought there would be vampires in this world that would suck the blood of aliens."

War Machine Rhodes displayed all the weapons on his body, including several guns and cannons, but he did not act immediately because he knew that this guy would end up in a miserable state.

Although no one present had ever seen such a confident and noble vampire before them, and had no idea of ​​his identity, this crazy behavior alone was enough to stun them all.

It turns out that even those who claim to be well-informed will show great interest and concern about some crazy behaviors.

Zizi!

As expected, as soon as the alien blood entered Dracula's mouth, it immediately made a horrible sound and instantly corroded all matter.

Even Dracula, the nominal ancestor of vampires, could clearly feel his mouth disappearing. As the blood flowed, his throat, esophagus, and even the internal organs in his chest and stomach began to melt away.

“It’s so wonderful…”

Dracula muttered something that could no longer be called language, but everyone present understood what he wanted to express.

Although his body was rapidly melting, the upper and middle part of Dracula's face, which had not yet been completely corroded, actually showed an intoxicated expression.

It was as if the terrible dissolution that was happening had nothing to do with him at all.

Duva looked at this guy carefully. There were so many people present, but he was the only one who didn't show any surprise on his face. Instead, he looked enlightened and as if it was a matter of course.

"Interesting, you can actually absorb nutrients from the alien blood, although the total amount is not enough to offset your damage." Duva was quite curious.

Dracula, who had lost half of his body, seemed to be unaffected. He just waved his hands, his blood-red eyes became even redder, and his incomplete face was full of satisfaction.

He stretched out his hand and took the initiative to grab Duva's chest, obviously intending to bite him again.

boom!

Duva grabbed Dracula's hand with his backhand, turned around and threw Dracula into the bar.

"Vampire, I am very interested in you. Since you are full of passion for alien blood, I have a good suggestion. You can join me and become a part of me." Duval slowly stood up and looked at Dracula who was slowly getting up.

The vampire's injuries were healing at an alarming rate.

"That's right, but I have a better suggestion. You become a part of me, and I will rule these aliens for you. You are not a vampire, so you can't feel the beauty of these creatures from another perspective like I do. I have never tasted blood that satisfies me so much."

It wasn't long before Dracula quickly repaired his body and regained his ability to speak. He showed his long, sharp teeth and made a polite gesture: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Vlad Tepesh Dracula. I was invited by many of my foolish descendants and servants to come and deal with you."