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Dracula leaped up and grabbed Duva's neck with his long claws.

Duval looked indifferent and just took a step back. Dracula immediately showed a sinister smile and opened his mouth, ready to bite his shoulder.

He planned to transform Duva into a vampire as well.

Don't treat Dracula as an ordinary vampire. Ordinary vampires are just lambs to be slaughtered in front of Duva. Even if they bite Duva, the weak vampire virus cannot cause any form of infection to Duva. They can only accept the humiliating fate, but Dracula is not like that.

At this moment, a huge energy cannon blasted him away, followed by a burst of machine gun fire.

"My friend, I don't know which grave you crawled out of, and I don't care if you are the real Dracula. These have nothing to do with me, but you broke into my territory and ruined the party I organized. This is not right."

"That's right, no one can ruin Tony Stark's party."

Tony and Rhodes were talking.

Dracula didn't even bother to look at the two guys, staring at Duva intently, but the next second, his vision was filled with a sharp cold light, and his body was pierced by the sharp claws that suddenly stabbed at him.

Death was like an iceberg, without any change of emotion, digging all her nails into Dracula's body.

Adamantium nails are extremely sharp.

Dracula was covered in blood, but he did not die. Instead, he showed an even more meaningful twisted smile. At this time, he still maintained his timeless elegance.

Hiss!

The Death Woman swung her hands and exerted force to both sides, tearing Dracula's body into pieces on the spot.

This is not over yet. The Abomination Alien and Gilgamesh Alien, two aliens who relied on their terrifying physical fitness to fight, immediately strode forward and smashed Dracula's body into pieces.

Everyone present watched Dracula fall to the ground.

"This vampire is really weird. Could it really be Dracula? This is the first time I've seen such a brave bat."

Tony walked over, his mind was much clearer, and he tried hard to obtain the data projected to him by Jarvis on the helmet.

"Stand back, Tony, he's not dead yet. If Dracula could be killed so easily, it would be too cheap," Duva said.

"He's already in this state, but he's still alive? I'm starting to believe that he's the real Dracula."

There was a hint of astonishment in Tony's eyes. Even though the alcohol had not completely worn off his body, he knew what this meant.

"It seems that you have really pushed the vampires to the edge. Even the legendary vampire ancestor has appeared."

"There is another possibility. That is that Dracula never cares about the lives of other vampires. He just came here for me. Because as long as he is alive, it means that vampires all over the world will not disappear from the root, but will continue to appear."

The virus carried by Dracula is highly contagious.

"What I'm curious about is why this guy chose this time to challenge me. Where does your confidence come from?" Duva looked down.

“Hehehe, aren’t you the weakest version of yourself right now? This is my best chance to attack you, so here I am.”

Dracula spoke again. He was not dead yet. His body, which had almost turned into a mass of tattered flesh, blended perfectly with just a simple contact, like the splicing of two different frames, and it had now returned to its original state.

"Such a strong self-healing ability. No, it seems to be more than just self-healing..." Tony was shocked and his face became solemn. Jarvis was performing high-speed scanning all the time.

"Of course, this guy drank Varna's immortal blood, so it's hard for him to die. Coupled with some unexpected characteristics, he has an immortal body." Only Dua remained calm throughout the whole process. He looked at this guy and gradually became excited.

Very good, very good. He didn't expect that he was so lucky. The Dracula in this universe was actually an immortal Dracula. This was an extremely rare animal and one of the few individuals in the entire multiverse that could refuse death.

In other words, no matter how you kill Dracula, this guy will not be accepted by the death of one of the gods of creation, so he can only live on.

"You underestimate the power of vampires."

Dracula stood up as if nothing had happened, and dusted himself off with great seriousness. His movements were extremely gentle. He raised his head, and his white hair was spread out. He gathered his hair strand by strand with his own hands and tied it into a ponytail.

Dracula looked at the people present, with his focus on Duval: "What do you think vampires are? Are they really just hosts and food for aliens?"

Duva asked back: "Aren't you?"

The smile on Dracula's face paused slightly.

When Dracula gets serious, the strength he displays is surprising.

Shocking thunder appeared from the sky and struck Stark Tower directly.

Amidst lightning and thunder, this heavily guarded high-tech building was blown to pieces in an instant.

Countless floors were struck and destroyed, and a large amount of high-tech equipment was destroyed in the lightning.

"What the hell is this? A vampire ancestor who uses magic?! It's just like..."

"Like Thor."

Duva's body was completely hot. Yes, it was this Dracula who could summon thunder and lightning like Thor. This was the nominal ancestor of vampires.

Well, even though Dracula in every universe has a winning rate in all battles that is infinitely close to 0, it is useless except for fighting well and making people dare not underestimate it when it appears.

When the defense of Stark Tower was severely damaged, more powerful vampires took the opportunity to break in. These were Dracula's guards, and each of them possessed unique abilities.

One of the vampires is the most dangerous, he has the ability to create illusions.

"I will turn all of you into vampires, especially you, Duva. You are the strongest vampire hunter, right? Don't you love hunting vampires? Your retribution has come."

The vampire cast illusions with great confidence, but only a very small number of people were affected. All the alien individuals, one by one, ignored the illusions.

"How could this happen?" He was shocked, and then he was knocked down by the Ajak alien and his neck was bitten off.

Using illusion to deal with aliens should have been a great idea, but unfortunately it was already one version behind schedule, and Duva's upgrade speed was too fast.

The scene was in chaos, and Duval personally came out, wielding Thor's hammer and summoning thunder to fight Dracula.

Deathly Haunted and other aliens also displayed their fighting talents efficiently, waving their swords and climbing walls and quickly killing vampires one after another. They were so familiar with vampires that even when facing vampires with different abilities, they still showed super killing efficiency.

Dracula summoned a bolt of lightning to hit Death first, trying to kill this strange woman.

However, this bolt of lightning, which should have split a person into charcoal, only broke a layer of skin and caused some flesh and blood to be lost when it hit the Death Woman. The damage healed itself in just a moment.

"Adamantium bones, super self-healing ability, the ability to ignore hallucinations, superb fighting skills... Where on earth did Duval find such a freak like you? Why don't I have any of these?"

Dracula was stunned. He withstood the attacks from others and tried to bite the Death Girl relying on his immortality. Every time he bit one, he would have one more helper. Sooner or later, Duva would be left alone. As for whether the adamantium would hurt his teeth, it was not within his consideration.

The Lady of Death waved her hands and dismembered Dracula like a skilled meat-cutter.

Duval raised Thor's hammer high, bathed in countless thunders, and smashed Dracula's head with the hammer. Countless thunders and lightnings with divine power poured into Dracula's body, causing destruction and damage.

Every cell should be destroyed when faced with this level of divine power and lightning.

But Dracula just couldn't die. Not only could he not die, he just screamed in pain. When he looked around and saw his subordinates who were already dead or injured, his face became extremely ugly.

He specifically picked a time when the sentinels and druids were not around, but still failed to capture Duva. His carefully selected guards were all killed or wounded, so he had no choice but to retreat.

If he fails to capture Dua after a few minutes of fighting, he will have to retreat. Otherwise, when the sentinels return from thousands of kilometers away, he will be finished.

Dracula wanted to leave, but Duval certainly wouldn't let him go.

"Stay, it's your honor to be a glorious alien." Duvall said, and he swung Thor's hammer at Dracula's body that was rolling rapidly and trying to jump out of Stark Tower, hitting him accurately and pressing him to the ground.

"I don't really like using Mjolnir, but this thing allows me to have a more direct contact with and understanding of divine power, and it can also play a role in certain situations, such as now."

Only this moment of delay was enough, and under Duva's command, many aliens controlled Dracula.

"I shouldn't be so anxious. If I could make a few more sets of adamantium nets, the result would be different." Dracula was a little annoyed, but that was all.

It's so funny. He is not even afraid of death. Ever since he drank Varna's immortal blood in the 15th century and became a vampire, Dracula is fearless even though he has no outstanding record against enemies other than ordinary people.

All the methods that people in the world thought could kill him would only cost him a few more seconds to reconstruct his body. This time would be no different. No matter how these people planned to torture him, he would repair all the damage and reappear in this world as the original vampire, continuing to expand the size of the vampire world.

And sucked all the blood of the aliens. It felt so bad that half of the head was gone.

"Too many vampires is not a good thing. It will reduce the quantity and quality of food, but being killed by you like this is also not a good thing." Dracula raised his head with difficulty, revealing his fangs.

Duva hit him on the head with a hammer, and then ordered the speedy alien to quickly deliver an alien egg.

"This is the alien egg. This is the first time I've seen it up close. Man, you really have a mysterious obsession with vampires..."

Tony hurried to collect data, and soon he saw this absurdly large egg bloom like a flower, and then a facehugger rushed out of it and pounced on Dracula's head.

"This is parasitism. It looks like it won't be long before the chest bursts and a Dracula alien appears. What I'm curious about is that all vampires should listen to Dracula, so now, will all vampire aliens listen to this alien?"

"Whether the result you mentioned will occur depends entirely on my interests and hobbies." Duva said casually, then he took out a lucky wine glass that was not broken and drank the wine in it calmly.

Duva hasn't been so happy for a long time: "I occasionally worry about how to get a stable and powerful alien species. Now that this problem has been solved, the immortal Dracula will become the perfect container for the aliens, and breed a steady stream of powerful blood aliens for me."

The people present were waiting. Even though people like Fury kept asking questions, they were all rudely blocked by Tony.

Until Dracula opened his eyes, lowered his head and felt the throbbing in his chest, he sneered: "Want to break my chest? It seems that my fate is the same as other vampires. I heard that your alien can even plunder the host's self-healing ability."

Dracula lied. He knew clearly that the alien could not take away his immortality because it was not a simple genetic power.

But what he didn't know was that Duva was well aware of his immortality, and knew that even the death of one of the gods of creation would reject the Dracula in some universes. No matter how powerful the aliens were, they had not yet evolved to the point where they could copy and plunder the rules of the universe or even the rules of the multiverse.

Soon, the alien broke through the chest.

Dracula was twitching in a bloody mess, enduring great pain. "Very good, you won, but the original vampire will not die. It won't be long before someone appears in the world with my name. At that time, that person will prepare enough adamantium nets to capture all of you creatures and use them as blood banks."

"Great, that's a very good idea. Why don't we help each other and benefit each other? I'll capture you first, and you'll breed aliens for me. In return, I'll arrange for the aliens that break out of your chest to provide you with blood regularly." Duva suggested.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Or do you think I'm a perpetual motion machine?"

"It's amazing that vampires know about the scientific concept of perpetual motion machines."

Duval was about to applaud this guy, and immediately took Dracula, who looked completely dead, back to the Weyland Building.

He couldn't wait to stuff the second facehugger into Dracula's body.

Dracula finally realized what Duval wanted to do. Now, he couldn't even continue to use his skill of pretending to be dead. This was completely different from the script he had expected.

He knew about the tragic experiences of many vampires and knew that after Duva opened the chest of a vampire, he would either use the vampire's body as food for the aliens or simply clean it up as garbage.

No matter which one it is, Dracula is confident that he can eventually repair his body and find a chance to escape successfully. He only needs to play dead and suppress his mental fluctuations. But what does it matter now? Duval is still parasitizing him for the second time?

Damn it, how did Duva know he was still alive! The druids weren't even here, and they didn't even check, and just parasitized him?

He had to start struggling, and immediately an alien came over and gave him a big slap.

Dracula looked closely and saw that the pale alien in front of him was clearly the one that had crawled out of his body.

"So you guys already knew about this, that's why you treated me like this, knowing that I'm an immortal..."

Dracula's expression was uncertain, but no one paid any attention to him.

Dozens of facehuggers have begun to line up in front of him, and even more alien eggs have been placed in front of him.

Seeing this scene, even though Dracula was immortal and confident that he could ignore everything in the world, even the gods of the universe, he couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling at this moment.

In the past, people have tried various methods to deal with him, such as burning him with fire for a long time, or simply stuffing him into magma or burying him underground to seal him up.

But no matter what he did, it would only delay the time of his resurrection. All means of restraint were nothing in the face of the two great powers of time and immortality.

"No one can kill me. The torture you inflict on me now will be doubled by me in the future against you and your bloodline." Dracula appeared to be strong on the outside but was actually weak on the inside, and his mentality was somewhat broken.

A temporary setback was nothing. He had lost many battles and was killed in various ways.

But it turns out that all the enemies in the past were nothing but childish tricks of children in front of Dua.

Once in Duva's hands, he was like an incubator that was in a state of waiting for delivery 24 hours a day. No matter when and where, there were always face huggers ready. As soon as the previous alien broke out of its chest, the next face hugger would immediately pounce in impatiently.

As time went on and it happened so many times, Dracula became a little stupid. He never thought that he would fall into this situation and endure pain all year round.

What should he do now? Continue to suffer? Wait until Duval dies of old age, wait until all the aliens are dead? This may take an extremely long time, but Dracula has no choice. Look, the chest-broken aliens standing in front of him have formed a squad.

"Ha, this guy is really interesting, how did he do it?"

Mr. Lan was alarmed. He came over after hearing the news and marveled at Dracula's miracle.

"Normal aliens would plunder all genetic material, but why is it that this guy can always produce new genetic material out of thin air? No matter how hard you try, he won't die. It's as if being injured is just an intermediate state for him, and only health is the permanent state."

"Maybe it has something to do with death. Who knows why this guy is hated by death?" Duva said casually.

die?

Mr. Lan held his huge head and fell into deep thought. He knew that the death Dua was talking about was not the state of death, but the multiverse entity that included this state.

This not only did not scare him, but instead aroused his greater interest.

So Mr. Blue also joined in, and together with countless facehuggers, they used all kinds of tricks on Dracula.

Dracula howled in pain, and sometimes his voice became hoarse, but he soon recovered miraculously and his voice began to become louder and louder, wave after wave.

Over time, a terrible urban legend began to circulate in the outside world, saying that the Weyland Building was haunted and that there was a screaming ghost that prowled day and night and liked to use its screams to attract innocent living people.

Dracula's suffering was not in vain. Every insult and plea of ​​his was the most beautiful hymn to the new alien.

"Although this Dracula's overall strength is not outstanding, it is definitely not weak. It has physical fitness far exceeding that of ordinary vampires."

Dewar made an assessment and found that Dracula could give birth to twelve to fifteen aliens a day.

"I originally thought that there should be a little more than this number, but I took into account that before this guy recovers to perfect condition, there is a weak period when his chest is just broken. During this period, his weak body and the speed of hatching aliens will decline sharply until the next healthy period arrives." Mr. Lan said.