I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 130 Dracula Awakens, An Apocalypse Beyond Space

In the ancestral land of the vampires, deep within a dark and secluded cave, time seems to stand still.

This is where Dracula lies dormant, the air thick with the smell of rust and dust.

The twelve second-generation elders of the vampire clan stood solemnly before the ancient altar overgrown with thorns, each carrying a comatose girl. The solemn atmosphere was tinged with an indescribable eeriness.

These girls had youthful faces and seemed naive, their white dresses standing out in the dim light.

But now, they have become sacrifices to awaken the progenitor of the vampire clan.

"Let's begin."

The leading elder spoke in a low voice, which echoed through the cave, carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

The group silently began clearing away the thorns and weeds that were entangled on the altar; these plants were exceptionally resilient.

Dracula has been sleeping here for hundreds of years.

To a being weary of eternal life, it would be extremely risky to hastily awaken him.

The tragedy caused by Dracula's last awakening still circulates among vampires.

That was an ancestor who was severely injured after fighting an unknown being. In his rage, he almost destroyed half of the vampire castle, and dozens of high-ranking vampires were wiped out in an instant.

Every vampire harbors a deep-seated fear of this capricious progenitor, a fear that surpasses even the respect due to him.

At this moment, every elder's face was filled with solemnity, their eyes contained unease, but their hands dared not stop moving for a moment.

The altar was finally cleaned up, revealing the ancient and eerie runes on it.

The twelve girls were placed one by one on the edge of the altar, their wrists slashed open by sharp blades, and crimson blood dripped down their pale arms, making a clear dripping sound in the silent cave.

Blood gathered on the surface of the altar, flowing slowly along the grooves and gradually staining the entire altar's patterns.

As the blood flowed, the runes began to emit a faint red glow, as if they had been infused with life.

"Buzz!"

As the blood was injected, the altar began to shake, and the ground trembled more and more violently, as if some ancient ferocious beast was awakening from the ground.

Rock fragments fell from the rock wall, causing the entire cave to shake.

"roar!"

A roar that sounded inhuman came from underground, causing the elders to involuntarily take a half step back.

The voice contained an ancient and violent power that sent chills down one's spine.

"boom!"

The altar suddenly exploded, scattering rubble everywhere.

A withered figure with wings on its back soared into the sky, creating a violent hurricane as it flapped its wings, causing the robes of the elders below to flutter wildly and making them almost lose their footing.

"Whoosh!"

Crimson eyes opened in the darkness, like two blood-red lanterns.

Dracula stretched out his withered limbs, his joints making a teeth-grinding creaking sound, like a skeleton that had just crawled out of its grave.

"So it was you guys."

"They actually thought of waking me. Is the vampire race on the verge of extinction?"

Dracula's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, and every word carried the weight of time.

He looked down at the second-generation elders below, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

Although the second-generation elder was the first generation of vampire he inherited, their relationship wasn't actually that good.

These old folks would never risk waking him unless absolutely necessary.

"Our progenitor, it's been hundreds of years since we last met."

The leading elder stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and spoke with suppressed awe.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Dracula reverted to human form.

The elder did not speak, but instead condensed a drop of blood containing memories at his fingertips.

The drop of blood emitted an eerie light in the darkness, as if countless images were flowing within it.

Dracula swallowed it without hesitation, closed his eyes, and savored it.

Fragments of memory flashed rapidly through his mind: the Sanctuary, the Pope, the appearance of Omega-level mutants —

Scenes came flooding in like a tide.

"etc!"

"The Dark Book! It has appeared in the world?!"

Dracula suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body. The twelve elders knelt down in unison, not daring to even raise their heads.

His gaze swept over the kneeling elders like a sharp sword, his eyes filled with shock and an uncontrollable fanaticism.

"Yes, progenitor."

"According to our information, a half-blood vampire once obtained a fragment of the Dark Book, hoping to use it to break through the shackles of his power."

"But he failed, and the power was ultimately acquired by another Daywalker."

The leading elder hurriedly explained, his voice trembling slightly with fear.

They dared not let Dracula misunderstand in any way.

Only they knew how much this progenitor craved the Dark Book; it had become almost the only obsession in his long life.

Dracula's power comes from the remnants of Atlantis.

That being grew weary of eternal life and chose to perish, passing all its power to Dracula.

This granted Dracula immortality and immense power, but also prevented him from becoming even stronger.

For thousands of years, Dracula has cycled between slumber and awakening, each time searching for the Dark Book in hopes of finding a way to break free from his shackles.

This obsession almost became his inner demon.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"You guys, you've finally done something good!"

Dracula let out a ferocious laugh that echoed through the cave for a long time, causing blood droplets to fall from the rock walls.

how many years?

He had lost count of how long he had been wandering the world, searching for the Dark Book for so many years without finding a single clue.

It seemed as if the Dark Book was deliberately avoiding him.

Unexpectedly, a divine book has appeared in this era, and it has even come into contact with the descendants of vampires.

This was simply a huge joke that fate played on him.

"Ancestor, we have ordered a full-scale search for the Dark Book in the underworld."

"I believe news will arrive soon. However, the current situation of the vampires—"

The leading elder spoke cautiously, fearing that a single inappropriate word might incur the ancestor's wrath.

"I understand what you mean."

Dracula interrupted him, his tone tinged with impatience, "Don't worry, now that I'm awake, everything is fine. Sanctuary—the Pope—"

He scoffed, his tone full of disdain.

Before his immortal body, any enemy seemed utterly ridiculous.

His immortality comes from the Dark Book. Unless the Dark Book is used, it is impossible to kill him completely; at most, he can only be sealed away.

This is precisely why Dracula has remained standing throughout the long years, and it is also his greatest asset.

As long as he exists, the vampire clan will never perish!

"Let's go, let's return to the vampire clan first."

Dracula glanced at his withered body, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

He really needs to recuperate properly to be worthy of his ancestor's status.

As for the other vampire daywalker, he did become somewhat interested.

After all, they received the power of the Dark Book as a gift.

Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of a distant mountain range, night was falling.

"Buzz!"

A portal opened in the dark valley, and two disheveled figures tumbled out, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"asshole!"

Apocalypse angrily slammed his fist into the ground, creating a deep crater.

But this movement aggravated his injuries, and the intense pain made him groan involuntarily.

He felt the energy within his body surging uncontrollably, and each breath was accompanied by a burning sensation.

"Pfft~"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, starkly visible in the night.

The blood contained specks of golden light, and the power Ye Feng had left in his body continued to wreak havoc.

His injuries were more serious than he had imagined.

Ye Feng's power was able to affect the atomic level, directly destroying the most basic structure of his body.

The body's self-healing ability is powerless in the face of this level of damage, and can only barely maintain vital signs.

"If I didn't have some means of self-preservation, that punch would have been enough to kill me."

Recalling Ye Feng's fist light that pierced through the heavens and earth, Tianqi still felt lingering fear.

Fortunately, at the last moment, the sword light that chased into the spatial passage was blocked by the black mist of the Dark Book; otherwise, he and the witch behind him would probably have been doomed.

Even so, the sword light disturbed the space, causing them to lose their way for a period of time.

It was only now that we were able to break free of that space.

Thinking of Agatha, Apocalypse turned to look at the woman lying to the side.

Her eyes remained lifeless, and she exuded an aura of death, as if even her soul had fallen into silence.

The Dark Book floated around her, emanating an ominous aura, but it did not react at all.

"Just what kind of power does Ye Feng's battle formation possess?"

Seeing Agatha's condition, Apocalypse felt a lingering fear.

That integrated offensive and defensive battle formation even silenced Agatha's soul.

If it weren't for the power of the Dark Book, he would never have been able to break through it.

But what puzzled him even more now was why Agatha had saved him.

He did not recognize the witch behind him.

"Looks like we'll have to wait a while."

"I wonder if this woman can recover."

Apocalypse leaned against a withered tree, feeling the raging alien energy within his body, struggling to muster the little power he had left to suppress it.

His injuries are also not optimistic.

It's no exaggeration to say that even an army of ordinary humans could capture them both alive right now.

He hadn't experienced this feeling of powerlessness in a long time.

"Ye Feng————"

Apocalypse's tone was complex and difficult to understand, yet it sounded exceptionally clear in the silent night.

There was both admiration for that power and deep fear of it.

That seemingly fierce battle was actually a one-sided crushing defeat.

He couldn't gain any advantage even in a two-on-one situation, which forced him to reassess Ye Feng's strength.

The witch beside him was quite powerful, definitely on par with him.

But how long has it been since he fought Ye Feng?

In just a few minutes, it turned into this state.

The gap in strength is so vast that it's utterly disheartening.