I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 144 The Remnants of Atlantis

Dracula's agonizing screams echoed over the ruins of London, the pain and disbelief they contained sending a chill down the spines of those watching from afar via satellite.

"This is impossible! The difference—why is it so huge?!"

Tianqi stared intently at Ye Feng, who was suspended in the air. For the first time, an undisguised fear appeared in his eyes, which had witnessed thousands of years of vicissitudes.

In their last encounter, they were able to put up a fight, but this time, Ye Feng displayed overwhelming power.

It was as different as the moon and a firefly, so powerful that it inspired despair.

Agatha was equally shocked, but as a cunning witch, she reacted even faster.

She suppressed her horror, her hands moving rapidly as she chanted ancient and obscure incantations.

The profound magic originating from the Dark Book transformed into a viscous black liquid, rapidly covering Dracula's body and desperately trying to extinguish the ever-purifying golden radiance.

Under the continuous onslaught of dark magic, Dracula's screams gradually weakened and eventually fell silent.

However, the price he paid was heavy. His once tall and robust body was now as if it had been corroded by strong acid, melting over a large area, looking terrifying and fragile.

Seeing Dracula's miserable state, Apocalypse and Agatha felt a chill run down their spines, a coldness rising from the bottom of their hearts.

"I will take your lives."

Ye Feng's voice remained calm, without the slightest ripple, as if he were recounting something insignificant.

His aura was as deep as the sea, without the slightest disorder.

At this moment, he has already reached the peak of the sixth sense, and is only a step away from the legendary seventh sense that touches the realm of gods. He is even able to use some of the power of the seventh sense.

For example, the near-light-speed movement and attacks.

"What a joke!! I am the God of Mutants!"

The heavens unleashed a roar of defiance, their millennia of pride making it impossible for them to accept this ending.

The purple energy around him erupted violently like an out-of-control volcano, attempting a final struggle.

Agatha Christie, however, made an even more resolute choice.

She knew very well that, given their current state, it was absolutely impossible for her and Tianqi to escape from Ye Feng's clutches.

The only variable is Dracula!

As a creation of the power of the Dark Book, Dracula's immortality is far beyond the ordinary.

If one could use all of one's own magic power as a guide to forcibly infuse the primal power of the Dark Book, it might be possible to temporarily unleash Dracula's potential beyond his limits and tear open a path to survival!

Agatha's eyes were resolute, and she held nothing back. The vast magical power within her surged like a burst dam, flowing into Dracula's nearly melted body through the transformation of the Dark Book.

Ye Feng took in their reactions but did not rush to make a move.

He slowly raised his arm, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the atmosphere and seeing the boundless depths of space.

Listen to the sighs of the stars.

As he spoke in a low voice, the surrounding space began to distort.

A miniature cosmic illusion slowly unfolded behind him, with countless brilliant stars twinkling within it. Then, as if these stars had reached the end of their lives, one after another, they exploded in a spectacular explosion!

"Galactic Explosion!!!"

Rumble!!!

A shimmering torrent of energy, simulating the birth and death of stars in the universe, was released with a roar!

This was a destructive storm that covered the entire battlefield indiscriminately!

The light generated by the explosion of billions of stars instantly illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime. The destructive energy swept everything, aiming to reduce all matter within its range to its atomic state!

"Damn it!"

The eyes of Apocalypse and Agatha were finally filled with utter despair.

Faced with this overwhelming force, akin to a natural disaster, all their schemes seemed utterly ridiculous.

hum!

The Zodiac Grand Array, suspended high in the sky, sensed this devastating energy impact and operated at its maximum capacity.

More intricate and dazzling golden patterns spread rapidly across the land, coating this ravaged land with a solid golden armor, firmly reinforcing space and matter.

To prevent this force from spreading completely and erasing the entire London and even the British Isles from the map.

The Apocalypse, bearing the brunt of the attack, possessed purple annihilation energy powerful enough to shake continental shelves, which melted instantly in the face of the destructive storm of the galactic explosion, like ice and snow under the sun.

"impossible!!!"

With a final, desperate cry filled with resentment and fear, Apocalypse, the world's first mutant who had dominated for thousands of years, had his powerful body utterly torn apart in a stellar storm.

It transforms into the most basic atoms and dissipates into nothingness.

Agatha Christie was not spared either.

Without the active protection of the Dark Book's spirit, her own magical defenses were no match for the power of the Starburst.

"In the end—it was a miscalculation."

Just before her figure was completely swallowed by the golden torrent, the cunning witch had only a helpless sigh in her eyes.

Her body followed closely behind Tianqi, transforming into specks of free-floating energy light that completely dissipated.

The difference between the late stage and the peak of Sixth Sense is only one step, but the gap is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

In the world of Saint Seiya, near-divine power is fully displayed at this moment.

The raging energy storm gradually subsided, and on the battlefield, only one figure remained standing—Dracula.

The power of the Galactic Explosion continuously annihilated the surrounding dark magic, but it never managed to completely destroy Dracula.

"Immortality? It seems—it's not that simple."

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, his keen senses allowing him to detect a faint yet real sense of crisis emanating from Dracula.

The feeling was faint, yet it carried an ancient and obscure meaning.

"interesting."

"Could it be... a contingency plan left behind by that survivor?"

Ye Feng's mind raced.

He knew the true source of Dracula's power.

He was a great magician from the time of Atlantis and one of the former owners of the Dark Book.

In a parallel universe that Ye Feng knew about, this being even revived using Blade's body, triggering a global blood hunt that turned countless heroes, including Hulk, into vampires.

He possesses immense power and has an unparalleled mastery over the Dark Book.

Sure enough, just as Ye Feng's thoughts were churning, in the center of the battlefield, Dracula's originally violent aura began to undergo a dramatic change.

The violent power of the vampire primal force receded like a tide, replaced by a profound, vast, and mysterious aura that seemed to contain countless ancient knowledge and secrets.

The surrounding dark magic was no longer frenzied, but instead, like a docile servant, it transformed into a gentle stream, swirling around the mangled body.

The floating dark book seemed to have met its true master, emitting a pleasant glow as it quietly floated down in front of him.

"It's unbelievable—this wisp of my subconscious has been forced to activate?"

An aged yet hoarse voice slowly emerged from Dracula's almost damaged vocal cords, completely different from Dracula's previous voice.

"Who are you?"

The voice controlled Dracula's head, which slowly rose, its gaze piercing through the swirling energy dust and precisely locking onto Ye Feng in the air.

The apocalyptic battlefield surrounding them said it all.

Dracula suffered a crushing defeat and was on the verge of death; otherwise, he wouldn't have triggered this deepest insurance mechanism.

"Ye Feng, the current Pope of the Holy Land."

Ye Feng responded calmly, his gaze meeting Dracula's with a composed look.

He could sense that the essence of what was before him had changed, even its soul had been replaced.

"Sanctuary—the Pope?"

A thoughtful look flashed across Dracula's blood-red eyes, which was quickly replaced by understanding.

Wall-E glanced down at the docile dark magic swirling in his hand, then at the incomplete Dark Tome beside him, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly. "An incomplete Dark Tome? Interesting. Is there anyone on Earth capable of tearing apart a Dark Tome?"

Soon, his attention returned to Ye Feng, his gaze seemingly piercing through his soul: "Young Pope, you are surrounded by the aura of other pages from the Dark Book—"

"Although it is faint, I can sense that you are very strong, far surpassing the vast majority of beings in this era."

His tone carried an air of superiority stemming from ancient times; although he acknowledged Ye Feng's power, he showed little fear.

"Hand over the fragments of the Dark Book you possess."

Vali's voice carried an unquestionable tone of command, as if he were reclaiming what rightfully belonged to him.

"I'll spare your life because of your strength."

"From now on, I will allow you to be my servant."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Interesting. Do you know what you're talking about?"

Ye Feng was not angry upon hearing this; he simply stared quietly at WALL-E, who had taken over Dracula's body.

The opponent is very strong; he is a great mage from countless ages ago and wields the Dark Tome.

The essence of his power should have reached the level of a Godfather.

But that was based on WALL-E's peak condition before his death.

The WALL-E before them was merely a consciousness that had taken over Dracula's body.

The Dark Book is also incomplete.

Ye Feng didn't know where the other person's confidence came from.

"Whoosh!"

An orange halo lit up between the two, and a portal suddenly appeared.

"The Sanctuary of the Supreme Being?!"

A hint of apprehension flashed in WALL-E's eyes.

The Sanctuary is a guardian organization that originated in the most ancient times.

WALL-E had naturally dealt with the other party before.

In fact, the ending was not good.

It was precisely because of this that WALL-E realized the limits of his power.

Only then did he hand over the power to Dracula, and leave a backup plan in the other's consciousness.

But now it seems that the ending is not quite what he imagined.

The ancient figure of Gu Yi slowly emerged from the teleportation circle.

"You really didn't die."

Looking at the Ancient One's figure, WALL-E's eyes flashed with obvious apprehension.

He himself was a great mage, so he was naturally quite sensitive to magical fluctuations.

The Ancient One's strength actually surpasses his peak!

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