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Six silver-white beams of light fell from all directions, directly piercing into Dracula's body. The energy emanating from the light prison also suppressed Dracula's blood misting.

Dracula was furious. Did anyone think they could mess with him like this?! A mere insect, not even a professional, was blatantly asserting its presence—it was outrageous!

The sea of ​​blood instantly surged like a gale, its waves forming a canopy that obscured Dracula's head. Then, blood claws gripped the light prison, their corrosive power directly corrupting the six restrictive light bars.

This time, Dracula was finally able to take off normally, transforming into thousands of bats. The piercing sound waves converged into a line and flew towards Thor, who was struggling to smash the wall.

Bruce landed without hesitation, blocking the path of the attack.

This time, however, Bruce fell into Dracula's trap. Some bats and blood mist streaked through the air, forming Dracula's true form. His right hand, with its blood-red claws already ten inches long, slammed down on his head.

Five dark, bloody holes pierced Bruce's head. It all happened so fast that Natasha didn't even have time to react. Fortunately, the lotus platform beneath Bruce's feet came into play, emitting a blinding light and exploding as it spun, blasting Dracula away from Bruce.

The next second, Bruce appeared behind Captain America, dazed, and sat down on the ground. A straw doll with his name on it hanging around his neck turned to dust and disappeared.

It was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune; if Dracula attacked a few more times, even the straw doll wouldn't be able to save Bruce.

Bang! Hawkeye's support arrived just then. The bullets exploded above the swarm of bats, and blue icy energy scattered like mist. Bats were frozen into hard chunks and crashed into the sea of ​​blood.

Unfortunately, Dracula's true form had already left the area. His ghostly movement allowed him to appear directly behind Thor without Hawkeye even noticing.

He used the same trick again, his blood claws slashing down.

But Thor is not Bruce after all, and Thor's domain is no joke. The leaping chains of lightning converged in front of the Blood Claw, and the resulting blue-purple singularity deflected Dracula's charged attack.

Thor abandoned the demolition and instead swung his hammer at the air. Dracula, moving at top speed, was like a shadow, always behind Thor.

This time, Dracula abandoned the idea of ​​a fatal blow, and his claws fell without any effort to gather power.

However, Dracula was good at analyzing tactics, and Natasha wasn't stupid either. She didn't wait for Dracula to appear before reacting; she flipped over a card in advance.

Defense card - Divine Shield, activated.

A golden shield was placed over Thor, but unfortunately, the power of the caster came entirely from the card in his hand, so the output power was limited. Dracula's claws easily pierced through the holy shield.

Thor seized this hard-won moment of delay, lightning exploded behind him, propelling him forward and momentarily hindering Dracula's attack.

Finally, after paying the price of two bloody wounds, Thor broke away from Dracula.

Captain America raised his shield, swallowed a mouthful of energy potion, and slammed it down.

An ice wall rose up between Thor and Dracula, separating the two.

However, Dracula, having driven Thor away, did not pursue him further. After glancing at the roof with a hole smashed in it, Dracula became somewhat angry. "Xerath! You're dead?!"

Crackling chains of lightning shot out from the cave entrance, and Dracula took two steps back, sensing the arcane energy that had accumulated to its limit inside the room.

Xerath's figure slowly floated out of the cave entrance, with energy orbs that looked like solid objects rotating around him. The bricks and tiles that touched these energy orbs began to melt.

Dracula was speechless. He told Dracula to just protect the home and defend it. Why was he saving up his ultimate attack? He could handle them all by himself.

Thor, on the other side of the ice wall, took a deep breath. Another legend had arrived; this time, he was in deep trouble.

Chapter 297 I declare you guilty!

Under everyone's gaze, Xerath maintained a cold expression, then slowly raised his right hand.

The energy spheres swirling around him began to rise and spiral toward his right palm, the surging arcane power carving out another area within Thor and Dracula's domain.

Dracula turned around, a mocking smile on his face, as if to say, "You're all doomed, my teammates are about to make their move."

The next second, Xerath swung his sword downwards with all his might, unleashing a torrent of energy!

Arcane orbs shot out from around Xerath, while the undulating arcane field continuously replenished Xerath's power, maintaining the number of energy orbs around his body.

Boom boom boom!

A gust of wind arose with the explosion, lifting Dracula, who was facing away from Xerath, and freezing his smile on his face.

"What are you doing?!" Dracula shouted as he was blown away and stopped by the blood waves surging from the sea of ​​blood. His castle was now completely enveloped in arcane energy.

“I remember telling you that I hate slavery, and especially slave owners!”

As Xerath spoke, vortexes formed from solidified energy appeared in the sky, from which illusory meteors were launched, carrying destructive power as they crashed toward their targets.

Dracula was speechless; he couldn't believe that Xerath's reasons for betraying his faction and interests were so fresh and unconventional.

At the same time, Dracula truly witnessed the immense power a mage's turret could unleash when given sufficient preparation time.

The rain of magic separated the castle from the outside world into two distinct realms. The intense barrage of spells was so intense that even Dracula dared not venture in, and could only watch helplessly as his castle teetered on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of magic.

After Thor and his companions launched their attack on Xerath, they were immediately met with an unexpected surprise.

I thought the other side had added a high-level fighter, but it turns out they're on my side. There couldn't be better news.

Freeze Bomb! Limited Card - Shadow Bind! Winter's Bite!

Hawkeye, Natasha, and Captain America seized the opportunity and launched a direct attack on Dracula.

Thor raised Mjolnir, and lightning from the sky connected with the hammer, creating a terrifying thunderstorm that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

boom!

As his body plummeted, Thor's hammer slammed directly into Dracula, who was frozen solid and entangled in shadows, turning him into a mentally unstable man.

The immense energy instantly vaporized Dracula and the surrounding ice, turning them into gas and disappearing into the battlefield.

However, no one present thought Dracula was dead, because the sea of ​​blood not only did not calm down, but became even more violent.

"You have angered the eternal vampire king, and I will grant you a death as skeletal as a dried corpse!"

Dracula's voice echoed throughout the sea of ​​blood. Flowers burst forth from the squeezed blood, condensing into countless Draculas. To others, each Dracula was just like the original Dracula.

Once the split appeared, the Avengers were immediately besieged.

"Dracula, you will die because of me!" Xerath said, staring at the resurrected Dracula. It seems that Xerath's kill list has been expanded to include another name.

"I am immortal!" Dracula retorted, staring directly at Xerath without any politeness.

"I am eternal." Xerath followed up with a gesture, and as the energy in his body was exhausted, the arcane field came to a standstill, but the ancient castle below had already turned to ashes.

Dracula appeared beside Xerath in a flash, his blood claws piercing Xerath's core. Watching Xerath's body gradually fade away, Dracula now only hated why Xerath was a pure energy being, unable to even bite him to take revenge.

Just then, a small pebble suddenly fell from the sky, hitting Dracula on the head before being reduced to ashes by the complex energy field around him.

Dracula was a little stunned. How could ordinary pebbles enter such a terrifying battlefield?

In the final moments before his resurrection, Xerath revealed a strange smile, as if he understood something, and then, without any resistance, he turned into dissipating energy in Dracula's hands.

That's right, this pebble is actually very special. What makes it special is that it wasn't thrown by any of the Avengers present.

A few seconds later, nothing happened. Dracula turned around and looked at Captain America and the others who were surrounded by a sea of ​​blood.

“Something is flowing out, I can feel it…” Dracula flicked his finger slightly, and Captain America’s wounds started bleeding profusely, as if the platelets had completely stopped working.

*Shoot!*

An axe slammed the trapped Dracula into the ground, its violent force creating a gap of over ten meters in the sea of ​​blood that remained open for a long time.

"My great axe has been thirsting for blood for a long time!" Olaf raised his hand, put away his axe, and stepped out from the side, staring intently at Dracula. Yes, the pebble used for the test was thrown by Olaf.

He was getting impatient waiting for the opportunity to test whether the contract had expired.

Dracula straightened up from the ground, looking rather pale, and the wounds on his body inflicted by the axe were healing much slower than usual.

"Start the fight! Start the fight!" Another voice rang out behind Dracula, and Jax approached, swinging a long-handled weapon.

Before Dracula could even glance at Jax, a surge of arcane power surged through his senses once more. He looked up and was blinded by a large, bald head reflecting the sunlight.

"I declare you guilty!" Ryze unfurled the scroll as if it were a verdict, staring at Dracula, his eyes overflowing with magic that turned his pupils completely blue.

Rune Imprisonment! Spells Surge!

The cylindrical rune array surrounded Dracula, and the blue magical fluctuations spread and surged from Dracula to every other part of the body.

With a bang, all of Dracula's clones were instantly annihilated by Ryze's spell, and Captain America and the others were finally able to catch their breath.

Ragnarok!

Olaf unleashed his ultimate ability, his domain attracting and ejecting energy that swirled around him, shattering the sea of ​​blood into ordinary droplets.

Compared to Ryze and Olaf, Jax made much less noise, with countless afterimages surrounding his body after activating Grandmaster's Might.

Each afterimage was a trace left by Jax's past training. The sea of ​​blood on the ground was swept up by the technique, forming a small storm together with the polearm in Jax's hand.

The three legends worked together to cut Dracula's territory into insignificant pieces.

Thor then led Bruce and Captain America away from the battlefield, and the ensuing battle was no longer their concern.

Chapter 298 Since we're already here, how can we not leave something behind?

As the three legends drew ever closer, Dracula remained remarkably calm; in fact, if there had been a wine available, he would have loved to have a sip.

They might not even be able to beat one-on-one, let alone one-on-three; they could just lie down and be done with it.

In any case, Dracula didn't really believe that these people could kill him. Dormammu would be more likely to kill him. After Dracula was pulled to another dimension, his immortality was reduced by more than half.

Dracula lay flat, but Ryze and the other two remained unfazed, coordinating their attacks.

Every time Dracula revives, Ryze's rune control will accurately land on him, followed by a series of uninterrupted attacks from Jax, sending Dracula flying into the air.

After significantly weakening Dracula's strength and defense, Olaf delivers the final blow, sending Dracula to his resurrection.

At the same time, the three's domain power firmly locked this area, ensuring that Dracula could only be resurrected in the center of the three.

"How many times?" Olaf asked Jax during one of Dracula's resurrections.

"Ninety-nine times already, let's do one more to make it a round number." Jax loosened his muscles; he was a little tired, not from the physical exertion, but from the mental strain.

Beating Dracula, who offers no resistance, is like hammering a highly viscous bubble—the kind that, no matter how much you hit it, will eventually return to its original state.

Ryze in the sky nodded in agreement. This was the hundredth time, which was enough to give Master Kiran an explanation. After the last time, he could just tie him up, take him to the Heavenly Court to be suppressed, and then modify the rules of the containment chamber, or simply create a new special containment chamber to lock Dracula up.

Faced with such an extremely difficult opponent to kill, the Ancient One's choice was indeed correct; locking her up was far more cost-effective than killing her outright.

Just as the three were about to make their move, the sky suddenly changed color, the earth was sucked up, dust and sand were swept into the sky by the gale, and the flames of the stabbing bones also appeared in this space.

Dracula, who had just been resurrected, suddenly changed his expression. What happened to the promised reinforcements from Mephisto? This looks more like Dormammu forcibly invading Earth.

Dracula observed the cracks in that area of ​​the world. If it really was Dormammu, Dracula would surrender to the Human Alliance without hesitation.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Don't be fooled by Dracula's apparent desire to die before being killed by the Ancient One; that was all predicated on him knowing he wouldn't die.

The desire to die is less about seeking death and more about a special kind of Versailles.