Accardo may not have the firepower to cover several blocks with one shot like Genos, but his exaggerated physical fitness, ever-changing abilities, various blood magic, the ability to recover immediately even if his head is exploded, and the vitality that is almost impossible to kill, okay?

Easily killed and resurrected immediately...

 Furthermore, there is a river of death in his body.

Just like the kingdom of the undead, all the lives swallowed by it will sleep in the river of death. They can be resurrected as resurrection coins or released as thugs.

 His strength is exactly the same as before his death.

 And this Accardo was in the state before absorbing Warrant Officer Schrödinger in the final decisive battle, and almost owned the entire final brigade.

 “Speaking of which, the Dracula of this world is coming out soon!”

Gu Qing pinched his chin, thinking slightly.

 Then, smile.

 He has thought of a good show.

 …

 It’s night, and the full moon hangs.

 The cold moonlight shines down, adding a unique style to the earth.

 Missouri.

 An old castle.

 In the hall, blood carved a five-pointed star array, with a coffin placed on it.

 There was a Bible verse on the coffin, nailed to it on a stake.

On both sides of the coffin stood two rows of vampire attendants.

Faith Dickon walked slowly with a smile on his face, holding a glass vessel filled with blood, "Great vampire king, your descendants have prepared the blood of the last virgin for you."

"very good!"

  There were fluctuations of thoughts coming from the coffin.

 “O my descendants!

You are different from those sons of bitches, and your loyalty can be seen through the day and the moon. When the seal is broken, I will give you more blood and let you evolve into a high-level vampire, and your status will only be below me."

 Higher vampire?

 The status is only below you?

Stop being ridiculous, you stupid old guy who has been sealed by your own servants for centuries, what qualifications do you have to be above me?

 Idiots must have the consciousness of idiots, monsters will become my strength, and I will be the king of vampires.

Faith Dickon was disdainful in his heart, but respectful on his face, as if he was really loyal to Dracula.

“Great Vampire King, I will break your seal right now.”

 As he spoke, he opened the vessel, pointed it at the coffin, and slowly fell down.

 The red blood flowed along the lines of the coffin, flowing to the pages of the Bible as if being attracted.

 “Buzz!”

 The pages of the Bible glowed with light, keeping out the blood.

But the dim light flickered on and off, lasting only a few breaths before extinguishing like a broken electric light.

The blood flowed into the scripture page, and the scriptures on it were eliminated one by one, until the entire scripture was soaked in blood and turned into a paste-like substance.

 Time seems to have paused.

Everyone felt that the air seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and then a coquettish, strange red light erupted from the coffin, exuding a terrifying power that made the air tremble.

 The vampire attendants on both sides looked horrified and involuntarily knelt down on one knee towards the coffin.

 The same goes for Faith Deacon.

He was shocked by Dracula's power, but he was so excited that he was about to gain Dracula's power that he didn't even bother to pretend.

However, this was the time when Dracula was born.

 His excitement can also be understood as being happy that the King of Vampires has returned to the world.

 “Click!”

  The coffin shook for a moment, and then was shattered by the huge force. The scarlet magic power overflowed and swirled like a tornado, reflecting in the sky and dyeing the moon red.

For a moment, a huge suction force came from the center of the tornado, sucking in the scarlet magic power bit by bit.

 In the end, the storm calmed down.

 Where the coffin used to be, stood the figure that frightened the world...

He looks like he is in his forties or fifties, with a handsome face and neatly spread white hair. He is wearing a scarlet battle armor, has scarlet skin, and holds a scarlet sword in both hands, just like a noble lord on the front line of a war.

 He is Dracula.

 “How many years has it been...”

Dracula looked out the window, looking at the blood moon in the sky, with a look of nostalgia on his face, "Without the glory of the church, the musty smell of rotten wood, the fresh air, the blood of virgins... This is like the joy of rebirth, it is simply...

marvelous."

 “The great vampire king!”

Faith Dickon came behind Dracula and said respectfully: "Welcome back to the world."

"Um!"

Dracula glanced at him from the corner of his eye and nodded slightly, "You have done a great job in lifting my seal.

 Tell me, what reward do you want?

No matter what you want, I can satisfy you - Faith Dickon, my faithful servant!"

 “I don’t need any reward..”

Faith Deacon said modestly: "Everything I did was for the vampire family. After losing your leadership, the vampire family also declined. Not only were they driven out of their hometown, but they could only live in the shadow of humans in a foreign land.

Down."

 Dracula did not answer.

 He looked at the scenery outside calmly, with a silence on his face that made it unclear what he was thinking.

 Faith Dickon didn't get the answer for a long time, so he couldn't help but be surprised and looked up.

 But heard Dracula's belated response.

He sighed leisurely: "...there are too few vampires who care about the race like you. If you lived in my time, maybe you would become my most effective subordinate, and maybe everything would change."

 “It’s not too late, great king!”

 Faith Dickon bowed slightly and spoke to the emperor like a courtier, "Now that you have returned to the world, with your power, you will definitely destroy the sun, plunge the world into eternal darkness, and lead our vampire family to become the world's overlord again!"

 “Become the overlord again...”

Dracula murmured to himself, then changed the subject: "Since you don't want a reward, let's settle the old scores!"

 “It’s better to obey orders than to be respectful, my breath...”

  After speaking in general terms, Faith Dickon reacted and looked at Dracula in astonishment.

"You dripped your own blood into the blood of the 777 virgins who released the seal, and cast the magic of blood link..." Dracula was still looking outside, but what he said made Faith Dickon's head tremble.

Sweat, filled with fear inside.

Blood Link, this is a high-end magic in the vampire magic family, which allows the caster to link to the heart of the victim and enslave them.

Dracula was sealed by the power of the Templar Church, and the blood of virgins filled with filthy power was required to break it. On the way to unlocking the seal, he would inevitably absorb the blood of these girls, and thus fall victim to the spell.

This is why Faith Deacon was confident in replacing Dracula.

The reason why he didn't control Dracula from the beginning and suck all his blood was because the vampire's digestive capacity is limited and he can't absorb too much at one time.

With Dracula's size, it would take him at least a hundred years to completely digest it.

 But now he is facing the pursuit of the Avengers and has no time to fully digest it.

He planned to hide behind the scenes and let Dracula rush to the front. After wiping out the Avengers, he would then suck Dracula dry bit by bit.

But now, his little tricks have been exposed by the other party. How can he not be afraid of this?

 “You are a very ambitious guy...”

Dracula didn't pay attention to Faith Deacon's reaction, and didn't even look back at him. He continued to say calmly: "Ambition is not a bad thing, but a fool who has ambition is extremely bad.

  The magic of the vampire family is inherited from me, it is really stupid for you to use my magic to try to control me."

 “I, I...”

 Faith Dickon was completely panicked.

 The magic power is running, and the blood link is about to be activated to enslave Dracula, but nothing happens.

Furthermore, his body also lost control.

"So stupid, so stupid that I can't bear to look at him, Faith Dickon!"

 Dracula sighed deeply, as if he was stating a fact rather than deliberately belittling his enemy.

"After I exposed the conspiracy, I still have illusions. Do you think I am a fool like you?"

His tone became more and more excited, and the last sentence was almost shouted. After saying that, he struck Faith Dicken with a backhand sword and slapped Faith Dickon against the opposite wall, sinking him deep into it.

 Then he continued: "You have received my blood, do you think you have any ideas that you can hide from me?"

 “No, impossible!”

 Faith Dicken's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Although I accepted your blood, I was not transformed into a servant by you. You can't possibly hear my voice."

"well!"

Dracula sighed deeply again, as if he was speechless that he had such a stupid descendant, and then he kindly explained: "It is not only the master-servant relationship of the Night Clan that can hear the voice, but also magic. I will stay with you

The blood in the body can be used as an introduction to magic."

"this……"

"It's fine if you want to disobey my rule, but you absolutely shouldn't, absolutely shouldn't, and shouldn't break the seal!"

"ah?!"

Faith Dickon's eyes widened and his mind was a little dazed.

 He didn’t know whether he was experiencing auditory hallucinations due to being in such a crisis, or whether this Dracula was not normal.

"The master-servant relationship between the Night Clan is absolute. Whatever the servant thinks in his heart, the master will know. And a vampire king like me knows their thoughts clearly even if he falls into a deep sleep, so how can he do it during his deep sleep?

Where was it sealed by the servants?"

 “Then, what are you...”

"This seal is real, but I am just a clone." Dracula turned back, continued to look at the scenery outside, and sighed: "Vampires have never become overlords. The overlords of the earth have always been humans. Even though

In my era, I could barely make a living with my tribe and surrounding human countries.

 Human life is short, but development is rapid.

We, the night tribe, are always treading water, gradually being surpassed by humans.

 I realized at that time that if I don’t do something, I will be destroyed by mankind one day.”

“So you planned this fake seal plan?!”

Faith Dickon was the first to say what Dracula said next.

 “That’s right.”

Dracula nodded slightly, "We, the Night Clan, are physically powerful and cannot be compared to ordinary human beings... Most of our tribesmen have this kind of thinking and do not take human beings seriously, even if they have eaten several

Every defeat has not changed at all.

 But in fact, human power has been able to wipe out all other night tribes besides me.

 They were just afraid of me, so they never took action.

 So I negotiated a deal with them.

 I was sealed and integrated into human society with the Night Clan, abiding by human rules, and respecting human beings in exchange for the Night Clan’s right to live.”

 “No, this is impossible!?”

 Faith Dickon's eyes were split open and he couldn't accept it.

“You are so powerful, as long as you can lead us, you will not be able to compete with us as humans. You are the one who is afraid, you are a coward!”

“The tribesmen at that time were all just like you!”

 Dracula has sighed for countless times.
Chapter completed!