Dr. Night mixed with Marvel

Soon Michael thought of a solution.

That is the portal.

The portal, also known as the dimensional gate, can span any space.

Many space magics in white magic are based on this, such as mirror space. If you want to leave the mirror space, you need to use the dimensional door. Doctor Strange was once trapped by a little spider.

The door of its own dimension is also the key to opening various spaces.

Michael felt the fluctuations in the surrounding space and drew a portal.

Looking at the bright castle inside, Michael knew he was not mistaken.

"Hello, is there anyone?"

Michael shouted several times, but when no one answered, he walked in.

The decoration here is completely different from the decoration outside. On the walls are devils with candles on their heads, and the lamp oil is inside their heads.

This is also a restaurant, but the sculpture carved on the fireplace is a gargoyle.

Michael admired the surrounding murals and did not go directly upstairs to investigate because he heard that the owner above was coming down.

tata tao~~

A middle-aged man with black hair walked down. He was wearing an elegant tuxedo, and every gesture revealed the elegance of an ancient aristocrat.

Dracula looked at Michael and said elegantly.

"You are welcome here, my child."

"I'm not your child."

Without looking back, Michael continued to look at the murals on the wall and interpret the stories.

What is painted above is the autobiography of Dracula. He used to be a count and fought in many places.

But in Michael's opinion, this mural beautifies too much.

"I know."

Dracula smiled and said: "But I feel that you are the same as us, we are the same kind, but you have more powerful power."

Dracula looked at Michael's glasses in a daze.

so perfect.

This body is simply a gift from Sissos, the god of darkness.

Michael was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Dracula to see it at a glance.

"The vampires in New York are related to you?"

"Yes, dear Michael, my name is Dracula, you should have heard of that name."

Michael was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the vampire count was really called Dracula.

Unexpectedly, he is still a legendary figure, and he is really a big fish.

"In the human world, I have another name, Fandri."

Vandrie?

Also seems to be a celebrity.

Dracula looked at Michael's surprised look, smiled confidently, and said elegantly: "Can I invite you to dinner?"

Michael was not in the mood to make a fuss with him and said directly to Dracula.

"I'm here to kill you."

Dracula couldn't help but laugh, as if what Michael said was funny.

"why are you laughing?"

Michael was confused.

Dracula said: "I admit that you are very powerful, but you can't kill me."

"why?"

"Because I am immortal, neither Van Helsing nor the Great Lord has truly killed me."

No wonder this guy can have no scruples, Michael gave Dracula a deep look.

"Really? I don't believe it."

Dracula smiled, took off a sword from the wall and handed it to Michael, saying: "This sword is covered with silver. You can try it with it."

Michael hesitated and said, "Did Van Helsing stab you in the head?"

Dracula was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Michael to know the weakness of vampires, but then he said: "I tried it once. He inserted sterling silver nails into his head, heart, four fingers, and five internal organs. It's a pity that I Still alive."

"Where are the corpses in pieces?"

谷薼

Dracula said confidently: "I am an eternal spirit, and my body is just a shell to me."

Michael looked at the long sword in his hand, but it did not pierce his body. He just said meaningfully: "Perhaps what is more terrifying than death is eternal life."

Dracula nodded in agreement and said, "It's a pity that you and I both have this terrible gift."

"I would like to see what dinner you have prepared. After talking for so long, I am also a little hungry."

Dracula clapped his hands, and a group of maids filed in, holding ice-cold red wine and various trays.

Soon, a sumptuous dinner was arranged.

There are roasted suckling pig, pork chops, steaks, roasted whole lamb, and special sausages.

Michael couldn't help but move his index finger.

"It's so rich."

The two entered the table and started eating.

Michael took out his knife, cut the filet mignon, tasted it directly, and then said disgustedly.

"Medium rare. I wonder if it will cause stomach upset after eating?"

Dracula couldn't help but smile, "If it weren't for the sake of maintaining elegance, I would prefer to eat it alive."

Michael laughed at him.

The two immediately discussed many issues, like they had been good friends for many years, talking about everything. Michael also learned many things about vampires from Dracula.

"Did you know? Michael, it would actually be beneficial to us if you killed those little guys in Clesis. After all, we are now a civilized society, and hunting is already outdated."

"Oh, how do you get enough food?"

"We have our own factory and can provide fresh blood of various qualities and types."

"is it?"

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Michael's eyes.

Human blood factory.

Compared with this kind of thing, Chrysis is really just a small thing.

"Yes, thank you for helping us, otherwise that little guy would have caused great disaster to us sooner or later."

Dracula looked at Michael with a smile, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, Michael couldn't help trembling, his hands began to grow longer, and his nails gradually grew out.

"How is this going?"

Michael naturally knew that he would not be at ease, so he was always on guard. No matter what he ate, he would smell it carefully to see if there was anything that threatened him.

Even so, he was still tricked. What happened?

"What did you put in it? I can't even smell it."

Dracula smiled and said: "It's human blood, fresh human blood."

"Human blood?"

Michael was shocked.

"Undercooked steak, paired with a trace amount of human blood, is difficult to tell from the smell, especially if you have never drank human blood."

Michael felt as if his body was melting. This feeling was not pain, but excitement.

Two sharp fangs began to grow in his mouth, bat wings sprouted from his back, and his pupils shrank into beast-like vertical ones.

Michael gradually lost his mind, overturned the table, grabbed a maid, and bit her neck.

Dracula slowly backed away, avoiding the mess on the ground, and watched everything with interest.

"It's really fun."

Dracula didn't care at all about the maid's eyes that looked like she was begging for help, he just watched all of this quietly.

Michael knew exactly what was happening, but he was unable to stop it.

Just like you know that smoking is harmful to your health, you will still take out one, light it, and then taste it carefully.

Dracula walked up to Michael and looked at him carefully.

"It's different. You are different from ordinary vampires. You are very similar to me, but you are beyond me."

"What a masterpiece."

Even the original vampire was somewhat lacking compared to Michael.

"Taste it well. This is the taste that can make us addicted. No drug can compare with it."

Dracula laughed wildly, "You should thank me. If you had been enduring it, how would you have known that the taste of life would be so...delicious."