He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

"You were just like your people back then!"

Dracula had sighed countless times.

"It is precisely because everyone is blindly confident that I chose to be sealed away in order to shatter their confidence!"

Chapter 184 I Am Also Dracula

"No, that's impossible!"

"If that's the case, why didn't you stop me from breaking the seal?"

Firth Dickin still couldn't believe it, or was unwilling to believe it.

He idolizes vampires, takes pride in being a vampire himself, looks down on humans, and is dissatisfied with the vampire empire's existence in the shadow of humans. He is determined to change this.

But Dracula's words at this moment negated the things he had believed in all his life, so how could he accept that?

Why stop it?

Dracula calmly said, "Humans are short-lived creatures. So many years have passed, and all the humans who made a pact with me have died, and no one has inherited that pact. Because of you, humans also see me, who is sealed away, and the declining Night Clan as a threat—in that case, the existence of the seal is meaningless, and I need to sign a new pact with humans."

As he spoke, he looked up at the Quinjet fighter jets flying in from afar.

……

The moon turned blood red...

This strange phenomenon was so eerie and conspicuous that even those who hadn't yet fallen asleep noticed it immediately, sparking curiosity, discussion, and even fear.

A blood moon is an ominous sign.

This is true in various myths and legends.

With Otto's power to instantly change the terrain and environment, people began to doubt the existence of the legendary supernatural beings.

S.H.I.E.L.D. also noticed this and immediately used satellites to pinpoint the source of the anomaly.

—The Avengers, assemble.

Iron Man, Tina, Hulk, and Blade who came to help.

……

"Om~"

Quinjet fighters hovered outside the castle.

Fury, Tony, Tina, Banner, and Blade stood behind the driver's seat, looking out through the windshield...

Dracula stood on the castle wall, his hands gripping his bright red greatsword, silently gazing at them.

After a long silence, Dracula said, "Let's come down and talk!"

Inside the fighter jet.

The group exchanged glances, finally looking at Fury.

Although the Avengers are an independent organization, not affiliated with any institution or leader, Fury is far more experienced in this regard than they are.

"It seems like we can communicate. Let's make contact and see."

After a moment of contemplation, Fury said.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. Even Blade, who most wanted to kill all vampires, agreed under the pressure of Dracula's name.

The plane landed on the rooftop of the castle.

Tony and the others slowly walked out and stood five meters away from Dracula.

"Let me introduce myself first, I am..."

"No need, I know you."

As Dracula spoke, he raised his hand and beckoned.

Two vampire servants dragged Faith Dickon out from inside and threw him on the ground between them, drawing surprised glances from the crowd.

Dracula, seemingly unconcerned, continued, "I learned everything from this guy who stirred up conflict between the Night Clan and humans. As for me—"

At this point, Dracula smiled at them and said, "You must know who I am since you arrived so quickly. Then there's no need for introductions."

"Yes, we know you—Dracula, the King of Vampires!"

Fury, shifting his gaze from F. Dickon to Dracula, said with a grave expression, "Your name is widely known in myths, legends, novels, and films. If someone had told me before that I would one day be conversing with such a famous count, I would have thought they were crazy."

"If you live long enough, none of these things matter."

Dracula smiled casually and said, "Then let's get back to the main topic."

I do not want to go to war with humanity.

Although we Night Clan have a long history, we lack the desire to reproduce and are not as enthusiastic about creation as humans.

I love human technology and I love this society.

I am an immortal being who has lived for over a dozen centuries; if the world remained unchanged, my long life would be far too boring.

What's the situation?

Dracula's suggestion left everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

Isn't the script supposed to depict the evil, ambitious Firth Dickon summoning an ancient boss, unleashing a reign of terror? Will the Avengers then emerge to save the world or be swallowed by disaster?

They were all prepared to fight to the death, but Dracula said, "I don't want to be enemies with humans."

what is this?

The story ended before it even began?

However, although surprised.

But everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

After all, he is a legendary count. Just facing him directly would put you under immense pressure that could cause your heart to stop, let alone actually fighting him.

"It's wonderful that you think that way."

Fury felt much more relaxed and added a respectful tone to his speech, "No one wants to be enemies with a strong person like you, as long as we keep to ourselves."

"Yes, we keep to ourselves."

As Dracula spoke, he glanced down at Fies Dickon, then looked up again. "To prove our sincerity, you will be in charge of the culprit who started this trouble. I will also deal with those restless individuals within the Night Clan."

"Then I'll trouble you. I will convey your sincerity to the higher-ups in humanity!"

"Well then, that's settled!"

After saying this, Dracula flicked his cloak and turned to walk into the castle.

He took two steps, then stopped, turned to look at the darkness on his right, and frowned slightly.

Did you bring any other people with you?

"Ok?"

The group, who were about to take Fies Dickon away, looked up in astonishment and then followed Dracula's gaze.

In the dark corner, a pair of scarlet eyes shone brightly.

"Are you sure it's not one of yours?"

Tony frowned and said without thinking.

"Since they're not one of yours, then I'll kill them."

Dracula said calmly, flicking his wrist and swinging his sword, a scarlet sword light slashing out from afar.

"puff!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out, followed by a spray of blood. The pair of scarlet eyes seemed to have been split in two and slid downwards.

The image of a body being split in two and one half sliding off naturally came to everyone's mind.

but……

"Snapped!"

The body, which was about to fall, stopped.

It was as if someone had grabbed the severed body and pieced it back together, restoring it to its wholeness.

"He's not very brave, but he has quite a temper."

The man spoke sarcastically as he slowly emerged from the corner. Bathed in moonlight, his appearance was fully revealed—black tight-fitting clothes, a red overcoat, a red round hat, and a mocking smile on his lips.

Upon closer inspection, everyone frowned.

Anyone who dares to cause trouble right under Dracula's nose is clearly no ordinary person. The fact that Dracula cleaved him in two with a single sword strike, yet he remained unharmed with not a drop of blood on his body, is proof enough.

This guy is dangerous.

But I don't know why.

Although I felt this guy was dangerous, I didn't feel any sense of crisis at all.

On the contrary, Dracula had a very subtle feeling about the man's existence.

It's hard to explain, hard to define.

"He clearly doesn't dare to wage war against humanity, yet he claims to like these human inventions and this kind of society—if he likes them, wouldn't it be the same to enslave and drive them around?" The man slightly raised his chin, continuing to mock Dracula.

This made him frown even more, but he didn't lash out. Instead, he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Excuse me, I forgot to introduce myself."

The man placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly to the crowd in a noble apology gesture, and then introduced himself: "My name is Alucard, or you can call me Alucard, it's just a matter of translation, either way is fine."

"So, what are you doing here, Alucard?"

Dracula stared intently at Accardo.

"Naturally, we came to clean up the garbage."

"Rubbish?"