He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

The greatsword swept horizontally, and the spear thrust forward.

The two men, now mere afterimages, fought fiercely outside the city gate, their battle occasionally erupting with flashes of blood and the sight of stakes.

……

The words are divided into two parts.

In the wilderness a hundred kilometers away from Dracula's city, a mound stood in the middle, with tens of thousands of vampires lying in ambush behind it, and all kinds of modern weapons and equipment already set up.

Meanwhile, in the rear area.

A force of five thousand dark knights, clad in crimson knightly armor and wielding spears, stood ready.

The leader was the envoy.

Gassner stood beside him, his face serious.

"I think you should relax."

Looking at Gasna's serious expression, the envoy said with a relaxed tone, "News has just come from Dracula City that Vlad III has gone there. We only have one enemy on our side."

“I want to relax, but the thought that the enemy is my father’s counterpart makes it impossible for me to relax,” Gasner said, his tone revealing his helplessness.

Thirty thousand elite troops armed with modern equipment, twenty thousand high-priced vampire warriors who have been sleeping for a thousand years, and five thousand dark knights.

Add to that the monster legion... with such power, they shouldn't fear anyone.

Dracula was the only exception.

Everything in Romania was brought by Dracula.

Without Dracula, there would be no modern Romania, nor would there be the Night Tribe.

Only Dracula could destroy this legion single-handedly, just as he had destroyed the invading army of the Ottoman Empire.

"Gasner, it may be disrespectful to say this, but you can put your mind at ease."

The envoy, noticing his worry from the sight of the army, patted his chest and said, "This army that follows the king has become too powerful; even the king himself is no match for them."

Chapter 211 Monster Legion

“That’s all the truth, you didn’t say anything wrong.”

Gassner did not blame the envoy.

As Dracula's son, he knew Dracula's strength better than anyone else. While indeed powerful, he wasn't strong enough to single-handedly fight the entire vampire army.

Although Dracula once single-handedly annihilated an army of 10 Ottomans, the enemy was merely a mortal army with far inferior weaponry compared to what we have today.

Even so, Dracula couldn't achieve a complete victory.

As Dracula's son, he also participated in the war against the Ottoman Empire and nearly died in battle.

He survived only because his father turned him into a vampire, and there are many ordinary people in the same situation as him.

If Dracula were truly that powerful, this situation wouldn't have occurred.

“I must remind you, Accardo is not alone, his grandfather has brought an army.”

Fury's voice came from behind.

The envoy and Gassner turned around and saw the one-eyed bald man walking towards them carrying a cat.

"Excuse my bluntness, but where are Accardo's troops?"

The envoy smiled and glanced at the screen hanging on the armored vehicle next to him, which reflected the image of Accardo walking alone.

Wearing red clothes and a hat, moving at a leisurely pace.

But there was no one else in sight for miles around.

“We have already searched with satellites, and we haven’t found any other group of more than 10,000 people in the entire country of Romania. A group of more than three million people cannot possibly escape satellite surveillance.”

"Yes, it's inside him!"

Fury looked at the man walking on the screen, his expression solemn.

Although it's not confirmed yet.

However, the information provided by Gu Qing had never been wrong, so he could not afford to be cautious.

"in vivo?"

The envoy looked astonished.

Gassner, however, seemed to be deep in thought.

Unlike the envoy from the Courage Clan, Gasna had a lot of experience with magic and was more accepting of things that defied common sense... Although he didn't know what kind of magic it would take to hide an army of more than three million people inside his body, he didn't think it was impossible.

After a moment of contemplation, Gasner said, "Even without the army of over three million, he is still my father's counterpart, the one who defeated my father's clone. We cannot be careless... How about this, it would be better to send the Flying Ghost Legion to probe him."

"Why send the Flying Ghost Legion?"

Captain Luna's voice came through the headset.

"For the past thousand years, it has been our 'Dracula Vanguard' that has protected the interests of the Night Clan. Why is it the Flying Ghost Legion this time, and not us?"

Gassner hesitated for a moment, then said, "...Since Ms. Luna wants to take the credit, then this mission will be entrusted to you."

"I will never dishonor the name of Dracula."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky roared.

Everyone looked up and saw countless black dots flying in from the boundless sky.

The black dot moves very fast, quickly zooming in and magnifying.

That was a fighter squadron.

At a glance, it's at least five hundred or more.

From the outside, it looks like a warplane from World War II.

However, in terms of speed, stability, size, and even the missiles it carries, it is by no means weaker than any other country's fighter jet today.

"Where did these guys get all this stuff?"

Tony frowned.

He could tell from the roar of the engine that it was made by Stark Industries, and it was the latest model, with power and stability that were unmatched in the world.

But these controlled items aren't something just anyone can sell, and he doesn't recall ever trading with Romania.

“There are things in this world that money can’t buy, but there are definitely not many,” Rhodes said.

Tony looked at Rhodes and agreed, "That makes sense."

"Be prepared, these things may not be useful."

"We were prepared long ago."

……

In the wilderness.

Alucard wore an excited smile as he leisurely made his way towards Dracula's city, appearing completely unhurried.

He muttered something to himself.

Has that guy arrived yet?

"Have they already engaged in combat?"

"What level is Dracula's true form?"

"It must be a monster too!"

"Damn it, I'm a little angry! I went out of my way to find him, thinking we could go to Dracula's City together."

"Ok?"

Suddenly, as if sensing something.

Accardo stopped and looked up.

Under the moonlit sky, a dense formation of fighter jets flew in.

"I'm angry."

Alucard grinned and said, "Why didn't you stop that guy, but instead stopped me?"

"Do you think I'm easier to deal with?"

No one responded to him; only missiles, trailing fiery tails, flew in with a mournful whistling sound.

Boom boom boom!!!

Missiles bombarded the ground, accompanied by deafening explosions.

Amidst the deafening explosion, flames soared and smoke billowed, instantly engulfing an area of ​​several miles in its wake.

"All formations, remain vigilant and continue bombing!"

Luna was giving instructions over the communication channel.

The aircraft group executed the orders well, forming formations of ten and taking turns bombing and covering the area.

For a time, the roar of artillery fire was deafening and continuous.

Even those waiting for the results back home were moved.

Looking at the bombed area on the screen, Rhodes said, "Even if that guy named Alucard has superhuman regenerative abilities, he should be dead beyond any doubt under this kind of firepower! Honestly, I can't imagine what kind of creature could survive under such firepower!"

People often say that things depicted in movies and TV dramas are exaggerated, and you should never compare them to reality.

But in war, it showed even less weakness.

Those who have not participated in war cannot imagine the cruelty and brutality of war, nor can they imagine the power of modern weapons.

That's far better than what's shown in the movies.

"Hulk can do that."

Tony said gravely, "To be honest, while I also hoped that Alucard would just remain asleep, he's even harder to kill than the Hulk."