The Death Knell

There is no fixed light source in the castle, only the candlesticks in the hands of the brides who lead the way. When looking out from the Gothic spire windows, the moon emits a blood-red evil light.

The floor is covered with luxurious carpets, and the walls are lined with gloomy portraits. Gorgeous artworks can be seen everywhere here, and many of them were even created by Dracula himself.

For example, the painting of spitting on the cross was painted by himself, and his realistic brushwork made him look extremely chic.

Wanda also saw the painting. After all, it was hanging in the corridor leading to the restaurant, and it was too large and conspicuous.

It's just that she doesn't believe that Dracula will be as young and handsome as in the painting. The vampires in TV series and movies are all played by actors. The real ancestor of the vampire family should be a monster, right?

However, when the bride pushed open the door of the restaurant, and the young man turned around in the magnificent room like a giant cathedral, smiled and opened his arms to welcome the Supreme Master, she found that the self-portrait was obviously that the author was modest.

The pale skin and blood-colored pupils all reminded him of his identity as a vampire, but his face was as handsome as a god and his charming aura was as alluring as a poppy.

As a mutant sorcerer, she was still resistant to the charm of vampires. She just frowned a little, and when she looked at Dracula, he no longer had such thrilling charm.

Well, it's almost the level of appearance of a top Hollywood actor, no longer inhuman.

"Master Supreme, welcome. I really didn't expect you to come to my little castle as a guest. Please take a seat." Dracula smiled and hugged and shook hands with the Supreme Master. His long white hair was draped softly on his shoulders, keeping the He was polite and enthusiastic at the same time, and then led the two of them to the dining table.

"You're so polite. Your restaurant has an area of ​​over a thousand square meters and the dining table is more than 70 meters long. How can you call it a small castle?" Su Ming also smiled and greeted the other party and followed him to the table: "Better than mine. Karma Taj is so luxurious.”

The True Ancestor smiled reservedly and accepted the compliments: "Play music and serve food. According to Eastern customs, we eat and talk at the same time."

He did not sit at opposite ends of the long table with the Supreme Mage, because that would require someone else to pass the message. Instead, he sat side by side and ordered the blood servants to prepare food.

Wanda didn't want to eat the vampire's food at all. If a bucket of virgin blood was brought to her later, would she drink it or not?

Her little mind was filled with tangles.

But seeing the Supreme Mage still talking and laughing with the True Ancestor so calmly, she seemed to have found her backbone and became determined.

"Don't be nervous, you don't understand the habits of the vampires." Seeing her fingers grabbing her jeans and making fists, Su Ming comforted her with a smile: "The castle banquet hall is simply a ballroom, used to receive guests, and the vampires dine Usually in the bedroom.”

"There are some in the dungeon, and there are some juniors who like to eat in coffins, which is very indecent." Dracula maintained a perfect smile and added: "But most European vampires still abide by the rules, probably the juniors in the United States. Made a bad impression on the beautiful lady, this one”

"Wanda, a student of Monaco, there are some things that need to be solved this time, so I will bring her out to see the world." Su Ming introduced Wanda's identity to the True Ancestor. In fact, it would be fine to just say Magneto. After all, Rick was also very famous in Europe at that time.

Dracula did not kiss his hands, but nodded gently to show that he understood. At the same time, a vampire symphony orchestra also walked into the restaurant. After saluting, they used the giant organ next to the wall as a position to play their respective things. .

Together with this music, it creates the atmosphere of a wealthy family's night banquet. How can ordinary people have such a scene? Generally, people don’t play music during meals, maybe only twice in a lifetime, and it’s all suona.

Wanda smiled stiffly at the True Ancestor. Even though there was a Supreme Mage between the person and the ghost, she seemed to still be able to feel the cold breath.

The master and the true ancestor were really chatting. More topics were about Dracula Xina's side room, which gradually extended to his preference for blond women and the current human concept of marriage and love.

It's all bullshit.

The food is here, it's really human food, and although vampires won't eat these things, it doesn't mean they won't do it.

Dracula himself picked up a golden cup, which was undoubtedly his dinner. After taking a sip, he seemed to be drunk. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a few seconds before getting down to business:

"Let me guess the purpose of the Supreme Mage's visit. Is there a problem with the vampires in the United States?"

"You said that guy named Fortes planned to resurrect the Blood God?" Su Ming asked back, shaking his head with a smile: "No, we all know that there is no Blood God at all, only the bad things of ancient Atlantis. The old archmage Varna, even if his incompetent descendant succeeds and sacrifices the Blade Warriors and the North American Vampire Council to resurrect him, he will only get a bloodthirsty beast."

The True Ancestor smiled and raised his glass to toast the Supreme Mage. His tone was a little melancholy, and he shook his head slightly: "You're right, that bad old man is very bad. He lied to me and made it impossible for me to die even if I wanted to."

"Would you feel better if I said your situation was destined?" Su Ming's cup contained real red wine. He clinked the glasses with Dracula and took a sip: "There are others outside our world. Worlds, there are different you in different worlds, as long as there is Dracula, the true ancestor of the blood race, you can never succeed in committing suicide, so why not enjoy life."

Why does Dracula's immortality even override the rules of death? No one in this universe can kill him?

There is a high probability that this kind of immortality is a concept from a higher level. Even if Marvel's Dracula dies, as long as DC's Dracula is not dead, the Dracula in other books and stories is not dead, and the Marvel Universe Those invisible hands from high up will always resurrect this true ancestor of the blood clan again and again.

As my little cousin said, popularity is life, and vampire stories are always popular.

Dracula's immortality comes from almost the same source as Deadpool. It comes from the popularity provided by the "invisible audience". Otherwise, the curse of Thanos alone would be too unconvincing.

Thanos cursed Wade to make him immortal and prevent him from having a tryst with death, so Deadpool wouldn't die?

So, Thanos doesn't wear gloves or gems, and just makes a wish, and his power is stronger than one of the five creation gods? Death can’t even stay together forever if he wants to?

Don't be naive.

There are only two explanations for this matter. Either Death deliberately found Deadpool to stimulate Thanos and let him kill more people quickly. Anger and jealousy are the driving forces for killing, so instead of showing his true ability to kill Thanos, he did He acted like "I can't do this".

The other is that she is really powerless, because Wade's immortality is the result of interference by Marvel writers, which is equivalent to being modified by the original transcendent. This is a power even stronger than Wanda in his heyday.

"Since it's not about the Blade Warriors, I really can't think of anything else related to our vampire clan."

Dracula placed the golden cup, picked up a white handkerchief and wiped his mouth, scraped the edge of the cup with his long nails, and wiped away the bright red. His blood-red eyes looked at the Supreme Mage eating the drumstick.

"This matter is related to every existence on the earth. I need an immortal existence to come forward to negotiate. Please listen to me explain it to you in detail. Of course, after listening to it, you can decide whether to cooperate. After all, I’m just here to negotiate terms.”

Su Ming put the chicken legs on the plate, wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his backhand, and told the true ancestor of the blood clan the whole story.