Darian was not affected by Dracula's words.
Even if Dracula possessed a truly immortal body, it didn't mean there were no countermeasures.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to go to such lengths to create the so-called divine tome, set a trap for his descendants, and use them as sacrifices to complete his resurrection.
Darian initially speculated that Dracula's Resurrection Coin must have some limitations; it couldn't be used at will, either requiring a certain amount of time or needing specific conditions to activate.
Of course, the prerequisite was killing Dracula completely first.
In short, it meant emptying the opponent's HP bar, just like when he killed Frost.
"Dracula, you are too evil. Regardless, I must eliminate you!"
While speaking, Darian took out the magic mask and put it on his face.
The magic mask instantly adhered to his face. The runes engraved on it seemed to be injected with life, beginning to squirm and twist eerily, while the two eye sockets burst forth with blazing White light, making it impossible to look directly at.
Dracula:...
Who looks more evil here!
Dracula stopped speaking. The pitch-Black bat wings behind him suddenly spread open, flapping with full force and whipping up howling winds. His figure shot out like an arrow released from a bow, turning into a bloody afterimage in the air!
The Blood-Colored Longsword condensed into shape in his hand once more, streaking toward Darian with an air-tearing shriek and slashing down at his head!
Darian neither dodged nor retreated, gripping the magic sword and building up momentum where he stood.
Just as the Blood-Colored Longsword was about to strike, his wrist suddenly flickered.
"Parry!"
Clang—!
The magic sword met the Blood-Colored Longsword; the two blades violently collided, letting out a loud ringing sound!
Dracula instantly felt a powerful reactive force transmit through his hand and then spread throughout his body. He immediately fell into a strange Stiffness State, his body uncontrollably halting mid-air, his movements becoming incredibly sluggish.
"What!?"
Dracula looked astonished.
Before he could react, Darian executed a Mage Jump Slash, severing his bat wings with a swing of the sword. Losing his balance, Dracula immediately plummeted from mid-air and smashed heavily onto the ground.
Before Dracula could get up, Darian's offensive followed immediately!
The magic sword transformed into continuous sword shadows, mercilessly hacking down on Dracula. Each time the blade fell, it brought forth a spray of dark red blood, causing massive bleeding.
"Damn human!"
Dracula roared furiously.
Although his Self-Healing Ability was indeed powerful, pain was still pain.
The Light energy contained within the magic sword brought bone-deep burning pain every time it touched his flesh. Darian's relentless fierce assault was practically no different from death by a thousand cuts.
"Roar!!"
Dracula suddenly let out a Beast roar that was completely unlike a human's.
Under Darian's astonished gaze, Dracula's body began to undergo a strange transformation.
His originally elegant and pale face twisted and deformed, his skull stretched forward, stark White fangs pierced his lips, thick gray-Black fur surged madly from the pores all over his body, and his physique swelled wildly like a balloon.
In the blink of an eye, the originally slender Vampire had vanished.
In its place was a hideous-looking Werewolf!
Oh dear!
The Vampire actually turned into a Werewolf!
Darian watched, dumbfounded.
In normal settings, Vampires and Werewolves are usually sworn enemies or romantic rivals, so how could a Vampire cross species lines and turn into a Werewolf?
Could it be that the ancestor of the Werewolves was also Dracula?
Just as Darian was distracted, Dracula, who had transformed into a Werewolf, completed his metamorphosis. His muscles bulged all over, his body measuring a massive 2.7 to 2.8 meters tall. His crimson Beast eyes were locked tightly onto Darian, like a hungry ferocious wolf spotting its prey.
"Roar—!"
Amidst the earwax-shaking roar, Dracula violently broke free from the suppression. His thick hind legs kicked the ground fiercely, shattering the floor instantly!
Amidst the flying debris, his enormous body charged forward with a speed completely inconsistent with his size. His massive jaws suddenly opened, rushing straight for Darian's head, carrying a heavy stench of blood!
Darian remained calm in the face of danger, immediately raising the magic sword horizontally to block in front, jamming the Werewolf Dracula's gaping maw.
After transforming into a Werewolf, Dracula's strength far surpassed what it was before.
The tremendous impact force pushed Darian backward continuously, his feet plowing two clear furrows in the ground, sending gravel and dust flying.
But in the next moment, Darian erupted with over a hundred points of Strength attribute. His backward-sliding figure suddenly stabilized. His right hand held the magic sword against Dracula's large mouth, and his left hand pulled the trigger, firing several Sword Qi!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dracula was instantly struck, bleeding profusely, and painful roars echoed throughout the Castle Hall.
But this only roused his ferocity. Dracula's eyes turned crimson in the intense pain, and completely abandoning defense, his two massive claws continuously struck toward Darian, using a Frenzied Scratch.
Darian continuously dodged amidst the chaotic claw shadows. The furniture and structures inside the Castle were shattered by Dracula's claw strikes.
Wood chips flew, gravel scattered, and the entire Castle was ruined in an instant.
"Sure enough, anything related to dogs is good at tearing down the house,"
Darian couldn't help but complain.
The moment Dracula exposed a flaw due to his frenzied attack, Darian seized the opportunity, violently exerted strength in his waist and abdomen, poured all his strength into his right leg, and delivered a powerful, heavy Heart-Striking Kick straight to Dracula's chest!
Bang!
A dull thud rang out, accompanied by the bone-shattering crunch that made one's teeth ache.
Dracula took flight again, his massive body kicked away, tracing a perfect parabola in the air before smashing heavily onto the distant ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
With the blessing of multiple skills and equipment, Darian's strength was terrifying.
Dracula's sternum was visibly sunken, several ribs were broken, and he uncontrollably vomited large mouthfuls of blood, even mixed with fragments of internal organs, splashing shocking blood flowers on the ground.
Is this really a human!?
A turbulent storm raged inside Dracula.
Having lived for thousands of years, he had seen many human powerhouses, but he had never encountered a human with such powerful physical strength, capable of easily suppressing even his Werewolf form.
Wait, this guy seems to be a Mage too—
Just as Dracula was lost in thought, Darian had already rushed over, giving him no chance to catch his breath, and began a fierce barrage of kicks!
"That's for tearing up the house! That's for showing off! That's for... forget it, I can't think of anything else, just kick!"
Darian kicked and cursed, every kick containing astonishing power.
After a dozen Heart-Striking Kicks landed, Dracula was howling in pain, blood constantly spurting from his nose and mouth, as if he had eaten his fill of dragon fruit.
"Enough!"
Dracula finally couldn't bear it, roaring in suppressed agony, trying to maintain his last shred of dignity.
"I am the great Dracula, the King of Vampires! How dare you, human..."
However, his words abruptly stopped. Darian had already grabbed his thick Werewolf leg, and his massive body was lifted entirely, followed by a dizzying, violent series of slams!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every heavy impact made the entire Castle tremble.
Dracula's enormous body made intimate contact with the ground, scattering gravel and dust.
He tried to struggle, but in the face of Darian's overwhelming strength, he was as helpless as a ragdoll being manipulated by an adult.
After dozens of consecutive heavy slams, large patches of fur began to fall off Dracula's body, his muscles rapidly atrophied, and his Werewolf form faded at a visible speed.
Finally, he reverted to his original Vampire appearance, collapsing limply in the pile of rubble, his pair of crimson eyes dull and lifeless as he stared at the ceiling, seemingly having given up all resistance.
Darian was very familiar with this scene; he had seen it before with Loki.
Just as Darian stepped closer, preparing to deliver the final blow, a sudden change occurred!
Dracula suddenly raised his eyes. His previously dim eyes instantly burst forth with strange blood-colored light!
A powerful surge of Mental Energy swept over, stabbing directly into the depths of Darian's consciousness.
"From now on, submit to me!"
Dracula's voice seemed to carry a strange magic; every syllable contained the power to bewitch the mind.
This was one of his abilities: powerful Hypnosis and Mental Control.
In the past, countless powerhouses had fallen to this move of Dracula's, completely becoming his puppets, letting him manipulate them at will.
At this moment, Dracula employed his old trick again, intending to use the same move to control Darian.
As Dracula released his Mental Power, Darian's movements suddenly froze, and he stood still, stunned.
Seeing this scene, Dracula's initial arrogant smile finally reappeared on his face.
He slowly stood up, brushed the dust off himself, and looked down at the rigid Darian like a victor.
"Foolish human! In the end, won't you still become my puppet!"
Dracula strode forward, his crimson eyes gleaming with triumph.
For thousands of years, almost no one had been able to resist his Hypnosis Control; even the so-called Demon Hunters would eventually submit to this move.
Dracula stood in front of Darian and commanded, "Slap yourself hard!"
This was undoubtedly blatant retaliation.
Having lived for thousands of years, he had never been so disgraced as he was today, beaten like a sandbag by a human.
He had to get this humiliation back!
"Alright!"
Darian nodded, charged his right arm, and swung with all his might, slapping Dracula right in the face!
Crack!!
In the sound of an ear-splitting slap, Dracula was sent flying into the air, spinning a full seven hundred and twenty degrees, like a top that had been struck.
Over a dozen bloody teeth flew out of his mouth, tracing several crimson arcs in the air.
Dracula crashed heavily into the pile of rubble ten meters away. Half of his cheek quickly swelled up, and a crystal-clear five-finger print appeared on his originally pale skin.
"H-how is this possible? You're fine..."
Dracula hissed incoherently, blood continuously spilling from his cracked lips, his face filled with disbelief.
Darian's gaze was sharp, and he said in a deep voice, "My will and faith are indestructible. You think your little trick of bewitching people is enough to shake my resolve? That's a pipe dream!"
In fact, with the continuous improvement of his Mental attribute, Darian had developed a certain resistance to mental attacks like Telepathy.
He had tested this with Wanda, asking her to try and control him using Telepathy.
The moment Wanda's ability activated, he perceived an external Mental Energy attempting to invade his brain. He could rely on his own Mental Power to resist for a moment, and that brief window was enough time for him to take out and put on the Dummy Ring.
However, Darian didn't need to go through so much trouble now.
The moment Dracula used Hypnosis, he directly activated the newly acquired Overlord Body Skill, which granted immunity to all Control Statuses. Dracula's Hypnosis Control was completely ineffective against him.
Even if someone brought out an app loaded with loving software, he would be fearless.
"This must be magic!"
Dracula said with conviction, his crimson eyes fixed on Darian.
He would rather believe that the opponent used some protective magic than admit that this cunning human truly possessed an unwavering will and faith.
Dracula slowly rose. The wounds all over his body instantly healed as blood light flowed around him.
"However, do you think you're the only one who can use magic?"
Saying this, Dracula raised both arms, and ancient, obscure incantations echoed in the air.
The sky above the Castle suddenly changed color. Rolling dark clouds gathered at a visible speed, shrouding the entire sky in a chaotic dark curtain.
Innumerable Thunder Snakes, flashing with blinding electric light, tumbled incessantly among the dark clouds. The deafening roar of thunder was terrifying, and a heart-pounding pressure enveloped the entire battlefield.
"I'll let you witness what the true power of magic is!"
Dracula suddenly pressed his arms down, and the sky full of Thunder Snakes moved in response.
Darian immediately felt things were bad. Without any hesitation, he instantly flashed away from his spot.
Boom!!
The moment he dodged sideways, a thick bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from high altitude, directly piercing the Castle and accurately hitting the location where he had just been.
Dirt and rock scattered. The overflowing lightning light raged around like silver snakes, the ground instantly turned scorched Black, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone.
If Darian had been even slightly slower, he would definitely have been scorched.
Darian's mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly clicked his tongue.
Doesn't this Dracula know a few too many skills?
First, he turns into a bat, then he can transform into a Werewolf, and he also uses Mental Control and Hypnosis.
Now he can even summon lightning!
How embarrassing is that for Thor, the god of thunder!
You know, after Thor lost his hammer, he couldn't even summon a single spark of electric light.
Seeing Dracula continue to summon lightning, Darian decisively threw the pure iron poké ball at Dracula!
Dracula was wary of Darian and immediately dodged the pure iron poké ball. After confirming that the pure iron poké ball wouldn't curve in the air, he sneered.
"There's more than one lightning bolt coming next. You should prepare yourself."
Darian chuckled, "I think you should be the one preparing."
Dracula: "?"
Before he could understand what that meant, he saw the pure iron poké ball suddenly open, and a glowing little blue man popped out.
Max looked around confusedly: "Uh."
Darian shouted: "Max, use Charm!"
"Pikachu!"
Max: (≧≦)
Dracula: (╬◣д◢)
Although he didn't know who the other party was, what should he do if he suddenly wanted to kill him?