The throne room, serving as a battlefield, was now in chaos. Almost all the furniture was reduced to fragments, leaving hardly anything intact except for the throne.
The carpet was long destroyed, broken chairs were worthless, the chandeliers shattered, and the vampires left no remains.
After pacing back and forth, Su Ming went outside and removed a few large stained glass pieces from the door, intending to take them away. These glass windows emitted a moonlight-like soft glow, possibly valuable items worth having someone appraise.
"Where should we go next?"
Hel watched Deathstroke work, speaking in a relaxed tone.
Deathstroke's abilities proved he didn't lack these things. Humans traded with currency, a tool that he could use to make transactions with others. But like a habit, Deathstroke seemed always to take something along the way, resembling the style of Asgard.
If something caught his eye, he took it. Would anyone dare to hold onto it and not let go? Then they would die. Such actions quite suited Hel's taste.
"My assistant read some memories from Giovanni's symbiote and now knows where Dracula is. Originally, our King Vani intended to deal with the Vampire Ancestor."
Su Ming stuffed the enormous glass into his backpack, leaving Satanah stunned, a look of surprise on her small face.
How could glass measuring seven or eight meters in height and four or five in width fit into a small bag no larger than a makeup case?
Hel flexed her fingers and returned the Night Sword to the Netherworld: "I've heard that lower-ranked blood races cannot resist higher-ranked ones because they have mixed their blood. A single thought from the higher-ranked can make them wish they were dead."
While speaking, she looked at Satanah with an inquiring gaze, as Satanah was more familiar with this.
Su Ming put away the glass windows, brushed the dust off his hands, and waved away the bothersome spider web in front of him.
"There is such a saying, but the current bloodline dukes are not Dracula's descendants, but his peers."
"Oh?"
"They were all descendants of Varnae. Before self-immolating, Varnae passed his power to one of his descendants, Dracula. The others didn't receive this privilege, and since then, have always been overshadowed by Dracula."
"It sounds like their relationship with Dracula isn't good." Satanah interjected forcefully, wanting to inquire about the bag.
"Except for a few clan leaders from the Vegetarian Faction, most of the clan leaders want to kill Dracula and take his place. Unfortunately, Dracula cannot die."
As Su Ming answered this, he motioned in the air with his right hand, signaling Satanah to open the teleportation gate, closing his eyes to calm his bloodthirsty desire.
"How many bloodline dukes are there in total?" Satanah began drawing on the ground.
Su Ming took out a cigarette and lit it. The lighter's flame illuminated his face as he exhaled a puff of smoke: "Phew... There are at least 12 bloodline elders in the United States. It's even harder for me to determine globally, as these cave bats act in secrecy, with many having infiltrated the upper levels of human society, making them difficult to track."
"What's our destination?" Satanah paused her drawing, ready to fix the coordinates.
"The Cretaceous Coast of Madagascar," Su Ming provided a general area: "Do you know it?"
"Yes." Satanah wrote a long string of incomprehensible Demon Language in the array: "I just don't know why Dracula would want to see flamingos."
A crimson teleportation gate appeared before them. Su Ming took out a timed explosive from his bag, set it, and threw it into the grand hall before stepping through the gate.
"He's not here to see flamingos; he's here to see the sunrise."
Palham originally wanted to mention that his horse was still in the castle courtyard, but he figured they could fetch it after their business was done.
They found themselves on a strip of beach, unlike a typical sandy beach. Next to this narrow stretch was a towering cliff, resembling a wall.
Weathering and sea erosion had created rust-like patterns on these cliffs, resembling strange, irregular murals. On their other side lay a lush rainforest, with the moist air rolling over the cliff tops, nourishing the land.
Located in the Southern Hemisphere, while the United States prepared for Christmas, it was midsummer here.
A person dressed in a Hawaiian-style floral shirt was sitting on a cliff ledge, the sea breeze blowing his long silver hair. His eyes were fixed on the distant horizon, seemingly unaware of the group's arrival.
He looked very young, about twenty-something, neither strong nor frail, with a face filled with poet-like melancholy.
This was Dracula.
The cliff, dozens of meters high, Hel jumped up directly; Satanah and Su Ming could fly up, whereas the Evil Spirit Knight needed a helping hand.
By the time footsteps approached, Dracula finally noticed them. He glanced at them briefly, then turned his gaze back to the sea.
The sky was dark, possibly the darkness before dawn, as he awaited the sunrise.
"Supreme Mage, bringing two Lords of Hell and a Devil's Hitman... are you here for me?"
"Yes, I have some matters to discuss with you." Su Ming raised his hand, signaling the others to stop and went forward himself.
"Please, take a seat." Dracula patted the spot beside him. The white rock seemed often used, clean from frequent use: "How did you know I was here? This should have been a secret."
Su Ming walked to his side, sat down, and sighed, moving his legs: "Ah, sort of, but I just took down Duke Joe Van, and your location wasn't a secret to him."
"Seems someone close to me betrayed me." Dracula smiled slightly, like Jesus at his last supper: "So, are you here to kill me?"
"Initially, that was the plan, but later I realized it had nothing to do with you." Su Ming shook his head, picking up a small stone and tossing it towards the sea.
The stone emitted a terrifying whistling wind sound and disappeared instantly. Even Dracula didn't see where it landed.
"If you know it's not my doing, why did you come looking for me?"
His gaze gradually shifted from the sea to Deathstroke's face, at which point the helmet was retracting as if melting away.
"There are some questions only you can answer." Su Ming took out a cigarette and offered one to Dracula before lighting one himself.
"Ask away; I'm in a good mood today." Dracula accepted the cigarette, though he didn't smoke himself, being a deceased who didn't need lungs.
"First question, where is Atlan nowadays?" Su Ming blew out a smoke ring, quickly dispersed by the wind. Atlan, the name of the Alien Capital, is a floating Sky City.
"Inhumans? Are you looking for them?" Dracula tossed a small stone, but clearly, he couldn't throw as far as Su Ming: "They are neighbors with Atlantis now."
"So that's underwater...?" Su Ming pondered for a moment.
"I only know it's in the Atlantic Ocean." Dracula sniffed the cigarette under his nose, but his sense of smell, dull to anything but blood, only picked up the scent of dried leaves: "The ocean has no blood race; my influence doesn't reach there, but if you know any Sea Race people, you could ask them."
"Do you know if the Inhumans are planning to disperse the Terrigen Crystal Cloud?"
"I've heard of it, but it has nothing to do with me." Dracula tied up his long hair, responding disinterestedly: "Besides, I can't die."
"So, seeking death is what you want?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow, looking at the King of the Blood Race.
Dracula's jaw moved, revealing sharp teeth, and then he laughed.
"You can't imagine, if among all your kind, only you can see the sunrise eternally; it's a type of solitude..."