New Flash Marvel Reborn

145 The Spirit of Vengeance
The gaze in Brad's eyes shot straight at Dracula, like two sharp daggers.

Facing the opponent who defeated him once, Dracula snorted: "This is the end, no one can stop me!"

Arrogant for no reason, he seems to really think that he is invincible in the world with a magic item overflowing with energy.

Brad stood on his right foot, and gently swept his left foot back, accumulating and brewing.Blue electric snakes emerged from his body, as if possessed by a Super Saiyan, and the surrounding air seemed to gather towards him.

Dracula finally couldn't hold his breath anymore, a torrent of magic as red as his pupils shot out from his paper-white palm, rolling towards Brad like a rolling river.

The surging waves submerged the figure, cut it in half, and penetrated it.It's just a false image, the eyes deceive the owner to leave such a false image only because the super speed movement beyond the visual limit cannot be captured.

Brad was short, and the protective layer of the blue light behind him was dyed blood red by the torrent that flew past him, and he moved forward at a high speed.

The world where all things are solidified is reflected in the pupils, and the continuous flow of magic waves is as slow as cotton swaying in the wind. You can see the reflection of your approaching body from Dracula's scarlet eyes, but the owner of those eyes Can't see it.Running forward at high speed, brushing away the frozen air with his cheeks, oscillating the five fingers turned into daggers at high speed to endow the stationary airflow with super speed, and pointing at Dracula's nose that has stopped breathing.

Unexpectedly, the moment his fingertips touched the tip of his nose, he disappeared.

It's the ability of atomization, it's not right to escape through weird teleportation again, it's not atomization, although the body seems to have turned into something like blue smoke again, but this time it's more like a virtual ghost like a ghost Shadow, entwined around the body, like a candy that cannot be shaken off.

Brad's high-speed oscillating hand knife swept across quickly, and the blue light of the knife quickly cut a vacuum belt, which could tear even the iron sheet.But that illusory shadow swayed like the light of a candle blown by the breeze, and still entangled his body.

Like a ghost.

Dracula's voice sounded in my ears: "Stupid, the king of vampires is invincible. When the dawn comes, you have only one way to surrender."

Brad remained expressionless, ignoring his lines that were memorized by all the heroes.

It seems that this is Dracula's new trick. Although I don't know if it is an incidental skill of the new equipment.But even if the so-called ghost really exists, it is only a phenomenon that human science cannot explain temporarily.And it is still based on the foundation of this world, even if this Dracula who has become a human or a ghost is the same.

That means, this illusory body is also made of molecules and atoms.

Brad stopped moving and stood where he was, shaking at high speed.The body turned into an afterimage, and the limbs were blurred beyond recognition.The speed force turned into a blue electric current and spread outward, and the air molecules that directly touched his body were stirred up restlessly, vibrating its own structure.

As for Dracula, who was entangled in his body like a soul, the molecular structure of his body was of course unavoidable for a while.

"Ahhh!"

The misty guy screamed and recovered his entity, hugged into a ball and rolled on the ground.His body was shrunk in the purple cloak, and his pale face was not as scary as before, but more like a clown in a circus.

The vibration stopped, and the right hand turned into a sharp knife again.Holding the collar in his left hand, he lifted Dracula's chicken like pecking rice, and the blade in his right hand flew out, but it was not a real dagger after all, and there would be no sound of a sword piercing through the flesh.Silently piercing the pale flesh, Dracula's heart was pierced ruthlessly, and a bloody hand stretched out from behind, with cold blood still flowing from the fingertips.

But he is the king of vampires, unlike other miscellaneous fish, the injury of losing his heart can't even take away a second of his life.

And Dracula's staring scarlet pupils were like a huge net, spreading across the face-to-face distance, as if trying to frame Brad's consciousness.

In an instant, an extremely simple idea flooded into Brad's mind, trying to squeeze out all other thoughts - "surrender to Dracula"!
It's Dracula's spiritual hypnosis.

Dracula laughed wildly: "Stupid human beings, the king of vampires is immortal! Now, as my servant, go and defeat the invaders!"

"Who said they were going to kill you?" Brad asked lightly, his eyes filled with blue electricity.

Ever since he was brainwashed once by Charles under Stryker's control in Lake Alkali, Brad has learned how to use the speed force to make his brain run at super speed to resist mental attacks.Dracula's mind manipulation may look cool at ordinary times, but compared with Charles, an expert in telepathy, it can only be said to be insignificant.

Dracula's expression changed, realizing Brad's intentions.

His target is not the heart, and even the direction where the arm penetrates is not the heart.The bloody palm protruding from the body tightly held the talisman of life dripping with blood.

The Talisman of Life has already merged into his body, becoming a part of his body and cannot be taken off.So, Brad directly took out this whole part of his body.

The arm was pulled out of the vampire's body, and he punched the bloodless face again, and Dracula backed away, coughing blood.

The army of vampires lost the mana supply of the Talisman of Life, and they began to collapse instantly under the attack of the Avengers.Some saw that the boss seemed to have been brought down, so they simply ran out of the castle.

Although he was immortal, the pain of being pierced through his body still made Dracula extremely weak.But even at this moment, he still smiled arrogantly.

"Do you think you have won? No! Human beings have never been able to win! I am immortal. No matter how many tens or hundreds of years pass, I will still recover and make a comeback! You can't kill me!"

Dao Feng stepped forward and said, "He's right."

The heavy door suddenly opened.Just a little bit of slit was exposed, and dazzling flames came out from the slit.

Everyone can feel that behind the door, there is a certain kind of aura hidden, as if it can burn everything and purify everything.

At the same time, the continuous roar that surged to a climax seemed to be some kind of old-fashioned motorcycle.

Then, the door opened.

What rushed out like a wild horse was really a motorcycle.But if according to the definition of modern motorcycles, this kind of two-wheeled vehicle with the tires on fire and the whole body looks like a cigarette butt thrown in the fuel tank, I don’t know if it can be called a motorcycle.What's more, this car has been refitted in a strange way that has never been seen before. The patterns on both sides are like ancient engravings, and the handlebars extending to the driver's seat are surprisingly long.

And the rider of the motorcycle is even more "thrilling".It is no exaggeration to say that it is a skeleton, a stylishly dressed skeleton.It was a black leather jacket, with three silver-white nails protruding from the shoulders, and three circles of chains wrapped around the chest.And these were only noticed later, because the first thing that attracted everyone's attention was the fire on his head.

It was by no means a secretive stunt, the skull was really burning, as if it was a flame in the depths of hell, burning the whole head.

His appearance seemed to shock the audience with an extremely high temperature, and everyone who stared in shock with wide-eyed eyes didn't make any sound.

Until his locomotive sprinted and passed them - it took only three to five seconds.

The motorcycle galloped past with a strong roar, and the place where the ground was rolled by the wheels left a long string of gorgeous hellfire, as if to burn the ground to crack.

Dracula, who hadn't fully recovered, was driven ten meters away by the bull-like locomotive, and slammed into a wall at the speed of the highway. His back was sunken, and radial cracks stretched out. .

"That. Skeleton" Parker stammered, as if he couldn't even utter a complete complaint.

"Ghost Rider." Brad explained, "I guess that is the 'expert' that Fury mentioned."

Stars almost popped out of Parker's eyes: "Is that a superhero? Awesome!"

The burning locomotive knocked Dracula against the wall, and he was weak and gasped for breath, as if he had no strength to escape.

Ghost Rider jumped out of the car, grabbed Dracula by the collar, and said in a low, hoarse, double-voiced voice, "Hello, dear."

Like a whisper from hell.

Dracula changed his previous relaxed expression, twisted his face and said: "Evil Spirit Knight"

"look into my eyes."

Similar to the dialogue between the male and female protagonists in an emotional drama, it is so domineering when spoken by a skeleton with its head on in an undisputable tone.

The dark eye holes of the skull meet the scarlet pupils.

"Don't look into his eyes, you will be mentally manipulated!" Parker reminded loudly.

"He's fine," Brad said.

In Dracula's blood-colored eyes, there were countless hideous faces and countless scenes of blood splattered, some of which he could not remember clearly.The blood-colored pupils gradually turned orange-red, like the color of magma, imprisoning the soul of the vampire king inside like a cage.

Ghost Rider threw Dracula aside like trash, and there was no movement.

"What? Is this the end?" Parker couldn't believe it.

Brad explained: "The ultimate use of hellfire, through the eyes of the ghost rider, directly burns the opponent's soul with hellfire, and the opponent will always experience the pain caused by the crimes committed against other victims in the past. The fire of hell kindles the sin in the soul, and unless there is true repentance, the fire of hell will never cease."

Daofeng wrote lightly: "Dracula has lived for hundreds of years, sucked countless human blood, and has done countless things without conscience. Even if his sins are replayed for 100 years, they will not repeat."

(End of this chapter)