Chapter 148: Dracula: At Last, After Ages, My Wish Is Fulfilled

Snowflakes drifted, a thousand miles frozen solid.

Amidst the vast white mountains, a perilous peak towered high.

And upon closer inspection, one would realize it was in fact an ice-frozen castle—its scale so immense it appeared like a mountain.

This structure had existed over four hundred years ago; hard to imagine how human hands could have built such a fortress in that era and environment.

Hummmmm—

Amidst the strange humming, Wu Xian and the others emerged one by one from a stone stele covered in ice.

They stood halfway up the mountain, directly facing the stone gate beneath the Blood Castle, with sheer cliffs on either side, ancient ice stretching downward into an endless abyss beyond sight.

The last to step out of the stele was Fan Haixin. He stared in surprise at the ice-bound castle ahead, then glanced back, reaching out to touch the stele—but could no longer pass through it as before.

Clearly, this portal was one-way. Perhaps this was why the map had been torn at one corner: once someone passed through, there was no way back.

Either defeat Dracula, or be killed by him—no third option existed.

…

Boom————!!!

With a thunderous crash, one of the castle's great doors shattered. Bone-chilling winds howled, signaling the ancient fortress had been breached by unwelcome guests.

Like in the movie, the interior of the Blood Castle was not dark; a row of burning braziers lined the central path, and torches lined both walls, providing illumination.

But now that the door had been broken, the biting cold wind extinguished some of the torches and braziers, filling the surroundings with an eerie dread—exactly matching the common stereotype of a vampire's lair.

Wu Xian walked ahead of the group, his golden eyes flickering faintly as he sensed the darkness here was extraordinarily dense, nearly liquid.

One could imagine that in a cultivation world, this place would be a paradise for demons and monsters—a sacred ground for cultivation. Even a human staying here long enough would undergo subtle physical changes, becoming more attuned to darkness.

Of course, the environment was secondary. What truly alarmed Wu Xian and the others were the countless cocoons hanging from the castle's ceiling, threaded through with black cables, occasionally dripping thick green fluid—reminding the Zhongzhou team's veterans of their experience in *Alien 1*.

"Are these… Dracula's descendants?"

Fan Haixin was stunned. On his way to Romania, he had already learned from Edward (Zheng Zhe) of Dracula's scheme: to awaken his offspring through the Frankenstein creature's unique properties and forge an undead army to conquer the world.

Hearing this news had merely surprised him at Dracula's audacity—but now, seeing the sheer number of cocoons, a bead of cold sweat slid down his temple.

This was only the entrance hall. With the castle's size, the number of cocoons could truly be counted in the thousands.

Moreover, given vampires' strength and immortality, their power far surpassed human armies. If these vampire hatchlings successfully revived, conquering the world would not be fantasy—it would be possible.

Then again, is Dracula a vampire or a cockroach spirit? How can he breed so much? Can his kidneys handle it?

"Who cares if he's a vampire or a cockroach demon—today, he and his spawn die here."

As Wu Xian spoke, preparing to urge the group forward, thunderous roars echoed from behind.

Everyone's hearts lurched. Especially those on the Zhongzhou team who had seen the movie—they seemed to realize something, and immediately looked upward at the cocoons, their expressions changing drastically.

Visible bolts of electricity surged through the air as the terrifying number of green cocoons began glowing one after another, emitting rhythmic pulses like heartbeats.

Simultaneously, Zhan Lan and Wu Xian activated their spiritual scans, clearly sensing that within the previously lifeless cocoons, faint wills had emerged—and were growing stronger.

"Damn it! Main God, you bastard, not following the script again!!"

Wu Xian cursed, ignoring the penalty alert in his mind, unleashing his biofield in an instant. His body shot skyward like a rocket, smashing through the ceiling and flying upward.

…

On the top floor of the Blood Castle, in a laboratory filled with instruments, a handsome man in an elegant suit stared at a bloated figure bound tightly to a chair ahead, his eyes blazing with intense light.

Without doubt, this handsome man was the owner of the Blood Castle—the Vampire King, Count Dracula!

As Fan Haixin knew, to awaken countless descendants into an undead army, Dracula had racked his brains for centuries—breeding endlessly while searching for methods, yet achieving no progress.

Only in recent years, with the emergence of something called "science," did he glimpse hope. He then poured vast resources into cultivating a team of scientists to research resurrection technology.

Finally, a year ago, a scientist named Dr. Victor succeeded in reviving a stitched-together corpse using electricity, naming it the Frankenstein creature—truly touching God's authority by creating a new life.

The original plan was simple: channel electricity into the Frankenstein creature, then transmit his life force through connected cables into Dracula's countless offspring, completing the transition from death to life.

As his grand design neared completion, Dracula was ecstatic. In a moment of careless arrogance, he revealed his true ambition—to conquer the world—and then killed Dr. Victor for amusement.

Meanwhile, witnessing the death of Victor, whom he regarded as his father, the Frankenstein creature erupted in fury, unleashing immense power that repelled Dracula and fled with Victor's corpse.

In the end, he was burned to death by villagers who arrived upon hearing the news. He offered no resistance—choosing suicide rather than let his father's killer succeed.

This time, unlike the movie, the Frankenstein creature was truly dead—no last-minute survival, not even his ashes remained.

Dracula was furious. After slaughtering the villagers, he gathered another group of scientists, attempting to replicate a new Frankenstein creature using Dr. Victor's notes—but failed repeatedly.

Until two months ago, he learned from a certain entity that a group of strange humans had appeared in Europe.

They were not of this world, unbound by its rules. If their corpses were used to create a Frankenstein creature, success was highly probable.

Dracula feared this entity deeply, but out of curiosity, he secretly left Romania, tracked down the group, and followed them, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Before long, he noticed three of them had separated from the group and stayed in a small town. He immediately moved, captured all three, and brought them back to the Blood Castle.

As the entity had claimed, these outsiders' genes were extraordinary—appearing ordinary, yet holding infinite potential. He used only the strongest one as a test subject—and succeeded on the first try.

Now, all he needed was to channel electricity into the new Frankenstein creature, and his offspring would awaken. The undead army would finally descend upon this world.

Of course, this was only the first step. Newly born vampire hatchlings were weak, far from meeting his standards. Only by feeding on blood could they evolve into an invincible army to conquer the world.

Dracula had already planned his campaign: first Transylvania, to avenge his three vampire brides; then all of Romania; finally Europe—and ultimately, the entire world.

"Hahahaha————!!!"

Thinking of this, Count Dracula burst into uncontrollable laughter, like Hua An playing the role of Wei Jueye in a neighboring film set—only missing the line, "I've waited so long, at last my wish is fulfilled."

Boom!!

Thunder roared, fierce and deafening—but to Dracula, it sounded sweet. He raised his wine glass on the lab table, smiling as he awaited his army's resurrection.

Then, a sharp warning prickled his mind. He flinched, spilling the entire glass of wine.

Boom————

Another thunderclap rang out—but different from before.

Before Dracula could think, his jaw exploded in agony. His body was hurled upward with the shattered ceiling, flying into the sky…

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