Cuckoo Takes Over the Nest

Seeing Tony look like he was about to ascend to heaven, Wang Bert could not help laughing. He said, "Morgan and Murphy are more receptive to Dragon Force. I’ll give you some Dragon Jade. Have the maids wear them, and the children won’t resist the maids anymore."

"Really? That’s great."

Tony heaved a sigh of relief, sprawled out on the floor, and said, "I can finally get a good night’s sleep."

"When all’s said and done, you’re still weak."

Wang Bert laughed. "Tony, have you ever considered injecting a Human Enhancement Potion? The current potions are already very mature. There won’t be any side effects."

"More muscle would affect my brain."

Tony shook his head. "But I could learn that qi of yours. With my talent, I should get the hang of it quickly. Then I’ll show that bastard Ivan what I’m made of."

"Your talent? Hahaha, Tony, you really know how to tell a joke."

Wang Bert sneered. "Why are you arguing with Ivan again? You two are practically an old married couple. There’s no need to be so passionate every day."

"Get lost."

Tony cursed and said, "Before Pepper gave birth, Ivan and I made a bet. The loser had to be the other person’s driver. He lost, and I was pretty pleased with myself at the time. Only these past couple of days did I realize he lost on purpose."

Wang Bert asked, "On purpose? Why?"

"Isn’t it because of your prophecy? He was my driver, so once I die, he can take over Pepper and my child."

Tony gritted his teeth. "In his dreams. I’m definitely going to live to a hundred and outlive him."

"Ivan really is a talent."

Wang Bert burst into laughter. "Maybe the driver in the prophecy really is him."

"Get lost."

Tony viciously gave him the middle finger and shut off the holographic projection. Wang Bert smiled. With him around, Tony would not die so easily.

If Tony died, who would help him deal with all those trivial matters?

"Low, low, low…"

More than ten days later, at a Casino in Las Vegas, a middle-aged man dressed like a medieval nobleman shouted excitedly at the Dice Cup, accompanied by a blonde beauty.

The next moment, the Dice Cup was opened. Four, five, six—high. The house took it all.

"Damn it, I lost again."

The middle-aged man cursed loudly. "Bet low again next round. I refuse to believe it’ll roll high six times in a row."

"Yes, Mr. Dracula."

The scantily clad blonde beauty immediately placed his bet, then asked curiously, "Mr. Dracula, are you really the Blood God’s father-in-law? Or rather, does the Blood God really exist?"

Dracula said smugly, "Of course I’m the Blood God’s father-in-law. Otherwise, why would the Casino give me ten million in gambling funds for free? Let me tell you, this Casino belongs to the Blood God."

"This Casino belongs to the Blood God?"

The blonde beauty was surprised. "Then why are you even gambling? Wouldn’t it be better to just take the money and enjoy yourself?"

"You don’t understand. What I seek is the feeling of gambling."

Dracula laughed. With his strength, if he truly wanted to win, it would be effortless. After all, he was the Progenitor of Vampires—his repeated defeats before the Blood God were not his fault, but the Blood God’s. That guy was obviously cheating.

The blonde beauty wanted to ask more, but at that moment, a group of strangely dressed people with purple eyeshadow forced their way into the Casino. With a casual push from afar, they sent several guards flying several meters away, leaving them sprawled on the ground, dead or alive unknown.

The gamblers screamed in terror and hurriedly got up, fleeing in panic toward the Backdoor.

Dracula did not move because he recognized the newcomers. The blonde woman beside him also did not move, though she looked terrified.

The people who had stormed into the Casino were Kaecilius and his group. He swept his gaze over the Casino and locked onto Dracula.

"Dracula, come with me."

Kaecilius strode over with the traitors. Dracula stared at him in astonishment and asked, "Kaecilius, how did you become like this? Who did your makeup? It looks terrible."

Dracula knew Kaecilius. A few years ago, they had teamed up to fend off an invasion from Hell—in that battle, Dracula had mainly been responsible for dying.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Kaecilius was somewhat annoyed. A golden magic whip lashed fiercely toward Dracula.

Dracula sneered and dodged the magic whip at astonishing speed. Then he suddenly appeared before Kaecilius, his crimson claws trailing afterimages as they clawed viciously at Kaecilius’s throat.

"I’m the Progenitor of Vampires, an existence on the same level as Ancient One. You, a mere junior, dare provoke me?"

Dracula was full of contempt. The next moment, his expression abruptly changed—his claws had sunk into a strange space and could not get anywhere near Kaecilius’s throat.

"How is this possible?"

Dracula was greatly shocked and tried to pull back his arm. At that moment, Kaecilius circled his right hand, and the space enclosing Dracula’s right claw rapidly expanded, wrapping toward Dracula’s entire body.

Dracula immediately abandoned his right hand and retreated—every drop of blood in it was drained away, leaving it shriveled and broken.

"Kaecilius, you’ve improved. In that case, I’ll play with you. Take this—Blood Clan secret technique, Blood God Descends."

Dracula’s right hand rapidly regenerated. Then he shouted, and a majestic blood shadow suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. Everyone present felt the blood in their bodies become restless.

"The Blood God?"

Kaecilius was startled and immediately went on guard. At that moment, Dracula fled toward the Backdoor at lightning speed. Ordinary people could not even see the corner of his clothes.

That was right, Dracula had run away. As for the blood shadow, it was merely for show. The moment he fled, it immediately dissipated.

"You dare fool me?"

Kaecilius flew into a rage. Pulling with both hands, he forcibly dragged over the space Dracula occupied. Seeing this, Dracula immediately slapped his chest, and hundreds of blood arrows burst from his body, shooting densely toward Kaecilius.

Kaecilius circled his left hand, and a black vortex appeared out of thin air, swallowing every blood arrow.

Dracula took the opportunity to use the Blood Escape Technique, turning into a blood shadow and fleeing rapidly into the distance. When it came to escaping for his life, Dracula was very experienced.

"You can’t escape."

Kaecilius sneered. The next moment, Dracula returned to stand before him—Kaecilius had secretly placed a spatial coordinate on Dracula. As long as he wished, he could summon Dracula back at any time.

"You’re way too strong, aren’t you? Where did you buy those cheats?"

Dracula sucked in a cold breath. Kaecilius was now at least five times stronger than he had been in that battle years ago.

"They are all gifts from my master."

Kaecilius laughed somewhat manically. Dormammu had strengthened him twice, making him very powerful. However, there was a price—his mind had developed some problems, making him arrogant, crazed, bloodthirsty, and brutal.

"You betrayed Kamar-Taj and pledged allegiance to an Evil God?"

Dracula finally understood and asked in shock. At the same time, a drop of blood emerged beneath his feet and rapidly fled into the distance.

"Kamar-Taj is full of filth. There isn’t a single good person there. I will set things right and build a New Kamar-Taj."

Kaecilius gritted his teeth as he spoke, then casually threw out a Space Blade. The drop of blood was instantly split in two and dissipated into wisps of smoke.

Kaecilius said, "Dracula, stop wasting time and come with me. Don’t worry, you won’t die. We only need to borrow you for a while."

"Damn it."

Seeing his attempts to escape fail one after another, Dracula cursed inwardly. He shouted, "Kaecilius, if you dare touch me, aren’t you afraid the Blood God will come settle the score with you? I’m the Blood God’s old father-in-law."

"Leaving aside the fact that you aren’t, so what if you are? I, Kaecilius, will kill the Blood God sooner or later."

Kaecilius sneered and cast a spell with both hands. The space around Dracula squeezed inward like walls.

Seeing this, Dracula shouted, and his entire body lit up with dazzling red light. Kaecilius frowned and pressed down with his hand. The spatial walls suddenly shattered, turning into massive amounts of black energy that surged into Dracula’s body. Dracula’s eyes immediately turned pitch-black.

"Come with me obediently."

Kaecilius commanded coldly. This was the Darkness Control Technique, a top-tier dark magic Dormammu had taught him.

"Alright."

Dracula nodded numbly, and the red light around his body rapidly faded.

Kaecilius was very satisfied. He opened a portal and was about to lead everyone away when the blonde woman, who had not left earlier, stepped forward and said, "Mage, hello. My superior wants to speak with you."

Kaecilius did not answer. With a casual wave of his hand, the blonde woman was sent flying backward.

To Kaecilius’s surprise, the blonde woman flipped in midair and landed steadily. She was actually an Enhanced Human.

The blonde woman then said, "Mage, my superior possesses power and wealth far beyond your imagination. No matter what you want to do, he can help you."

"Power and wealth?"

Kaecilius frowned. In the past, he would certainly not have cared, but now he truly lacked manpower. Since a major force had come to him on its own, he would not be polite.

Kaecilius turned and walked over to the blonde beauty. She was delighted and was about to speak when black light shone from Kaecilius’s eyes. The instant the blonde beauty saw it, her eyes were dyed black.

Kaecilius then searched the blonde woman’s memories. After that, he opened a portal and led everyone through it.

On the other side of the portal was a spacious office, occupied only by a fat old man who looked exceptionally vicious and cruel.

This fat old man looked ordinary, but in the underground world, he was a true big shot.

His name was Dreykov. He bought and abducted young girls from various places for secret agent training, then used drugs to control the female agents once they had grown up, making them loyal to him.

Dreykov used these female agents to gather intelligence, seduce high-ranking officials, eliminate enemies… and secretly built an underground kingdom, wielding enormous power and wealth.

If Dreykov wished, he could even plunge the entire world into chaos.

Furthermore, the Super Hero Black Widow had been trained by Dreykov. Later, with S.H.I.E.L.D.’s help, Black Widow rebelled and assassinated Dreykov together with Hawkeye Barton.

Dreykov escaped death by faking it. After that, he no longer dared show himself and had been secretly hiding in his base—a base located in the sky.

Over the years, Super Heroes, aliens, and magic had emerged one after another. Dreykov was extremely interested in them and acquired the formula for Human Enhancement Potions, upgrading his female agents.

But that was far from enough. It was not enough for revenge, nor enough to truly control the world. Thus, Dreykov had been searching for greater power, which was why he had sent female agents to Dracula’s side.

The Blood God was Earth’s strongest being, while Dracula was the Progenitor of Vampires. Through Dracula, Dreykov wanted to obtain the secret of the Blood God’s great power.

Unfortunately, before Dreykov’s plan could truly be carried out, Kaecilius arrived. Seeing Kaecilius’s strength, Dreykov was overjoyed and immediately invited him to cooperate—or rather, tried to use him.

However, Dreykov had underestimated Kaecilius’s strength. Kaecilius directly controlled the blonde woman, opened a portal, and came face-to-face with Dreykov.

Dreykov secretly swallowed. As he discreetly pressed a button, he smiled and said, "Mage, hello. I’m Dreykov. We can cooperate."

"What are you, that you think you deserve to cooperate with me?"

Kaecilius smiled disdainfully, black light shining from his eyes. Dreykov was instantly controlled and reduced to a puppet.

At that moment, the office door opened, and an armored warrior rushed in with a group of women. Kaecilius snorted coldly. "Make them withdraw."

"Everyone, withdraw."

Dreykov waved his hand, and all the female agents retreated in unison—they were controlled by drugs and obeyed Dreykov’s orders absolutely.

Also, it was worth mentioning that the armored warrior was named Taskmaster. She could imitate anyone’s moves and was Dreykov’s biological daughter.

Kaecilius got straight to the point. "How many people does your organization have?"

"Over a thousand female agents, along with a large number of researchers and guards."

Dreykov described his forces in detail. Kaecilius was overjoyed. Now, he would no longer lack manpower.

"Recall all your female agents and other subordinates. I’m going to open an Altar here and turn them all into Spider Witches and Spider Warlocks."

Kaecilius ordered. If it were anyone else, after gaining Dreykov’s power, they would certainly concoct some schemes, since Dreykov secretly controlled many high-ranking officials and influential figures.

But Kaecilius had no such thoughts whatsoever. His plan was simple: gather enough manpower, then launch a direct assault on the Three Sanctuaries.

Kaecilius was a mage, not a schemer.

Dreykov nodded respectfully. "Yes."

At that moment, Kaecilius recalled the group of Voodoo Corpses controlled by the corrupted Mordo and asked with some annoyance, "By the way, what advanced technology do you have? Introduce it to me."

Dreykov explained, "The advanced technology I possess mainly focuses on energy weapons and biotechnology, including Energy Guns, energy cannons, biological control technology, hormone control technology, and so on…"

"Equip everything, especially Energy Bombs. Prepare more of those."

Kaecilius ordered. Mordo, when you come next time, I’ll definitely give you a huge surprise. Keeping up with the times, is it? I, Kaecilius, can do that too.

At Kamar-Taj, Wang Bert exclaimed, "I never expected there to be such an underground kingdom on Earth, much less that Kaecilius would conquer it with a single glance."

Dreykov was a character from the film "Black Widow." Before Wang Bert transmigrated, "Black Widow" had only released a few trailers and had not officially premiered, so he did not know much about Dreykov or that Dreykov was connected to Natasha.