DC & Marvel: This Guy Is Crazy

Chapter 156: The Blood God Is About to Reappear in the World

The sudden wave of happiness caught Drake completely off guard.

The more unreasonable it seemed, the more suspicious it became.

How could the progenitor Lilith be so kind as to help a mere half-blood like him? Once he fused with the power of the Blood God, he'd become an uncontrollable variable.

"So, you don't trust me?"

Lilith wore a confident expression, as if she had already anticipated Drake's concerns.

However, Drake pointed to his ear, then gestured toward the distance, signaling that someone was eavesdropping.

"Relax, I've placed a soundproof barrier. No one can hear our conversation," Lilith said.

As a vampire progenitor who had lived for countless years, she was meticulous and paid attention to every detail.

With her extraordinary senses, she had already pinpointed the exact location of the observer.

"Your Majesty, I find it hard to believe you," Drake said honestly.

A thousand years ago, the purebloods had hunted him so relentlessly that he had nowhere left to run, eventually sealed and imprisoned underground. How could he so easily believe Lilith's words now?

"It's true I offer no evidence," Lilith admitted. "But between you and Dracula, one must inherit the Blood God's power—and I'd rather choose you."

Drake fell silent.

He could clearly hear the implication in her words: he was weaker than Dracula.

Dracula was a pureblood of prince rank. With the Blood God's power, he might actually be a threat to the progenitor.

Whereas Drake, with only the strength of a pureblood duke, even if amplified by the Blood God's power, would still not qualify as an equal to Lilith.

Of course, they shared the same family name. Drake was in no mood to admit he was inferior to Dracula.

"If you agree, I'll help you obtain the Blood God's power in secret. In return, you will become the fourteenth vampire prince—provided you sign the Crimson Pact."

Lilith spoke with elegance, her tone full of seductive allure.

"The Crimson Pact?"

Drake was the textbook definition of a physical fighter, relying entirely on raw talent in combat. His weakness was his lack of vampiric magic—otherwise, he'd already be prince level.

Dracula, on the other hand, was born with magical talent, and was revered as a prince among vampires for good reason.

"It's a contract that guarantees a sovereign-vassal relationship. As long as both parties abide by the terms, there's no backlash."

Lilith's main reason for choosing Drake was precisely because he lacked magical knowledge—she was taking advantage of his ignorance.

After a long internal struggle, Drake finally made his decision.

"Your Majesty, I accept."

The power of the Blood God, and supreme authority—weren't those exactly what he had always dreamed of?

Now, it was right in front of him, within arm's reach. Drake had no reason to turn it down.

After joining the so-called Midnight Bruisers and observing for several days, he doubted that he could ever realize his ambitions with them—especially since Allen was anything but reliable.

"Congratulations on making the right choice."

Lilith took out a scroll and spread it open, writing the terms with magic.

The scroll floated over to Drake.

"Take a look—if you find nothing wrong, drop a single drop of blood."

Drake read through each clause carefully. Everything matched what had been agreed. Without hesitation, he dropped his blood onto it to seal the pact.

Lilith retrieved the scroll with satisfaction, nodding in approval.

But as she closed it, the characters on the scroll rearranged themselves—something only visible from her angle, not from Drake's.

…

Arkham Fortress.

The Midnight Bruisers returned after a night of action.

The group gathered around a round metal table, each reporting what they had discovered during the night.

"I picked up the scent of more vampires. Their numbers have increased tenfold," Russell said with a frown.

With his extraordinary sense of smell, he relied heavily on scent to track his targets.

When he realized the enemy numbers were abnormal, he stopped hunting pureblood nobles to avoid walking into a trap.

"In the past few days, the Talon Legion has been deliberately avoiding me," Orm said, sounding bored.

With his own strength alone, he had already sent over a hundred Talon warriors to Blackgate Prison. Now the entire Talon Legion steered clear of him.

He was practically their natural predator—engaging him head-on was suicide.

The Court of Owls had clearly recognized this problem and ordered their Talon warriors to stay far away from Orm.

"I fought Dracula a few times. If he didn't have magic or couldn't fly, I'd have caught him already," Drake boasted.

Immediately, all eyes turned to him.

They stared silently, no one willing to call out his bluff directly.

If Drake really could beat Dracula, the Count might've caught a cold from sleeping with his coffin lid open.

"Everyone has done great."

Allen spoke up to break the awkward tension. "Gotham hasn't descended into chaos—that's thanks to all of you."

"Unita."

"I'm here, Commander," the AI replied.

A holographic projection appeared beside Allen, handing him a document.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of the Joker, the Riddler, and the Penguin, and the three Robins, they had kidnapped more than eighty powerful elites. After using emotional appeals and reasoned persuasion, they managed to awaken their sense of justice. These elites voluntarily joined the comedy troupe in their mission to overthrow the Court of Owls' control over Gotham.

None of them wanted their dirty secrets exposed.

Social disgrace was one thing—they could live with that. But losing their wealth and power? That was too much to bear.

So they decisively turned to the path of justice.

"Give us your findings," Allen said.

The intelligence gathered from the eighty-plus elites was fed into Unita for analysis. By combining it with Gotham's city layout, data networks, and other factors, they extracted the crucial information they needed.

"Commander, according to the data analysis, there are two possible Blood God ritual sites. One is on the rooftop of Wayne Tower, the other is in the Gotham Museum of Antiquities. Both locations have suspicious transport records. Wayne Enterprises has been infiltrated by the Court of Owls, deliberately creating false leads to confuse us. As for the museum—it's a known property of the Court of Owls."

The matter of the Blood God didn't pose much of a threat in Allen's eyes—he had already defeated it once.

What mattered was how to seize the power.

"Tomorrow night, we'll destroy the ritual at Wayne Tower first, then take them all out at the museum."

Allen wasn't into playing cat-and-mouse games. He wanted to flush everyone into a single location.

"Any news on Batsy?" Allen asked.

He had always been fixated on Bruce's whereabouts, uncertain when the Dark Multiverse might descend.

"Sorry—still no leads."

Unita had hacked into Gotham's entire surveillance network and hadn't let up for even a moment. But still, Bruce remained unseen.

Meanwhile…

Through secret channels, the Court of Owls had already transported thirteen pureblood dukes—now all gathered in Gotham.

Staring at the sacrificial offerings lying in deep slumber, Dracula's eyes burned with unconcealed fanaticism.

With dukes as offerings, the power summoned from the Blood God would be unimaginably strong.

Dracula had even considered using a pureblood prince as a sacrifice—but quickly dismissed the idea as unrealistic.

"As agreed, we'll perform the ritual for you tomorrow night."