Chapter 292 Dracula Von Bismark!

Patriarch Peter continued, yelling: "Blood Strike!"

Bang!

With a loud banging explosion, the spherical lotus leaves' coffin was shattered, revealing Peter in a thick pool of blood.

His blood wings flapped rapidly and the next thing, he appeared just beside Bobby and punched him in his chest.

Bobby blocked it with his hands. But the power within the punch was so strong that with a loud bang, he was flung away in the sky in a straight trajectory.

Bobby groaned in pain as both of his hands' bones were curved inward, breaking as his body took flight in the air.

Within a second, both his vampiric and werewolf bloodline churned inside his body and his hands returned to normal, healing instantaneously.

Just when he steadied his balance in the air, out of nowhere, the great vampire appeared and started punching all over his body and sometimes kicking.

Bobby became the punching, as he didn't have even a chance to shift the momentum of their fight. He howled in pain amidst the non-stop attack from Peter. And at last, with another long war cry, Peter kicked him down.

The kick sent him down onto the island as his body struck several obstacles; trees, edges of mountains, and whatnot. And finally, he crashed into the top hollow region of the white volcanic mountain.

The Great vampire floated down, landing on the edge of the mountain.

Looking down into the deep hole and feeling the simmering hot red liquid lava, Peter Carver shouted, "Kiddo, I know you are still alive down there. Can we now call this my win?"

A dark blurry figure leaped above swiftly and kicked on his head. Peter blocked it by covering his body with the pair of his blood wings instinctively.

Bam!

Still, the force within it was so strong that he was flung backward in the air for a couple of arm spans.

Peter floated in the air and looked down to see a strange humanoid creature with a pair of long greenhorns, a swarthy skin tone, and a couple of penetrative golden beastly eyes. Yes, this was Bobby's Satanic Form manifestation!

"Aahh! What are you? A devil?... Oh, no, your consciousness must have been consumed by Satan!" Peter said, recollecting that their source of bloodline power was a drop of Great Satan's blood.

"Yesss, I'm the Devil himself, not consumed!" Bobby spoke in a raspy tone. "So now, old man, it's my time to beat the shite out of you,"

His bare foot took a step forward and with a torrent of wind, his body zoomed and gave a high kick, aiming for the vampire's neck.

Peter tried blocking with his hands again, but just like before, he was forced backward. Bobby didn't give him the chance as he appeared in front of him and started punching and kicking the poor vampire this time. And this went on and on.

Meanwhile, at that time, somewhere not far away from that island deep underwater in an ocean, there was a handsome-looking youth with silver straight hair inside a cave. Mysteriously, the water didn't flow inside that cave, unlike other adjacent sea burrows filled with water.

The interior of the cave was lit well and everything was decorated lavishly like some premium-level hotel rooms.

He was currently sitting on a marble slab stone seat as he glanced at the wall, l watching the scene of Bobby and Peter Carver fighting.

But when he saw Bobby's Satanification form, he shrieked, "What the freaking hell?! It was exactly as priestess mother Phoebe warned us that day. I should end this thing before it causes further damage." Then he stood up.

Just as he was about to leave the underwater cave, a spatial fluctuation occurred inside and another Handsome youth wearing torn-up clothes came out through the spatial tear and soon the mended itself.

"Long time no see, Dracula! Where are you planning to leave, ending your long ascetic recluse?" he asked.

"Not a good time, Noah Darhk!" Dracula Von Bismarck said. Still, he was planning to leave while pointing his hand toward the screen on the wall. "See that thing? I'm planning to take it down. Give me a hand, little brother, it's the Devil, mother warned us. Who knows what it is capable of?"

"About that. We need to have some serious talk. Have a seat first. It's been too long, we brothers haven't drunk together. And I bring my strongest and the finest drink." Noah sat on the chair, took a red wine bottle out of nowhere, and placed it on the table with a thudding sound.

"As much as I wish to reconnect with you, little brother. But, I don't think it's the right time." Dracula said and tried to teleport out of the cave.

But an invisible spatial covered him, disrupting his mini teleportation array.

"I insist. Now sit!" Noah Darhk spoke with a heavy voice.

Dracula looked at his face and seeing his seriousness and also considering his tone, he sat on a chair around the portable roundtable, facing Noah.

"Alright, I apologize for my tone!" Noah said in an easygoing way while a bright smile plastered on his face. Then, he filled the two wine glasses and passed one to Dracula.

Dracula drank up in one fell swoop and asked with a super-cautious tone, "Little Brother, why are you stopping me? That fight above on that volcanic island has something to do with you?"

Noah took a sip of the wine and replied, "I assure you, the fight above has nothing to do with me. Considering the bonds between us six brothers and sisters, why would I break our oaths? And coming to your first question."

He took another sip of the wine and continued, "A few days ago, I met him in Los Samaritan City. As you know, I have been in seclusion for centuries. After waking up, I was so fucking bored and invited him for a chess match. But the match turned to two, then to four, and we kept playing for Ten Games. Supposedly, he raised a bet in the 10th game and I lost. And here I'm looking for a drinking partner to kill my boredom."