Dracula's science laboratory was set up in the tower of the frozen castle. In order to resurrect countless descendants, he racked his brains and spent countless efforts to figure it out.
Three days ago, the werewolf was killed in Transphenia. Immediately afterwards, the three vampire brides who went to inquire about the truth also died.
In anger, Dracula went to Transphenia in person. Unexpectedly, he encountered the most important wedge in the experiment-Frankenstein.
Frankenstein is very important to Dracula, so important that to get Frankenstein, all sacrifices are worth it, and the revenge against his wife is naturally postponed for the time being.
Dracula is an immortal who signed a contract with the devil to obtain eternal life. Without natural death, there will be no natural life. Therefore, it is impossible for him to give birth to offspring according to normal reproduction methods.
Frankenstein is different. The life created by man is free from the rules set by God. By introducing electric current into Frankenstein's body, and then passing his life force into countless descendants, the transformation from death to life can be completed.
Obviously, Russell didn't grasp the key when watching the movie, thinking that lightning was the focus of resurrection, and Frankenstein... was just a rough-skinned and thick-bodied transformer who could withstand a few more lightning strikes.
In the laboratory, countless dwarves loyal to Dracula were busy manipulating complex and bloated but extremely precise instruments to channel Frankenstein's vitality into the green chrysalis scattered throughout the castle.
Count Dracula stood in the center of the laboratory. From a human aesthetic point of view, he was undoubtedly a handsome man. He was dressed in a black dress, elegant, and had the calmness of a superior, and he was extremely lethal to women.
But tonight, all his elegance was gone. His century-old wish was about to come true, and he couldn't help but smile crazily.
Resurrecting the descendant's bloodline is only the first step. The newborn vampire's strength is average and far from satisfying his ambitions. Only by continuously sucking blood can he evolve into an invincible army that conquers the world.
Dracula has already planned. The first place of prey is Transphenia, first to avenge the three vampire brides, and then to sweep through Romania, and finally Europe and the whole world.
Boom! !
The irritating sound of thunder in the past sounded particularly pleasant today. Dracula picked up the red wine glass on the side and waited for the resurrection of his army with a smile.
After a while, he realized something was wrong. Why was there thunder but no call?
The dwarves checked the machines and lines and found no problems. Lightning was indeed bombarding the tower. If there was any problem, the only possibility was the lightning rod on the tower.
"You're a bunch of trash, fix the fault quickly!"
After hearing the report of the dwarf craftsman, Dracula's face instantly turned cold. He looked up at Frankenstein in the sky. As long as the man was still there, nothing would be a problem.
It only takes five minutes to repair a lightning rod, and he can afford to wait.
The dwarves looked at each other several times and all remained silent. They went to repair lightning rods on a thundery and rainy day, and their little arms and legs turned to dust in no time.
"snort!"
Dracula snorted coldly, and a pair of pale bat wings grew out of his back, smashing the window and rushing into the heavy rain.
…
Top of the tower!
Strong wind, heavy rain, lightning, two people.
Russell stared at Frankenstein with bright eyes, and suddenly realized that in this world mission, Frankenstein was the most valuable thing to him.
He looked down upon the blood of vampires and werewolves, and even disliked them a little.
Angel's bloodline is indeed very noble, but he has no connections. Looking at Van Helsing's relative strength, we know that the possibility of getting some benefit from his bloodline is basically zero.
That leaves only Frankenstein, a creature made out of nothing that can arouse the desire to study just by listening to it!
Frankenstein trembled at the sight, and a mysterious man suddenly ran out in the heavy rain. When he first saw Father Russell dressed up, he thought it was God sending someone to save him.
Unexpectedly, Russell stood straight on the spot, and the lightning falling from the clouds ignored the lightning rod and struck at him.
Well, this can be considered a change of direction to save people!
but……
Even if you don't untie him from the iron frame, why are his eyes so penetrating that they are all shining!
The two stared at each other. Russell was afraid of disturbing the situation, so he left Frankenstein alone. He was waiting for Van Helsing to entangle Dracula, then secretly attack Dracula to steal his head, and end the battle with one hundred thousand volts.
The thunder accumulated in his body was about to burst. Russell estimated that he had a million volts. To put it simply, it was safe!
"Ho ho ho!!"
"Dracula!"
A roar sounded from behind, followed by Frankenstein's scream filled with fear.
The moment Russell turned around, the sixth sense warned that a crisis was coming. Count Dracula flapped his wings and turned into a black shadow, and five black claws pierced down like steel blades.
Then……
The sky-covering water curtain rose out of thin air, and Dracula's eyes were blurred. Endless rain came from all directions, forming a giant water ball. As the rain gathered more and more, the water pressure became more and more terrifying, so much so that the speed of his advance slowed down.
Only then did Russell turn around, his eyes filled with blue light, piercing into the water polo to see Dracula's face clearly.
Very...
Pooh!
The old man has a straight black comb, which is too feminine; he has thin eyebrows, long eyes and pointed chin, and his face is insidious; his eyes are fierce and bloodthirsty, and he must be a cold-blooded person with a vicious heart...
All in all, this face is nothing interesting.
In the water ball, Count Dracula was looked up and down by Russell. He noticed the malicious sight and immediately roared.
The sound wave trembled, and the water ball instantly created a wave of ripples. The fangs in his mouth opened, and his body expanded and burst through the black dress, transforming into a giant humanoid bat with a height of more than 3 meters.
After the transformation, Count Dracula's strength surged. He flapped his wings and flapped the water curtain. The increased water pressure was like nothing. He pierced and swam instantly, opened his claws and pounced towards Russell.
"How ugly!"
Russell took a breath. Dracula's power was a little too strong. He closed his hands with claws in front of his chest and slowly tightened the pressure.
Following his movements, rain rolled in all over the sky, and the size of the water ball did not increase, but instead shrunk step by step. The surface is sunken and twisted, shapeless, and the deep pits are embedded one after another, as if someone had punched them multiple times from the air.
The momentum of Dracula's charge stopped again, and his limbs and chest, including the outstretched bat wings, twisted together under the huge pressure. His arms were broken, his chest collapsed, and a pair of wings were directly crushed by the heavy pressure. He opened his mouth and vomited blood, but the black blood strangely shrank into a ball.
The pressure inside the water balloon was enough to knead the steel into dough. Russell's hands were trembling, and the pressure exerted had reached the zero point. Looking at Gudela who was barely breathing, he felt cruel in his heart and struggled to put his hands together.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the inside of the giant water ball exploded black. Dracula's flesh, flesh and bones were crushed into pieces, and the water ball could not maintain its shape. Under the pressure of the reaction force, it exploded in all directions like a cannonball with a fuse lit. open.
Kill him while he's sick!
Russell didn't know if Dracula was still alive, but there was no mistake in being careful, and last-hitting was a virtue.
Besides, he couldn't do it without replenishing it. If the thunder and lightning inside his body didn't vent out, it would burst him.
Crackling!
Russell's arcs of electricity swam around his body, his hands reached into the splashing water curtain, and he discharged at full power, releasing the accumulated thunder and lightning in one breath.
Shrouded in boundless darkness, a dazzling white ball of light suddenly bloomed over the castle. The strong light pierced the dark clouds and illuminated half of the sky into daylight.
