The heavy rain swept down and turned into a huge hand with a diameter of several kilometers, grabbing the black bats that covered the sky and the sun.
Russell glanced at the small group of bats that escaped and ignored them. He controlled the water flow and pulled Lucian and his group out alone.
The disgraced guys showed their palpitations for the rest of their lives, and there were too many black bats. If there weren't four hybrids with extremely strong melee abilities, there was a chance that they wouldn't be able to wait for Russell to arrive.
Anna and Wicken's faces were pale. The brother and sister were protected in the middle of the team. They felt that they were a hindrance and felt very uncomfortable.
Boom! !
There was another thunder, and Russell felt the buzzing of the human figure in his hand. He innocently said that he really couldn't blame him for being struck by lightning, he could only blame God, who had no moral integrity at all.
Looking down, Van Helsing had a look of despair on his face. Then he sneered and threw it towards the suspended stone bridge, hitting Anna directly in his arms.
The two of them fell into a rolling gourd. Van Helsing lay on top of Anna, and his trembling body suddenly stopped. The paralysis effect of thunder and lightning ended, but a second later, the guy trembled quickly, and he shook out his ghost image.
No one paid attention to the corner at the edge of the battlefield. The victim Anna screamed twice, slapped Van Helsing away, and stood up as if nothing had happened.
Van Helsing was very playful, and he continued to lie down to show that he didn't mean it. Some things he knew were sentimental, but if he pointed them out clearly, he was just being a hooligan.
He has lived for hundreds of years, and he has some knowledge of levels in this regard. He knows how to exercise discretion so that he can take advantage without making the other party resentful.
His sister was being seduced right under his nose, and The Weeknd didn't see it. For a sister-in-law, this is undoubtedly disqualifying. But he has not yet recovered from his narrow escape, and another big drama is unfolding in front of him, which is understandable.
Russell raised his hand in the air, his empty hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and his big hand transformed from rain clenched simultaneously. Water droplets splashed, and the black bat group was instantly crushed. Their flesh and blood merged with the rainwater, turning into a ball of smelly mud.
Russell looked at it with disgust, threw the dirty water into the abyss, and raised his hand to attract another curtain of water.
"Van Helsing, what were those bats just now? Have you seen Dracula?"
Russell landed on the waves, ignored the admiring looks of everyone, went directly to the body of Van Helsing, and lifted him up from the ground.
Van Helsing's mouth squinted and his eyes squinted, and he twitched occasionally. His acting skills were superb, as if the paralysis buff effect was still there.
Russell said quietly: "Answer quickly, otherwise it will thunder again!"
Van Helsing stood up straight with a whoosh: "Those bats are the incarnation of Dracula. The devil gave him the ability to split into thousands of bats. As long as one is still alive, he can be resurrected indefinitely."
"What a troublesome ability..."
Russell frowned slightly, he is another person who does not abide by the law of conservation of energy!
"If you think about it from another angle, the individual strength of the split is poor, so this trick is very average." Van Helsing is very open-minded. If it is a person, he can come and go as he pleases. No matter how many bats he has, he will not be able to defeat him.
"That's not what I meant..."
Russell said solemnly: "If he splits into a separate individual and hides it in a corner that no one knows, wouldn't it be impossible to kill him forever?"
Van Helsing frowned slightly, looked around cautiously, and quietly approached Russell: "Don't you forget that werewolves can kill Dracula, and your five werewolf brothers may become aces."
"They can't!"
Russell shook his head decisively. He had done research and found that the werewolves in the two worlds had no blood connections, and the five werewolf warriors did not have the werewolf virus that Dracula feared.
"Because the strength is too poor?"
Van Helsing was thoughtful. He had just captured a prisoner in the castle and obtained an important piece of information. Dracula had an antidote to the werewolf virus.
If... it's if, it's not true!
He was infected with the werewolf virus, and the werewolf he transformed into was definitely more powerful than Russell's five followers. After killing Dracula, he injected the antidote and turned back into a human. Wouldn't it be a perfect solution to the problem?
"on the one hand!"
Russell looked deeply at Van Helsing and said bluntly: "I know what you are thinking. Stop dreaming. There is no full moon to transform you tonight."
"Not necessarily. The weather can change at any time. It might get fine soon."
"Shut up!" Russell rolled his eyes. If it doesn't thunder or rain, the situation will only get worse!
The environment of the suspended stone bridge was dangerous, and there was an abyss beneath their feet. Everyone did not want to stay for a long time and ran quickly to the other side of the castle. With Frankenstein around, the initiative rests with them, and Dracula will come knocking.
Everyone moved along the suspended stone path and quickly ran to the tower on the other side of the frozen castle. Except for Russell, everyone hated the weather of thunder and rain.
Boom!
A bolt of thunder struck Russell, and several people around him consciously stepped back to a safe distance. They were already used to this scene.
Van Helsing at the front stopped and took the sword from Anna's hand. Russell looked forward and saw the gloomy Count Dracula standing at the end of the road.
With long black hair tied back, and a handsome yet majestic face, Dracula walked out of the tower with graceful steps, blocking the path he must pass.
"Van Helsing? Gabriel?"
Dracula sneered, recited the two names back and forth, and finally said meaningfully: "We are part of this game, but we are not competitors, but puppets manipulated by others..."
"You are burdened with a curse, and I am burdened with a curse. We can join forces and become comrades and companions, not necessarily enemies."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Dracula expressed his ambition. He was not willing to submit to others all the time. He wanted to become the king and the only one.
"Sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about."
Van Helsing had been waiting for death for more than four hundred years. He had no interest in Dracula's ambitions. He raised his sword upside down and charged. The tip of the sword rubbed against the ground, shooting out a series of sparks. When he got close, he calculated the distance and slashed the sword sharply. Dracula's head was chopped off neatly.
The headless body remained standing, while the head flying high turned into hundreds of black bats, knocking Van Helsing away hard.
The bats return, converging on the headless body, and once again become a head that retains its elegance.
"Gabriel, you saw it too, you can't kill me at all!"
After the words fell, Count Dracula's expression changed slightly. Thick water walls rose up on the left and right sides of the stone path. The huge spherical water curtain isolated the space and wrapped Dracula alone inside.
Wow!
As soon as the water curtain gained momentum, it was torn open by a pair of sharp claws. Dracula suffered a loss and instantly transformed into a 3-meter-tall humanoid bat and forced himself out.
After he came out, he glared at Russell fiercely: "Unfashionable priest, I swear I will drain your blood."
"You can try!"
Russell scanned the system personal panel and considered whether to use that skill card. 8)
