Van Helsing's trumpet is Gabriel, the left hand of God, one of the four archangels, responsible for the vigilance of the entire heaven. Brave and resourceful, it is a symbol of 'wisdom' in the Bible, and its status is second only to the number one double stick Michael... and the second number two double stick Raphael.
It is unlikely that a boss of this level would come to the world directly, so Van Helsing's tuba is more likely to be the incarnation of a trace of will.
But a trace of will is also the boss's will. Whether his leg hair should be thicker or thicker, or what he wants to do, Russell can't guess, and he won't waste his brain cells to think too much.
Archangel Gabriel attacks the Gate of Hell. No matter what the outcome is, he will bear the blame.
The panicked white light illuminated the room brightly. The people behind Russell, except for Anna and the Wiccan brothers and sisters, were all dark creatures. They were all crying out in pain when bathed in the holy light.
Traces of black threads emerged from the pores, and disappeared completely when illuminated by white light. Lucien and the others collapsed to the ground, and their moans gradually became smaller. Russell knew in his heart that if he didn't leave, these young men would be purified by the holy light. He immediately released all the water vapor in the robes, and the water droplets formed a line, wrapping around their waists and abdomens like octopuses.
Just when Russell turned around and was about to leave, Count Dracula, who had fallen to the ground and stretched out his body, got up. Half of his head was replaced by the holy light. When he saw Gabriel taking action against the Gate of Hell, he immediately cursed and violently launched an attack. .
Gabriel's face was expressionless, as if he had not sensed the sneak attack from behind, and his hands holding the sword were motionless.
Dracula screamed when he saw this, and five sharp claws popped out, stabbing directly into his back and heart.
The Holy Light blooms!
In the endless brilliance, one can vaguely hear the sound of bells and chants, and even with a bit of imagination, one can still imagine the figure of an angel flapping its wings.
Dracula let out a heart-rending scream, and his tall body was shrouded in light, like a river bank made of sand. From the bat wings, limbs, to the head and trunk, it collapsed and evaporated little by little.
Hearing the screams made Russell feel happy physically and mentally. He suppressed laughter and saw that his men were almost out of smoke. He immediately rolled up the water and flew out of the channel.
The moment Russell left, Dracula finally couldn't hold on any longer. His body collapsed and he couldn't hold on. A black bat flew out of his heart, screaming miserably as he flew toward the vent.
Suddenly, a stream of water rolled up and entangled the bat.
Bang!
The screams stopped suddenly!
Russell didn't know that he had killed Dracula. Firstly, there was no prompt from the system, and secondly, Dracula had not been completely dead for a long time, and he did not expect that he could kill the opponent by disgusting him.
He hurriedly led a few people all the way out of the castle underground. He was not able to stop until he was in the rain.
A thunderclap struck him, his whole body felt numb, and Russell calmed down again. As long as the thunder and heavy rain are still there, no matter what happens, he will have the capital to deal with it.
Rumble————
A beam of light shot straight into the sky, penetrated the dark clouds and reached the sky, and penetrated deep into the earth to shake the gate of hell.
In a trance, there was an angel with wings on his back, holding up the sword of judgment and stabbing it down.
The screams of Lucien and the others became even louder. Russell raised his hand and rolled up the water curtain to protect them, then turned his hand and sent them thousands of meters away.
At this time, the ground shook, the huge ice castle collapsed, and the majestic mountain peak began to break from the mountainside, falling into the endless abyss with a roaring sound of breaking through the air.
Russell's eyelids twitched. The world mission was useless again. Where should we look for clues next?
Russell didn't care much about the door to hell or what Gabriel was thinking. As long as he didn't push the door open, whether the rest was good or bad was not as important as the world mission.
boom! !
There was another loud noise, and billowing black smoke rushed into the sky from the mountainside. The rich dark energy emitted and turned into a huge palm that covered the sky and the sun.
The palm was just a phantom outline, and the smoke column was like an arm, but Russell didn't dare to underestimate this arm. The terrifying energy contained in it was enough to change the day, and even if it didn't work, it could level the mountain range.
The giant palm reached into the sky, smashed the invisible angel, and then fell suddenly, hitting the ground hard.
A mountain peak was flattened, the shock wave spread, the ground rippled like a tide, and the infinite momentum spread in all directions. In an instant, mountains were torn apart, rivers were rerouted, and horrific earthquakes crumpled the mountainous areas into a ball of waste paper, arbitrarily changing them into new landforms.
However, all this is just a casual blow, and the real owner has not yet appeared.
Russell looked at the devastation between the sky and the earth, and then looked at the sparse rain, secretly nodded and praised, then turned around and ran away.
In mid-air, the sword-wielding angel appeared again, raising his sword high to cut off the dark arm, causing it to dissipate into black mist.
With one successful blow, the angel holding the sword lifted up the light into the sky. The beam of light split into four and shot in four directions, turning into four sharp swords to guard the four directions.
A sharp sword fell to the ground, the sword edge sank into the earth, and the light curtains connected with each other to form a huge square barrier.
Russell: "..."
The light was flowing in front of him, and he was only one step away from him. He just accelerated a little and escaped.
The water flow picked up a stone. After hitting the barrier, the stone shattered and was assimilated into white powder, which disappeared with the wind.
Unable to break through forcefully, and outsmarting him with his IQ, Russell landed on the ground, dug a hole and squatted in it.
Now that the matter has come to this, we can only let the cat die first!
In the broken mountains in the distance, half of the black smoke pillars shrank, revealing a bottomless black cavity. Traces of black mist rose, twisting the air and making it impossible to see the inner scenery clearly.
Soon, a handsome man in black robes floated out of the dark cavity. The man's figure was slender and slender, giving people a weird and false impression of being weak but invincible. His long black hair was tied behind his back, and he had the same appearance as Van Helsing's large number. Dark golden eyes.
【Ding】
[The host contacts the plot character Asmodeus (a clone projection), triggers the lottery link, and gets three lottery opportunities. Do you want to draw now? 】
Who is Asmodeus?
Russell had never heard of this name, but it did not affect his understanding that this was a big shot, and he decisively opened the three draws.
[Character Card: Asmodeus·Clone Projection (Fallen Angel, Demon God, King of Hell)]
[Skill Card: Stigma (engraved with the purest angelic power)]
[Skill card: Dark projection (will is the clone, will is the self)]
Russell: "..."
It looks so powerful, but why would a fallen angel and the king of hell have the purest angelic power? Is it Erwuzi?
Russell shook his head to dispel the desire to complain. Western mythical characters always make people confused, especially the angels and devils in the Bible. There is no point in delving into this. He only knows that this lottery will make a lot of money, and this character card alone will make a lot of money.
Asmodeus floated in the air, stretched, and showed a bright smile: "Gabriel, a familiar name, why not Raphael?"
