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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

"I don't want to hear your stories, I don't want to see your murals, tell us, how do you get out of this hellish place?" Yang Qun seemed to have lost his patience, and for some reason, he was very disgusted with the theory of ghosts and gods.

And he's tired of hearing countless versions of the war of the gods.

The priest shook his head.

"Maybe you should listen, kid."

It seems that there is no other choice at the moment, Yang Qun returned to his seat, in this case, let's listen to the version in your mouth.

"Later...... Some of the monsters have actually obtained the fruit of wisdom. ”

"They incarnate into even more terrifying beings."

"Those terrible beings have appeared one by one, but this time the enemy is even more difficult, they have the capital to fight against the gods, wisdom!"

Hearing this, Yang Qun frowned again.

There's no reason for that.

There's really no reason for that......

Although he had heard the story before, it was ...... Yang Qun had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of something.

A terrifying presence that suddenly appeared...... The monsters suddenly gained sanity.

Could it be those monsters...... Those zombies have come to their senses???

Thinking of this, Yang Qun couldn't help but slap a spirit.

Think about that fifth-order Desperate Corpse King, he definitely already has his own sanity!! And now in the last days, will there be zombies and monsters with sanity in other places? Like a vampire who suddenly appeared, a werewolf?

Or is it ...... Are vampires just high-level zombies?

The priest continued......

"Later, there was no way, people could only think of a ridiculous idea."

"Cultivate!!"

"Raise monsters!!"

"Raise a powerful human to become an evil monster, and then continue to feed him all kinds of flesh and blood powers...... Until it is cultivated into a monster with even something, and then it is guided ......"

"So, the first werewolf king of the human camp appeared, Alexander!!"

"At the same time, the vampire of the first human camp has also appeared, Dracula!!"

"Fight evil with evil."

"Use monsters against monsters."

"It's a very effective approach."

"Alexander and Dracula sent their own armies and eventually returned triumphantly."

"But Dracula betrayed."

"The reason is simple...... His wife heard the false information and thought that Dracula was dead, so she killed herself by slitting her neck that day. ”

"Martyrdom ......"

When Dracula returns to his palace, he discovers that his beloved wife is dead and full of hatred for humanity. Ultimately...... He betrayed. ”

Yang Qun squinted his eyes and recalled this story, this story, it was really ...... IT IS INTERESTING.

"But how did this space come about?" This is the focus of Yang Qun's concern, and he is really not interested in those old things. How to get out is the main topic.

"Get out? Can't get out!! Dracula was too powerful, and he gathered all the Holy Cult armies, plus the secret help of the Wolf King Alexander, and finally eliminated all of Dracula's forces. Finally, with the help of the Oriental Taoist priests, this space was created. ”

"Unless Dracula is destroyed, this space will not disappear."

Yang Qun jumped up directly.

Can't get out!!

I can't even get out!!

Eliminating Dracula, is that easy? Yang Qun has already learned about Dracula's difficulties, and no one can kill Dracula under the shadows. He possesses the terrifying ability of infinite rebirth.

"But I've killed him three times." Yang Qun said helplessly.

The priest looked at Yang Qun in shock.

Kill Dracula three times!!

This young man in front of you?

Even Dracula's doppelganger has enough fifth-order strength to kill him 3 times, this young man...... Could it really be a messenger sent by God?

Thinking of this, the priest set his eyes on Nightfall.

The breath of Alexander.

Although Alexander the Wolf King was also called a heretic by the Holy Cult, it did help them secretly, otherwise the war with the Bloods would never have stopped.

Is it really a coincidence that these two people appeared at the same time? Perhaps, they are the last resort against Dracula, who betrayed humanity.

Perhaps this is the will of the all-pervading God......

Thinking of this, the priest once again showed a kind gaze.

"I'm afraid you're killing Dracula's clone in the Scarlet Manor. The clone contained only a fraction of Dracula's blood. ”

Doppelganger? The power of the fifth order is just a clone?

"His true body, I'm afraid it's hidden in the shadows."

"Only by going deep into the shadows, finding his true body, and piercing his heart, will you really kill him!!" The priest continued, and when he said that he had killed him, Yang Qun felt a hint of something strange.

**？

Why does the righteous and selfless wise man, as the spokesman of God, appear so distorted?

What's going on......

Yang Qun silently kept this incident in his heart and did not show any reaction. He is not a fool, and he will not be used as a spearhead for no reason.

A doppelganger can have fifth-order strength.

So how strong can his true body be?

Yang Qun could vaguely feel the boundless blood energy in the shadows, under the gathering of such powerful energy, how strong was Dracula's strength?

Not to mention...... It seems that the entire blood-colored grassland belongs to this powerful creature. If all the blood in the grassland can be absorbed...... Plus the power in that blood-colored river...... How strong is Dracula really? Unthinkable!! Such a powerful ancient creature that can be killed by itself?

If they could kill themselves, they wouldn't have to go to great lengths to seal Dracula here.

This guy, not being honest, must have something to hide and not say.

"Warriors, maybe you should get some rest." The priest clapped his palms, and a holy army came to the priest's side, and the priest whispered a few words in his ear, and the holy army nodded again and again, and quickly left the place.

……

In the grassland, a faint fire ignited, and the Holy Sect Army slaughtered the two sheep with an unhappy face.

It is inconceivable that two lambs were slaughtered for the sake of these infidels!!

The smell of meat wafted on the grassland, and everyone sang and laughed around the bonfire, but when people looked at Yang Qun and a few people, it would become quite unkind.

"I won't die sitting with werewolves." The leader of the Holy Cult, Malak, sat diagonally across from Nightfall with a look of disgust, his face full of irritation.

At this time, the priest appeared out of place.

"Macock, you should make a toast to the Warriors."

Malcock jumped to his feet.

"Toast? To that smelling werewolf? ”

The priest nodded.

"Yes, you have to toast these warriors, as the leader of the Holy Cult Army, this is what you must do."

"This is what an angel of God should do."

The priest added one last sentence, and Malcock sighed twice, picked up a large glass of wheat beer, and came to Yang Qun and the others.

"Now, to you."

Malcock raised his glass, but Nightshade ignored him, glanced at him, put it down, and tore at the delicious mutton. In the last days, this pure fresh mutton is very rare.

"You ......" Malcock's hand hung in mid-air, blushing, and finally he drank it himself. Breathlessly, he returned to his place.

"Priest!! Satisfied? ”

"Well, satisfied......"

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