The story of Count Dracula is widely circulated, and although it is dirty water poured by the enemy, it sounds very immersive.

Legend has it that Count Dracula was a powerful knight who led the believers of the Lord to defeat the infidels on the battlefield again and again, and was extremely devout in his belief in the Lord.

His prestige terrified his enemies, but it also attracted all kinds of tricks and frames.

During an expedition, Count Dracula's wife was deceived by the enemy's clever words and mistakenly believed that her husband had been killed in battle, and committed suicide in grief.

According to the doctrine, a person who commits suicide is desecrated and is not eligible to enter heaven, but only to hell.

Count Dracula fought all his life for the Lord, while his wife was thrown into hell, and for the sake of his love, he willingly fell and made a pact with the devil.

The man who incarnated as the son of darkness turned his back on God's faith and surrendered to the devil, not for power and honor, but for the protection of his love.

From a modern perspective, Count Dracula is a pure man, just as admirable as someone who dares to jerk off on the Empire State Building for his beloved woman!

But in the world of Van Helsing, Count Dracula is not a tragic hero, nor does he deserve sympathy, he is a complete devil's minions, trying to corrupt the whole world with darkness.

The most disdainful thing is that he actually has three wives, and they are all beautiful.

It's shameless!

The three vampire brides, Winona, Elila and Marika, are outstanding, vicious, and femme fatales.

Winona regarded Serena as Princess Anna, who was beheaded for underestimating the enemy, and was completely cold, and the other two brides were in a terrible situation at this time.

The vampire bride Alila was hit by an ultraviolet bullet and fell from the sky into the house, and finally recovered, and as soon as she walked out of the cabin, she was surrounded by Michael with five werewolf soldiers.

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole, Alila looked awe-inspiring, she had tasted the power of ultraviolet bullets, and she didn't dare to take it lightly, and immediately transformed into a batwing banshee.

"Fire!"

Clusters of flames bloomed, and the werewolf soldiers were forced to stop pulling the trigger before they finished firing their magazines.

Alila fluttered her wings and flew high with speed that even the werewolf soldiers' eyes could not keep up, and after dodging the hail of bullets, she swooped down and teleported between the werewolf soldiers.

With a wave of claws, the bat's wings swept through, and in just one breath, the five werewolf soldiers broke their hands and feet, collapsed their chests, and fell out in all directions under the impact of powerful force.

If it was an ordinary person, this kind of injury would basically be dead, and Alila felt the same way, the lingering dark smell on the werewolf was subconsciously ignored by her, and it was normal for the exorcist to have a little commotion on him.

Looking at the last person in the field, that is, Michael, Alila was charming, and a trace of intoxication flashed in her eyes: "Handsome boy, your blood must be extremely sweet." ”

Sensing that Alila wanted to sleep on herself, Michael suddenly became vigilant and said with a straight face: "I'm sorry, I already have someone I like, and only she can taste my blood." ”

"Hmph, this can't help you!"

Ellila screamed, flapped her wings and rushed towards Michael, and the white phantom streaked through the erratic path, and when it reappeared, it was already behind Michael.

Alila clasped her hands around Michael's shoulders and opened her fangs at the arteries in his neck, the beautiful and handsome man had a fatal temptation for her, and because of Goodra's strength, she didn't dare to betray and cheat, but sucking the other party's blood could also give her pleasure.

However, as soon as Ellila was about to put her mouth down, she noticed that something was wrong, and Michael's skin suddenly turned blue, and the muscles in her shoulders swelled twice.

Mutated creatures of darkness!

Elila's heart was shocked, and she put away her fangs and retreated.

It's late!

With his hands on his back, Michael's arm muscles were angular like a stone statue carved by a knife and axe, and he grabbed Alila's head and threw her over-the-shoulder, slamming it to the ground.

There was a muffled sound, and a large crater sank into the muddy ground, and Alila's body bounced up and fell again, throwing up her head and vomiting blood. At a second look, there was a blue-skinned monster with a blue face and fangs in front of him, and there was no handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Roar, roar!!"

With a roar, Michael grabbed Alila's batwing wings and tore them down.

He knew that he lacked combat experience, and he usually fought against the enemy with Serena and Lucien, and he took the initiative to assume the auxiliary role of the meat shield, that is, to fight, and today he faced the enemy alone, and he would not let the other party leave easily.

Young people don't know routines, and there are not many tricks when fighting, but they have the strength to get close to a Wang Ba punch, and they can still defeat strong enemies repeatedly, and this is probably what it means to kill the master with random punches.

To put it simply, just be reckless!

Alila was pressed to the ground by two large hands, and her wings were violently torn off, causing her to scream in pain. In the next second, countless fist shadows shone on her head, like rapid-fire machine gun bullets, smashing dented fist prints on her head, chest and abdomen.

The powerful force made Alila short of breath for a while, her chest was sunken and she couldn't breathe, and her body was blasted into the ground by a huge brute force.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ————

Michael didn't give up, his arms swinging faster and faster like a machine, his sharp fists crushing the flesh and blood, and he didn't care about the dirty blood all over his body.

Alila's chest, abdomen, and head were beaten to pulp, leaving only her limbs intact, and the free dark matter gathered to make up for the wounds she had suffered, and mend the broken body bit by bit.

Seeing this, Michael roared, and the ghosts that fell with his fist became one piece, destroying them like a hydraulic press, and the speed of destruction instantly exceeded the speed at which Arila healed herself.

After a few moments, Michael gasped and withdrew his hands, his arms numb and numb, and beneath him, flesh and sludge were indistinguishable.

A black mist rises, and the second vampire bride is brutally beaten to death by the fledgling Michael.

Of the three vampire brides, two have died so far, Winona is due to her own negligence, and Alila is ...... Well, dig into the reason, or because of carelessness that led to the tragic death.

The Last Vampire Bride, Marika......

Luckily, she repaired the wounds caused by the ultraviolet bullets, flapped her wings and rushed into the castle, sniffing the scent of people and finding three alien ...... Exorcist.

A fake priest who doesn't look like a good person, a charming, and a middle-aged strong man with a servile face.

It's not enough to kill!

Marika grinned, "Outsider, welcome to Transesphenia, I greet you on behalf of the owner here, Count Dracula, now...... Pay the price for your hubris! ”

"It's ugly......"

Russell tilted his head and looked at Marika, the head of the beautiful woman was attached to the monster, and she was a bit like Marcus, but she didn't know if Count Dracula was the creator of the vampire in the [Tales of the Night] world.

"My lord, is this just killing or staying?"

Amelia lowered her head and blew in Russell's ear, claiming that she was a different person and did not want to participate in the fight, but only told her that Marika had just scolded her.

"Kill it!"

Russell also frowned slightly, and the priest's instinct told him that Marika was scolding him just now.

Anyway, there are three vampire brides, killing one and two more, it's not a big problem.

"Do your bidding!"

Amelia pulled out the knight's sword from the casket, glared at Russell's dogleg Lucian with cold eyes, and walked towards Marika with a swaying waist.

Stinky smashed!

Looking at Amelia in a coated manner, a look of jealousy flashed in Marika's eyes, and she grabbed her face with a wave of her claws......