Breaking the wings born from the back, bringing out a rain of blood, swaying all over the laboratory, the tragic situation is like a ruthless slaughterhouse.

Dracula's consciousness temporarily occupied Song Jing's body, and he used his clawed left hand to violently tear off the two test tubes that were still injecting, and then put his fingers together into a sharp blade, stuffing the test tubes into his stomach, and finally crushing them fiercely.

The glass test tube shattered, and the source blood and factors inside immediately followed instinct like a thirsty virus, quickly spreading around the body.

The bloodstained glass slag was gradually squeezed out of the wound in the stomach, and the source blood continued to bring majestic power, Song Jing's body seemed to be filled, and the whole body began to become extremely strong.

"Not enough..."Dracula shook his head as he looked at the storage tank next to him, which was full of blood, and then grinned, flapped his wings, and pounced on the storage tank on the right.

Leaping into the air, his hands condensed thick and sharp cone-shaped ice for a short time, and as a weapon, he easily opened the storage tank, and his body crashed into it, drowning in a lot of blood, and the X-shaped opening outside the storage tank poured out a huge amount of blood at this time.

"Yes, boy, it's innocent virgin blood... How sweet..."

Dracula greedily drew blood, and his flesh began to transform more and more into his pre-death body, with a body of nearly three meters, sharp bat ears, and a hideous bat-like face.

"How long has it been since I was killed by Gabriel? Let me take a look? ”

Dracula's consciousness gradually sank into the depths of his heart, where Dracula's own complicated memories poured into Song Jing like a tidal wave, constantly trying to assimilate him.

Under this attack, Song Jing locked his inner self-awareness, that is, who I was, and constantly recalled his past to remind him of his situation, so that Dracula's memories were like a cloud of smoke, preventing himself from falling into Dracula's consciousness and never returning to himself.

Dracula, who looked like a humanoid aristocratic attire, floated in the sea of consciousness, looking at Song Jing wrapped in a white barrier, gritted his teeth and said:

"Damn! I didn't expect that power, strength, and beauty have not yet sunk you, but how long can you hold on? ”

In the luxurious hall, a banquet of Western aristocrats is being held, and the circus members who are responsible for rendering the atmosphere and amusing them, some flying in the air, some spitting flames, and the nobles are chatting happily with each other, and Song Jing in grand dress is surrounded by the aristocratic crowd.

A middle-aged nobleman raised his glass to drink with Song Jing, and said with a smile: "Song Qing, worthy of the name of the god of war, this time to defeat the invading Ottomans, you can finally enjoy the long-lost peace!" ”

Song Jing chuckled and shook his head, instinctively humbly said, "Even if it is a great achievement, how can it be compared to God!" Only God is worthy of God's name! ”

Although Song Jing couldn't remember his name, he seemed to be a very prestigious old man who also flattered:

"Hahaha, don't be modest, save Song Qing, who has suffered from the war, and enjoy this reputation is well-deserved. The reputation of the Piercing Gong really scared the Ottomans! ”

"Hahaha"

"Yes, this time..."

The surrounding crowd immediately responded and kept flooding Song Jing with words of praise.

'Have I ever done such a thing?' As soon as Song Jing had a slight doubt in his heart, the crowd that had just been flattering immediately separated from each other, and a smiling lady came into view.

"Wendy?" Song Jing said suspiciously, that person was Wendy, wearing a long tunic skirt, wearing white lace gloves, and holding a small wine glass in front of him, Song Jing was about to recall the two things.

Smack-

The middle-aged nobleman at the beginning patted Song Jing's shoulder slightly, and said with a smile: "Song Qing, what are you doing in a daze, beauty, let's talk to Princess Elizabeth!" ”

"yes!"

The surrounding people echoed for a while, and kept reaching out to push Song Jing in front of this Wendy.

"That..."

Song Jing had a headache, vaguely feeling that something was wrong there, but he couldn't say it.

"Duke, you weren't like this before..."

Wendy smiled, this moment made Song Jing feel as if she was in a country of gardens, and her body and mind were comfortable.

While joking, Song Jing's mind turned, and he immediately shifted the responsibility for the slow reaction just now to the smiling crowd next to him.

"Really? It's just that these people kept talking about my nickname just now, and I hope it won't scare you. ”

Wendy covered her mouth and smiled, and said what she thought.

"No, how could I be frightened, no matter how cruel the name is, it is the duke who defends the people, and he has to do it as a last resort!"

In this way, Song Jing, under the flattery of the nobles and Wendy's understanding, enjoyed the pleasure of victory, and in the following years, Song Jing worked hard to eliminate the opposition of domestic trouble; develop the economy and create a better life for the people under its rule; At all times, the heart is attached to God, and the dogma of the church is followed; Raise your army to defend against the Ottoman invasion.

Time passed, Song Jing finally entered the palace of marriage with Wendy, who had the reputation of a saint, and soon Wendy became pregnant, but news suddenly came from the border, and the remnants of the opposition in collusion with the Ottoman Empire invaded again, and Song Jing had to wave goodbye to Wendy and meet the enemy.

At the edge of the city, when Song Jing set off, the pregnant Wendy came to see him off, kissed Song Jing's forehead without armor, and said softly: "May God bless you to return safely this time, this time you die, I don't want to live alone!" ”

Song Jing half-knelt down, stroked Wendy's belly, and with the delivery conditions of the current era, he said without hesitation:

"No, as long as God bless you mother and son safely!"

Wendy smiled dumbly: "Fool, you are a dignified duke, the ruler here"

Song Jing got up and took the helmet handed over by his own soldiers, and said with a smile: "You too, my duchess!" ”

The army set off, and Song Jing's cavalry was outside the wilderness of the city, with a cold glint in his eyes, and this time all threats must be eliminated.

This time, the Ottoman Empire was menacing, but Song Jing still relied on elite soldiers, immortal strategies, and impregnable walls to resist, and began to fall into a protracted tug-of-war.

In the end, the Ottoman Empire withdrew under logistical pressure, and Song Jing's Romania was victorious.

The victorious army triumphed, but an urgent piece of information crushed Song Jing's tenacious will.

"How so?"

Song Jing kept shedding tears, holding the information in his hands and trembling, and his heart was even more painful.

[Ottoman spies spread rumors that the duke died in battle, and the countess committed suicide and martyrdom]

"Ahhh

Song Jing roared uncontrollably, "These ugly and disgusting people..."

He looked up like a wild dog in his heart, and pleaded with God:

"O God, I humbly beg to let my beloved go to heaven..."

In the dark, the words of the supreme being resounded in Song Jing's mind:

"Those who commit suicide cannot go to heaven, no!"

Thick blood squeezed out of his tear-filled eyes, and Song Jing looked at the sky and roared:

"God, why am I so religious!"

"What have I been serving all these years for! Why not bless my loved ones! ”

"God, I curse you!"

"They will fall off the altar of God, and they will be spurned by the world!"

The ground next to him suddenly cracked into bottomless cracks, spewing hot magma, and a pair of huge fire-breathing eyes looked at the painful Song Jing, who hummed and said: "Come, Dracula, make a pact with me Satan, come to hell to serve me, and I will give you the strength to resist God!" ”

'Sign, sign, write your name, Dracula-'

Very seductive words surrounded Song Jing's ears, as if as long as he signed his name, he could achieve what he wanted.

Song Jing suddenly sneered, looked at the fire-breathing eyes below, and smiled fearlessly: "I'm not Dracula, how can I sign this name!" ”

"Look at this, I can't sign Accardo!"