In the three months since the end of the night, nothing else had happened, as if it had just passed, except for the dense woods that remained in the middle of New York to mark that everything was still going on.

The Guardians erased almost everyone's memories of the Earth as the birthplace of all things, and the few who left them pretended never to know about it.

After all, the universe is too strong, and the earth is very weak. Whether it's to maintain their power, as Senisto said, or to really protect the planet from being known, it's a very good choice.

"Comfortable days are always slack." Although Yao Murohuang left El, with the power of Yao Murohuang, El also spied on the power of the ninth sense, Amoro.

According to the Vajra Samadhi Sutra, all the emotions of all beings are transferred to Amara, so with the powerful power of hope of the Yaomurohuang, El briefly saw the power of Amara's consciousness. That is, the power of the Heavenly Father.

Brunhilde looked at El's decadent appearance and smiled slightly, and did not return to the Star Blue Stone Legion, but Brunhilde stayed on Earth. However, unlike El, who voluntarily abandoned the identity of the Blue Lantern Legion, Purple Lantern left the Purple Lantern Ring to Brunhilde.

Because the purple lantern is a lantern group that only focuses on love, they don't care about anything else.

"Maybe we should go to Asgard, after all, our wedding is about to happen." Brünnhilde hugged El from behind and whispered.

"It's time to make a trip to the Golden Palace." The plot or something, it has long been unrecognizable, and El can't be sure what the current Golden Palace is.

In Thor III, Ragnarok is caused by Sirte, the king of fire giants, but now it is not known how.

What El didn't know was that the aether particle he couldn't find had already appeared, but the aether particle had not appeared in Jane Foster, but in a very other form on Earth.

In London, a pair of vampires are running wildly, and behind them, two figures are in hot pursuit.

"Damn, Ben, how did they find out?" Ever since the Lord came to London, the whole of London has become a vampire world.

But just as these vampires were indulging in joy, strange people gradually appeared in London, magicians and wizards, witchers and vicarators, who hunted all kinds of xenos without any scruples.

"It's just a casual fun." A vampire named Ben responded.

"Damn stinky bats, you can't run." A flying blade appeared in front of them, and the vicarious walker in the priest's uniform easily killed Ben's companion, and when Ben was about to reflexively prepare to escape, a stout man in a straitjacket held a sword that invisibly pierced his heart core.

"Captain England!" Ben's body slumped to the ground, then turned into a pool of thick water.

The man who was originally called Captain England was about to finish his work, but suddenly felt something, and a short blade flew towards Captain England from the night, and the British captain easily blocked the short blade with a long sword. 、

Countless shadowy black shadows gradually emerged from the darkness, and Hassan, wearing a bone mask, stepped out of the darkness.

"Finally found you." Hassan's hoarse voice made the British captain very vigilant, and a drop of cold sweat left on his forehead as he looked at the countless shadow soldiers surrounding him.

"Brian Braddock, hand over the holy sword in your hand, it's not yours." Hassan said coldly, if it weren't for the constraints and environmental problems, Hassan would have directly killed this hairy boy who didn't know the height of the sky.

"I want the holy sword in my hand, dream!" When the British captain heard Hassan's words, he righteously refused. This is the sword that Merlin has given him, and he will be a hero who will save all of England like King Arthur.

"Hahaha!" Hassan looked at the stubborn appearance of the British captain, sneered, turned into smoke and disappeared. "You'll regret it, Brian Braddock, for taking what wasn't yours and paying for what you did."

The British captain did not care about Hassan's threat, and in the eyes of the British captain, it was just another provocation by a coward.

But just after Hassan left, a blood mist enveloped the whole of London, and the British captain frowned when he saw the spread of the blood mist, and now these vampires are becoming more and more rampant, and they dare to do this.

Before he had time to think, the British captain galloped towards a certain place, and in the darkness of the night, wolf howls and harsh sounds came from the fog.

The inhabitants of London closed all their doors and windows, and since a certain time, the night in London was no longer safe, ghosts were rampant, and the night was murmuring.

And God's Refuge, the largest church in England, is located at the top of the spire of Westminster, at the top of which a figure is being made, and the Lord of the Night is patrolling his realm wantonly and arrogantly.

"Heretic, die!" Countless clergy in white robes streamed out of the cathedral, their holy light shining in their hands, trying to destroy the Lord of the Night and manifest the power of the Lord.

"This is my territory, this is my sky, and the glory of God does not lie here!" Bloody mist, Dracula, not Dracula. It is a collection of images of Dracula from many worlds.

Accardo, Vlad III, Dracula, and even the Lord of the Night, who now stands above the church, has devoured Dracula, who belongs to this world, and has become the only Dracula, the Emperor of Vampires.

"Heresy?" The Lord of the Night, with his long white blonde hair, smiled sarcastically when he heard the clergy's verdict.

The famous son of the dragon, Vlad III was a great hero of Romania, and his most outstanding achievement was probably the defense of the Christian world by defeating Mehmed II in one fell swoop.

Even though Muhammad had destroyed the three-fold Roman Empire in the past, he was still at a loss when faced with the demon (Dracul), who calmly pierced the enemy army.

But as a result, this great hero of Eastern Europe has become a heinous existence in Western Europe.

If all that had stopped, the hero of this small country would probably have died out without anyone knowing. However, the Irish writer Bram Stoker wrote "Dracula" based on him, and his name went viral. What an ugly stain!