Frankenstein's father, Viktor Frankensky, is a madly genius scientist who once stole the dead animals of a zoo in London in order to carry out a crazy and daring experiment.

In this day and age, naturally, no one can understand his thoughts, unless he is not human.

When Victor is being hunted down by terrified and angry police and civilians in London for desecration of corpses, he meets Dracula, who has just escaped from the siege of the Dark Council.

Dracula admired the mad scientist's ideas and knowledge, and brought him back to Transnesia, where he was finally able to carry out his experiments and create the ugly and miraculous monster of Frankenstein.

Its appearance is shocking, it has a terrifying strange power, but it is pure by nature, and it has no low intelligence.

It hides like a rat in the dark and dirty underground drains, but it always lingers around the castle of Frankenstein, which is his home with his father.

Now, its shabby but peaceful life has finally been shattered.

"Roar" five powerful werewolf warriors launched an attack on Frankenstein at the same time, and the beasts learned to take advantage of their strengths, their sharp minions biting deep into Frankenstein's corrupt body.

Frankenstein can no longer rely on brute force to throw them out as he did before, as that would also shatter his own body.

The werewolves rallied their strong muscles and tightly bound Frankenstein like a dark gray ball of flesh contracting.

Frankenstein let out a mournful wail of unwillingness, and he was about to be captured.

At this moment, a huge ring of fire fell lightly on the "meat ball", and then suddenly exploded, and the scorching flame power made the werewolf feel painful and relieved, and the huge impact that followed shook them all away.

The figure of the magical beautiful girl Lilith appeared in the waterway, her delicate facial features were as cold as ice, and her petite body was bathed in raging flames, like a flame spirit coming out of the darkness.

"Ring of Fire".

This large-scale, high-lethality magic burns the werewolf without burning Frankenstein's body, and is truly breathtakingly mastery.

"Who is it?"

Frankenstein had a look of surprise on his face, and instead of being overjoyed by the rescue, he was even more frightened.

"It's not with these stinking dark creatures anyway."

An arrogant voice sounded from behind Lilith, and the next moment, a pair of blazing "eyes" lit up in the darkness, accompanied by a "da-da-da" sound, and the white man walked out laughing with two heavy machine guns.

It's not so much about carrying it, it's better to say that it's "long" on him.

The two exaggerated heavy machine guns, one on the left and one on the right, stood on the shoulders of the big man, and the flesh under his skin was connected by a silver-gray metal liquid, as if they had grown out of bone and blood.

This is a perfect combination of the "assimilation" ability in mutants and the Terminator liquid metal robot, Clark can integrate a large number of high-tech heavy weapons into his body, control the machinery like an arm and finger, a person can be worth a small mobile metal warehouse, and the flesh content of the whole body is less than 20%, making it extremely difficult to die, and the survivability is very good.

The rain of bullets rained down on the werewolf warriors, splashing blood on their sturdy bodies, making them scream.

However, although this attack was exaggerated and violent, it was only a flesh wound to the strong vitality of the werewolves, and it was not fatal at all, and the werewolves screamed and screamed, and they still stood up one by one, and rushed towards the two half-killed interveners in the rain of bullets.

"Clarke, stop playing, use silver bullets," Lilith snorted, and quickly recited a spell in her mouth, and several instantaneous fireballs the size of a human head smashed into the five werewolves, scorching their fur with a scorched smell and slightly blocking their tracks.

"Understood" Clarke's face shook for a moment, revealing a cruel smile, and slowly spoke: "It was just a warm-up"

Soon, the heavy machine guns on his shoulders were wrapped in silver molten metal and reintegrated into his body, and a short barrel appeared from the joints of Clark's shoulder, elbow, and knee.

He stomped his foot hard, the ground seemed to tremble, and the whole person flew out violently, at the same time, all the muzzles on his body spewed out silver flames, and silver bullets engraved with arcane runes erupted from all parts of his body, and Clark's whole person was like a blooming silver flower, cold, violent, and cruel.

The silver bullet slammed into the werewolf's body accurately, unlike the previous bullets, the part where the werewolf was shot made a snorting sound, and wisps of black smoke emerged from them.

The werewolf howled in pain, and the silver bullets still poured down, and in a matter of seconds, all the werewolf warriors were beaten into a sieve and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of black water that emitted a foul odor.

"Damn, that's going to waste nearly a fifth of my silver bullets," Clark muttered, putting away the barrel of his gun.

Lilith frowned and glanced at him, and said coldly: "Before we can make silver bullets on our own, I suggest that you save some money and use the monsters behind it may be more than you think."

"I know," Clark shrugged indifferently, "but don't you think that as a righteous man of God, this way of appearing will be even more shocking?"

Lilith snorted coldly, bothering to say anything more to him, instead focusing on the stunned Frankenstein.

"Count Dracula wants to capture you, we are witchers, we are here to save you"

Lilith was concise, but Frankenstein had a deep distrust in his eyes, and he pointed at Clark and said, "Although I don't know much about this world, are you really just ordinary witchers?"

"If you want to fight monsters, you must have the same power as monsters" Lilith looked at Frankenstein and said seriously, "How a person's heart is judged is not just based on appearances, isn't it, I think you should understand this principle best." ”

Frankenstein's eyes showed a hint of sadness, he hesitated, he chose to believe the other party, but it didn't mean that he was going to go with the other party.

"If you're really righteous witchers, you're really here to save me" Frankenstein snorted, "then you should let me go, I just want to live like a normal one, I've never hurt anyone even "

Frankenstein grimaces, "even if my father is dead"

A trace of unbearability flashed in Lilith's eyes, but Clark had already walked up impatiently: "Why talk so much nonsense with him, hey, big man, give you two choices, either follow us obediently, or let us beat you down and tie you up and take it yourself, oh yes, I can guarantee that it won't hurt you, I just need you to cooperate with us to do a few small experiments"

"Sure enough," Frankenstein glared, "you're no different from Dracula's men"

Clark laughed a few times, and the mechanical joints all over his body creaked.

Lilith shook her head slightly, sighed secretly, and the magical energy in her hand began to slowly gather.

At this moment, a faint red line lit up from the dark waterway and extended towards the three of them.

"Someone's coming?!"

Clark and Lilith's faces turned pale, and they instantly changed direction and went into a state of alert, and Frankenstein's attention was also drawn.

I saw that the red line was getting closer and closer, and when I saw it clearly, the eyes of the three of them shrank suddenly.

It turned out to be thick plasma, flowing down the ground.

The blood gathered together seemed to be invaded by a surging sea of blood, and it was as if the best red carpet was spreading inch by inch, welcoming the arrival of a certain big man.

"A noble king, when he travels through his realm, will not tolerate filthy ground and filthy dust staining the soles of his shoes."

Lilith's pretty face was very solemn, and she muttered, "The precious red carpet woven with blood must first pave the way for him."

"When he came out of the night, the blood boiled over it, and the spirits sang for it"

On the carpet of blood, a tall and slender figure walked slowly.

Lilith spitted out a few words: "He is, the Lord of the Dead, Count Dracula"

Dressed in a black and gold robe, the handsome, elegant and personable Carlo stepped on the blood red carpet, politely saluted the three of them, and said with a smile: "It's a pleasure to see you here" Please Baidu "Throw the book network" Thank you for your support!