The hungry vampire lay on Van Helsing's body, greedily sucking his blood, as if a person who had been thirsty for a long time had finally found Ganlin, but unfortunately Van Helsing's blood was not Ganlin for the vampire, but poison.

The vampire, whose flesh had begun to slowly become fuller, suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, let go of his big mouth, and howled in pain.

His pale skin took on a sickly red, and his body melted like wax, and a moment later he was dead in pus and blood.

At the same time, drastic changes are taking place in Van Helsing.

Van Helsing's pain looked dozens of times greater than that of a vampire, and even his iron will could not bear it, and the thick green tendons wriggled under his skin like earthworms, his face distorted, and the ground under him was wet with sweat.

"The bloodline has awakened!"

Several werewolves whispered in surprise.

Van Helsing's eyes slowly turned red, and there was a lot of tyrannical and savage color in them, which slowly accumulated, and finally erupted like a volcano.

He craned his neck and let out a long wolf howl that tore through the air like a broken silk. His body and limbs were constantly stretched, the ropes that bound him were easily broken, there seemed to be something about to emerge from under his flesh, and the unspeakable itching stimulated him to scratch with his sharp nails, and large swaths of flesh were torn off raw, and long, thick manes grew rapidly from under the flesh.

Van Helsing's face also became distorted and hideous, his mouth grew bigger and bigger, pulling all the way to the pinna, and sharp fangs popped out one after another. His chin and bridge of his nose protruded completely forward, his ears had become short and pointed, and his head had become a large wolf head.

With a crisp "clucking" sound of bones breaking, Van Helsing finally completely "broke free" from his body, in the form of a wolf, like a python molting.

The peeled skin, with a strange burst of blood on the back, fell lightly to the ground, and no one noticed.

Van Helsing became a true werewolf, larger than the five werewolf elders.

His fur was dark, covered with a faint silver light, his crimson claws were huge, his body was as strong as a bull, his teeth were long and sharp, shining with a silvery-white metallic luster, his strong body, and his terrifying momentum, but his eyes were as clear as a pool of water, surrounded by a calm and calm aura.

Spreading fear, and dispelling fear, the power of the progenitor werewolf.

"Indeed, he," the werewolf elder roared excitedly, "he has the characteristics of all of our tribes, which only the First Ancestor could have"

"Who am I?" Van Helsing's deep voice slowly sounded, and he looked down at his furry hands, trying to retrieve those memories of the past.

"You are our king!" the five werewolf elders knelt on one knee and shouted excitedly, "All werewolf kings, you will lead us to true glory!"

The confusion in Van Helsing's eyes dissipated little by little, and he finally remembered those memories of the battle. His eyes changed from clear and calm to cold and gloomy, how kind can a person who once killed his comrades be kind?

"I remember" Van Helsing looked up hideously, bloodthirsty and cruel: "My name is Gabriel"

"My King" The werewolf elders looked excited, stood up and shouted, "Lead us to kill the vampires and take back everything underground"

Van Helsing stretched out his crimson tongue and licked his wolf lips, murderous and cunning, "I will Dracula is not dead, I can feel it and, this time I have a new enemy"

"Bang", at this moment, a loud sound came from the door of the stone room, and the entire stone room shook violently, and the dust fell one after another.

A werewolf guard landed on all fours, leaping into the stone chamber like lightning, shouting, "Vampire attack!"

"These guys came just in time!"

The werewolf elder raised his head and howled, his sharp fingers and claws shining in the firelight: "Tear them apart!"

Countless wolves howled in response, and countless werewolf warriors poured in from Si Fu, and countless pairs of dark green wolf eyes lit up in the darkness.

"Tear them apart!"

The howls of countless werewolves converged into a mountain and a tsunami, and the momentum was surging.

Van Helsing looked around at all this, the surging power gathered from his limbs to his chest, and he couldn't help but burst out into a howl, as if announcing the return of the king.

The werewolf warrior was ordered by the king to rush towards the door like a tidal wave.

But the next moment, the wave was blocked by the valve, and countless werewolves were beaten back by the huge force, and their strong bodies were thrown and fell in mid-air like rain, and the wave was overturned.

The werewolves quieted down and retreated step by step, the gravel rolled with the dust, and when the dust had settled, thirteen black-robed men slowly walked in from outside the stone room.

"Nosferatu!"

The werewolf elder let out a low roar, and the bloodthirsty wolf's eyes burned with rage.

Nosferatus watched everything in the stone chamber with a cruel smile on his face, then slowly pushed aside, and along with the rest of the vampire elders, he respectfully bent down and whispered, "Welcome to my lord." ”

Van Helsing and the werewolf elders looked stunned, their eyes contracted, and they saw another slender figure coming out of the shadows, handsome, noble, powerful, and evil, like a high dark king coming to the world.

"Van Helsing, we meet again" Carlo looked at Van Helsing with a smile, the wolves were around, but it seemed that he was the real master, "You don't look like a witcher now"

Carlo's sarcastic smile stung Van Helsing's eyes, and memories of humiliation and pain came flooding back, and he roared: "Only by falling into darkness can we suppress darkness, I am no longer Van Helsing, I am Gabriel"

"Hehe" Carlo laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

In the Transnesian language, "Van Helsing" is pronounced "Gabriel", but in fact he has nothing to do with a certain archangel in heaven without even a single hair, those arrogant and self-conscious birds will not be reincarnated or possessed by such an ugly monster, Van Helsing will be called "God's left hand", also because of the name.

"Okay, Gabriel. Carlo looked at Van Helsing with a wicked smile on his face: "Gabriel, I've wanted to beat you up for a long time." ”

The color of humiliation flashed in Van Helsing's eyes, and he howled again, and the five werewolf elders and countless werewolf warriors also howled when they heard his call, and all the werewolf hair stood on end, and their eyes were red, and they rushed towards Carlo and the vampire elders in a furious manner, like a suffocating tsunami. Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!