At this time, Yang Qun, who is deep underground, is experiencing an indescribable change.

The mark of the Demon King on his forehead once again flashed with brilliance that only he could brilliant.

In the Demon King's Seal, the cursed blood given by Dracula is emitting a strange blood-red light. This drop of blood slowly penetrated into Yang Qun's eyebrows, and it was about to completely merge with Yang Qun!!

This is Dracula's cursed blood.

It contains the resentment and unwillingness left behind by the death of millions of soldiers, as well as the loneliness and madness, resentment and hatred of 320,000 of his subordinates who have been imprisoned for thousands of years.

The most important thing is that it contains the curse that Dracula made by crushing his own heart, and his helpless unwillingness, resentment and hatred.

The source of this hatred comes from his love for his wife, his infatuation for his wife, and his love for his wife.

For the gods who took advantage of his feelings, he would rather crush his own heart than unleash an unimaginable curse on the gods!!

And not long before Yang Qun's death.

The affection, love, and stupidity between him and Lin Wuwan deeply touched this cursed blood.

In the end, Yang Qun's unwillingness to die and his resentment towards the gods finally resonated with this drop of cursed blood!!

They all have this man's infatuation.

They all have this resentment towards their enemies.

They are the same, they are a kind of people!!

At this moment, the compatibility between Yang Qun's Demon King Mark and this drop of cursed blood reached ...... One hundred percent!!

Fusion, it began!!

It's an unimaginable fusion.

The power of the curse was wandering in Yang Qun's body, and that drop of cursed blood finally merged into the most important karmic fire in Yang Qun's eyebrows. Suffering in the karmic fire, millions of cries, shouts, roars, and painful screams were endlessly in Yang Qun's ears.

Yang Qun slowly opened his eyes.

"Where is this?"

"Where is this??"

Around. It was an endless fire, flames burning, people dying.

Those warriors in iron armor pierced their people one after another, and Yang Qun stepped on the stairs and walked to the top of the ancient castle, looking at it at a glance. The wheat fields that spread all over the mountains have been covered in flames, in flames. Farmers, women, old people and children were mercilessly killed by the warriors in iron armor.

And on their breastplates, they all have a black cross stamped depicted.

Iron Cross !!

Holy Cult Army !!

Yang Qun knew where he was.

Here it is...... Dracula Castle!!

This is, Dracula's territory!!

And here...... It is the place where Dracula remembers the most during his lifetime.

The sky shone with golden light everywhere.

There seemed to be an archangel, hovering in the air.

One after another, huge crosses of holy light, the size of their own castles!! They fell from the sky and smashed to the ground. It becomes a point of light. Add a layer of holy shield for warriors in iron armor.

In the end, Yang Qun rushed out. The angels in the sky were drained of their blood by him, and the soldiers on the earth were beheaded by him.

It took out the chain of hell, and with a flick of the chain, thousands of soldiers on the ground were all entwined by the chain of hell. Pulled into the eighteenth layer of hell and suffered!!

In the end, Yang Qun killed madness, and its people were killed.

His enemies were slain.

The angels of heaven have been killed.

He ate millions of people. He had millions of lives, but he felt empty.

Yang Qun knelt on the ground weakly, and he felt a burst of nothingness.

There is nothing left, people, territories, crops, enemies. Nothing.

At this moment, Yang Qun seems to be possessed by Dracula, although everything happened to Yang Qun himself, but he has become Dracula at this moment, what kind of reaction Dracula has, what kind of mood he can feel.

Finally, an enemy with a cross appeared before him.

"Dracula, what about your enemies?"

Yang Qun raised his head and only said two words: "Dead"

"Where's your friend?" the man continued.

"Dead. Yang Qun still replied.

"Then why are you still alive? ”

Yang Qun didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't know if he was also dead.

"I ...... Also dead. ”

"Good, good!!"

The man holding the cross plunged the cross into Yang Qun's heart, and Yang Qun felt the influx of holy power, and the strength of his whole body was dissipating.

"What's your name...... Yang Qun asked.

"My name is ...... Van Helsing. ”

Van Helsing.

Monster Hunter, Van Helsing.

The Witcher, Van Helsing.

Or call him Father, Van Helsing.

He didn't really kill Dracula, but sealed him in a strange space, and used his life to form this space.

Everything is gone, and the environment around Yang Qun has changed again.

He felt himself swimming in a warm liquid.

It's like a paradise of freedom, where you can swim and play, where is it, is it...... in the mother's embryo.

"No ......"

"You are in, in the world of blood. ”

Dracula's voice woke Yang Qun up.

"It's a world of hatred!!"

Yang Qun suddenly opened his eyes, everything around him, where is the heaven where you can freely swim the heavens and the earth? This is clearly hell!!

The liquid-like stuff around was nothing else, human blood.

In the blood, countless dry bones and carrion flesh floated in the blood, gurgling and bubbling. Countless unjust souls wandered in pools of blood, and countless hungry ghosts tore at those carrions. They wailed and yelled at each other, scratched each other's bodies, hurt each other.

Their bodies, broken and reassembled, reassembled, and scratched to pieces by other monsters.

In the center of the endless sea of blood, Yang Qun ...... Dracula's majestic body.

"Am I not dead, why am I still in this place?"

"Could it be that your true blood source is this blood?"

Yang Qun asked with some surprise.

Dracula slowly opened his eyes in the sea of blood.

"Bloodsource, there is only one drop of blood, and it has already been given to others. Dracula directly shattered Yang Qun's beautiful dreams.

Yang Qun smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Yes, I am dead, so I will go to this kind of hell to be with you hungry ghosts. Yang Qun shook his head and said.

"Are we dead?" Dracula asked rhetorically.

"yes...... We, already dead. Yang Qun shrugged his shoulders, Dracula, an idiot, didn't he realize that he was dead?

At this point, Dracula stood up.

He stood at the very center of the sea of blood and stood up.

The messy hair and beard were surging with the blood around him, and he stood straight, staring at Yang Qun's eyes.

Yang Qun felt as if something was happening!!

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