If all this is just a dream.

Qin Ran felt that he could accept it.

Not to mention anything else, with my current acting skills, beating all kinds of actors is like playing.

Like Dracula now.

What is the superiority of evil and madness over all beings?

Dracula, who was shrouded in a surging dark aura and slowly flapped his flesh wings, looked down on everyone condescendingly.

His gaze as he looked at the humans below was filled with the contempt of the superiors, but also with the hatred of their faith.

However, Dracula didn't come up and kill them.

He is like the ruler of all, and he wants to bring back to the world the fear of the domination of the bloods.

"Foolish mortals."

"Your God is nothing but a hypocritical bastard."

"The so-called light and kindness are nothing but a fiction of his lackeys."

"Hehe... Oh, God? What is the difference with the decaying gods of Olympus? ”

"Is it just because he's stronger and more high?"

In the thick dark aura, Dracula slowly lowered his height with a terrifying momentum.

He looked at these brainwashed humans with pity:

"Kneel and surrender to me."

"I will give each of you the strength of eternal life."

"Eternal life... Your God will not give you such power. ”

"To the weak mortals, I am your God."

"As long as you surrender to me, you will have everything."

Ignoring the ugly faces of those in the Holy See, Dracula openly proclaimed his power.

What God cannot give you, I can give you.

The feeling was so refreshing that it gave Dracula a look of fascination on his face.

After all, this is St. Peter's Basilica, and his blasphemy against God's authority is undoubtedly a great pleasure for the husband.

"Filthy creatures of darkness!"

"Our hearts are full of light, and even so-called eternal life cannot make us turn our backs on the faith."

"If I became a rat in the sewers, like you, I'd rather die now."

Facing Dracula, an old man with gray hair, stood up and scolded him loudly.

There are many such old people on site.

They have believed in God all their lives, and their mantra is my God.

Such people have lived through times of war, and the faith of God has long been ingrained in their hearts.

Especially at their age.

People of this age have either seen death, or they are more afraid of death than everyone else.

And this old man who stood up is undoubtedly the one who is no longer afraid of death.

"I appreciate your courage."

"But ants can't control their own destiny at all."

"Got it?"

Dracula's expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand to the old man, and the old man was sucked into the air without any resistance.

Slender fingers pinched his neck, and Dracula's canine teeth slowly stretched out:

"Don't need the power of eternal life?"

"Then I will give you the strength of eternal life."

"I'd like to see if your god will protect you if he knows."

With the old man's face full of resistance, Dracula bit his neck, and the dark power began to eat away at his body.

Of course, the essence of this thing is that the black liquid is directly fused and genetically modified.

In this process of transformation, there is the participation of extraordinary powers, and the final embodiment is the blood constitution and dark power.

In fact, Qin Ran could have pinched this old man to death.

That would certainly be a greater deterrent.

But Qin Ran could see that this was a kind and upright old man, who never abandoned his faith even in the face of darkness.

This is good!

He is Dracula now, but he can also be God in the future.

This old man is clearly his staunchest believer.

Courage and justice!

Such people deserve to be rewarded!

And Qin Ran's reward for him was the vampire's immortal power.

For many people, eternal life is a temptation, a great temptation that can be paid for anything.

And for some, falling into the darkness of eternal life is a kind of trampling on the soul.

Qin Ran was very curious about what would happen to this old man in the future.

Do you choose to dissipate in the sun, or write your own legend in the midst of struggle?

Winter!

The old man was thrown to the ground like garbage.

"Do you think he would choose to kill himself?"

"Oh... You humans still care about the so-called family affection, so will he commit suicide or not? ”

Easily endowed with the dark powers of a mortal, the playful expression on Dracula's face became even heavier.

The next moment, the smile on his face flickered, and the terrifying aura exploded!

"Get down on your knees!"

"A bunch of lowly and filthy things!"

Under the terrifying darkness, the whole church was filled with darkness, and the statue of God shed blood and tears.

However, God had no choice but to watch as a statue of His Son Jesus.

Under the powerful dark aura, everyone's souls felt tremble.

Even if there is no resistance in the heart, the body instinctively kneels.

"yes, that's it."

"Look, the popes of the Holy See are on their knees."

Dracula fell to the ground and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he walked up to the Pope and hooked his chin with his foot:

"You're the pope of this generation?"

"It's really disappointing."

"Once the pope of the Holy See, which one didn't have the power of angels?"

"And you... It's just a mortal. ”

Scarlet eyes looked at the Pope, and under the power of manipulating blood, the Pope's whole person was suspended.

Not only the Pope, but all the high-ranking members of the Holy See at the scene were all suspended out of thin air.

"Covetous, lustful, lustful..."

"Your souls are truly rotten."

"Let these mortals see today whether your Son Jesus will protect you in the end."

"I also want to know what is left of the so-called Holy See without you careerists."

Dracula levitated with the higher-ups.

The blood turned into a spear in his hand.

"Holy Son?"

"Heh... Isn't it still the same as being killed? ”

The Blood Lance was held in Dracula's hand, and with the unique abilities of the Bloods, Dracula and the Pope flew towards the massive cross.

Crash!

Degu stretched his hand and shook it, and the weeping Jesus on the cross was shattered.

And the Pope was bound to the cross.

"That's what your Bible says, right?"

"That's how the Son died."

"So...... I wonder if you will be resurrected? ”

An icy smile appeared on Dracula's face.

The blood-colored spear in his hand slowly stabbed towards the Pope's body.

The old Pope's eyes widened.

His mind went blank at the moment.

Is it all about to end?

When a person lifts it, a cloth covers it.

And then the Cruciform religion completely collapsed from itself.

The forces of darkness have re-descended into this world on the corpse of the Crucifixion.

"Lord..."

In the midst of despair, countless images emerged in the Pope's mind.

In the end, a thousand words turned into a prayer.