Outside the monster base, the three forces of vampires, werewolves, and demon hunters faced each other in a triangle. The scene was so tense that it could drip. Any disturbance among the three parties would tug at each other's heartstrings. If Dracula and MacArthur hadn't kept their men safe

With great restraint, the three parties were afraid that they would have fought together long ago.

Pressing his gentleman's hat, Van Helsing walked out of the weirdo base alone with his head lowered. His old friend Gilbert did not follow him, because this kind of scene was too dangerous for him. He had to contend with the whole world.

He had scientific knowledge but no personal strength to match it, so Gilbert wisely avoided this dangerous encounter.

Except for Van Helsing, no one could let Gilbert show his face.

When Van Helsing, wearing a black leather trench coat, appeared in the sight of the three parties, the restless demon hunters immediately stabilized their position. As long as Lord Van Helsing was around, they were fearless and even eager to fight.

The morning light is weak and the fog is gradually rising.

Van Helsing's figure went from outline to clear, and finally walked so naturally to the center of the three-party team, in front of the team of demon hunters, and the team of demon hunters invisibly puffed up their chests.

Turning around and standing up, Van Helsing raised the lowered brim of his hat and looked at Dracula and MacArthur, their "old friends."

"You two actually got together." Van Helsing said with a somewhat surprised expression.

"No, we just have the same purpose." MacArthur explained.

"Oh?" Van Helsing cast a curious look.

"I said, can you stop being so abrupt and sit down and have a chat when you meet an old friend?" Dracula straightened his makeup and asked Van Helsing like a gentleman.

"Are you discussing your dead brides?" Van Helsing looked at Dracula with cold eyes and said something unkind. Behind Van Helsing, the powerful demon hunter had drawn out his silver demon hunting sword, and the entire team was ready to go.

, they, like Van Helsing, don't think there is anything interesting to talk about with vampires.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Dracula smacked his mouth with a cold look on his face. It was obvious that the words hurt him. Then he smiled evilly and said to Van Helsing:

"Or it would be good to discuss your dead ladies."

"hiss!!!"

The vampires behind Dracula opened their claws, exposed their sharp fangs, and looked at the enemies in the demon hunter team with bloodthirsty eyes. This was not the first time that the two sides had fought. There were countless old and new grudges, and they wanted to fight immediately.

Another fight.

Van Helsing silently took off his leather gloves, and the demon hunter who was familiar with Van Helsing immediately entered a fighting posture, because Lord Van Helsing's action meant that Van Helsing was planning to take action himself.

At the same time, Dracula put away his usual cynical attitude, and suddenly spread out his black evil wings several meters long from his back. Facing Van Helsing, he did not dare to make any excuses.

Just when the two were about to start a fight, MacArthur's tall body stopped between them, and he roared angrily:

"Enough!"

With MacArthur in the middle, neither Van Helsing nor Dracula acted rashly. It was like a hill blocked the anger of the two people, because they did not want to turn the werewolf camp into their enemies when they were fighting each other, because neither of them had the courage to do so.

It's a one versus two fight, because MacArthur is the ancestor of werewolves and one of the few extraordinary people in the world.

"Van Helsing, look at this, we are here for this." MacArthur threw the book to Van Helsing and continued:

"We hope to gather the strength of the three of us to decipher this book and learn all the contents in the book. If you are still willing to fight afterward, you can do whatever you want. Our werewolf family will never participate."

After catching MacArthur's oracle book, which was still coming, Van Helsing raised his hand to signal his men to stay still, and then put on his leather gloves again. His men understood, but did not sheath the silver demon-hunting sword or put away the silver crossbow.

Still maintaining a high degree of vigilance.

Opening the oracle book, Van Helsing quickly scanned the contents, frowning slightly, while Dracula and MacArthur, who had folded their wings, were looking at Van Helsing expectantly, waiting for Van Helsing's interpretation.

"My interpretation is very limited. These words have always given me a familiar yet strange feeling. I can only understand part of their meaning." Van Helsing raised his head and said to Dracula and MacArthur.

"Then, let's exchange, Van Helsing, let's exchange the parts of our understanding." MacArthur said.

"Okay, but Dracula has to say it first. I don't trust him." Van Helsing looked at Dracula coldly and said.

"An elegant gentleman will never argue with a despicable villain." Dracula said contemptuously, agreeing to Van Helsing's proposal.

At the signal of the three men, the three teams retreated, gradually disappearing into the increasingly angry thick fog. The retreating subordinates understood that the content of the next discussion was related to the secrets of the three leaders, and it was not suitable for them to listen on the sidelines.

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"So, shall we begin?" MacArthur played the role of peacemaker and brought Van Helsing and Dracula together.

"I think there is a scene you should take a look at first." Dracula smiled mysteriously, and then turned the book to the page with the scene of Van Helsing's death.

Van Helsing looked at it extremely seriously, and his expression gradually became heavy. He didn't let out a heavy breath until he read it twice. Then he squinted at Dracula, who was a little proud of himself, and slowly took out the Oracle from his chest.

In the second half of the spiritual book, I opened it to the page where Dracula died, and handed it to Dracula with a very playful look.

At this moment, Dracula could no longer laugh. He looked at the content on the screen with a livid face, his body trembling slightly with excitement. Finally, in a fit of rage, his livid face uncontrollably revealed his blood-sucking fangs.

"No one can kill Dracula, no one." Dracula stared at the screen, shaking his head slightly, and then suddenly said to Van Helsing:

"We all died at the hands of the same person, don't you have anything to say?"

"No." Van Helsing seemed a little calm. Unlike Dracula, he had expected his own death, because the old Pope Hoss had told him about the fate of his death, and this matter had happened decades earlier.

Van Helsing already knew this years ago, so when he saw his own death scene, Van Helsing was much calmer than Dracula.

He is not facing it, but more like confirming it.

"I suggest we start by cracking the content." MacArthur said with a headache.

"That's right, I need to know who the strangers who appear in the picture are." Dracula said sinisterly, his face almost dripping with cold water.

After sorting out his mood, Dracula stroked the first line of the oracle book and said:

"This book comes from heaven, and I sent it here as instructed thousands of years ago..."

"It describes the story of three angels..." MacArthur continued what Dracula didn't recognize.

"And the ever-changing future." Van Helsing then added.

"Wake up..." Dracula said embarrassingly the two words he only knew.

"Self-salvation..." MacArthur frowned and continued.

"Rebirth..." Van Helsing's eyes narrowed again, because he found that even if the three of them worked together, they still could not completely decipher all the contents, but it was enough to understand the general meaning. He only hoped for those parts that could not be deciphered.

Don't be too important...
Chapter completed!