The short but fierce battle ended with the final sound of tearing and impact. Some of those who were knocked down fell motionless in the shallow water that was submerged above their feet, while others turned into floating ashes and disappeared.
Van Helsing's black clothes looked a little messy, and some parts were damaged, but there were no injuries through the damage, as if all the attacks had been avoided by a hair's breadth, or the wounds caused had healed at an incredible speed.
Tsk...buzz!
He lowered his head and looked at the pair of claws on his fingertips that were severely worn due to the hard contact with numerous feathers, hairs, scales, and armor. He retracted them and popped them out again. The claws were as smooth and sharp as new again.
"What, you don't plan to take action?" Van Helsing looked around the battlefield again and looked coldly at the Bo disciple who had been standing next to the Pachinko machine in the distance: "I will not accept the surrender of the vampire."
"Perhaps you don't believe it, but I am opposed to resolving disputes through force, Mr. Van Helsing," Botu said in confusion: "I prefer to solve problems at the gambling table."
"Really? Why not bet that my claws can cut your throat? I bet." Van Helsing said mockingly, and then rushed towards Botu like an arrow, but because of the shallow water under his feet, his speed was slightly slower.
A little slower.
"Then I bet... you can't." While answering, Botu pulled the lever of the pachinko behind him.
The machine started. It started slowly when Van Helsing had already reached the Botu. The wheel kept rotating. It seemed that it took about a minute to stop, revealing three identical nut patterns, and then stood up in front of the Botu.
There was an orange barrier, and it was only then that Van Helsing's claws grasped it hard.
Zhizhi——
"..." Van Helsing, whose attack failed, took two steps back, looked down at his paws and then at the disciple who always kept a fascinated smile.
"'Substitute' is not only used in the barbaric way of 'feather and scale armor'. I thought you already knew this when you instigated the rebellion against that agent," Botu spread his hands: "As you can see, I can-"
Hucha——!
Van Helsing's figure disappeared from in front of him, then appeared from behind, stabbing Botu's back with his sharp claws.
Click...
The pachinko slowly started up again. After turning for about a minute, three watermelons were displayed.
Almost at the same time, Van Helsing's piercing claws became extremely slow as if they were stuck in a quagmire. The Botu, who had just noticed the sneak attack, slowly turned around and shrugged exaggeratedly: "If I could be killed so easily.
, why would those guys who have awakened powerful substitutes listen to me?"
"Do you have the superpower of time?" The asynchronous time between cognition and somatosensory made Van Helsing feel like motion sickness, so he stepped back slightly and distanced himself and asked in a deep voice.
"Tsk, tsk, you are asking this question as if you are interrogating the prisoner. Judging from your style, it is indeed possible to beat the person until he loses the ability to move before questioning you." Botu shook his head: "But I just don't mind answering.
this problem."
Van Helsing remained silent, looking over and over at the pachinko machine and the Bodhisattva.
"I am just a civilian in the Hand, mainly responsible for external liaison. I don't have the power of other 'finger's," Botu said: "Although I obtained a 'substitute' through 'arrows', it is not a combat type. Its name is [Sitting].
Kill the Botu】."
"..." Even with Van Helsing's indifference, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
If the two sides were not in a hostile state, the sentence "You dare to use this" might have been uttered.
"As the name suggests, it could only control machines with preset internal programs such as 'Pachinko' at first, but with the increase in frequency and frequency of use, the scope of influence gradually expanded to other types of gambling, and eventually entered the '
"In the field of probability," the disciple talked as if he didn't care at all that Van Helsing knew about his abilities: "Maybe one day, I will be promoted to the 'Devil of Probability'."
"You know quite a lot." Van Helsing said noncommittally.
"As long as you live long enough, you will always understand the nature of the world," Botu responded: "Compared with fixed machines or gambling tables, now I can directly specify a certain event with a 'non-zero probability'.
Put its 'inevitable occurrence' into the prize pool and draw it as a prize. As long as it is successfully drawn, it will be realized without having to reproduce certain harsh conditions, such as - 'making a cold weapon attack against oneself go wrong'
.”
"..." Van Helsing pressed his arm, thoughtfully.
"Oh, you don't have to try to improve your action success rate. It can never be 100." The scholar shook his finger: "No matter how many zeros there are after the decimal point, as long as it is possible, it can be achieved."
"But never twice in a row," Van Helsing looked at him: "You are cheating."
"Oh, of course, after all, the other sentence of 'sitting and killing Botu' is 'the banker takes all'," Botu replied: "If it is drawn strictly according to the actual probability, it has no meaning of existence, so this substitute has a 'guaranteed' mechanism -
—No matter how low the probability itself is, as long as you don’t win for 299 consecutive times, you will definitely win for the 300th time.”
"The probability that you just destroyed my two attacks in a row is one in 90,000." Van Helsing wiped out the odds confidently.
"Actually, it's 100." The disciple grinned, "No one stipulates that there can only be one 'prize pool'. I just need to increase the 'pool' of those probability events to 299. Then when it actually occurs, it will be successful."
"... Then why don't you use 'probability' to attack me?" Van Helsing looked at Pachinko: "'Attack the enemy and kill' is also a probability event."
"'Betting' is different from betting against the banker. You can only 'open' by selecting a specific target, and some bets are bound to lose. For example, the probability that I launch an attack and kill you now is..." Botou
After a pause: "Zero."
"It seems that your 'extraction' does not require the use of the pachinko. It is just an external manifestation, but each private extraction still takes time." Van Helsing sharpened his claws: "When you delay time
, in fact, you have been drawing continuously from a certain 'prize pool' aimed at me, right? Why don't we make another bet, whether you draw it first, or I exhaust your 'defense prize pool' first?"
"In fact, I have already won 299 draws in the 'Let Van Helsing join our side' prize pool," Botu put his hand on the pachinko's handle: "But I'm not sure how it was achieved. Maybe you want to know
?”
"..." Van Helsing seemed to be planning to make a mockery, but remained silent as if he had thought of something.
Click...
Pachinko's roulette wheel stopped spinning and finally displayed three heart icons. Botu glanced at the air in front of him, raised his eyebrows, turned to Van Helsing, and said in a bewitching tone:
"Don't you think this ability is very suitable for curing your daughter?"
