In the dense forest, Russell squatted on the ground to study werewolves. According to Wiken, Dracula possesses the werewolf virus and can continuously create new werewolves.
This sentence brought back Russell's memory. The werewolf is Count Dracula's natural enemy, and only a werewolf can kill him.
He was afraid of werewolves, but he couldn't bear the ability of werewolves to move during the day, so he always had a werewolf by his side to act as a minion, and he also developed an antidote to the werewolf virus.
This made Russell suspect that the origins of werewolves and vampires in the world of "Underworld" are related to this count, and studying werewolves is also to confirm this.
And Dracula can only be killed by werewolves...
The reason is unknown, maybe it's a curse, or maybe it's something else.
But it’s hard to say whether it’s true or not. Anyway, Russell sneered at this and thought it was a rumor with little knowledge and no credibility at all.
People will die when they are killed, and gods are no exception, let alone Count Dracula!
Being unable to kill can only mean that you are not strong enough, nothing else.
If the rumors are true, only a werewolf can kill Count Dracula, then he is invincible, and God will give him some face.
Therefore, werewolves may be Dracula's natural enemies, but they are by no means the only ones who can kill him.
Five werewolf soldiers held the little boy down, each punching him to prevent him from making any sound, so as not to disturb Russell's research.
Being studied, it was fine without anesthesia, and he was not allowed to speak out when he was in pain. The poor guy lowered his head and wiped his tears, and the onlookers nearby cheered.
Mainly Wiccan and Anna were cheering, and the smiles on their faces never stopped when they learned that Van Helsing, Russell and others had come specifically to eliminate Dracula.
Van Helsing asked for no money, but Russell asked for sky-high fees. Fame is not about personal profit, but about investing sponsorship fees in the great cause of exorcism to benefit all living beings.
It’s a bunch of lies, and it’s false as soon as you hear it!
What left Van Helsing speechless was that Wiccan was more inclined to Russell between the two. He would rather sell the pot and stake his ancestral fiefdom than take him for free.
Having seen the transformation of five werewolf warriors, Russell and his team were numerous and impressive, and looking at Van Helsing and his novice assistants, Wiccan decided that there was no good product at a cheap price, so he resolutely chose Russell's offer.
It doesn't matter if it's more expensive, as long as it can save my sister's life... No, as long as the nine generations of ancestors can ascend to heaven, it doesn't matter if I don't have the territory, I can be whoever the prince likes.
What's wrong with having nothing? Anna is his greatest wealth. Owning Anna is equivalent to owning the whole world!
As for Van Helsing, The Weeknd smiled and greeted people on the surface, but in reality he responded with an indifferent attitude. It didn't cost him any money, so it was just a gift.
Bang!
Russell took the pistol handed by the werewolf soldier, pulled the trigger, and hit the werewolf's chest. A single hole of purple light bloomed, and the blood vessels near the werewolf's wound were quickly dyed deep purple.
Under his magic-filled eyes, the dark elements floating in the air were replenished, neutralizing the ultraviolet radiation attached to the werewolf's wounds, and all injuries recovered after a while.
Russell frowned. The Headless Horseman is like this, and so are the werewolves. Is the power of science so vulnerable in the mythical world?
After thinking about it for a moment, he laughed at himself. As he said, not being able to kill can only mean that he is not strong enough. If UV bullets can't kill, it doesn't mean that UV grenades can't kill.
If an ultraviolet nuclear warhead were used to create a small sun in place, not to mention the werewolf, his immediate boss Dracula would be killed x100!
"Father, only silver weapons can kill werewolves!" Wiken and Anna reminded them friendly.
Russell was too lazy to speak, nodded and refused to say anything. Van Helsing came over curiously, took the gun from Russell's hand, and looked at the row of ultraviolet bullets in the magazine, showing great interest.
His assistant Karl, an ascetic monk and a top scientific research talent trained by the church, took the ultraviolet bullet and let out bursts of exclamations.
"Russell, is this a new type of exorcism weapon?" Van Helsing asked.
"Ultraviolet bullets can restrain dark creatures and are fatal to ghosts that can only move at night, such as vampires." Russell said, with the Adamantium alloy sword in hand, the sword light bloomed, and chopped the little white mouse werewolf into pieces.
Broken pieces.
Facts have proved that without the use of silver weapons, the werewolf is dead!
The test products have lost their research value and are left useless and destroyed on site to avoid damaging the ecological environment.
What makes Russell miserable is that the werewolves in the two worlds are not of the same origin. He doesn't care who the real ancestor of werewolves is, he is just afraid of killing Dracula, and there is still no movement in the world mission.
After hearing Russell's answer, Van Helsing was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Money is a lie. You came here for Dracula in the first place."
Russell smiled and said, "Why do you say that?"
"The weapons you carry are all ultraviolet weapons to restrain vampires..." Van Helsing said this, hesitantly said: "Can you tell me about the power behind you? To develop such a weapon, you must have at least the wealth of a country.
and technology as a backing.”
Russell patted Van Helsing on the shoulder, raised his chest and raised his head: "You are overthinking, we are the Lord's warriors!"
"I love to talk, but I'm too lazy to care about such nonsense."
Van Helsing shrugged and felt relieved. Everyone had the same goal and came to kill Dracula, so there would be no contradictions or conflicts.
To be honest, Van Helsing was glad that he was not an enemy. He had no confidence in Russell and the others. If he really wanted to fight...well, he had already fought once, and he was beaten the whole time.
…
castle!
The Villeless family has declined and its population is bleak. In Wiken's generation, only he and his sister Anna are left.
However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, the Villeless family has always had its fiefdom, and the ability of the nobles to make money cannot be underestimated. This castle with an astonishing area in front of you is the best example.
Van Helsing is right, even though the gypsies are all paupers, Wiccan and Anna, as members of the royal family, are still extremely rich.
In the main hall of the restaurant, more than ten people were dining at the extended dining table. Russell and his team saved the lives of Wicken and Anna. They were benefactors of the Villeless family and received the highest courtesy.
The maids who came and went put the plates on the table, and Wicken personally got up and poured the red wine that he had collected for many years for everyone.
However, except for the Wicken brothers, Van Helsing and his assistant Carl, Russell was the only one eating, with Amelia serving on the side, and no one else had the intention of touching the knife and fork.
"What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"
Wicken asked sarcastically, Amelia and Serena had a strong aura, and their words and deeds had the style and temperament that only top nobles could possess, which made the rich country man feel a little lacking in confidence.
Russell smiled slightly and explained kindly: "The food is delicious, but they are picky eaters, and there happens to be nothing they like to eat on the table. But it doesn't matter, they will not starve to death if they don't eat for three to five days!"
Wiken's face straightened up and he said seriously: "Father, it is the honor of the Villeless family to entertain you all, and it is also my obligation and responsibility. Please tell me your favorite food, and I will let someone do it."
Don’t refuse.”
"Be particular about it!"
Russell raised his hand and gestured with his thumb: "Prince Wiccan is indeed very dignified, so I'll just say it straight."
"Please be polite. If you are not satisfied, the Villeless family will be deeply ashamed."
"Human blood, it would be better if it is the blood of a beautiful girl, such as... Anna!"