The story of Count Dracula is widely circulated. Although it is the dirty water thrown by the enemy, it sounds very realistic.
According to legend, Count Dracula was a powerful knight who led believers in the Lord and defeated pagans on the battlefield time and time again. He was extremely devout in his faith in the Lord.
His reputation frightened his enemies, but also attracted all kinds of tricks and frame-ups.
During an expedition, Count Dracula's wife was deceived by the enemy's clever words and mistakenly believed that her husband had been killed in battle. She committed suicide in grief.
According to the teachings, those who commit suicide are desecrating their lives and are not qualified to enter heaven. They can only have the fate of being sent to hell.
Count Dracula fought for the Lord all his life, but his wife was thrown into hell. For the sake of his lover, he willingly fell and signed a contract with the devil.
The man who became the son of darkness betrayed his faith in God and surrendered to the devil, not for power and honor, but only to protect his love.
From a modern perspective, Count Dracula is a pure man, as worthy of admiration as a guy who dares to masturbate on the Empire State Building for the woman he loves!
But in the world of "Van Helsing", Count Dracula is not a tragic hero, nor does he deserve sympathy. He is an outright minion of the devil, trying to corrupt the entire world with darkness.
The most disdainful thing is that he actually has three wives, and they are all beautiful.
How shameless!
The three vampire brides, namely Winona, Alila and Marika, are outstandingly beautiful, vicious-hearted, and full-fledged femme fatales.
Winona regarded Serena as Princess Anna, and was beheaded for underestimating her enemy. She was completely devastated. The other two brides were also in a very bad situation at this time.
The vampire bride Ariela was hit by an ultraviolet bullet and fell from the sky into a house. She finally recovered. As soon as she walked out of the wooden house, she was surrounded by Michael and five werewolf soldiers.
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Alila looked stern. Having tasted the power of ultraviolet bullets, she did not dare to be careless and immediately transformed into a bat-winged banshee.
"Fire!"
Clusters of flames bloomed, and the werewolf soldiers were forced to stop pulling the trigger before they finished firing a round.
Alila flapped her wings and flew high, so fast that the eyes of the werewolf soldiers could not keep up. After dodging the hail of bullets, she swooped down and rushed into the werewolf soldiers like a teleport.
The sharp claws waved, the bat wings swept across, and in just one breath, the five werewolf soldiers had their hands and feet broken, their chests collapsed, and they fell in all directions under the powerful impact.
If it were an ordinary person, this kind of injury would be fatal. Ariela also felt the same way. The lingering dark smell of the werewolf was subconsciously ignored by her. It was normal for the exorcist to have some irritation.
Looking at the last person in the field, that is, Michael, Ariela was full of charm, and a trace of intoxication flashed in her eyes: "Handsome boy, your blood must be extremely sweet."
Realizing that Alila wanted to sleep with him, Michael immediately became vigilant and said with a straight face: "Sorry, I already have someone I like. Only she can taste my blood."
"Hmph, it's not up to you!"
Alila screamed, fluttering her wings and rushed towards Michael. The white phantom crossed an erratic route, and when it reappeared, it was already behind Michael.
Alila clasped Michael's shoulders with both hands and opened her fangs at the arteries in his neck. The handsome man had a fatal temptation for her. Due to Gudra's strength, she did not dare to cheat on him, but she could also suck the other man's blood.
Let her feel pleasure.
However, just as Alila was about to start her mouth, she noticed something was wrong. Michael's skin suddenly turned blue and the muscles on his shoulders swelled twice.
Mutated dark creatures!
Alila's heart was shocked, she put away her fangs and retreated.
It's too late!
Michael put his hands behind his back, and his arm muscles were sharp and angular, like a solid stone statue carved by a knife and an axe. He grabbed Alila's head and threw her over his shoulder, slamming her to the ground with a bang.
There was a muffled sound, and a large pit sank into the muddy ground. Ariela's body bounced up and fell down again, raising her head and vomiting blood. Looking again, she saw a blue-skinned monster with a green face and fangs in front of her. There was no handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes.
"Ho ho ho!!"
Michael roared, grabbed Alila's bat wings, and tore them off with all his strength.
He knew that he lacked combat experience. He usually fought with Serena and Lucian against the enemy, and they always took the initiative to play the supporting role of human shield, that is, to fight. Today, he faced the enemy alone. No matter what he said, he would not let the opponent leave easily.
Young people don't know routines, and they don't have many tricks in fighting. Even if they have some strength, they can get close and use the king's eight punches, and they can still defeat strong enemies repeatedly. This is probably what it means to kill a master with random punches.
Simply put, just be reckless!
Alila was pinned to the ground by two big hands, and her wings were violently torn off, causing her to scream in pain. The next second, countless fists hit her head, like rapid-fire machine gun bullets, hitting her head, chest and abdomen.
A sunken fist mark.
The powerful force made Alila short of breath, her chest was sunken and she couldn't breathe, and her body was slammed into the ground by the huge brute force.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
Michael refused to give up, and swung his arms faster and faster like a machine. His sharp fists crushed flesh and blood, and he didn't care if his body was covered with blood.
Alila's chest, abdomen and head were beaten into a pulp, leaving only her limbs intact. The free dark matter gathered to make up for the trauma she suffered, and repaired the damaged body bit by bit.
When Michael saw this, he roared, and the ghosts that fell with his fists connected together, destroying like a hydraulic machine, and the speed of destruction instantly exceeded the speed of Alila's self-healing.
After a while, Michael gasped and stopped his hand. His arms were numb and numb. Under him, flesh and blood were mixed with mud, making them indistinguishable.
Black mist rose, and the second vampire bride was beaten to death by the fledgling Michael.
Of the three vampire brides, two have died so far. Winona died because of her own negligence, and Alila died tragically because of her own negligence. Well, if we look into the reasons further, she died tragically because of her own negligence.
Marika, the last vampire bride…
She was lucky. After repairing the wounds caused by the ultraviolet bullets, she rushed into the castle and found three alien...exorcists by smelling human scent.
A fake priest who doesn't look like a good person, a flirtatious noble bitch, and a middle-aged man with a slave look on his face.
It’s not enough to kill!
Marika grinned ferociously: "Outsiders, welcome to Transfernia. I would like to say hello to you on behalf of the owner here, Count Dracula. Now... pay the price for your arrogance!"
"So ugly..."
Russell tilted his head and glanced at Marika. The beauty's head was placed on the monster's body, and the shape looked a bit like Marcus, but he didn't know whether Count Dracula was the founder of the vampire world in "Underworld".
"Sir, is this just to kill or to keep?"
Amelia lowered her head and blew into Russell's ear, claiming that she was a different person and unwilling to participate in the battle, but she only told her that Marika was scolding her just now.
"Kill him!"
Russell also frowned slightly, and the priest's intuition told him that Marika was scolding him just now.
Anyway, there are three vampire brides. If you kill one, there will still be two, so it’s not a big problem.
"I obey your orders!"
Amelia took out the knight's sword from the sword case, glared coldly at Russell's dog-legged Lucien, and walked towards Marika with a swaying waist.
Damn you bitch!
Looking at the coy Amelia, Malika's eyes flashed with jealousy, and she swung her claws towards her face...