Chapter 511 The moral bottom line has already protruded from the horizon
The lightning flashed and the three little bats turned into ashes.
Russell frowned and stood there, his blue eyes scanning around, looking for fish that had slipped through the net.
Shivering, Fan Helsing pushed away the rubble on his body and climbed up from the ground. The golden light in his eyes disappeared and his expression returned to normal, no longer so sacred and majestic.
Large size is offline!
Russell said that he does not take responsibility for this. It was Van Helsing who changed the account himself and it has nothing to do with him.
Van Helsing paused for a while and then asked: "What are you looking for? Is Dracula not dead yet?"
"There is no mistake in being careful. If a little bat slips through under our noses, wouldn't all our previous fierce battles and narrow escapes be in vain?"
"Before...the fierce battle and the near-death encounter had anything to do with you?"
Van Helsing said angrily, he was the one who was beaten, and he was the one who beat others. Russell led people to watch the whole process, not only snatched the head, but also took the credit for himself, where is his face?
Russell glared at him fiercely, with a look of hatred on his face: "As long as Dracula is not killed, the world will be restless. You actually care about small things that have nothing to do with the overall situation. Can you be more mature like me?"
The face is always there, just a bit thicker!
Van Helsing: "..."
Russell's moral bottom line had already protruded beyond the horizon, and he didn't know what to say, so he wrote 20,000 words in his mind.
There were many bats hidden in the cracks in the wall. Russell raised his knife and killed them one by one. Suddenly he asked: "Van Helsing, what happened to you just now, that you suddenly became so powerful?"
"I don't know. I suddenly gained strength and won out of nowhere..." Van Helsing frowned: "Also, I think there is someone else fighting Dracula. I am just a spectator."
Russell nodded silently. It was normal. One terminal cannot log in to two accounts at the same time. When the large account comes online, the small account will naturally be squeezed out. There is nothing wrong with it.
The two of them knocked and smashed inside the house, lifting up three floors of the house before finally clearing out all the hidden bats.
But both Russell and Van Helsing felt that Dracula would not be killed so easily. Those who are most afraid of death are often the immortals, and there must be bats who escaped.
The frozen castle occupies a huge area, and it is obviously impossible to search every room. Russell summoned his brothers and arrested the slaves in the castle as quickly as possible. After beating them and threatening them, they finally found out a suspicious place.
Count Dracula's bedroom, where the coffin is placed to sleep!
Many places in the castle are forbidden to slaves, and the bedroom is the most strictly confidential forbidden area. Even the three vampire brides are not allowed to enter without Dracula's order.
After interrogating this information, Russell immediately realized that there was something hidden in the bedroom, which was most likely Dracula's resurrection point, and he took his brothers to the deepest part of the center of the frozen castle.
Vampires have different thinking circuits from normal people. If they build a bedroom and bury it underground, those who don't know it might think it's a tomb!
When the werewolf soldiers successfully blasted the stone door of the bedroom, Russell was shocked to find that the layout inside was extremely monotonous, and the hard and simple style was completely inconsistent with Dracula's identity.
The interior is a domed white stone house, with a clear view of the walls. Except for the vents for bats to enter and exit, not even a single gorgeous decoration can be seen.
There is a black coffin placed in the center. Jumping over the coffin, you can see a black cross, nailed to the white wall with wooden nails. It is gloomy and has no sense of solemnity.
Russell looked at the black cross in silence, feeling emotional. Dracula really built his bedroom into a tomb, but why would he, a vampire, hang a cross? Could he expect God to bless him?
Five werewolf soldiers loaded their magazines and, under Russell's instructions, poured fire on the coffin, using ultraviolet bullets to turn it into a hornet's nest.
Perhaps it was because Dracula slept for too long that the coffin was tainted with a strong dark aura. A burst of ultraviolet bullets hit the coffin, and the coffin was like a red-hot iron, slowly melting into mud.
Russell was about to step forward to check, but was pulled by Van Helsing's shoulder. He asked the werewolf soldiers to step back, and then pointed to the blood lines on the ground with a solemn look on his face.
Russell chuckled: "Interesting, I didn't see this magic circle just now. When did it appear?"
"When the coffin is destroyed!" Van Helsing said doubtfully: "Once the magic circle takes effect, it will suck the people within the coverage area into mummies. It is very practical and simple and crude, but the magic circle in front of you is very advanced. I don't know how moral it is.
Where did Ra learn that?”
Russell's eyes lit up: "How do you know this magic circle? Have you seen it before when you were exorcising demons? Tell me quickly, what kind of dark creature it is, maybe there will be clues!"
Fan Helsing was silent for a moment and said quietly: "It's strange, how do I know this?"
This topic was difficult to pick up, so Russell jumped over it: "Do you know how to destroy it?"
"It can be destroyed with holy water, and the grade must be high..."
As he spoke, Van Helsing laughed with a smile on his face, and took out a silver pot engraved with cross runes from his arms: "The holy water has been blessed by the Pope himself. Every time I encounter a dark creature that I can't defeat, I will take a sip of it in my mouth."
, and then pretended to be exhausted, and was deliberately picked up by the dark creature by the neck, and then, hehe... you know!"
Russell: "..."
"That means Dracula is lucky, otherwise he would have been sprayed all over his face by me!"
Van Helsing poured the holy water on the magic circle with full confidence, but it had no effect. The magic circle was still a magic circle, and the holy water evaporated directly into white mist.
"This, this is impossible! This is holy water blessed by the Pope!!"
Van Helsing's eyes widened. Instead of exorcising the demon, the holy water was exorcised by the demon. This was the first time he encountered this situation.
"Obviously, you were deceived. The holy water the Pope gave you was either fake or watered down!"
Russell raised his foot and kicked Van Helsing aside. He pretended to dig behind his back and took out a palm-sized crystal bottle.
The light of Elendil!
"What is this?" Van Helsing asked cooperatively.
"Holy water!"
Russell had a pious look on his face, and the top girl who came out of the Elf Queen...well, from a certain perspective, wasn't it just holy water?
"Stop lying, I know exactly what holy water looks like, and your bottle is definitely not it."
Van Helsing affirmed that the liquid in the crystal bottle seemed crystal clear, but from time to time a glimmer of light appeared, like a ball of flowing starlight. Although it looked good, it was definitely not holy water.
"Hmph, if you are uncultured, talk less. This bottle of holy water is the holy water that the Lord personally blessed... ahem, personally blessed."
With a look of disdain on his face, Russell took off the cap of the crystal bottle and poured two drops out with a look of pain on his face.
Ding! Ding!
The liquid water droplets splashed on the ground, but made a crisp sound. The blood-red magic array dimmed instantly. After a curse-like scream, the array pattern turned into black mist and disappeared.
There is a problem!
Russell narrowed his eyes. Ever since he entered this grave, he had been feeling uncomfortable. Now that he thought about it carefully, the layout in front of him looked more like...