Underground, Fingel climbed up from the ground again. The wound on his neck was still healing. He punched Dracula on the tail vertebra. The sound of broken bones was heard, and the ferocious smile on Dracula's face changed.
stiff.
"Are you still a qualified Kassel student these days if you don't pretend to be dead?" Fingel punched Dracula in the side with another punch. The huge force caused clear punch marks to appear on Dracula's abdomen.
, black and red blood spat out from Dracula's mouth. He fell down weakly, his thin body lying on the ground, and vomited out organ fragments one after another while trembling.
Lu Mingfei rushed over, and five fingers that turned into spikes penetrated Dracula's spine, leaving five hideous bloody holes on his back.
"To be honest, you scared me to death." Lu Mingfei breathed quietly, pulled out his fingers from Dracula's back, and said to Fingel: "I feel like his spine is broken, you
That was quite cruel."
The other party gave him a thumbs up: "The main reason is that your breasts are more qualified. I think you are more reliable as a nurse."
"This is not World of Warcraft. Can't I be a dual practitioner?" Lu Mingfei shook off the blood on his fingers. Parker stood up from the ground and said hesitantly: "Um, have you forgotten something?
"
"What?" Before Lu Mingfei could react, he saw Parker quietly pointing at the little devil of Cerberus huddled in the darkness. The opponent had just bitten Dracula, giving several people a precious opportunity.
Now the three of them looked at the hellhound, who let out a low bark, then passed by Lu Mingfei's feet at an alarming speed and ran into the dark corridor behind him.
"What's the situation?" Lu Mingfei was a little undecided, and then he saw Parker's eyes twitching: "You know that Cerberus is a dog, right?"
"Yeah." Lu Mingfei nodded.
"Like most dogs, they all move in groups," Parker said in a panic: "The dogs above must have been released. Let's leave quickly."
"There's no rush," Fingel stood up, his clothes were gone again, his strong muscles shimmering with sweat in the cold air: "We still have to ask some questions."
With that said, he walked up to Dracula and grabbed the other person's hair. As a former top student in Kassel, he knew that Dracula's vitality would not be so fragile. The other person's golden pupils were dim and bleeding.
The whole place was already dying.
"What are you doing here? Fingel spoke in English, and with his 1.88-meter tall body, he was very intimidating.
Dracula's eyes trembled slightly, turned to Parker, the doomsday sect member who was hiding aside, and said a name that no one expected: "Dragon King Zero..."
Lu Mingfei had just removed the tree skin technique from his body. He was stunned for a moment when he heard the name. His fingers trembled slightly in his trouser pockets and his feet began to feel restless. Fingel continued to ask, expressionless, "What is that?"
Dracula's lips moved slightly. Fingel put his ear closer and heard the other person speaking in non-standard Chinese in his ear:
"You don't know how to Google, you stupid*..."
boom!
Fingel smashed Dracula's head on the ground and raised it again, revealing the face that was muddled together.
At this time, Lu Mingfei spoke next to him. He walked up to Dracula and asked, "What is the golden holy liquid? Why do you call me the holy son?"
"About the golden holy liquid, it is the legendary evolved hybrid body fluid, a non-toxic substance that can promote the evolution of others." Fingel explained: "In the legend, Siegfried bathed in dragon blood, not only did he not
After dying, he evolved into a higher existence, and his body fluids turned into golden holy liquid."
Dracula raised his eyes upwards, looked at Lu Mingfei, and his gasping voice suddenly became louder: "Holy Son, the evolution we wanted has been achieved long ago!..."
His voice sounded like crying and laughing, and water mist appeared on his skin. The Yanling Vampire Scythe started up again, and the wind whistled across the faces of several people. Fingel grabbed Lu Mingfei and pulled him to the side.
The truck ran away.
Dracula's transformation continues. If Ender were here, he would definitely recognize this as the Secret Party's secret skill: violent blood.
In fact, many forces have this secret technique to improve hybrids, but the secret party may be the first organization to systematically summarize the principle. Through alchemy technology and psychological suggestion, it amplifies the part of the dragon in the hybrids, thereby achieving the purpose of improving the bloodline.
Purpose.
But in this process, the balance between dragons and humans can easily be broken, so the secret party divided the liberation of dragon blood into several stages, but what Dracula did at this time had already surpassed this level.
He has completely given up on the humanity in his heart, and the power of dragons continues to expand. According to the secret party's statistics, the descendants of three levels of violent blood will transform into dragons, and now, the dragon blood in Dracula's body has already surpassed this level.
He is turning into a bomb, a dragon's blood bomb, using his own life as gunpowder to bloom with the brilliance of that moment.
"Come up, it's time for us to run away!"
Fingel shouted at Parker, while Lu Mingfei pulled the brakes, and the truck started slowly and drove towards the end of the railway track.
Parker climbed into the truck at the last moment. He looked back and saw the swollen Dracula and countless golden eyes glowing in the darkness. They were the pack of dogs attracted by the movement.
The truck drove towards the darkness. Dracula's speaking spirit field had been expanded to the maximum, and the power of the vampire scythe was gradually increasing. Lu Shanyan, the ancestor of the Lu family, had used this speaking spirit to injure the Dragon King. At this moment, the wind had turned into
The sharpest knife can cut through everything in the world.
The hellhounds rushed forward and then turned into countless pieces in the wind. The blood storm roared again. Dracula smiled and looked at the disappearing truck. They could not escape. This was an underground closed space.
, when the spirit of speech fully erupts, the sand, dust and bone fragments in these storms will turn into the sharpest bullets and devour them.
At this time, Dracula saw a pair of ruthless golden eyes. It was a hell dog with black scales. It was a hell dog transformed from a Shiba Inu. It strolled into the realm of words and spirits, with the wind blowing around it.
Dissipated, Cerberus lowered his head and looked at Dracula indifferently, as if mocking his overestimation.
White threads surged out from under its scales, sticking to the minced meat on the ground and wrapping around the hellhounds who wanted to escape. In Dracula's fanatical gaze, a giant white cocoon appeared in front of him.
There was a crunching sound in the giant cocoon, and Dracula's eyes widened. The giant cocoon split open, and a huge black snake came out of it, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed Dracula into its belly.
"It turns out that this is the Holy Son..."
No one knew Dracula's last words, and only the sound of the black snake crawling on the ground spread far and wide.