Under the magnificence, above the Black Iron Throne, the man sitting there raised his eyes gently, his red eyes staring at Dismusk not far away, with deep sadness and infinite murderous intent in his eyes.』BiquΔ    『Δ』

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I'm even afraid that you won't come, so I'll detain all your friends~" Dracula's voice was very special, just like a song played on a tape. The tone was well grasped, which made people feel good when they listened to it.

But Dismusk is not an ordinary person. Faced with the temptation, he sneered disdainfully, "Just you can detain Abrodi. If Abrodi doesn't kill you, it's all his kindness. And it's up to me to say, who have you asked for help."

On the Iron Throne, Dracula, in black clothes, smiled. He rubbed the ring on his other hand with his index finger and thumb, and said lightly, "After farewell twenty years ago, I see that everything is changing, but this IQ is getting lower and lower."

After hearing this, Dismusk was furious and was despised by a dead bat. He was still showing off his IQ. Dis couldn't bear it anymore, and there was a bit of blue light on his hands. He said singly, "I'll give your soul today and let me ravage it."

Dracula smiled and said, "Your opponent is not me."

Then he clapped his hands and seemed to have some mechanism under the throne. A "squeak" sound came from it, and then an iron cross that was one person tall turned from the floor. There was actually a person on it, a wonderful woman in noble clothes.

Dismusk slowly narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly. If he guessed correctly, then this beautiful woman was the Princess Anna mentioned by Van Helsing, and some of the reasoning was correct. The enemy was actually not ahead, but behind him.

As soon as my mind was about this, a gust of wind came from behind my head. Dismusk didn't think about it, and his body flashed slightly. The next moment, the figure appeared not far away, and a sharp arrow rushed from the place where Dismusk was originally standing.

Dismusk, who flashed by, slowly turned around, on one side was Dracula on the Iron Throne, and on the other side was Van Helsing who was against the enemy. Dismusk sneered, "Sir Bishop, you are hiding deep enough. If I guess correctly, that night, after you were injured, before I went to your bedroom, was there a dead bat in your room just flying away? In order not to arouse my suspicion, the window was closed, so that I let me in."

Van Helsing's face was indifferent, and he was silent for a moment, and said lightly, "Yes, I don't want to do this, but Anna is in his hands, and I don't want to see Anna's death."

"This is why there is no absolute distinction between good people and bad people in the world. When evil spirits appear, the bishop leads young believers to charge for the peace of the world. But when your beloved is trapped by others and you are not able to save him, then compromise and go against your morality is also the only way to compromise. Van Helsing, people can make mistakes, but they cannot keep making mistakes." Dismusk thought on the one hand that his power had to rely on the people in front of him to show his power in South America, and on the other hand, he thought of a worry.

The wounded old friend, once, there was a sacrificial priest named Imodon in ancient Egypt, who did not regret it for the sake of love death. Even when life was about to wither, what I thought of was her in my heart. When fate smiled and teased the world, who could defeat himself like this, never feared life and death, never feared time, faced the bleak life, and faced the deep heart openly; thousands of years of waiting were always loyal, but in this world, some people did it, I don’t know whether this is the mercy of fate or his mockery of fate.

In fact, Dismusk is not a man who is deeply hurt for love. His former love seems to be like the world. After thirty years of poverty, he still has no news. It is life and death. Who knows the warmth and coldness of the coldness and warmth of the people? Compared with Van Helsing and Imoton, Dismusk is miserable.

"It's too late. When you reach an agreement with the demon, there is no chance to turn back. Van Helsing kills him! You can get your princess. Dracula's credit will last forever!" Before Van Helsing could answer, Dracula on the throne had a pool of hands and was the first to bewitch.

Van Hessing looked at the beautiful woman on the cross with a affectionate look, her messy show and fair face. Even if the cloth strips sealed her mouth, she could not hide her tender and determined look. Van Hessing only glanced at that one glance, and that one glance was enough. No matter what she thought in the future, no matter whether she was doing right or wrong, justice or evil, it was no longer important at this moment; can love and justice really be compatible? Maybe the legendary holy land can be, but at this time, Van Hessing couldn't do it.

In the golden hall, there was a long roar suddenly coming out of the empty three-person room. It was Van Helsing's low roar. His figure was changing drastically. The thick red robe could no longer hide his huge body. His body was expanding, his weight was increasing. The hard floor was cracked and naked.... The exposed arms had long gray hair, the simple and kind face became extremely ferocious, his teeth gradually became sharp, and his ears gradually stood up. Looking at it, it was a gray wolf head.

Who would have thought that the Archbishop of the Holy See, the once famous witch hunter, waswolves, waswolves, a huge dark creature. This is a satire of the Holy See or a ridicule of the dark world.

After transforming, Van Helsing let out a shocking roar. After observation along the way and the temptation of the werewolf in the deep pit in front of the castle, he knew very well that he was not Dismusk's opponent, so once the opponent became an enemy, he chose to transform first, and perhaps there was a glimmer of hope.

The strength and agility of his body's expansion brought his confidence back up. With a low growl, Van Helsing's huge body suddenly rose into the air, with a cool wind, and several cold lights under his front paws came, and the sharpness in the front paws could actually produce a substantial wind blade.

The wind blade flashed out, and the giant wolf arrived later, but under the tearing of the front paws, there was no imagined bloody figure or the sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh. The gray wolf's green eyes were bright and uncertain, surrounded the surroundings coldly, and kept roaring, and his body changed constantly, and he was alert to the surroundings. His extreme pounce was actually lost, and Dismusk seemed to have disappeared and disappeared.

"Werewolf can't get rid of the nature of beasts after all. Even if there is a word of human next to the wolf, they are still brainless. They are fighting all the time based on the habits of beasts. What do you think, Mr. Dismusk!" Dracula, sitting on the Iron Throne, said to the air with interest.

The next moment, above the giant wolf, in the air, the figure of Dismusk appeared. He did not care about the roar of the gray wolf beneath him, but looked at Dracula who was talking with a meaningful meaning. The dead bat actually saw his figure. Dracula was no longer the original Dracula, and his strength needs to be re-evaluated. Although it was difficult for Dismusk to judge his strength based on the momentum he dispersed, he could see through his figure just by relying on the casual observation just now. At this moment, Dismusk's understanding of Dracula rose to a higher level. He could not say he was afraid, and he was wary.

After hearing Dracula's tip, the giant wolf on the ground finally showed his target. Facing Dismusk in the air, the giant wolf roared, and his voice echoed from afar, as if thunderous, shocking the heart. A trace of hostility appeared on the wolf, which turned into black air. In the dark clouds, a pair of green eyes were extremely conspicuous, as if the demon in the abyss of hell was examining everything in the world.

The next moment, the giant wolf bounced up, like an arrow leaving the string, flying through the air, and the cold black air followed, causing the temperature around Dismusk to cool instantly, like falling from an ice cave, cooling not only him, but also his soul.

This time, Dismusk did not dodge. Facing the giant wolf that was bullying, his eyes seemed to flash with strange light.
Chapter completed!