Dimensional Invasion Of Doomsday

The Eight-Nation Allied Forces marched hand in hand. Under the order of Davis, soldiers and professionals from various countries rushed towards the Old Summer Palace in their own ways.

The phalanx that was originally a group was broken into parts, forming teams one by one and rushing towards the direction of the Old Summer Palace.

Among these teams, several phalanxes are so eye-catching.

A team is composed of many handsome men and women wearing gorgeous black armor. Their faces are as pale as paper, and there are long afterimages dragged by black mist as they walk. Although their speed is a few times faster than the fastest sports car It is very small, but it moves silently like a ghost.

And their leader is a man in a red windbreaker. His attire is incompatible with the subordinates around him, but the aura exuding from him is much stronger than all his subordinates.

"Master Dracula, it's not good for us to act alone like this.

A young vampire said that she did not expect that after James announced that in order to prevent the light bomb attack just now, the large army would be divided into pieces and act separately, her commander would directly lead them to change direction, towards the direction of the Italian team. The direction rushed over.

This is completely contrary to the action planned at the beginning.

"Hehe, you're a member of the Giovanni family, right?"

Dracula smiled, and then spoke.

"Attacking the Old Summer Palace now is simply looking for death. I can feel that the blood in the Old Summer Palace is already so huge that it makes people tremble, but it is wrapped up by a strange force. If it weren't for my special ability Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't be aware of this secret. This time the Eight-Power Allied Forces have hit the iron plate, and what we have to do is not to follow them to die, but to take advantage of this opportunity to clean up our old enemy.

After hearing Dracula's words, the girl vampire looked surprised. She never thought that it was a copy of the simple mode for profit, but in fact it was a hell mode that would kill you if you touch it.

At the same time, her question also solved the confusion for the remaining members of the thirteen clans. They all breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Dracula's ability is recognized in the blood clan. Since he said so, then the matter You can't go wrong.

"Then let's find trouble with those guys in the Vatican. When I was in the camp just now, I smelled the light on them, and I almost threw up."

"Yeah, and it's not just them. I also feel the stench of the werewolves on the other side. It's really disgusting."

"Then let's kill them all."

"The only pity is that you can't suck good blood."

Seeing the vitality of his subordinates, a smile appeared on Dracula's face, but at this moment a howl reached his ears.

This howling was obviously the scream of a werewolf when he was dying, and then a group of werewolves who had turned into werewolves rushed out from the woods on the side.

The condition of this team of werewolves is very miserable, and most of them are in a state of missing arms and legs. Fortunately, their vitality is relatively against the sky. In this way, these werewolves still fled rapidly with horror on their faces.

"Dracula? Is that you? Come and help me, and the Fang Clan will forever thank you.

The silver werewolf Dracula who was asking for help knew him. Wilhelm·Bloodfang, the strongest contemporary werewolf of the Bloodfang clan, the only werewolf who has evolved to the level of a wolf king in three hundred years.

But today, the mighty wolf king in the dark world was beaten like a bereaved dog and fled in embarrassment.

Save him? Are you kidding? For the blood race, the werewolf race is a beast that should be wiped out from the root. Let alone helping him, it's good that I didn't make a move to make trouble now.

But before Dracula opened his mouth to refuse, there was a muffled thunderous sound, the woods that Wilhelm jumped out of just now exploded violently, and among the scattered sawdust and branches, a group of cavalry forcibly opened a line in the dense woods. The passage rushed out.

These cavalrymen wore full black light armor, with blood-red lines forming the shape of blood flames. There were only two holes in the beast-shaped helmets where the eyes were, from which a frightening red light radiated.

Each of them held a pitch-black halberd in their hands, a large saber hanging from their waists, and the mounts under them were also strong war horses that were twice as big as ordinary horses.

These horses, like the cavalry, were covered with black armor, and they smashed everything in front of them like a steel chariot.

And the existence leading this team is a ghost-like man. He does not wear a helmet like his subordinates, but a three-pronged purple gold crown with long pheasant feathers inserted upside down.

...asking for flowers...

His tough and domineering face was exposed, and he was looking at Dracula with interested eyes.

Boom boom boom!

The red rabbit horse's four hooves pawed and quickly caught up with Wilhelm and the others who were fleeing, and casually waved the ghost Fang Tianji in his hand. The huge halberd blade split each werewolf in half, and finally Lu Bu ruthlessly A hard blow sent Wilhelm flying.

In fact, he wanted to behead the silver monster, but this guy reacted very quickly. At the critical moment, he blocked Lu Bu's halberd with his arms and saved his life.

At the same time, he also used the strength of this blow to fly to Dracula's position and fell to the ground.

"Dracula, we need to join forces, otherwise, none of us will survive today."

Dracula's face was very ugly, while Wilhelm triumphantly pressed the two almost severed arms to the ground and quickly recovered from the injury.

Speaking of which, he was also unlucky, just when he started to act, such a group of terrifying cavalrymen who looked like ghosts and gods came out from his side.

Under their attack, even the terrifying vitality possessed by werewolves is useless, because the werewolves who were hit were basically dismembered by the halberds extending from all directions, and the corpses were trampled into pieces by those terrifying war horses. Meat puree.

Even if he was injured like that, he would die.

Wilhelm also tried to resist, but unfortunately it was of no use. Not only did the opponent have several times the number of his own, but they also cooperated very well with each other. Coupled with the crushing equipment, the strength was not inferior. Wilhelm's Eighty percent of the clansmen were killed by these cavalry in one face-to-face meeting.

Even Wilhelm was stabbed in the stomach by the ghostly man in the lead. If it wasn't for his perverted self-healing ability that this man didn't expect, he probably wouldn't have the chance to heal himself.

"Wilhelm, I will write this down first, and I will settle accounts with you later."

Dracula looked at the men on tall horses and the cavalry who had surrounded them, and drew out his beloved double guns.

"I, Dracula, will fight you, respectable strongman."

Hearing what he said, Lu Bu laughed, raised the ghost Fang Tianji and pointed at Dracula and then at Wilhelm.

"I don't have time to waste with you, you two should take pills together."