End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

In the middle of the forest, in an open space covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, a thick log stood in the soil, with a handsome young Caucasian man hanging from it.

The young man was hanging with both hands, and the rope was tied loosely. To be precise, he stretched out his hands to hold the rope, pretending to be hung up.

Considering that the camera has not yet been invented, it is impossible for a crew to go into the mountains to shoot, and it is not popular to place it in the wild these days, so the young man tied the logs by himself, in fact, using himself as a bait to lure the enemy to attack.

The young man is the Prince Wickon that Russell and others are looking for. His sister, Princess Anna, and several servants are hiding in the grass, setting a trap to capture and kill Count Dracula's minion, a werewolf.

Except for a circle of open space in the center of the column, the surrounding dense forest is dark, and the white fog is hazy, so the vision is not clear.

The work of baiting is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be buried in the belly of the wolf. Weeken has been on guard for a long time, and he has already been frightened.

At this time, there was a low growl sounded in the dense forest, and Viken heard the muscles all over his body tense, and sweat slid down his temples. After a while, seeing the werewolf standing still, he suppressed his fear and used aggressive methods: "Hey, I know you are here So, Dracula sent you here to kill me, what are you waiting for?"

"Ho Ho Ho—"

The wolf roared, and a huge figure rushed out with the strong wind, stomping heavily on the ground with its hind legs, and in the blink of an eye, it jumped in front of Viken.

The moment the werewolf roared, Weeken grabbed the rope, turned over and stood on the log, narrowly avoiding the attack of the werewolf.

He dared to bring people to hunt and kill werewolves, and he used himself as a bait, and he had already made complete preparations. I saw him stepping on the log and jumping upwards, catching the hanging rope in the air, and someone in the grass turned the pulley to pull him up high.

I can't laugh for more than three seconds!

Seeing that the distance from the werewolf was getting farther and farther away, the pulley suddenly got stuck, and The Weekn was suspended in midair with an MMP expression on his face. The werewolf quickly climbed up the log, his huge body kept jumping up, every time he swung his claws, Viken barely avoided it.

"Pull me up!!"

With the werewolf's sharp claws and bloody mouth under his feet, Viken was so frightened that he could smell bad breath.

Seeing that her brother's life was in danger, Princess Anna jumped out of the grass and killed the werewolf without caring much.

Since Anna was also on the hunting list, the werewolf saw her, immediately turned around and gave up on Viken, jumped off the log, hissed and majestic in mid-air, and then... fell into the pit.

In the grass, the long-awaited servant cut the trap rope, and a huge iron cage rose from the pit, and the werewolf was locked inside.

Weeken pulled out a pistol with silver bullets to shoot, and was hit by the rising iron cage and fell on the branch and suffered some minor injuries, but the pistol disappeared somewhere.

The crowd surged in the grass, and seven or eight servants rushed out, raising their guns and shooting at the werewolf.

It's strange that they made cumbersome plans, surveying the dense forest, digging pits and burying iron cages, and even Vikun would not hesitate to risk himself, but they just didn't want to buy a few more silver bullets.

A group of people crackled and fired wildly for a long time, but the werewolf didn't do anything, but broke the rope that lifted the iron cage.

People are unlucky enough to drink water and have gaps between their teeth. Some people are unlucky because of bad luck, and some people are unlucky due to lack of pre-work.

Anna belongs to the latter,

Just as he was about to pick up the pistol with silver bullets, a large iron cage fell from the sky in front of him.

The iron cage fell to the ground and fell into a comminuted fracture. The werewolf and Anna faced each other, their smiles gradually grim.

The servants fled watching the wind, Anna didn't have time to pick up the gun, without saying a word, she stepped on her two long, strong and tight legs, and ran away without a trace.

"Ho Ho Ho!!" The werewolf tore through the iron cage and followed Anna on all fours.

Beauty, Beast, Grove...

After chasing me and fleeing, Anna's face turned pale, and there was an abyss ahead, and there was nowhere to escape!

The hurricane came, and the roar was close to her ears. Anna barely raised her long sword, and faced the werewolf who was rushing from the sky, her eyes were full of determination.

At the critical moment, Weeken exploded with his sister-controlling power, overtook the werewolf in two steps, pushed his sister Anna away, and resolutely opened his hands to go into the abyss with the werewolf.

In general, the bait tactics formulated by The Weekn and Anna are too idealistic, and the cruel reality is unwilling to buy it, which leads to all kinds of blood in the implementation of the plan, from beginning to end.

Hmm... Fortunately, the rot is relatively uniform, and there are no prominent rotten spots!

If nothing else, The Weeknd and Ana will pay in blood for their recklessness and sloppiness, and the one who survives will learn his lesson and grow into a strong warrior overnight.

However, accidents always come one after another. The hero saves the beauty not only the privilege of the elder brother, but also the passing wild exorcist.

Boom!

With a gunshot, a cloud of blood exploded on the side of the werewolf, his ferocious howl turned into a whimper, and his body fell to the ground and rolled twice.

The werewolf's self-healing ability is amazing, and the wound heals quickly. Seeing that something is wrong, Weeken flees with his sister Anna. The two ran all the way, and saw the savior at the source of the gunshots.

With a group of twelve fast horses, Russell put the sand eagle back into his sleeve, and said condescendingly, "I see the two are in such a mess, so they must be Prince Wickon and Princess Anna?"

The words were a bit distasteful, but there was no way to repay the life-saving grace, and Viken didn't feel relieved, and hurriedly said: "Everyone, leave quickly, only silver bullets can kill the werewolf, and it will come after it soon."

While speaking, Weeken froze in place when he saw Serena on the horse. At the same time, Michael also saw Anna and was also dumbfounded.

Two Serena (Anna), happy x2?

Serena and Anna were stunned and stared at each other for a long time, unable to speak. Van Helsing finally understood why the townspeople said that someone was pretending to be Princess Anna. This is too similar, except that the hairstyle is almost a replica, even... ahem, he believes that they are real sisters.

"Ho Ho Ho—"

Roaring and roaring came, the severe pain aroused the ferocity of the werewolf, his limbs moved, turned into an afterimage and rushed over from the cliff, and then... slammed on the brakes to stop.

The werewolf hissed and snarled at Russell and the others. The instinct of the beast warned the group of people that it was dangerous, but the prey was right in front of them, and he hesitated for a while, not knowing what to do.

"Everyone, you don't need to talk about chivalry to deal with monsters like werewolves who only know how to kill. Let's fight together!" Fan Helsing drew his sword. I feel uncomfortable all over, and I want to find a guy who is connected with my fate, to be depressed with him.

After Fan Helsing finished speaking, no one paid any attention to him. After a while, he put his sword back into the scabbard shamelessly, and whispered to Russell, "Why pretend you didn't hear it, it shouldn't be like this."

Russell snorted coldly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "One, two, three, four, five, catch that werewolf, don't kill him, I want to study it."

Swish!

The five werewolf warriors got off their horses, took off their jackets and outer pants under the shocked gaze of Weeken and Anna, and roared in unison.

Five black werewolves over two meters tall stood up, baring their teeth and moving their hands and feet, surrounding the shivering little brother.

Although they are all werewolves, they are of different species. Russell's werewolves are strong and strong, with black and shiny hair, and they are positive characters at first glance.

Dracula's minions, on the other hand, were covered in yellow feces and had a sallow and emaciated complexion. They were malnourished and lacked calcium for a long time.

The hair on the werewolf's body exploded, and he roared frantically to indicate that he was in danger, but it was useless, and he was still beaten!

"Aww! Aww, aww~~"

The werewolf was beaten up and screamed. Russell took a look, then looked away, and coughed lightly: "Continue with the topic just now, I saw the two look stupid, they must be Prince Weeken and Princess Anna, right?"

Viken swallowed, faced the werewolf boss, and hurriedly protected his sister behind him: "Yes, I am Viken, what can I do for you?"

"Prince Wiccan, I heard you are rich?"

"No……"

"Huh!?" Russell snorted softly, looking past Viken and looking at Anna.

"No... that's right, I have nothing but money!"

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