End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

In the dense forest, Russell squatted on the ground to study werewolves. According to The Weeknd, Dracula has a werewolf virus that can continuously produce newborn werewolves.

These words evoked Russell's memory, the werewolf was Count Dracula's natural enemy, only the werewolf could kill him.

He is afraid of werewolves, but he is reluctant to bear the ability of werewolves to act during the day, so there is always a werewolf around him as a minion, and he has also developed an antidote to the werewolf virus.

This made Russell suspect that the origins of werewolves and vampires in the [Underworld] world were all related to this earl, and the study of werewolves was also to confirm this.

And Dracula can only be killed by a werewolf...

The reason is unknown, maybe a curse, maybe something else.

But it's hard to say if it's true or not. Anyway, Russell scoffed at it, thinking it was a rumor with little knowledge and no credibility at all.

People will die if they are killed, and gods are no exception, not to mention Count Dracula!

Unable to kill can only show that the strength is not enough, nothing else.

If the rumors are true, only a werewolf can kill Count Dracula, then he is invincible, and God will give him some face.

Therefore, werewolves can be Dracula's natural enemies, but by no means only werewolves can kill him.

Five werewolf soldiers held the little brother down, and each punched him to prevent him from making a sound, so as not to disturb Russell's research.

Being studied by others, it's fine if you don't take anesthesia, and you are not allowed to make a sound when you are in pain. The poor guy lowered his head and wiped his tears, making the onlookers applaud.

It was mainly Weekend and Anna who were applauding. When they learned that Van Helsing, Russell and others had come here specially to eliminate Dracula, the smiles on their faces never stopped.

Van Helsing doesn't want money, but Russell asks for a sky-high fee. The reputation is not for personal profit, but to invest sponsorship money in the great cause of exorcism for the benefit of all beings.

There are many lies, and it is false at first sight!

What made Van Helsing speechless was that the Weeknd was more inclined to Russell between the two. He would rather sell the pot and sell the iron, and bet on the ancestral fief than to ask him for free.

I have seen five werewolf warriors transform, and Russell and his party are numerous and powerful, each with extraordinary bearing. Looking at Van Helsing and his rookie assistant, The Weeknd decided that cheap is not good, and resolutely chose Russell's offer.

It doesn't matter if it's more expensive, as long as it can save my sister's life... No, as long as the nine generations of ancestors can ascend to heaven, the territory doesn't matter, the prince will be whoever he likes.

What's wrong with having nothing, Anna is his greatest wealth, owning Anna is equivalent to owning the whole world!

As for Van Helsing, Weeken greeted people with a smile on the surface, but in fact he responded with an indifferent attitude. Anyway, he didn't need money, so he treated it as a gift.

Boom!

Russell took the pistol handed over by the werewolf soldier, pulled the trigger, and hit the werewolf's chest. Purple light bloomed from the single hole, and the blood vessels near the werewolf's wound were quickly dyed deep purple.

Under his magic-filled eyes, the free dark elements in the air replenished and neutralized the ultraviolet radiation attached to the werewolf's wound. After a while, all injuries were healed.

Russell frowned. The same is true for the Headless Horseman and the werewolf. Could it be that the power of science is so vulnerable in the world of mythology?

After thinking about it for a while, he laughed at himself. It was the same sentence. If you can't kill him, it just means that you are not strong enough.

The fact that ultraviolet bullets can't kill doesn't mean that ultraviolet grenades can't kill them.

If an ultraviolet nuclear warhead comes and a small sun is built on the spot, let alone a werewolf, his immediate boss Dracula X100 will have to finish playing!

"My lord, only silver weapons can kill a werewolf!" Weeken and Anna reminded him friendly.

Russell was too lazy to talk, nodded and refused to say more, Fan Helsing leaned over curiously, took the gun from Russell's hand, and looked at the row of ultraviolet bullets in the clip, showing strong interest.

His assistant, Carl, is an ascetic monk, a top scientific research talent cultivated by the church, and he snatched the ultraviolet bullet and let out bursts of exclamation.

"Russell, is this a new type of exorcism weapon?" Van Helsing asked.

"Ultraviolet bullets can restrain dark creatures, and have lethal power against ghosts that can only move at night, such as vampires." Russell said, with the Edman alloy long knife in his hand, the sword light bloomed, and chopped the little white werewolf into pieces.

As it turns out, the werewolf is pretty damn dead even without the silver weapon!

The test items have lost their research value, so they are left useless and destroyed on the spot to avoid damaging the ecological environment.

What hurt Russell was that the werewolves in the two worlds were not of the same origin. He didn't care who the real ancestor of the werewolves was. He was afraid of killing Dracula, and there was still no movement on the world mission.

Hearing Russell's answer, Van Helsing was silent for a long time, and slowly said: "Money is all a lie, and you all came here for Dracula from the beginning."

Russell laughed, "Why do you say that?"

"The weapons you carry are all ultraviolet weapons that can restrain vampires..." Van Helsing hesitated when he said this, "Can you tell me about the forces behind you? To develop such weapons, at least one country must have wealth Backed by technology."

Russell patted Van Helsing's shoulder, raised his chest and raised his head: "You think too much, we are the Lord's soldiers!"

"I don't like to talk, I don't want to care about these crap things."

Van Helsing shrugged, feeling really relieved. Everyone had the same goal and came here to kill Dracula, so there would be no contradictions and conflicts.

To be honest, Van Helsing was very fortunate that he was not an enemy. He had no idea about Russell and the others, and he really wanted to fight... well, he had already fought once, and he was beaten all the way.

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castle!

The Villeris family has declined, and the number of people is low. In the generation of Viking, only he and his sister Anna are left.

However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, the fief of the Villeris family has always been there, and the wealth-raising ability of the nobles should not be underestimated. The castle with an astonishing area in front of them is the best example.

Van Helsing was right that even though the gypsies were all paupers, the Wickon and Anna, as members of the royal family, were still very rich.

In the main hall of the restaurant, more than ten people were dining at the extended dining table. Russell and his party saved the lives of Viken and Anna. They are the benefactors of the Villeris family and received the most noble courtesy.

The maids who came and went put the plates on the dining table, and Weeken got up and poured the red wine that had been preserved for many years for everyone.

However, except for the Wickens, Van Helsing and his assistant Carl, Russell was the only one eating, and Amelia was serving at the side, and no one else had the intention of using a knife and fork.

"What's the matter, isn't it to your taste?"

Weeken asked awkwardly, Amelia and Serena have strong auras, and their words and deeds are the demeanor and temperament that can only be possessed by the top nobles, which makes the country rich people a little lack of confidence.

Russell smiled and kindly explained: "The food is delicious, but they are picky eaters. It just so happens that there is nothing they like on the table. But it doesn't matter, they won't starve to death without eating for three to five days!"

Weeken straightened his face and said seriously: "Master Priest, it is an honor for the Villeris family to entertain you, and it is also my duty and responsibility. Please tell me your favorite food, and I will let someone do it. Do not refuse."

"Excellent!"

Russell raised his hand and compared his thumbs: "Prince Wiccan is really generous, so I'll just say it straight."

"Please don't be polite. If you can't satisfy everyone, the Villeris family will be deeply ashamed."

"Human blood, it would be even better if it was the blood of a beautiful girl, such as... Anna!"

The Weeknd: "..."

Anna: "..."

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