End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The torrential rain swept down and turned into a huge palm with a diameter of several kilometers, grasping the black bat swarm that covered the sky and the sun.

Russell glanced at the fleeing bats and ignored them. He manipulated the water to stir and pulled Lucien's group out alone.

The disheveled guys showed the palpitations of the rest of their lives, and there were too many black bats. If it weren't for the four mixed bloods with strong melee capabilities, it was impossible to wait for Russell to arrive.

Anna and Weeken's faces were pale. The two brothers and sisters were protected in the middle of the team. They felt that they were a drag, and they felt very uncomfortable.

Rumble! !

There was another thunder, and Russell felt the humming of the figure in his hand, innocently said that he couldn't blame him for being struck by lightning, he could only blame God, and he had no moral integrity at all.

Looking down, Fan Helsing's face was full of lovelessness, so he laughed sarcastically and threw it towards the hanging stone bridge, directly hitting Anna's arms.

The two fell to the ground, Fan Helsing lay on top of Anna, his trembling body stopped abruptly, the lightning's paralyzing effect was over, but a second later, the guy trembled rapidly, and he just shook out a double image.

No one was paying attention to the corner on the edge of the battlefield. The victim Anna groaned twice, slapped Fan Helsing away, and stood up as if nothing had happened.

Fan Helsing was full of drama, and continued to lie on his stomach to indicate that he didn't do it on purpose. Some things he knew were sentimental, and if he made it clear, he was playing hooligans.

He has lived for hundreds of years, and he has a little understanding of the ranks in this regard, and knows how to measure, so that he can take advantage of it without making the other party disgusted.

The younger sister was hooked up under the nose, and Weeken didn't see it. For a younger sister, it is undoubtedly disqualified. But the escape from the dead has not yet slowed down, and there is another big drama in front of him, which is understandable.

Russell raised his hand in the air, and his empty palm was suddenly clenched into a fist, and the big hand turned into rain was clenched at the same time. The water droplets splashed, and the black bat swarm was crushed instantly, and the flesh and rain merged into a foul-smelling mud.

Russell glanced at it in disgust, threw the ball of dirty water into the abyss, and raised his hand to attract another curtain of water.

"Van Helsing, what were those bats just now? Did you see Dracula?"

Russell stepped on the waves and landed, ignoring the adoring eyes of everyone, and went directly to the lying corpse of Fan Helsing, and lifted him up from the ground.

Fan Helsing's mouth slanted and his eyes slanted, and he twitched occasionally. His acting skills were superb, as if the effect of the paralyzing buff was still there.

Russell said faintly: "Quickly answer, or there will be thunder again!"

Van Helsing stood up straight when he heard the words: "Those bats are the incarnation of Dracula. The devil gave him the ability to split into thousands of bats. As long as one is still alive, it can be resurrected infinitely."

"What a troublesome ability..."

Russell frowned slightly, and he was another person who did not abide by the law of energy conservation!

"Thinking about it from another angle, the strength of the split individuals is poor, so this move is very common." Fan Helsing was very open-minded. If it was a person, he could come and go as he wanted, no matter how many bats he had, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

"I didn't mean that..."

Russell said solemnly: "If he splits into a separate individual and hides in a corner that no one knows, wouldn't it be impossible to kill forever?"

Van Helsing frowned slightly, looked around vigilantly, and approached Russell quietly: "You must not have forgotten that a werewolf can kill Dracula, and your five werewolf brothers may become the trump card."

"They can't!"

Russell shook his head resolutely. He has done research, and the werewolf blood in the two worlds is not connected. The five werewolf warriors did not have the werewolf virus that Dracula was afraid of.

"Because the strength is too weak?"

Van Helsing was thoughtful. He had just captured a prisoner in the castle and obtained an important piece of information. Dracula had an antidote to the werewolf virus.

If... is if, not true!

He was infected with the werewolf virus, and the werewolf he turned into must be stronger than Russell's five followers. After killing Dracula, he injected the antidote and turned back into a human.

Isn't it a perfect solution to the problem?

"on the one hand!"

Russell took a deep look at Fan Helsing, and said bluntly: "I know what you are thinking, don't dream, there will be no full moon to transform you tonight."

"Not necessarily, the weather will change as soon as it changes, maybe it will clear up in a while."

"Shut up!" Russell rolled his eyes. If there is no thunder or rain, the situation will only get worse!

The environment of the floating stone bridge was dangerous, and there was an abyss under the feet. Everyone didn't want to stay for a long time, so they hurried to the other side of the castle. There are Frankensteins, the initiative is on them, and Dracula will come to the door.

Everyone advanced along the suspended stone path, and quickly ran to the tower on the other side of the frozen castle. Except for Russell, everyone else hated thunder and rain.

Rumble!

A flash of thunder passed by and hit Russell right in the middle. Several people around consciously retreated a safe distance, and they were already used to this scene.

Van Helsing at the front stopped and grabbed the long sword from Anna's hand. Russell looked forward and saw the gloomy Count Dracula standing at the end of the road.

With long black hair tied behind his head, and a handsome yet majestic face, Dracula walked out of the tower with graceful steps and stopped on the only way.

"Van Helsing? Gabriel?"

Dracula sneered, read the two names back and forth, and finally said meaningfully: "We are part of this game, but we are not competitors, but puppets manipulated by others..."

"You are carrying a curse, and I am also carrying a curse. We can join forces and become comrades-in-arms and companions, not necessarily enemies."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Dracula expressed his ambition. He was unwilling to be subdued all the time. He wanted to become the king and the one and only.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying."

Fan Helsing waited to die for more than four hundred years, and had no interest in Dracula's ambitions. He charged with his long sword upside down, and the tip of the sword rubbed against the ground, shooting out a series of sparks. He cut off Dracula's head neatly.

The headless body stood still, and the flying head turned into hundreds of black bats, knocking Fan Helsing out.

The bats return, converging on the headless body, reincarnating as a head that remains graceful.

"Gabriel, you saw it too, you can't kill me at all!"

After the words fell, Count Dracula's face changed slightly, thick water walls rose on the left and right sides of the stone path, and the huge spherical water curtain isolated the space, enclosing Dracula alone.

Crash!

As soon as the water curtain gained momentum, it was torn apart by a pair of sharp claws. Dracula suffered a loss once, and instantly turned into a 3-meter-tall humanoid bat and forcibly protruded.

After he came out, he glared at Russell viciously: "You nondescript priest, I swear I will suck your blood dry."

"You can try!"

Russell scanned the system's personal panel, deliberating whether to use that skill card. 8)

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