I Became the Sun God

If this was all just a dream.

Qin Ran felt that he could accept it.

Apart from anything else, with my current acting skills, it's just like trying to beat up various movie stars.

Just like Dracula now.

What does it mean to be evil, charming, and mad with superiority over all living beings?

There was a faint aura of darkness surrounding him, and Dracula, whose fleshy wings were slowly fanning, looked down at everyone.

The look he looked at the humans below was full of contempt that only a superior person could have, and also full of hatred for their beliefs.

But Dracula didn't come up and kill everyone.

He is like a king who rules all, and wants to bring the fear of being dominated by the vampires back to the world.

"Foolish mortals."

"Your God is nothing but a hypocritical bastard."

"The so-called light and kindness are just made up by his lackeys."

"Haha... God? What's the difference between him and the corrupt gods of Olympus?"

"Is it just because he is more powerful and superior?"

In the rich dark atmosphere, Dracula slowly lowered his height with a terrifying momentum.

He looked at these humans brainwashed by faith with pity:

"Kneel down and surrender to me."

"I will give to some of you the power of eternal life."

"Eternal life...your God will not give you such power."

"For weak mortals, I am your God."

"As long as you surrender to me, you will have everything."

Ignoring the ugly faces of those in the Holy See, Dracula openly proclaimed his power.

What God cannot give you, I can give you.

This feeling was so good that Dracula had an intoxicated expression on his face.

After all, this is St. Peter's Basilica, and it is undoubtedly a huge pleasure for my husband to openly blaspheme the authority of God.

"Filthy creatures of darkness!"

"Our hearts are full of light, and even the so-called eternal life cannot make us abandon our faith."

"If I were to become a rat in the sewer like you, I would rather die right now."

Facing the superior Dracula, an old man with gray hair stood up and yelled at him.

There are many such elderly people on site.

They have believed in God all their lives, and their mantra is “My God.”

Such people have experienced war times, and the faith of God has long been deeply rooted in their hearts.

Especially at their age.

People of this age either already look down upon death, or are more afraid of death than anyone else.

And this old man who stood up is undoubtedly the kind who is no longer afraid of death.

"I admire your courage."

"But ants have no control over their own destiny."

"Understand?"

Dracula's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out and struck the old man, and the old man was sucked into the air without any resistance.

Slender fingers pinched his neck, and Dracula's canine teeth slowly stretched out:

"Don't need the power of eternal life?"

"Then I must give you the power of eternal life."

"I want to see if your God will still protect you if he knows about it."

With the old man's expression of resistance on his face, Dracula bit his neck, and the dark power began to erode his body.

Of course, the essence of this thing is that the black liquid directly fuses and transforms genes.

In this process of transformation, extraordinary power is involved, and what is ultimately reflected is the vampire physique and dark power.

In fact, Qin Ran could have crushed the old man to death.

That would certainly create a greater deterrent.

But Qin Ran could tell that this was a kind and upright old man who never gave up his faith even in the face of darkness.

This is good!

He is Dracula now, but he can also be God in the future.

This old man is obviously his most staunch believer.

Courage and justice!

Such people deserve rewards!

And Qin Ran's reward for him was the vampire's immortal power.

For many people, eternal life is a temptation, a huge temptation that can be paid at all costs.

For some people, falling into darkness and eternal life is a trampling on the soul.

Qin Ran was very curious about what would happen to this old man in the future.

Should you choose to disappear in the sun, or write your own legend while struggling?

Boom!

The old man was thrown to the ground like garbage.

"Do you think he will commit suicide?"

"Oh... you humans still care about so-called family affection, so will he commit suicide?"

Easily giving a mortal dark power, the joking expression on Dracula's face became even heavier.

The next moment, the smile on his face faded, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted!

"Kneel down, everyone!"

"A bunch of despicable and dirty things!"

Under the terrifying atmosphere of darkness, the entire church was filled with darkness, and the statue of God shed tears of blood.

However, God had no choice but to watch everything happen as a statue of His Son Jesus.

Under the powerful dark aura, everyone's souls felt trembling.

No matter how much he resisted in his heart, his body instinctively knelt down.

"Right, that is it."

"Look, all the Popes in the Holy See are on their knees."

Dracula landed on the ground and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he walked up to the Pope and raised his chin with his feet:

"Are you the pope of this generation?"

"It's really disappointing."

"Which of the popes in the past did not have the power of angels?"

"And you... are just a mortal."

Scarlet eyes looked at the Pope, and under the power of controlling blood, the Pope's whole body levitated.

Not only the Pope, but all the senior officials of the Holy See were suspended out of thin air.

"Greedy, lustful, full of desire..."

"Your souls are really rotten to the core."

"Let these mortals see today whether your Son Jesus will protect you."

"I also want to know what will be left of the so-called Holy See without careerists like you."

Dracula levitated along with these senior officials.

The blood turned into a spear in his hand.

"Son?"

"Heh... won't he still be killed?"

The blood spear was held in Dracula's hand. With the unique ability of the vampires, Dracula and the Pope flew towards the huge cross.

Wow!

Dracula stretched out his hand, and the weeping Jesus on the cross was instantly shattered into pieces.

And the Pope was chained to the cross.

"Isn't this described in your Bible?"

"This is how the Holy Son died."

"So... I was wondering if you would be resurrected?"

A cold smile appeared on Dracula's face.

The bloody spear in his hand slowly stabbed towards the Pope's body.

The old pope's eyes widened.

His mind was blank at the moment.

Is it all coming to an end?

When people lift it up, it is covered with cloth.

Then Christianity collapsed completely from itself.

The power of darkness comes back to the world on the corpse of the Cross.

"Oh God…"

In despair, countless pictures emerged in the pope's mind.

In the end, thousands of words turned into a prayer.