Chapter 495
End Of Heavens Chapter 495
2019-12-28
Chapter 493 is not a problemThe story of Dracula's count is widely circulated. Although it is dirty water splashed by the enemy, it sounds like a Very immersive.
According to legend, Dracula Count is a powerful Knight who leads the believers of the Lord and defeats pagans again and again on the battlefield, and is extremely devout to the Lord's faith.
His prestige made the enemy become terror-stricken at the news, but also attracted all kinds of tricks and frame-ups.
During an expedition, Dracula Count's wife was deceived by the enemy's eloquent words, mistakenly thinking that her husband had died in battle, and committed suicide in grief.
According to the doctrine, suicide desecrates life and is not qualified to enter heaven, only to be cast into hell.
Count Dracula fought for the Lord all his life, while his wife was thrown into hell.
A man who turned into a son of darkness, turned his back on God's belief, and became a servant to the devil, not for rights and honors, but only to protect his love.
From a modern point of view, Dracula count is a pure man, just as admirable as a guy who dares to jerk off on the Empire State Building for his beloved woman!
But in the world of [Van Helsing], Dracula is not a tragic hero, nor is he worthy of sympathy, he is a complete devil's minion, trying to erode the entire world with darkness.
The most disdainful thing is that he actually has three wives, and they are all beautiful.
Simply shameless!
The three vampire brides, Verona, Aleera and Marishka, are beautiful, vicious and full of femme fatales.
Verona sees Selene as Anna Princess, was cut off the head for underestimating the enemy, and completely cooled down, and the other two brides are in a very bad situation at this time.
The vampire bride, Aleera, was hit by an ultraviolet bullet and fell from the sky into the house. She managed to recover. As soon as she walked out of the wood house, she was surrounded by Michael and five werewolf soldiers.
Looking at the dark muzzle, Aleera's expression froze. Having tasted the power of ultraviolet bullets, she did not dare to despise her carelessness, and immediately transformed into a bat-wing Banshee.
"Fire!"
Clusters of flames erupted, and the werewolf soldiers were forced to stop before they finished firing their magazines.
Aleera fluttered and flew so fast that the werewolf soldiers' eyes couldn't keep up.
The sharp claw waved, the bat wings swept across, and in just one breath, the five werewolf soldiers broke their hands and feet, collapsed their chests, and fell towards all directions under the impact of a powerful force.
If it is an ordinary person, the injury is basically dead. Aleera also feels like this, the lingering dark smell of the werewolf has been subconsciously ignored by her, and it is normal for the exorcist to get a little irritable. .
Looking at the last person in the arena, that is Michael, Aleera was full of coquettishness, a hint of intoxication flashed in her eyes: "Handsome boy, your blood must be extremely sweet."
Realizing that Aleera wanted to sleep himself, Michael suddenly became vigilant and said with a stern face: "Sorry, I already have someone I like, and only she can taste my blood."
"hmph hum, this can be done by Not you!"
Aleera screamed, fluttered her wings and rushed towards Michael, the white phantom crossed an erratic route, and when it reappeared, it was already behind Michael.
Aleera clasped Michael's shoulders with both hands and opened his fangs at the artery in his neck. The handsome and handsome man had a fatal temptation for her. Drying each other's blood can also give her pleasure.
However, just as Aleera was about to open her mouth, she noticed something was wrong. Michael's skin suddenly turned blue, and the muscles on his shoulders swelled twice.
A mutated dark creature!
Aleera's heart shuddered, and she drew back her fangs and retreated.
It's too late!
Michael put his hands behind him, his arms were angular, like a solid stone statue carved by a knife and an axe. He grabbed Aleera's head and threw him over the shoulder, hitting him on the ground with a bang.
With a muffled sound, the muddy ground sank into a big pit, and Aleera bounced up and fell again, throwing up blood. Looking at it again, there is a ferocious-looking blue-skinned monster in front of him, there is no other handsome blond guy.
"roar roar roar!!"
Michael roared, grabbed Aleera's bat wing, and tore it down.
He knows that he lacks EXP in battle. He used to fight with Selene and Lucian, and he took the initiative to take on the auxiliary role of the human shield, that is, to fight. Today, against the enemy alone, what will he say will not make it easy for the opponent? Leave.
Young people don't understand routines, and they don't have many tricks in battle, but they have the strength to get close to a Tortoise Fist, and they can still defeat strong enemies repeatedly.
Simply put, just be reckless!
Aleera was pinned to the ground by two large hands, her wings were violently torn off, and she screamed in pain. In the next second, countless fist shadows hit her head, like rapid-fire machine gun bullets, smashing sunken fist marks on her head, chest and abdomen.
Aleera was short of breath for a while, her chest was sunken and she couldn't breathe, and her body was smashed to the ground by the huge force.
bang! bang! bang! Bang------
Michael was reluctant, his arms swung faster and faster like a machine, his fierce punches crushed flesh and blood, and he didn't care if he was splattered with blood.
Aleera's chest, abdomen and head were beaten into flesh, leaving only her limbs intact. The free dark matter gathered to make up for the wounds she suffered, and repair her broken body little by little.
When Michael saw this, he roared loudly, and the shadows that fell from his fists formed into one piece, ravaging down like a hydraulic machine, and the speed of destruction instantly exceeded the speed of Aleera's self-healing.
A moment later, Michael gasping for breath withdrew his hands, his arms were sore and numb and he lost consciousness. Under him, the flesh and the sludge were mixed, and it was indistinguishable.
Black mist rises, the second vampire bride, beaten to death by fledgling Michael forcibly.
Three vampire brides, two have died so far, Verona is due to her own negligence, and Aleera is... well, to get to the bottom of the reason, it is still due to carelessness.
The last vampire bride, Marishka...
She was lucky. After repairing the wound caused by the ultraviolet bullet, she fluttered her wings and rushed into the castle. ...exorcist.
A fake priest who doesn't look like a good person, a coquettish noble bitch, and a middle-aged brawny man who looks like a slave.
Not enough to kill at all!
Marishka grinned: "Welcome to Transylvania, outsiders, I say hello to you on behalf of Dracula count, the master here, and now... pay for your arrogance!"
"So ugly..."
Luo Su tilted his head and glanced at Marishka, the beauty's head was placed on the monster, and the shape was a bit like Marcus, but I don't know if the Dracula count is from the [Underworld] world vampire creator.
"Sir, is this just to kill or stay?"
Amelia lowered her head and blew in Luo Su's ear, boasting of a different identity and unwilling to participate in the battle, but she felt Tell her that Marishka was just yelling at her.
"Kill it!"
Luo Su also brows slightly wrinkle, the priest's intuition told him that Marishka was scolding him just now.
There are three vampire brides anyway, killing one and two more is not a big problem.
"I follow your orders!"
Amelia pulled out the Knight's sword from the sword box, stared coldly at Luo Su's dog-leg Lucian, and walked towards Marishka with a swaying waist. past.
Stinky bitch!
Looking at the pretentious Amelia, Marishka flashed jealousy in her eyes, and waved her sharp claw to grab her face...
(End of this chapter)