the end of the heavens

Repair a lightning rod, it's only 5 minutes, he can afford to wait.

The dwarves looked at each other and kept silent. They went to repair the lightning rod when it was thundering and raining.

"Humph!"

Dracula snorted coldly, a pair of pale bat wings grew from behind, smashed the window and rushed into the rainstorm.

……

Tower top!

Strong wind, heavy rain, lightning, two people.

Russell stared at Frankenstein with bright eyes, and suddenly realized that in this world mission, Frankenstein was the most valuable thing to him.

He despises the blood of vampires and werewolves, and even dislikes them a little.

Angel's bloodline is very noble, but he can't get along with him. Judging from Van Helsing's strength, he knows that he is more than superior than inferior, and the possibility of gaining some benefits from his bloodline is basically zero.

Then there is only Frankenstein left, a life created out of nothing, just listening to it can arouse the desire for research!

Frankenstein was seen trembling, and a mysterious man ran out of the heavy rain. At first, when he saw Father Russell dressed up, he thought it was someone sent by God to rescue him.

Unexpectedly, Russell stood upright on the spot, and the lightning falling from the cloud ignored the lightning rod and struck towards him.

Well, this can be considered a change of direction to save lives!

but……

It's fine if you don't get him off the iron frame, why are his eyes so piercing, they're all shining!

The two stared at each other, and Russell was afraid of making mistakes, so he left Frankenstein alone.He was waiting for Van Helsing to entangle Dracula, and then secretly attacked and snatched the head, and ended the battle with a shot of one hundred thousand volts.

The thunder accumulated in his body was about to burst, and Russell estimated that he had a million volts. Simply put, it was safe!

"Hoohooho!!"

"Dracula!"

A roar sounded from behind, followed by Frankenstein's scream of terror.

The moment Russell turned around, the sixth sense warned of a crisis. Count Dracula flapped his wings and turned into a black shadow, and five pitch-black claws pierced down like steel blades.

then……

The sky-covering water curtain rose out of thin air, Dracula's eyes blurred, and endless rainwater surrounded him from all directions, forming a giant ball of water.As the rain accumulated more and more, the water pressure became more and more terrifying, so that his speed of advancing slowed down.

It wasn't until this moment that Russell turned around, his eyes were full of blue light, and he pierced into the water polo to see Dracula's face clearly.

very...

Pooh!

The elders comb black and straight, they are too feminine; with thin eyebrows, long eyes and sharp chins, their faces are sinister; their eyes are fierce and bloodthirsty, they must be cold-blooded people with vicious hearts...

All in all, this face is useless.

In the water polo, Count Dracula was scrutinized by Russell, and when he noticed the malicious gaze, he immediately hissed and roared.

The sound waves trembled, and the water polo instantly swayed into waves and ripples. The fangs in his mouth opened, his figure swelled and burst through the black dress, and transformed into a humanoid bat over 3 meters tall.

After transforming, Count Dracula's strength soared, and he flapped his wings to fan the water curtain. The increased water pressure seemed to be nothing, and he immediately punctured and swam, and opened his sharp claws to rush towards Russell.

"It's ugly!"

Russell gasped. Dracula's strength was a little too strong, and he clasped his claws together in front of his chest, and slowly squeezed them together.

Following his movements, the rainwater rolled up all over the sky, and the size of the water polo did not enlarge, but shrank step by step.The surface is concave and distorted, out of shape, and the deep pits are embedded one by one, as if being punched several times in the air.

The momentum of Dracula's charge stopped again, and his limbs and chest, including the spread bat wings, twisted together under the enormous pressure.His arms were broken, his chest collapsed, and a pair of wings were directly crushed under heavy pressure. He opened his mouth to vomit blood, but the black blood shrank into a ball strangely.

The pressure inside the water polo was enough to knead steel into dough. Russell's hands trembled, and the pressure exerted had reached the zero point. Looking at Gudella, who was only a breath away, he felt ruthless and put his hands together.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the black inside of the giant water polo exploded, and Dracula's flesh and bones were crushed into pieces, and the water polo couldn't maintain its shape. open.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

Russell doesn't know if Dracula is still alive, but there is nothing wrong with being careful, and making up the knife is a virtue.

What's more, if you don't supplement it, you can't do it. If the thunder and lightning filled in your body don't vent out, it will explode him.

Crackling!

Russell walked around with arcs, his hands poked into the splashing water curtain, and discharged with full power, releasing the backlog of lightning in one go.

Under the cover of boundless darkness, a glaring ball of white light suddenly bloomed above the castle. The strong light pierced through the dark clouds and turned half of the sky into daylight.

Chapter 5 I am the most loyal person

The strong light explosion is only a moment, and the lightning comes and goes quickly, but the destructive power caused by it cannot be underestimated.

A big hole was opened in the dark sky. Under the moonlight, the frozen castle was covered by layers of spreading white steam, and it disappeared invisibly.

Russell swept his eyes, and his magical power strengthened his vision, hearing and other perceptions. He did not find Dracula's whereabouts, and the dark energy floating in the air remained motionless. Everything indicated that Count Dracula was dead.

Real death or fake death?

Russell couldn't make a conclusion at the moment, the system didn't prompt the task to be completed, and it was estimated that the possibility of suspended animation was very high, and his intuition was more inclined to this possibility.

The villains are all like this. They suffer from a disadvantage in the frontal battle and are not sure how to know the way, so they hide in the dark and wait for an opportunity to sneak attack. Russell is very familiar with this routine.

He kept his hands in his cuffs, and slightly hooked his fingers to use the ability of the trident to slowly fill up the torn cloud. If Dracula was really still alive, he would take advantage of the situation and pretend to relax his vigilance to lure him out.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually closed, and the torrential rain that stopped for less than a moment washed down again, dispelling the fog little by little, and pulling the castle into darkness again.

"Are you Frankenstein?"

A thunderbolt strikes, and if it is someone else, the rainstorm and lightning belong to the background board, but it is different here for Russell. The lightning has its own special effects, making him the brightest boy in the audience with a frequency of 125 seconds.

Frankenstein swallowed, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice. "Yes, I am Frankenstein. I don't know if you are?"

"My name is Russell, and I am here to fight against Dracula by the order of the Lord!"

Russell said, with a touch of disdain in his tone, and deliberately amplified his voice, "It's just a vampire that has lived for 400 years. I can clean it up by myself. I really don't understand why the Lord sent Gabriel over."

Frankenstein said that the boss is right, but...can you get him out of the electric chair first?