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Chapter 1494: Holy Hall, Holy Emperor

Dracula walked out of the pool of blood, still holding the rectangular mirror tightly in his hand.

He paced back and forth in the room angrily, thinking of all the solutions he knew that might help him at the moment: magic, memes, luck, faith.
As a former saint, Dracula's understanding of the rules of the multiverse exceeds that of ninety-nine percent of intelligent life, even if we only consider the current multiverse.

Dracula knew that reversing life and death was a big deal. The good news was that he only needed to find a carrier that met the requirements, and he didn't need to actually reverse life and death. Otherwise, he would have to deal with the legendary wheel of reincarnation. But the bad news was that this carrier was closely related to him, so he couldn't just use magic to create a carrier and use it.

Dracula died too early. If he could live to sleep during the Human Revolution, he might have learned that a genius dragon lich appeared among the undead races. As a demigod, he specialized in researching a legendary spell involving the concept of reincarnation. Although it had extremely cumbersome restrictions on use, the [Legendary Spell·Flesh and Blood Derivation] did achieve reincarnation from the soul factor level, allowing a skeleton dragon to derive real flesh and blood, and finally return to the state of a silver dragon.

As Dracula paced, his eyes suddenly fell on the only ordinary person in the room.

Else, the white-haired girl who was captured by Octopus and his friends.

"Temple, sanctuary!" Dracula, who was already having a headache because of the third condition, roared, "Go and kill all those rats hiding in the gutter! Not a single one will be left alive!"

Dracula was tortured by the uneasiness in his dream and was very dissatisfied. He had focused all his attention on the seal before and had not taken care of this matter. He wondered if the remnants of the temple that were not cleaned up that year were going to make a big move on him?
In order to fully enjoy the pleasure of hunting, and also to kill the boredom and emptiness of the time required to complete the impossible mission conditions, Dracula did not kill all the Templar warriors.

Legend, demigod, spiritual position, each step has its own threshold. Unless one has an innate spiritual treasure, Dracula, whose version is still in the primitive calendar, does not think that there will be a situation where a player of a higher level will be able to kill the enemy.

The most powerful among the rebels back then were no more than two legendary wizards and one legendary warrior. In the prehistoric history, such a combination could at most have a place in the racial alliance-level force. If it was a single clan, it could not even make it into the top 2,000.

This is indeed the case. Except for the fact that the leader of the Templar was killed by Dracula himself, the rest of the Templar coalition was no match for Dracula's army at all.

The reason why I keep the people from the Temple is to please myself. If these guys have already threatened my safety and rule, then there is no need to keep them!
Thinking of this, Dracula suddenly clicked on the mirror in his hand.

That was a treasure he obtained in a world. It had no name and did not belong to the category of innate spiritual treasures, but in Dracula's opinion, this thing was no less than an innate spiritual treasure.

He called this thing the Plague Mirror, which could flatten the entire world and then inflict plague on it. In addition to various conventional plagues, there were four types of plagues that could directly transform the army: precision-controlled worms, the living dead, shadow vampires, and giant gorillas. The three legions in Dracula's hands came from this.

"Humph! It's still the same bunch of dead bastards from before!"

Dracula snorted coldly and slid his finger, directly mobilizing all the troops surrounding those strongholds. The zombies, giant gorillas, and the army of dark night vampires provided support, and the Psychic Worms hidden in the dark launched air strikes. With these attacks at all costs, Dracula had seen through the data on the plague mirror that all the temple strongholds had been eliminated.

After doing all this, Dracula threw the Plague Mirror into the pool of blood, but he did not notice that when the last stronghold was about to be destroyed and all the power of the temple was about to be destroyed, a tiny but azure mark appeared on the map.

Sanctuary. Dracula opened his hand, and a huge iron cage emerged from the castle, and then smashed heavily towards Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng was imprisoned in an iron cage, which was densely carved with tiny runes. The runes emitted a light that was specifically used to suppress the effect of werewolf transformation. These were some techniques that Dracula learned during his multiple plane transfers, and he also learned them from the Crusades in various planes.

"Why aren't you going yet? Are you waiting here for me to celebrate for you?!"

Dracula, who had imprisoned Zhang Heng, saw that his three brides had rushed out to destroy the remnants of the temple, and the octopus brought by Else was still standing there, and a pair of sharp fangs slowly emerged.

"No, great Master Dracula, your servant has made a great discovery. I have found the miracle that will satisfy your needs."

"What did you say?!"

The octopus lowered his head, trying his best to prevent Dracula from seeing his expression, and then reported all the information his clone had obtained in the temple stronghold belonging to the Spider Knight.

When Chu Hao and Ares were communicating through the instrument left by Tony Stark, they mentioned Vision.

Whether it is the original artificial intelligence Vibranium body Vision, or the current Frankenstein Vision, they are essentially living things transformed from inanimate objects, which perfectly meets the third condition for Dracula to ascend to the throne.

"But sir, this information is from several days ago."

"It doesn't matter. No matter how fast they run, they can't escape this world!"

A pair of huge bat wings suddenly spread out, stirring up a gust of wind. The originally irritable Dracula regained his elegance that he had not shown for a long time, as if he was sure of victory.

"As long as they can't escape this world, they can't escape from my palm!"

Dracula rushed out of the castle and left the territory he had not stepped out of for nearly a hundred years.

The smell that was enough to make a normal person collapse blew in Dracula's face along with the strong wind, but Dracula didn't care at all. He had endured this feeling for many years. Although he came up with the idea of ​​hiding in a pool of blood in order to alleviate some of the torture he had to endure during this period, he was still tortured by this smell all the time in the first fifty years.

Now that victory is at hand, what is there to be unbearable?
Looking up at the full moon, Dracula, who wanted to roar to the sky, seemed to have seen the moment when he would re-imprint the Holy Way on the high latitudes. He swore that by then he must be as far away from the Kingdom of the Lord of Holy Light as possible!
(End of this chapter)