The mastermind behind this started by creating a strange story

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In the night sky, Dracula is wreaking havoc on the fighter planes in the sky. As a powerful killing weapon of human civilization, the fighter planes are completely unable to stop Dracula.

Dracula raised his hand and shook it slightly, and a fighter plane turned into pieces in his hand.

Even Dracula doesn't need to deal with the hovering fighter planes. He just needs to kill the pilots, and then even the best fighter planes will have no choice but to crash.

But… where’s the fun in that?

As an immortal vampire who has lived for thousands of years, it is difficult for Dracula to find anything that interests him.

Only new things that he has never seen, that are new and represent the progress of the times can arouse his slight interest.

Even though these are deadly weapons, they are only deadly to humans and cannot cause him any harm.

"Please me with your lives!"

Dracula's icy face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, actually revealed a hint of madness. Although there was no fun in fighting, it could make him a little happy.

Fighter planes flew over from afar one after another, but neither the precision strikes nor the firepower coverage could hurt Dracula.

Even the air force commander who was watching the battle felt despair.

But something unexpected happened at the scene being broadcast in real time, and a black cloud rose up from Brown Castle.

The black gas rising into the sky attracted Dracula's attention, causing him to pause in his slaughtering movements, and he just froze in mid-air!

What a good opportunity! The air force commander who had been commanding the air battle slammed his fist hard on the command platform.

"Quick, get rid of him now!"

The Air Force commander couldn't wait to issue orders. He was so excited that he wanted to go on the field and control the fighter planes to launch missiles. Of course, it was just a thought.

He would not put himself in danger.

Although he was also shocked by the rising black air, the professional fighter pilot reacted quickly.

Contact your companions in the fighter plane and together launch missiles at Dracula who is suspended in mid-air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom...!"

The incessant roar continued to sound, and the dazzling light flashed in the air.

Until the dark curtain came.

The darkness completely absorbed all the light from the sky and earth. It was pitch dark, and every driver dared not act rashly for fear of bumping into their companions.

A few seconds later, the black curtain disappeared and the result of the bombing appeared. What came into view was the armor without any damage. The black armor still looked old, without any trace of bombing on it.

"Report! The enemy is unharmed..."

"Okay, that's enough of the game, now it's time for the real main course!"

Dracula tilted his head slightly, and his scarlet eyes swept across the fighter planes that were still surrounding him. With just this glance, the pilot in the cockpit felt as if his heart was being squeezed.

No, not as if. The next moment, all the fighter planes swept by Dracula fell to the ground, and the pilots inside had lost their lives.

Through the real-time video recording, the air force commander also felt as if his heart was being squeezed.

After Dracula withdrew his gaze, the air force commander slumped in his seat, breathing heavily.

That look, he really thought he was going to die, that cold look that looked down on an ant...

So the fight they just had was just a game in the eyes of the other party?

When thinking of this conclusion, the Air Force commander felt humiliated, followed by endless anger!

"Damn it, does having supernatural powers mean you can do whatever you want?"

Chapter 104 Standard Liberation

Brown ruins.

Van Helsing had just hung the pendant around his waist when he saw Dracula flying towards him.

He could see the madness on his face even from such a distance.

He shook the crossbow with his right hand, and the crossbow, which was originally made of iron sheets, began to expand and grow in an extremely unscientific way.

The iron sheets that made up the crossbow clung to Van Helsing's right arm, disintegrating and reorganizing, gradually wrapping up his right arm.

It looks like a cyberpunk robotic arm, but compared to a cyberpunk robotic arm, this right arm wrapped in a crossbow is more like a steampunk robotic arm.

The ferocious argali head is embedded on the back of the hand, the barrel of the gun is stuck on the inside of the arm like a hidden blade, and the grip is disassembled and moved to the elbow to serve as protection for the elbow joint.

Van Helsing took off his top hat and threw it onto the ruins on the side.

"Oh!"

There was a sound of landing, stirring up a cloud of dust. Dracula waved his hand and walked out of the dust.

"You are indeed here."

Dracula had a crazy smile on his face. His destined enemy was also the only one who could make him feel the joy of fighting.

"You should leave first. I want to have a good chat with an old friend."

Dracula suddenly said this without knowing why, but Yoko Onodera, who had been on guard against Van Helsing, knew that he was talking to her.

"……Yes."

After hesitating for a moment, Yoko Onodera, who wanted to say something, finally did not open her mouth. She just answered yes and ran down the mountain.

Looking at Yoko Onodera leaving, Van Helsing frowned slightly. He originally wanted to kill the vampire Yoko Onodera, but Dracula's reaction was too fast.

"It's not good to be distracted during a battle~"

The moment the words fell, Dracula suddenly raised his hands, formed a rectangle with his gestures, and at the same time, the corners of his crazy face rose!

"Standard...liberation!"

In an instant, Dracula's body twisted and shadows covered his entire body. At the same time, blood-red eyes opened from the shadows.

Being stared at by the blood-red eyes, Van Helsing did not feel any fear. Such eyes would only work on ordinary people without special abilities.

For a strong man like him who is as strong as Dracula, the blood-red eyes are of no use.

Suddenly, the shadow shrank back into Dracula's body, and his eyes closed as the shadow disappeared.

At this moment, Dracula's figure, completely covered by shadows, appeared again, but this time, he looked different.

The clothes on his body changed into a double-breasted dress with a red ribbon decoration on the collar. He wore a white shirt underneath and a gorgeous blood-red coat on the outside.

The corners of the coat have deep red wrinkles, and the blood-red coat replaces the dark black cloak. Dracula looks younger and more handsome, his sparse stubble disappears, and his face becomes softer.

The only things that remained unchanged were his long curly black hair and blood-red eyes.

"You are worth my best efforts."

Dracula, who seemed like a completely changed person, spoke slowly. His voice was still deep and melodious, which had not changed.

Seeing the changed Dracula, Van Helsing raised his wrapped right arm, palm erect, revealing the muzzle of the crossbow.

"Oh!"

Without too much nonsense, Van Helsing launched the attack directly. There was no point in saying more, fighting was the best communication.

The bullet with black light shot towards Dracula at an extremely fast speed. Seeing this, Dracula simply let the shadow attach itself to his body again at an even faster speed.

In less than a second, Dracula merged into the shadows faster than a bullet.

Seeing this, Van Helsing jumped high, activated the crossbow, and dozens of black rays of light shot towards Dracula again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The ground that was hit exploded completely, and holes were formed after being corroded.

A cloud of black smoke rose from the corroded hole, and was dissipated by the wind after being swept away by the wind pressure of the battle.

Dracula hid in the shadows, looking coldly at Van Helsing in the sky, because Van Helsing would jump high every time he landed, which made Dracula in the shadows unable to hurt him at all.

There must be something to attach to in order for a shadow to appear.

Although he knew that he could not hurt Van Helsing in the shadows, Dracula still did not come out of the shadows, but used his other ability.

Apostle Calling!

Suddenly, the shadow where Dracula was located twisted and squirmed, and a huge bloody shadow rose into the sky.

The shadow apostle that soared into the sky suddenly opened his bloody mouth, revealing the deep and dark bottom of his mouth.

The sharp teeth flashing with cold light bit towards Van Helsing who was still in mid-air with blood. Because there was no leverage in the air, Van Helsing could not dodge.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing was heard, and Van Helsing's right arm collided with the sharp teeth of the shadow, causing a cluster of sparks to burst out!

With this power, Van Helsing rolled over and escaped from the attack range of the Shadow Apostle.

At the same time, his body swelled up, bursting the black leather coat he was wearing, and black wolf hair emerged from the surface of his body.

"Ouch~"

After landing, with a howl, Van Helsing turned into a werewolf about five meters tall. The crossbow wrapped around his right arm also expanded and became a size that matched his body size.

"Woo..."

He sharpened his fangs and looked at the Shadow Apostle with sharp teeth and bloodshot eyes. Van Helsing was now taller than the Shadow Apostle.

"Oh!"

The crossbow on his right arm fired dozens of black beams of light again, shooting towards the Shadow Apostle. At the same time, Van Helsing suddenly turned around and punched the ground in front of him.

"Oh!"

The two fists collided, creating a powerful gust of wind and air that swept away the surrounding ruins.

Dracula looked at Van Helsing crazily. He originally wanted to launch a sneak attack, but he was discovered unexpectedly.

"call out!"

Suddenly, dense blood thorns burst out from the ground and headed straight towards Van Helsing.

Van Helsing didn't care and just increased the strength in his hands again. Feeling the sudden increase in power, Dracula's face turned black. He couldn't resist this force and could only retreat!

Using his ability to escape through the shadows on the ground, Dracula disappeared into the distance in an instant!

"boom!"

The opposing force suddenly disappeared, causing Van Helsing to punch the ground with all his strength.

With a loud bang, a huge pit with a diameter of 100 meters appeared on the ground. The cracks gradually disappeared from deep to shallow at the edge of the pit.

"Crash."

Brown Castle, which had suffered this blow, could no longer control its own collapse, and the remaining half of the wall, which had been still strong, fell into the crack in the ground with Van Helsing's punch.

At this point, Brown Castle completely disappeared. Perhaps when there were ruins before, some people could imagine what Brown Castle once looked like from the ruins, but at least it is impossible now, because even the ruins have fallen into the cracks in the ground.

This blow even caused half of the forest on the mountain to disappear. The soil was shaken over and completely buried the fallen trees.

"Sure enough, I can't deal with you without using all my strength!"

Dracula, who was originally in the shadows, suddenly appeared, stood quietly aside and looked at Van Helsing and said.

"Then come on, I will use my strongest ability to put an end to this battle!"

Chapter 105: The bird of Hermes is my name, biting its wings to control my heart

"This kind of power is the supernatural power we yearn for!"

In the command room, the commander-in-chief watched the battle between Van Helsing and Dracula on the screen, his heart burning with excitement.

The werewolves they copied were only two meters tall, and their maximum strength was only a few thousand kilograms. They were not as powerful as the werewolf fighting Dracula on the screen.

Look at his strength, he can shatter a mountain with one punch, and he can see clearly that the armor on the werewolf's right arm is transformed from a crossbow.

Where did the crossbow come from? They found it, so it was theirs, and he had nothing to say about using their weapons!

After getting the crossbow back, I will study it carefully. The research results will be no less than those of the werewolf!

If the power of the crossbow could be copied and equipped to every werewolf, it would not be just the commander-in-chief's wishful thinking. They could even copy werewolves, so how difficult could weapons be?

After all, it is well known that genes and cells are the most difficult to study.