Chapter 451

At this time, Yang Qun in the depths of the earth is experiencing an unspeakable change.

The devil's mark on his forehead flickered again with the brilliance that only he could see.

In the mark of the demon king, the cursed blood given by Dracula is emitting a strange blood red light. This drop of blood slowly penetrated into Yang Qun's eyebrows, and it will completely integrate with Yang Qun!!

This is Dracula's curse blood.

It contains the resentment and unwillingness left by the death of millions of soldiers, as well as the loneliness and madness, resentment and hatred of 320000 men imprisoned for thousands of years.

The most important thing is that it contains the curse made by Dracula by crushing his heart, and his helplessness, resentment and hatred.

The source of this hatred comes from his love for his wife, his infatuation for his wife and his love for his wife.

For the gods who used his feelings, he would rather crush his heart than launch an unimaginable curse on the gods!!

And not long before Yang Qun died.

His feelings, love and infatuation with Lin wuwan deeply moved the blood of the curse.

Finally, Yang Qun's unwillingness and resentment against the gods finally resonated with this drop of cursed blood!!!

They all have this man's infatuation.

They all have this resentment against the enemy.

They are the same, they are a kind of people!!!

At this moment, Yang Qun's demon king's mark and the fit of this drop of cursed blood reached... 100%!!

Fusion, start!!

This is an unimaginable fusion.

The power of curse wandered in Yang Qun's body. That drop of curse blood finally integrated into the most important karma in Yang Qun's eyebrows. Suffering in the industrial fire, millions of cries, cries, hisses and cries of pain continued in Yang Qun's ears.

Yang Qun slowly opened his eyes.

"Where is this?"

"Where is this?"

Around, there is an endless fire, the flame is burning, and people are dying.

Those soldiers in iron armor pierced their own people one after another. Yang Qun stepped on the stairs to the top of the ancient castle. At a glance, the wheat fields all over the mountains were covered by the fire. In the fire, farmers, women, old people and children were ruthlessly killed by those soldiers in iron armor.

On their breastplates, there is a black cross seal.

Iron cross!!!

Holy army!!!

Yang Qun knows where he is.

This is... Dracula castle!!

This is Dracula's territory!!

And here... Is the place where Dracula had the deepest memory.

In the sky, the golden light shines everywhere.

Like an archangel hovering in the air.

One huge holy light cross after another, comparable to the size of your own castle!! They fell from the sky and hit the ground. Become light spots all over the sky and add a layer of Holy Shield to the soldiers wearing iron armor.

Finally, Yang Qun rushed out. The killing took place everywhere. The angels in the sky were drained of their blood by him, and the soldiers on the earth were beheaded by him one after another.

It took out the chain of hell. With a gentle swing of the chain, thousands of soldiers on the ground were entangled by the chain of hell and pulled into the 18th floor of hell to suffer!!

Finally, Yang Qun went crazy and killed all his people.

His enemies were killed.

All the angels in the sky were killed.

He ate millions of people, he had millions of lives, but he felt empty.

Yang Qun knelt powerlessly on the ground. He felt nothingness.

There is nothing, people, territories, crops, enemies, nothing.

At the moment, Yang Qun seems to be possessed by Dracula. Although everything happened to Yang Qun himself, he can clearly remember that he has become Dracula. He can feel what kind of reaction and mood Dracula has.

Finally, an enemy with a cross appeared in front of him.

"Dracula, where are your enemies?"

Yang Qun raised his head and said only two words: "dead."

"Where's your friend?" the man continued.

"Dead." Yang Qun still replied.

"Then why are you still alive?"

Yang Qun didn't know how to answer this question. He didn't know whether he was dead.

"I'm... Dead, too."

"Good, good!!"

The man holding the cross mercilessly inserted the cross into Yang Qun's heart. Yang Qun felt the influx of holy power and the strength of his whole body was dissipating.

"What's your name..." Yang Qun asked.

"My name is... Van Helsing."

Van Helsing.

Monster hunter, van Helsing.

Demon hunter, van Helsing.

Or call him, father, van Helsing.

He didn't really kill Dracula, but sealed him in a strange space and built this space with his own life.

Everything has gone away, and the environment around Yang Qun has changed again.

He felt himself swimming in a warm liquid.

Here is like a free paradise. You can swim here and play here. Where is this? Is it... In the mother's embryo.

"No..."

"You are in the world of blood."

Dracula's voice woke Yang Qun up.

"In a world of hatred!!"

Yang Qun suddenly opened his eyes and saw everything around him. Where is the paradise where you can travel freely? This is hell!!!

Those liquid things around are nothing but human blood.

In the blood, countless dead bones and rotten meat float in the blood, gurgling and bubbling. Countless innocent souls wandered in the blood pool, and countless hungry ghosts tore at the rotten meat. They howled at each other, scratched each other's bodies, and hurt each other.

Their bodies were broken, reorganized, reorganized, and scratched to pieces by other monsters.

In the center of the endless sea of blood, Yang Qun saw... The body of Dracula Wei'an.

"Aren't I dead? Why am I still in such a place?"

"Is this drop of blood your real blood source?"

Yang Qun asked in surprise.

Dracula slowly opened her eyes in the sea of blood.

"Blood? Only one drop of blood has been given to others." Dracula directly shattered Yang Qun's beautiful dream.

Yang Qun laughed at himself.

"Yes, I'm dead, so I can go to hell with you hungry ghosts." Yang Qun shook his head and said.

"You say we're dead?" Dracula asked.

"Yes... We are dead." Yang Qun shrugged. Dracula, a fool, didn't realize he was dead?

Then Dracula stood up.

He stood at the center of the sea of blood and stood up.

The messy hair and beard surged with the blood around him. He stood straight and stared into Yang Qun's eyes.

Yang Qun feels that something is happening!!

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