It Suddenly Turned into a Fantasy Movie

Russell stepped into the bar, searching for the hidden door. Just as he was about to enter the wine cellar, a strange change occurred in the hall.

Humans who were bitten to death by monsters underwent genetic mutations and became new monsters, their severed limbs regenerating as they rose up.

Looking at the scene before him, Russell frowned slightly. It seemed that four or five truck drivers who had been bitten by the monster had escaped. Judging from the current trend, those people would probably mutate as well.

Crackling sounds!

Russell turned and walked into the wine cellar, where two giant silver wolves leaped out from behind him and began to slaughter the monsters.

The mutated monsters that have already left will probably be dealt with by someone...

Russell suspected something was amiss with the bar's practice of only serving truck drivers and refusing to serve clergy.

This is a world where ghosts and monsters exist. The Church plays the role of exorcising demons and spirits. More likely, the Church is just one of many forces, and there are other forces that are also silently eliminating monsters.

Jacob, a priest for over twenty years, knew nothing about this; either he was stupid, or...

Just like in most movies, ghosts and mysterious forces such as Church reach a tacit agreement to conceal their existence and live in the shadows.

The transition was too abrupt; it suddenly went from a slightly yellow Western road movie to a monster-infested fantasy film, instantly diminishing the viewing experience.

In his reflection, Russell held the Cross and prayed, hoping that fantasy films would be the limit and that the genre wouldn't suddenly shift to mythology.

There were no hidden doors in the wine cellar. Russell returned to the hall, where the monsters had been wiped out by lightning. Two giant wolves rushed over and turned into electricity, returning to his body.

After several searches, Russell found a secret passage backstage. The black hole, hidden by a wardrobe, went deep underground, and faint, high-pitched screams could be heard coming from below.

Bite!

Russell, having learned the Lightbulb Technique from Gandalf, transformed into a human-shaped source of light and descended the stone steps.

The bartender had called this place Demon Den, and he wasn't wrong. Although there were no humanoid monsters, the number of vampire bats was enormous. Russell released Lightning Element Giant Wolf to clear the passage, killing off the bats in each stone chamber, and finally arrived at the last level of the Demon Den.

The huge stone chamber was covered with Ironhide. Pushing open the door and stepping inside, the temperature immediately dropped. It was a freezer that isolated bacteria, with shelves full of frozen blood bags.

The electronic thermometer on the wall showed that the room temperature was constant at -20 degrees Celsius. If it weren't for the location, Russell would have thought he had come to a large blood plasma storage room.

He picked up a bag of blood, tossed it in his hand, and it was clear that the hideous monster in the bar was not the owner, but a henchman or servant who collected blood plasma, or simply a slave.

When he thought of blood-sucking monsters, the first thing that came to his mind was vampires, which are the most famous and representative creatures in the West.

There was no boss at the bottom level, so Russell sent out two more Silver-white Giant Wolf, leaving a total of four at the bottom level. He then returned to the lobby and left the bar through the main entrance.

By this time, it was already daylight outside. Jacob's family's RV had not yet left. When he saw Russell come out, Jacob immediately opened the door.

"Jacob, why haven't you left yet?"

"I'm waiting for you. I told you I would take you to Las Vegas."

"The Lord will bless those who keep their promises!"

Russell did not refuse and got up to walk into the RV. Only then did he realize that his suitcase was still in the vehicle. If Jacob drove away, his transfer order would be lost.

Jacob looked at Russell with a complicated expression, and after holding back for a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Russell, are you really a priest?"

"What do you mean? Didn't you see me exorcising the demon just now?"

"It's precisely because I saw it that I find it incredible!"

Jacob was puzzled. How could someone who couldn't even distinguish between the three major branches of Christianity be a warrior of the Lord, and a very powerful one at that? What was God thinking?

Can't find anyone at all?

Even now, Jacob refuses to believe that Russell was a priest, preferring instead to believe that Russell was a very powerful exorcist who posed as a priest.

Russell said earnestly, "Jacob, although you are very experienced, you are ultimately just an outsider and there are many things you are not qualified to know. I won't say any more to you; knowing too much is not good."

"But..."

"No buts, I've planted C4 in the bar, get out of here now!"

A clergyman planting a bomb... and he even calls himself a priest, where's your Holy Water?

Jacob muttered a few complaints silently, then the RV turned around and headed towards Texas.

Inside the carriage, Russell sipped his iced cola, crossed his legs, and, under the adoring gazes of Scott and Kate, recounted his legendary story incessantly.

Having had the experience of exorcising demons in bars, now no matter how much he boasts, even if he fights Superman for three days and three nights, the two of them believe it.

"The most formidable opponent I ever faced was a giant dragon, a being powerful enough to easily defeat even angels. That battle was so fierce that mountains crumbled, the sun and moon lost their light..."

"Russell, did you go through a lot of trouble to kill the dragon?"

"No, the battle was basically one-sided. I completely dominated the dragon, rubbing it into the ground and making it my dinner in the end."

"Then why did the battle cause the heavens and earth to collapse and the sun and moon to be obscured?" Scott wiped away a cold sweat, feeling that Russell was exaggerating, but he had no evidence.

"Saying that makes me sound really impressive!"

(⊙⊙) X2

"Huh? What kind of looks are you giving me? Don't you believe I'm very capable?"

"No, no... Um, what Archangel?"

"The image of the white-bearded old man is that of a despicable, shameless, vain, fond of flattery, extremely vengeful, obsequious to superiors, maliciously competing with colleagues, and stabbing them in the back..."

￣△￣ X3

After the RV left, four loud explosions followed in quick succession. The bar shook slightly and, with the spreading cracks, collapsed layer by layer into ruins.

Seth stepped out of a van and stared in disbelief at the bar that had been razed to the ground. A short while later, the Mexico thug he was waiting for arrived.

"Hey Seth, sorry to have kept you waiting."

The man with the mustache got out of the car, greeted everyone warmly, and exclaimed in surprise when he saw the wrecked ruins, "Wow, what happened to this godforsaken place? It was perfectly fine before."

Seth was furious. "There are plenty of godforsaken places in Mexico, why do we have to meet here?"

"What's wrong? This place is great! There are no police, and it's open all night. I've driven by here several times and always wanted to go in and have some fun!"

"Bullshit! It's full of monsters! If I hadn't run into a priest, I would be dead! Eaten!"

The man with the mustache paused for a moment upon hearing this, then licked his dry lips. "You saw a monster?"

The change in the mustache's expression did not escape Seth's notice, and he threw a punch. "Yes, I saw it. Many people died, including my brother."

The man with the mustache was punched and fell to the ground. His family bodyguards immediately raised their pistols, intending to teach Seth a lesson.

The man with the mustache got up, waved away the bodyguards, and said to Seth, "I'm sorry, if I had known there were monsters inside, I definitely wouldn't have chosen to meet you here."

"What's the point of saying all this now? My brother is dead! He died because of the lousy bar you chose!"

"Okay... Seth, how can I make it up to you?"

"You can't compensate me, that's my own brother..." Seth glared at the mustachioed man. "I'll cut my toll in half and let me stay on your family's territory as initial compensation."

"No, we can only reduce it by 20%!" The man with the mustache shook his head.

"Forty percent!"

"Thirty percent!"

"OK, deal!"

"Haha, it's a pleasure doing business with you..."