When People Are Killed, They Die
In the dense forest, Russell squatted on the ground studying Werewolf. According to Wickham, Dracula possessed a Werewolf virus that could continuously create new Werewolf.
This statement triggered Russell's memory: Werewolf were Count Dracula's natural enemy, and only Werewolf could kill him.
He feared Werewolf, yet he couldn't bear to Werewolf ability to act during the day. Therefore, he always had a Werewolf by his side as a henchman, and he even developed an antidote for the Werewolf virus.
This led Russell to suspect that the Werewolf and vampires in the Underworld world originated from this Earl, and his research on Werewolf was also to confirm this.
Dracula could only be killed by Werewolf...
The reason is unknown; it could be a curse, or something else entirely.
But whether it's true or not is hard to say. In any case, Russell scoffed at it, considering it a shallow rumor with no credibility whatsoever.
Humans die when they are killed, and even gods are no exception, let alone Count Dracula!
If you can't kill it, it just means you're not strong enough; there's nothing else to it.
If the rumors are true, and only Werewolf can kill Count Dracula, then he is invincible, and even God would have to give him some face.
Therefore, Werewolf can be Dracula's natural enemies, but they are by no means the only Werewolf who can kill him.
Five Werewolf soldiers held the little brother down, each punching him to prevent him from making a sound, so as not to disturb Russell's research.
Being studied without anesthesia is bad enough, but he's not even allowed to make a sound when he's in pain. The poor guy lowers his head and wipes away his tears, which makes the onlookers cheer.
It was mainly Wickham and Anna who cheered; their smiles never stopped when they learned that Van Helsing, Russell, and the others had come specifically to eliminate Dracula.
Van Helsing didn't want money, but Russell demanded an exorbitant fee, claiming that the sponsorship was not for personal profit, but to be invested in the great cause of exorcism and to benefit all living beings.
It's full of lies; it's obviously fake!
To Van Helsing's dismay, Wickham favored Russell over the two, willing to sell everything he owned and even stake his ancestral fiefdom rather than accept this free offer.
Having witnessed the transformation of five Werewolf warriors, and seeing that Russell's group was large and impressive, and considering Van Helsing and his incompetent assistant, Wickham concluded that you get what you pay for and resolutely chose Russell's offer.
It doesn't matter if it's expensive, as long as my sister's life can be saved... no, as long as my ancestor ascends to heaven, I don't care about the territory, and I'll let whoever wants to be the prince be it.
So what if he has nothing? Anna is his greatest treasure. Having Anna is like having the whole world!
As for Van Helsing, The Wickham greeted him with a smile on the surface, but in reality, he was indifferent, since it was free anyway, he would just consider it a freebie.
Bang!
Russell took the pistol handed to him by the Werewolf soldier, pulled the trigger, and shot the Werewolf in the chest. A single purple light flashed, and the blood vessels near the Werewolf's wound were quickly stained dark purple.
Under his Magic Power radiant eyes, the dark elements floating in the air replenished the wounds, neutralizing the ultraviolet radiation clinging to the Werewolf's wounds, and the injuries were fully healed in a moment.
Russell frowned. The Headless Knight was like this, and so were the Werewolf. Was the power of science so vulnerable in the mythological world?
After a moment's thought, he laughed at himself. As he always said, not being able to kill someone only means that one's strength is insufficient. Just because UV Bullets can't kill someone doesn't mean that a UV grenade can't.
If a UV Negasonic Teenage Warhead were to be launched, creating a mini-sun on the spot, not only would the Werewolf be wiped out, but even his boss, Dracula X100, would be finished!
"Father, only silver weapons can kill Werewolf!" Wicken and Anna kindly reminded them from the side.
Russell, too lazy to waste words, nodded and refused to say more. Van Helsing, curious, leaned over, took the gun from Russell's hand, and looked at the row of UV Bullets in the magazine with great interest.
His assistant, Carl, was a hermit, a top scientific talent cultivated by the Church. He snatched the UV Bullets and exclaimed in surprise.
"Russell, is this a new type of exorcism weapon?" Van Helsing asked.
"UV Bullets are effective against dark creatures, but they are also deadly against monsters that can only move at night, such as vampires." Russell said, drawing his Adamantium longsword. The sword flashed and cleaved the white mouse Werewolf into pieces.
As it turns out, even without using silver weapons, the Werewolf was completely dead!
The experimental samples have lost their research value and are useless to keep; they should be destroyed on-site to avoid damaging the ecological environment.
What frustrated Russell was that the Werewolf in the two worlds were not of the same lineage. He didn't care who the real ancestor of Werewolf was; what he feared was that even if he killed Dracula, the World Quest would still not move.
Upon hearing Russell's answer, Van Helsing remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Money is all a lie; you came here for Dracula from the very beginning."
Russell smiled and asked, "Why do you say that?"
"The weapons you're carrying are all ultraviolet weapons designed to counter vampires..." Van Helsing hesitated before continuing, "Can you tell me about the forces behind you? To develop such weapons, you need at least the wealth and technology of a nation."
Russell patted Van Helsing on the shoulder, puffed out his chest and raised his head. "You're overthinking it. We are the Lord's warriors!"
"Say it or don't, I'm too lazy to deal with this nonsense."
Van Helsing shrugged, feeling genuinely relieved. Since everyone shared the same goal—to kill Dracula —there was no room for conflict or contradiction.
To be honest, Van Helsing was glad they weren't enemies. He wasn't confident in Russell and his group; if a fight really broke out... well, they'd already fought once, and he was beaten the whole time.
Castle!
The Veleris Family had declined and its members were few and far between. By Wicken's generation, only he and his sister Anna remained.
However, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse. The Veleris Family's fiefdom has always existed, and the nobility's ability to amass wealth should not be underestimated. The castle with its astonishing area in front of us is the best example of this.
Van Helsing was right; even though the Gypsies were all penniless, Wickham and Anna, as members of the royal family, were still incredibly wealthy.
In the main dining hall, more than ten people were dining at an extended table. Russell and his group, who had saved Wickham and Anna's lives, were benefactors of the Veleris Family and received the highest honors.
Maids placed plates on the table as they passed by, while Wicken himself got up to pour everyone a bottle of his treasured red wine.
However, apart from the Wicken siblings, Van Helsing, and his assistant Carl, Russell was the only one eating, with Amelia serving him. No one else touched their knives and forks.
"What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?"
Wicken asked awkwardly, "Amelia and Selene have such powerful auras, and their words and actions are the style and temperament that only top nobles can possess, making the country bumpkin feel a little insecure."
Russell smiled slightly and kindly explained, "The food is delicious, but they are picky eaters, and unfortunately there's nothing they like on the table. But it's alright, they won't starve for three to five days without food!"
Wicken's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "Father, it is an honor for the Veleris Family to host you all, and it is also my duty and responsibility. Please tell me your preferred dishes, and I will have them prepared immediately without hesitation."
"Sophisticated!"
Russell raised his hand and gave a thumbs up. "Prince Wicken certainly has the air of a leader. Well then, I'll get straight to the point."
"Please don't be shy. If we fail to satisfy you all, the Veleris Family will be deeply ashamed."
"Human blood, especially the blood of a beautiful girl, like... Anna!"
Wicken: "..."
Anna: "..."
Sorry to bother you!