No Big Problem

The story of Count Dracula is widely known, and although it was slander smeared by his enemies, it is still very relatable.

Legend has it that Count Dracula was a powerful knight who led his followers to defeat heretics time and time again on the battlefield, and was extremely devout in his faith in the Lord.

His reputation instilled fear in his enemies, but it also attracted various schemes and traps.

During one of his expeditions, Count Dracula's wife was deceived by the enemy's clever words and mistakenly believed that her husband had been killed in battle. Overwhelmed with grief, she committed suicide.

According to the doctrine, those who commit suicide are blasphemers and are not qualified to enter heaven; their only fate is to be cast into hell.

Count Dracula fought for his master his entire life, but his wife was cast into hell. For the sake of his lover, he willingly fell into depravity and made a pact with the devil.

The man who became the son of darkness betrayed his faith in God and submitted to the devil, not for power or honor, but only to protect his love.

From a modern perspective, Count Dracula is a true man, just like that guy who dared to masturbate on the Empire State Building for the woman he loved—both are worthy of respect!

But in the world of Van Helsing, Count Dracula is not a tragic hero, nor is he worthy of sympathy. He is a complete devil's henchman, attempting to corrupt the entire world with darkness.

What's most despicable is that he actually had three wives, all of whom were very beautiful.

Absolutely shameless!

The three Vampire Brides, Winona, Elira, and Marika, are all stunningly beautiful but vicious, truly femme fatales.

Winona mistook Selene for Princess Anna and, due to underestimating her, had her head chopped off, ending her life completely. The other two brides were also in a very bad situation at this time.

The Vampire Brides Elira, was hit by UV Bullets and fell from the sky into a house. After recovering, she stepped out of the house and was surrounded by Michael and five Werewolf soldiers.

Seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, Elira's expression hardened. Having experienced the power of UV Bullets, she dared not underestimate it and immediately transformed into Bat-winged Banshee.

"Fire!"

Clusters of flames burst forth, Werewolf soldiers were forced to stop pulling the trigger before they could even finish firing a single magazine.

Elira flapped her wings and soared into the sky at a speed that the Werewolf soldiers couldn't keep up with. After dodging a hail of bullets, she swooped down and teleported into the midst of the Werewolf soldiers.

With claws waving and bat wings sweeping, in the blink of an eye, five Werewolf soldiers had their limbs broken and their chests caved in, and were thrown out in all directions by the powerful impact.

For an ordinary person, such injuries would be fatal, and Elira thought so too. She subconsciously ignored the lingering dark aura on the Werewolf; it was normal for an exorcist to have a bit of that stench.

Looking at the last person in the arena, Michael, Elira exuded a seductive charm, a hint of intoxication flashing in her eyes. "Handsome boy, your blood must be incredibly sweet."

Realizing that Elira wanted to sleep with him, Michael immediately became alert and said with a stern face, "Sorry, I already have someone I like. Only she can taste my blood."

"Hmph, that's not up to you!"

Elira let out a sharp cry, flapped her wings, and swooped towards Michael. The white phantom streaked along an elusive path, and when it reappeared, it was already behind Michael.

Elira gripped Michael's shoulders tightly, baring her fangs at the artery in his neck. The handsome man held a fatal attraction for her. Due to Gudra's domineering nature, she dared not betray him, but draining his blood also gave her pleasure.

However, just as Elira was about to take a bite, she noticed something was wrong. Michael's skin suddenly turned blue, and the muscles on his shoulders swelled up.

Mutated dark creatures!

Elira was startled, sheathed her fangs, and retreated swiftly.

It's too late!

Michael put his hands behind his back, his arm muscles sharply defined, like a stone statue carved by a knife and axe. He grabbed Elira's head and threw her over his shoulder, slamming her to the ground with a thud.

With a muffled thud, a large crater appeared in the muddy ground. Elira sprang up and fell back down, coughing up blood. Looking again, she saw a blue-skinned monster with a green face and fangs; the handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed man was nowhere to be seen.

"Roar!!"

With a roar, Michael grabbed Elira's bat wing and ripped it off.

Knowing his lack of combat experience, he usually took on the role of a tank when fighting alongside Selene and Lucian, essentially just assisting. But today, facing the enemy alone, he was determined not to let them leave easily.

Young people don't understand techniques and don't have many tricks up their sleeves in a fight. They just have a lot of strength. They can still defeat strong enemies by throwing a bunch of random punches at close range. This is probably what it means to beat a master with a bunch of random punches.

Simply put, just go for it!

Elira was pinned to the ground by two large hands, her wings violently torn off, causing her to scream in agony. The next second, countless fists rained down on her head, like rapid-fire machine gun bullets, leaving dents on her head, chest, and abdomen.

The immense force left Elira breathless, her chest caved in and she couldn't breathe, her body slammed into the ground by the tremendous force.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

Michael relentlessly swung his arms faster and faster like a machine, his fierce punches crushing flesh and blood, ignoring the blood and grime splattered all over his body.

Elira's chest, abdomen, and head were smashed into a pulp, leaving only her limbs intact. The free-floating dark matter gathered, healing the wounds she had suffered and repairing her broken body little by little.

Seeing this, Michael roared and his punches fell in a blur, crashing down like a hydraulic press, the speed of destruction instantly surpassing Elira's self-healing speed.

A moment later, Michael stopped, panting heavily. His arms were numb and sore. Beneath him, flesh and filth were mixed together and indistinguishable.

As black mist rose, the second Vampire Brides was brutally killed by the inexperienced Michael.

Of the three Vampire Brides, two have already died. Winona died due to her own negligence, while Elira... well, upon closer examination, also died tragically due to carelessness.

Marika, the last Vampire Brides...

She was lucky; after recovering from the wounds caused by the UV Bullets, she flapped her wings and flew into the castle, where she found three outsiders... exorcists by smelling human scent.

A fake priest who doesn't look like a good person, a slutty rich girl, and a middle-aged strong man with a servile face.

There aren't enough to kill!

Marika grinned maliciously. "Outsiders, welcome to Transylvania. On behalf of Count Dracula, the master of this place, I greet you. Now... pay the price for your arrogance!"

"So ugly..."

Russell tilted his head and glanced at Marika. The beautiful woman's head was attached to the monster's body, and the shape was somewhat like Marcus. He just didn't know if Count Dracula was the creator of the vampires in the Underworld world.

"My lord, should we kill him or spare his life?"

Amelia whispered in Russell's ear, as if to say that she was of a different status and did not want to participate in the fight, but she could only tell that Marika had just been cursing at her.

"Kill them!"

Russell also frowned slightly; the priest's intuition told him that Marika had just been cursing at him.

Anyway, there are three Vampire Brides. If you kill one, there are still two left. It's not a big problem.

"I will obey your command!"

Amelia drew her Knight Sword from its scabbard, glared coldly at Cairo's lackey Lucian, and swayed her hips as she walked toward Marika.

You filthy bitch!

Seeing Amelia's feigned innocence, Marika's eyes flashed with jealousy, and she swung her claws towards Amelia's face...