Whether a person is outstanding does not depend on how capable they are

Marika swung her claw down, aiming for Amelia's beautiful face. A woman's face is half of her life; if this claw landed, it would be tantamount to taking her life.

This shows just how vicious he is!

Whether by coincidence or for some other reason, Amelia thrust her sword straight at Marika's face.

Claws and longswords clashed in mid-air, neither of the two wicked women willing to back down, their eyes meeting with cold smiles.

Idiot, I'm a vampire! x2

Sizzle!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere. Amelia's cheek was scratched with five claw marks, and Marika's face was also torn apart by the sword energy. Both of their beautiful faces were destroyed at the same time.

Marika was secretly pleased. Because of the severe lack of information, she didn't get the scream she wanted to hear, but instead a longsword full of sharp energy.

A gust of sword wind swept through, and crimson, alluring blood blossomed. Marika, clutching her severed trachea, stumbled back two steps. Her face filled with astonishment as she stared at Amelia's rapidly healing face. Sensing the presence of a fellow being, she concluded that Amelia was also a dark creature.

You're a creature of darkness, why aren't you doing evil deeds instead of eliminating demons?

"Idiot, you're not the only one who can heal yourself!"

Upon hearing Amelia's sarcasm, Marika felt insulted and immediately flew into a rage, her claws flashing as she tried to tear Amelia's face apart.

Amelia's eyes turned dark black, instantly entering her mixed-race state. She also chose to retaliate, wielding her longsword and repeatedly slashing at Marika's head.

What appears to be a thrilling battle, stripped of its sound and visual effects, is essentially just two women bickering. Despite being their first meeting and barely exchanging a few words, they suddenly erupt into a fight, leaving the two male onlookers bewildered.

Lucian thought vampires were toxic, while Russell nodded secretly, relieved to see so many ordinary people in society.

Russell was very self-aware. He wasn't very intelligent, his fighting skills were average, and he didn't know how to use any tricks or schemes. He had traveled through the worlds and his decent life was all thanks to the contrast with his peers.

He hopes there are as many Silly Bird as possible in the world, ideally all of Silly Bird, because a person's excellence is not determined by how much ability they have, but by the fact that the vast majority of people are dumber than them.

It's a bit silly, but it's really interesting to watch women fight...

Russell's expression was grave as he watched the two female vampires fight intently, some even starting to tear their clothes.

Outside the castle, Princess Anna, holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, soaks in Holy Water in front of the church, vowing to fight the attackers to the death and save the Veleris Family from their tragic fate.

She wasn't very big-breasted and not very bright, but that wasn't her fault. Russell had interfered early on, and her brother Wickham hadn't performed the sacrificial ceremony. She wasn't nearly as calm as she was in the original story.

"Anna! Where are you?"

Hearing her brother Wicken's shout, Anna was about to reply when she suddenly heard a deep roar. She immediately became alert and fell silent, gripping the pistol loaded with Silver Bullets.

Werewolf!

Anna held her breath, preparing for an ambush. The Werewolf seemed to have spotted her too, letting out a deep growl, and stood his ground, not daring to move forward.

What the Werewolf feared wasn't the Silver Bullets, but the man behind Anna. Ten meters away, Van Helsing strode over. His hat brim was pulled low, revealing hawk-like, sharp eyes, radiating murderous intent and a menacing aura, warning the Werewolf not to act rashly.

The Werewolf did not make any rash moves, remaining prone on all fours, its eyes fixed on Van Helsing, constantly hissing and warning him not to come closer.

But Anna acted rashly, sensing the Werewolf's fear, and decided to kill him in one fell swoop. She suddenly stood up from behind the obstacle, pulled the trigger, and fired all the Silver Bullets in one go.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

Anna's appearance caused the Werewolf, who was on edge, to pounce instantly. Shot in the chest and arm, the pain ignited Beast ferocity, and he opened his blood-red maw and lunged at Anna.

The same scenario played out again, this time with Van Helsing saving Anna's life.

He took a step forward, put his arm around Anna's waist, slid sideways, and with a graceful turn, led Anna out of the danger zone. At the same time, he raised his longsword high, standing in the path the Werewolf would inevitably take.

Blood splattered everywhere as the Werewolf crashed into the blade, cleaved in two from head to toe, dying from the force of its own charge.

The background is the tragic Werewolf, with the blood of their enemies falling like petals. Anna is embraced by strong arms, and in her line of sight is Van Helsing, looking up with his sword raised in heroic posture.

According to the suspension bridge theory, when a person is under extreme stress, their heart rate increases and adrenaline secretion accelerates, making them more likely to develop feelings for the opposite sex, which in turn leads to higher housing prices.

Van Helsing didn't know the theory of suspension bridges, but looking at Anna's flushed cheeks, he guessed that he had saved her life and made her fall in love with him.

He felt a surge of pride, but didn't show it on his face. He tightened his grip on Anna's arms, pressing her pectoral muscles closer to his muscular chest, and lowered his head slightly, his eyes cold as he said, "Princess Anna, don't be impulsive. You're in danger..."

Snap!

Anna fled, while Van Helsing, covering the slap mark on his face, shook his head and sighed, "Women are so hard to deal with. I guess I'll just stay single."

After saying this, Van Helsing suddenly sensed a strong murderous aura behind him and hurriedly turned around and jumped away. Unbeknownst to him, The Wickham had appeared behind him.

So engrossed in comparing his chest muscles, he didn't even notice someone touching his back. Van Helsing thought to himself that beauty was a terrible vice, and he would definitely... do it again next time.

The two grown men stared at each other, Van Helsing feeling inexplicably guilty, while Wickham was breathing heavily with anger, his eyes bloodshot like a fighting bull.

Things that seem free are definitely unreliable. He thought it was a freebie, but it turned out to be a ploy to seduce his sister. This isn't free; it's an outrageous price tag, an attempt to steal his entire world!

"Weken, why are you looking at me like that? The battle is over, and the Werewolf is dead."

"No, there's another Werewolf here!"

"Um?"

Inside the castle, the battle between the two female vampires had ended, with Amelia emerging victorious Vampire Brides, Marika, was beheaded with a single sword strike, following in her companion's footsteps.

While watching the fight, Russell compared Amelia and Marika's combat abilities. Their speed, strength, agility, and other qualities were basically equal. Amelia's victory depended on two factors.

First, the environment: the indoor space wasn't spacious enough, rendering Marika's bat wings useless and wasting her powerful mobility. Second, the weapons: Marika's manicures were well-maintained and sharpened over the years, but they were still inferior to real swords.

Amelia, victorious from the start, returned to Russell with a dismissive expression, bowing and saying, "My lord, I have killed the enemy."

Russell thought she did it on purpose; Marika had torn a slit in her black leather jacket below her collarbone, revealing her cleavage as she bent over slightly.

Russell knew that Amelia wanted to get into Heaven through connections, and judging from her career path, she certainly had the potential to go to Heaven. However, he had absolutely no connection to Heaven, and forcibly consecrating her wouldn't help her.

After the battle, everyone returned. The atmosphere between Van Helsing and the Wicken siblings was heavy, with all three of them frowning and remaining silent.

Russell was only concerned with his Vampire Brides, the lab rat, and didn't notice their strange behavior. He blinked, somewhat puzzled, as he watched Selene and her six companions return empty-handed.

"Where are the prisoners?"

Yes, where are the prisoners?

Selene looked at Michael, and Michael looked at Selene, before finally looking blankly at Russell. Three Vampire Brides, kill one and there are still two left—the problem is, that's what everyone thinks!

Russell: "..."

Where are my fellow Silly Bird?