Strike While He Was Down

The Frozen Castle Tower houses Dracula's scientific laboratory, where he racked his brains and devoted countless efforts to resurrecting his many descendants before finally finding a clue.

Three days ago, the Werewolf was killed in Transylvania, and shortly after, the three Vampire Brides who went to investigate also died.

Enraged, Dracula personally traveled to Transylvania, where he unexpectedly encountered the most crucial element of his experiment— Frankenstein's Monster.

Frankenstein's Monster so important to Dracula that all sacrifices are worthwhile to obtain it, and the revenge for his wife is naturally put on hold for the time being.

Dracula is an immortal being who made a pact with the devil to gain eternal life. Without natural death, there is no natural life, so he cannot reproduce in a normal way.

Frankenstein's Monster is different; it is a life form created by humans, defying the rules set by God. By introducing an electric current into Frankenstein's Monster's body and then transferring his life force into countless descendants, the transformation from dead to alive can be accomplished.

Clearly, Russell missed the point when watching the movie, thinking that lightning was the key to the resurrection, while Frankenstein's Monster... was just tough and could withstand a few more lightning strikes from the transformer.

Inside the laboratory, countless dwarves loyal to Dracula were busy operating complex, bulky, yet extremely precise instruments, channeling the life force of Frankenstein's Monster into the green cocoons that covered the castle.

Count Dracula stood in the center of the laboratory. From a human aesthetic point of view, he was undoubtedly a handsome man. Dressed in a black suit, he had an elegant demeanor and the composure of a superior, making him extremely attractive to women.

Tonight, all his elegance vanished. His century-long dream was about to be realized, and he couldn't help but reveal the Batman Who Laughs.

Reviving his descendants' bloodline was only the first step. Newborn vampires were generally weak and far from satisfying his ambitions. Only by constantly consuming blood could he evolve into an invincible army to conquer the world.

Dracula had already planned it out. His first prey was Transylvania, where he would avenge his three Vampire Brides. Then he would sweep through Romania, and finally Europe and the whole world.

Rumble!!

The thunder that used to be irritating sounded exceptionally pleasant today. Dracula picked up the glass of red wine beside him and waited with a smile for his army to be resurrected.

A moment later, he realized something was wrong: why was there thunder but no electricity?

The dwarves inspected the machines and wiring but found nothing wrong. The lightning did indeed bombard the tower relentlessly. If there was anything wrong, the only possibility was the Lightning Rod on the tower.

"You bunch of useless idiots, fix the problem right now!"

Upon hearing the dwarf craftsman's report, Dracula's expression instantly turned cold. He looked up at Frankenstein's Monster high in the sky, thinking that as long as people were still alive, nothing else mattered.

Repairing a Lightning Rod only takes five minutes; he can afford to wait.

The dwarves exchanged glances and remained silent. If they went to repair Lightning Rod during a thunderstorm, their small arms and legs would turn to ash in no time.

"Snort!"

Dracula snorted coldly, a pair of pale bat wings sprouted from his back, and he smashed through the window and rushed into the torrential rain.

Top of the tower!

Gale, torrential rain, lightning, and two people.

Russell stared at Frankenstein's Monster with shining eyes, suddenly realizing that in this World Quest, Frankenstein's Monster was the most valuable thing to him.

He looked down on vampire and Werewolf bloodlines, and even disliked them somewhat.

The bloodline of angels is indeed noble, but he can't get close to them. Just look at Van Helsing's mediocre strength; the possibility of getting anything out of his bloodline is practically zero.

That leaves only Frankenstein's Monster, the creation of life out of thin air, which is enough to arouse the desire to study!

Frankenstein's Monster was trembling with fear when a mysterious man suddenly appeared in the pouring rain. At first, seeing that he was dressed as Father Russell, he thought that God had sent someone to save him.

Unexpectedly, Russell stood still, and the lightning bolts falling from the dark clouds ignored the Lightning Rod and struck him head-on.

Well, you could call this a form of saving someone's life!

But...

It's one thing if they don't take him off the metal frame, but why are his eyes so creepy, practically glowing!

The two stared at each other, Russell wary of alerting the enemy, so he left Frankenstein's Monster hanging. He was waiting for Van Helsing to entangle Dracula, then he would launch a sneak attack to steal the kill and end the fight with a single Hundred Thousand Volts strike.

The accumulated lightning within him was about to burst; Russell estimated it was at least a million volts. In short, this was a sure thing!

"Roar!!"

"Dracula!"

A roar rang out from behind, followed by Frankenstein's Monster's terrified scream.

The instant Russell turned around, his Sixth Sense warned of impending danger. Count Dracula flapped his wings and transformed into a black shadow, his five jet-black claws stabbing down like steel blades.

Then...

A curtain of water rose out of nowhere, obscuring the sky. Dracula's vision blurred as endless rain enveloped him from all directions, forming a giant water sphere. As the rain accumulated, the water pressure grew increasingly terrifying, slowing his advance.

Only then did Russell turn around, his eyes glowing with blue light, piercing into the water sphere to see Dracula's appearance clearly.

Very...

Pooh!

A grown man with long, straight black hair looks too effeminate; thin eyebrows, long eyes, and a pointed chin reveal a sinister heart; a fierce and Bloodlust gaze indicates a wicked Coldblood person...

In short, this face is utterly uninteresting.

Inside the water sphere, Count Dracula was scrutinized from head to toe by Russell. Sensing the malevolent gaze, he immediately roared in fury.

The sound waves vibrated, and the water sphere instantly rippled outwards. His fangs opened, and his body swelled, bursting through his black suit, transforming into a humanoid bat over 3 meters tall.

After transforming, Count Dracula's power surged. He flapped his wings, creating a curtain of water. The increased water pressure was nothing to him. He pierced through the water and swam away, opening his claws to pounce on Russell.

"So ugly!"

Russell gasped. Dracula's strength was excessive. He clenched his hands together in front of his chest, slowly tightening his grip and pressing down.

As he moved, rain swirled in, but the water sphere didn't expand; instead, it shrank step by step. Its surface became concave and twisted, shapeless, with deep, embedded pits, as if it had been punched repeatedly from a distance.

Dracula's charge halted once more, his limbs and chest, including his outstretched bat wings, twisting under the immense pressure. His arms broke, his chest caved in, and his wings were crushed by the crushing weight. He opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood, the black blood strangely shrinking into a ball.

The pressure inside the water sphere was enough to knead steel into dough. Russell's hands trembled as the pressure he had applied reached its limit. Looking at Gudra, who was just one breath away from death, he gritted his teeth and forced his hands together.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the black interior of the giant water sphere exploded, crushing Dracula's flesh and bones into dust. The water sphere could no longer maintain its shape and, under the pressure of the reaction force, it exploded in all directions like a cannonball with a lit fuse.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Russell didn't know if Dracula was still alive, but caution was never a bad thing, and finishing him off was a virtue.

Besides, he has to replenish it; if the overflowing lightning in his body isn't released soon, it will burst him.

Crackling sounds!

Electric Arc coursed around Russell's body as he plunged his hands into the spraying water, unleashing a full-power discharge that released all the pent-up lightning in one go.

Under the boundless darkness, a dazzling white sphere of light suddenly burst forth above the castle, piercing through the dark clouds and illuminating half the sky as if it were daytime.