Another Person Who Defied the Law of Conservation of Energy

The torrential rain swept down, transforming into a giant hand several kilometers in diameter, which grasped the sky-covering swarm of black bats.

Russell glanced at the fleeing swarm of bats and then ignored them, manipulating the water to stir up the current and pull Lucian and his group out separately.

The group of guys, covered in dust and dirt, showed signs of relief after surviving the ordeal. There were just too many bats in the sky; if it weren't for the four hybrids with exceptional close-combat abilities, they probably wouldn't have been able to wait for Russell to arrive.

Anna and Wicken were pale-faced. The two siblings were protected in the middle of the group, feeling like a burden and a drag on the team. They felt terrible.

Rumble!!

Another clap of thunder. Russell felt the humanoid figure in his hand buzzing. He innocently admitted that being struck by lightning was not his fault, but God's. God changed the weather so suddenly, without any integrity.

Looking down, he saw that Van Helsing looked utterly hopeless. He then chuckled and threw himself hard towards the suspended stone bridge, landing directly in Anna's arms.

The two of them tumbled to the ground like a tumbled gourd. Van Helsing lay on top of Anna, his trembling body suddenly stopping as the paralyzing effect of the lightning wore off. But a second later, he started shaking violently again, his body blurring into a double image.

Unnoticed in a corner at the edge of the battlefield, the victim Anna let out two soft sobs, slapped Van Helsing away, and stood up as if nothing had happened.

Van Helsing was quite the actor, continuing to lie there to suggest that he didn't do it on purpose. Some things are meant to be understood in private, but to be explicit would be considered indecent.

Having lived for hundreds of years, he has some knowledge in this area and knows how to strike a balance so that he can gain an advantage without offending the other party.

For a brother who dotes on his sister, the fact that his sister was being flirted with right under his nose without him noticing is undoubtedly a breach of duty. But having barely survived a near-death experience, this unexpected turn of events is somewhat understandable.

Russell raised his hand in mid-air, his clenched fist suddenly clenching into a fist, the raindrops forming a giant hand simultaneously. Water droplets splashed, instantly crushing the black swarm of bats; flesh and blood mingled with the rainwater, turning into a stinking mass of mud.

Russell glanced at it disdainfully, threw the filthy water into the abyss, and then summoned another curtain of water.

"Van Helsing, what were those bats just now? Did you see Dracula?"

Russell landed on the waves, ignoring the admiring gazes of the crowd, and went straight to the corpse of Van Helsing, lifting him up from the ground.

Van Helsing's mouth and eyes were crooked, and he would occasionally twitch; his superb acting made it seem as if the paralysis buff was still in effect.

Russell said quietly, "Answer quickly, or it'll thunder again!"

Upon hearing this, Van Helsing stood up straight with a whoosh. "Those bats are the incarnation of Dracula. The devil gave him the power to split into thousands upon thousands of bats, and as long as one is still alive, it can be resurrected indefinitely."

"What a troublesome ability..."

Russell frowned slightly. Yet another person who doesn't obey the law of conservation of energy!

"Looking at it from another angle, if the split-off individuals are weak, this move is quite ordinary." Van Helsing was very open-minded. If it were just one person, he could come and go as he pleased, and no matter how many bats there were, they couldn't do anything to him.

That's not what I meant...

Russell said solemnly, "If he splits off into a separate individual and hides in a corner no one knows about, wouldn't he be impossible to kill?"

Van Helsing frowned slightly, looked around warily, and quietly approached Russell: "You haven't forgotten, have you? Werewolf can kill Dracula. Your five Werewolf underlings might become your trump card."

"They're no good!"

Russell shook his head decisively. He had done his research and found that the Werewolf from the two worlds were not connected by blood, and the five Werewolf warriors did not carry the Werewolf virus that Dracula feared.

"Because they're too weak?"

Van Helsing was deep in thought. He had just captured a prisoner in the castle and obtained important intelligence: Dracula had an antidote for the Werewolf virus.

What If...?... this is What If...?, not real!

He was infected with the Werewolf virus, and the Werewolf he transformed into was definitely more powerful than Russell's five henchmen. After killing Dracula, he could inject the antidote and turn back into a human, which would perfectly solve the problem.

"On the one hand!"

Russell gave Van Helsing a deep look and said bluntly, "I know what you're thinking. Stop dreaming. There's no full moon tonight for you to transform."

"Not necessarily. This weather can change in an instant. Maybe it will clear up in a little while."

"Shut up!" Russell rolled his eyes. Without a thunderbolt or a rain, things would only get worse!

The floating stone bridge was dangerous, with a bottomless abyss below. The group didn't want to linger and quickly ran towards the other side of the castle. With Frankenstein's Monster there, the initiative was in their hands; Dracula would come knocking.

The group moved along the suspended stone path, running quickly toward the tower on the other side of the Frozen Castle. Except for Russell, everyone else hated thunderstorms.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning struck Russell squarely, and the people around him instinctively stepped back to a safe distance, having grown accustomed to this sight.

Van Helsing, who was at the forefront, stopped and snatched the longsword from Anna's hand. Russell looked ahead and saw the sinister Count Dracula standing at the end of the road.

With his long black hair tied back, and his handsome yet dignified face, Dracula walked out of the tower with elegant steps and blocked the only way.

Van Helsing? Gabriel?

Dracula chuckled, repeating the two names over and over, before finally saying meaningfully, "We are part of this game, but we are not competitors; we are puppets being manipulated..."

"You bear the curse, and I bear the curse. We can unite and become comrades and partners, not enemies."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Dracula expressed his ambition. He was unwilling to remain subservient to others; he wanted to become king and the only one.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying."

Van Helsing had been living a life of leisure for over four hundred years, showing no interest in Dracula's ambitions. He charged forward with his sword upside down, the tip scraping against the ground and sparks flying. As he closed in, he calculated the distance and swiftly slashed down, cleanly decapitating Dracula.

The headless body remained standing, while the head that flew high transformed into hundreds of black bats, which slammed Van Helsing away.

The bats returned, gathering on the headless body, and transformed back into the elegant head.

"Gabriel, you see, you can't kill me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Count Dracula's expression changed slightly. Thick water walls rose up on both sides of the stone path, and huge spherical water curtains isolated the space, enclosing Dracula inside.

Splash!

Just as the water curtain was gaining momentum, it was torn apart by a pair of sharp claws. Having learned his lesson once, Dracula instantly transformed into a 3-meter-tall humanoid bat and forcefully broke through.

After he came out, he glared at Russell fiercely. "You incongruous priest, I swear I will suck your blood dry."

You can give it a try!

Russell scanned his personal system panel, considering whether to use the Skill Card.