The Moral Bottom Line Had Already Risen Above the Horizon

A flash of lightning, and the three little bats turned to ashes.

Russell frowned and stood still, his blue eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any who had slipped through the net.

Van Helsing shakily pushed aside the rubble covering him and got up from the ground. The golden light in his eyes disappeared, and his expression returned to normal, no longer so holy and majestic.

The main account has been taken offline!

Russell stated that he would not take the blame, as it was Van Helsing who changed the account himself, and it had nothing to do with him.

After a moment's pause, Van Helsing asked, "What are you looking for? Is Dracula still alive?"

"It's better to be safe than sorry. If a little bat manages to slip through our fingers, all our previous fierce battles and near-death experiences will have been for nothing!"

"Were the previous... fierce battle and near-death experiences related to you?"

Van Helsing angrily said that he was the one who got beaten up, and he was also the one who did the beating. Russell led a group of people to watch the whole thing, not only stealing the kill but also taking credit for it. Where is his shame?

Russell glared at him, his face full of disappointment. "As long as Dracula is not killed, the world will not be at peace. You are actually fussing over trivial matters that have nothing to do with the big picture. Can't you be a little more mature like me?"

The face is still there, just a bit thicker!

Van Helsing: "..."

Russell's moral bottom line had risen so high that he was at a loss for words, so he silently wrote 20,000 words in his mind.

Many bats were hiding in the cracks in the wall. Russell swiftly killed them one by one with his knife, then suddenly asked, "Van Helsing, what happened to you just now? You suddenly became so powerful?"

"I don't know. A power suddenly arose, and I won inexplicably..." Van Helsing frowned. "Also, I think there was someone else fighting Dracula. I was just an observer."

Russell nodded silently. It's normal. A terminal cannot log in to two accounts at the same time. When the main account goes online, it will naturally push the secondary account off. There's nothing wrong with that.

The two men knocked and smashed things inside the house, tearing up three layers of the floor, before finally clearing out all the hidden bats.

But both Russell and Van Helsing felt that Dracula wouldn't be killed so easily. Those who are most afraid of death are often the immortals, and there must have been a bat who escaped.

The Frozen Castle was vast, and searching each room was obviously impossible. Russell gathered his men and quickly arrested the servants in the castle. After some torture and intimidation, they finally uncovered a suspicious place.

Count Dracula's bedroom, the place where he lays his coffin and slept!

Servants were forbidden from entering many parts of the castle, and the bedroom was the most strictly guarded forbidden area. Without Dracula's order, even the three Vampire Brides were not allowed to enter.

Upon learning this information, Russell immediately realized that something was hidden in the bedroom, which was very likely Dracula's resurrection point. He then led his henchmen to the deepest part of the Frozen Castle.

Vampires think differently from normal people; they even build bedrooms underground, making them look like tombs to those who don't know better!

When the Werewolf soldiers successfully blew open the stone door to the bedroom, Russell was astonished to find that the layout inside was extremely monotonous and the austere style was completely inconsistent with Dracula's identity.

The interior is a white stone house with a dome, and the walls are completely exposed. Apart from the ventilation openings for bats to enter and exit, there is not a single beautiful decoration to be seen.

In the very center was a black coffin. Leaping over the coffin, one could see a black Cross nailed to the white wall, creating an eerie and utterly disrespectful atmosphere.

Russell stared silently at the black Cross. It seemed Dracula had really turned his bedroom into a tomb. But why would a vampire hang Cross? Did he expect God to bless him?

Five Werewolf soldiers loaded their magazines and, under Russell's command, unleashed a hail of bullets on the coffin, riddling it with UV Bullets.

Perhaps because Dracula had slept in the coffin for too long, it had become tainted with a strong aura of darkness. After a burst of UV Bullets, the coffin, like a red-hot iron block, slowly melted into mud.

Russell was about to step forward to examine the area when Van Helsing grabbed his shoulder. He told the Werewolf soldiers to step back before pointing to the bloodstains on the ground with a grave expression.

Russell let out a soft exclamation. "Interesting. I didn't see this Magic Circle just now. When did it appear?"

"When the coffin was destroyed!" Van Helsing said in confusion, "Once the Magic Circle takes effect, it will suck the people within its range into dried corpses. It's very practical, and also very simple and brutal. But this Magic Circle is very advanced. I wonder where Dracula learned it from?"

Russell's eyes lit up. "How do you recognize this Magic Circle? Have you seen it before when you were exorcising demons? Tell me quickly, what kind of dark creature is it? Maybe it can give you a clue!"

Van Helsing was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "That's strange, how do I know all this?"

This was a difficult topic to discuss, so Russell skipped over it. "Do you know how to destroy it?"

"It can be destroyed with Holy Water, and it has to be of a high grade..."

As he spoke, Van Helsing grinned smugly and pulled out a silver Cross engraved with cross runes from his pocket. "Holy Water personally blessed by the Pope. Whenever I encounter a dark creature I can't defeat, I take a sip, then pretend to be exhausted and let the dark creature grab me by the neck and lift me up. Then, hehe... you know what I mean!"

Russell: "..."

"It's only because Dracula is lucky, otherwise I would have sprayed his face all over him by now!"

Van Helsing confidently poured the Holy Water onto the Magic Circle, but it was to no avail; the Magic Circle remained Magic Circle, and the Holy Water evaporated into white mist.

"This, this is impossible! This is Holy Water blessed by the Pope!!"

Van Helsing's eyes widened. The Holy Water had not only failed to exorcise the demon, but had instead been exorcised by it. This was the first time he had ever encountered such a situation.

"It's obvious you've been tricked. The Holy Water the Pope gave you was either fake or diluted with water!"

Russell kicked Van Helsing aside, then pretended to reach behind his back and pulled out a palm-sized Crystal.

Light of Eärendil!

"What is this?" Van Helsing asked cooperatively.

"Holy Water!"

Russell looked pious. The top-tier beauty that came from the Elf Queen... well, in a way, isn't it just Holy Water?

"Stop lying. I know exactly what Holy Water looks like. This bottle of yours is definitely not it."

Van Helsing asserted that the liquid in the Crystal, though seemingly crystal clear, occasionally emitted faint glimmers of light, like a flowing cluster of starlight. While it looked appealing, it was definitely not Holy Water.

"Hmph, if you're uncultured, shut up. This bottle of mine is Holy Water that was personally blessed by the Lord... cough cough."

Russell looked disdainful, removed the Crystal bottle cap, and poured out two drops with a pained expression.

Ding! Ding!

Liquid droplets splashed upon landing, producing a crisp sound. The blood-red Magic Circle instantly dimmed, and after a curse-like scream, the array diagram vanished into black mist.

There's a problem!

Russell narrowed his eyes. Ever since entering this graveyard, he had felt uneasy, and now, thinking about it more closely, he felt a chill. The layout before him seemed more like...

Altar!?