Fallen Angel, Demon God, King of Hell
Van Helsing's full name was Gabriel, the left hand of God, one of the four Archangel, responsible for guarding the entire Heaven. He was courageous and resourceful, a symbol of 'wisdom' in the Bible, and ranked second only to Michael the First Double-Flower Red Stick... and Raphael the Second Double-Flower Red Stick.
It's unlikely that a figure of this caliber would descend directly to earth, so Van Helsing's true form is more likely an embodiment of his will.
But even a trace of his will is still the will of a big shot. His leg hair will still be thick as it should be. Russell can't guess what he wants to do, nor will he waste his brain cells thinking about it.
Archangel Gabriel attacked the Hell's Gate, and regardless of the outcome, he's destined to take the blame.
The room was brightly lit by a blinding white light. The people behind Russell, except for Anna and the Wicken siblings, were all dark creatures. They cried out in pain as they were bathed in the holy light.
Wisps of black lines emerged from their pores, vanishing completely when illuminated by the white light. Lucian and the others collapsed to the ground, their groans gradually subsiding. Russell knew that if he didn't leave soon, his underlings would be purified by the holy light. He immediately released all the moisture from his robes, the droplets forming a line that wrapped around their waists like octopuses.
Just as Russell turned to leave, Count Dracula, who had been lying dead on the ground, got up. Half of his head, which had been melted away by holy light, was replaced. Seeing Gabriel attack the Hell's Gate, he immediately cursed and launched an attack.
Gabriel remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious to the sneak attack from behind, his hands, which were resting on his sword, remained perfectly still.
Upon seeing this, Dracula let out a shriek, and his five sharp claws shot out, aiming straight for his heart in the back.
Holy light bursts forth!
Amidst the endless radiance, one can faintly hear the tolling of bells and chants; with a more imaginative mind, one can even conjure images of angels flapping their wings.
Dracula let out a heart-wrenching scream, his tall body enveloped in light, like a riverbank made of sand, collapsing and evaporating bit by bit from his bat wings and limbs to his head and torso.
Russell was delighted by the screams and managed to suppress his laughter. Seeing that his men were about to turn to smoke, he immediately swirled up the water and flew out of the passage.
The moment Russell left, Dracula finally couldn't hold on any longer. His body disintegrated and he could no longer maintain his form. A black bat flew out from his heart, screaming shrilly as it flew towards the ventilation shaft.
Suddenly, a stream of water swept over and entangled the bat.
Splat!
The screams abruptly stopped!
Russell was unaware that he had killed Dracula. Firstly, the system hadn't given any notification, and secondly, Dracula hadn't completely died even after being dead for quite some time. He also didn't expect that casually annoying the other party would result in taking his head.
He hurriedly led a few people out of the castle's underground, and their momentum continued until they reached the rain before stopping.
A sudden clap of thunder sent a shiver down his spine, and Russell regained his composure. As long as the thunder and rain continued, he had the means to cope with whatever happened.
Rumble—
A beam of light shot straight into the sky, piercing through the dark clouds and reaching the heavens, and penetrating deep into the earth's core, shaking the Hell's Gate.
In a daze, an angel with wings on its back appeared, raising the Sword of Judgment and stabbing down.
Lucian and the others screamed even louder. Russell raised his hand and created a water curtain to protect them, then flipped his hand and sent them ten thousand meters away.
At that moment, the earth shook violently, the massive Frozen Castle collapsed, and the majestic mountain peak broke off from the mountainside, plunging into the endless abyss with a whistling sound.
Russell's eyelids twitched. The World Quest had failed again. Where should he go to look for clues next?
Russell didn't really care about the Hell's Gate or what Gabriel was thinking. As long as he wasn't the one to push open the gates, nothing else mattered as much as the World Quest.
Boom!!
Another loud bang, and billowing black smoke shot into the sky from the mountainside, releasing dense Dark Energy that transformed into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky.
The hand was just a blurry outline, and the column of smoke resembled an arm, but Russell dared not underestimate this arm. The terrifying energy contained within was enough to change the world, or at the very least, to raze this mountain range to the ground.
A giant hand reached into the sky, shattering the invisible angel, and then crashed down, slamming heavily onto the earth.
A mountain peak was leveled, shockwaves spread, and the earth rippled like a tidal wave, the boundless force spreading in all directions. In an instant, mountains were broken, rivers changed course, and the terrifying earthquake crumpled the mountainous region into a rubble, ruthlessly transforming it into a new landscape.
However, all of this was just a casual strike; the real culprit had not yet appeared.
Russell looked at the devastation of the world, glanced at the sparse rain, nodded to himself in admiration, and then turned and ran.
In mid-air, the sword-wielding angel reappeared, raising his longsword to sever the dark arm, causing it to dissipate into black mist.
Having succeeded in his attack, the angel with the sword lifted a beam of light into the sky, which split into four and shot out in four directions, transforming into four sharp swords to guard the four directions.
One by one, sharp swords fell to the ground, their blades sinking into the earth. The light curtains connected with each other, forming a huge square barrier.
Russell: "..."
A shimmering light flashed before his eyes, and he was only a step away. He just needed to accelerate slightly to escape.
The water flow swept up a stone, which shattered upon impact with the barrier, turning into white powder that was then blown away by the wind.
Forcing his way in wouldn't work, and outsmarting him wasn't an option, so Russell dug a hole and settled in.
Since things have come to this, we can only stay put for now!
In the distance, amidst the fractured mountain range, half of a black column of smoke recedes, revealing a bottomless black cavity. Wisps of black mist rise, distorting the air and obscuring the view inside.
Soon, a handsome man dressed in a long black robe floated out of the dark cavity. The man was slender and thin, giving people an eerie feeling of being weak yet invincible. His long black hair was tied back, and like Van Helsing's, he had dark golden eyes.
[Bite]
[The host has come into contact with the story character Asmodeus (a projected clone), triggering Lottery Draw. Three draws are granted. Do you wish to draw now?]
Who is Asmodeus?
Russell had never heard of this name before, but that didn't stop him from knowing that this was a big shot, so he decisively opened all three draws.
[Character Card: Asmodeus - Avatar Projection (Fallen Angel, Demon God, King of Hell)]
[Skill Card: Stigmata (Engraved with the purest Angel's Power)]
[Skill Card: Dark Projection (Will is the clone, will is the self)]
Russell: "..."
It looks so powerful, but why would a fallen angel, the King of Hell, possess the purest Angel's Power? Is he a traitor?
Russell shook his head, dispelling the urge to complain. Western mythological figures were always baffling, especially the angels and devils in the Bible, who could fall from grace so easily, and a seemingly innocent demon king could be redeemed so easily. Delving into these things was pointless; all he knew was that this lottery draw was a huge win, and this Character Card alone was a massive profit.
Asmodeus floated in mid-air, stretched, and revealed a bright smile, "Gabriel, a familiar name, why not Raphael?"