A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 614 Barbelit

"boom!!"

The bursting flames quickly devoured Dracula's figure.

Fan Helsing opened his mouth dully, and stretched his right hand forward slightly.

He wanted to speak out to stop them, but the speed of the two people was so fast that he was already fighting Dracula before he even had time to utter the first word.

Recalling the stormy battle just now, Fan Helsing couldn't help the corners of his eyes twitching.

With that kind of speed and strength that doesn't resemble human beings, who is the vampire? !
At the same time, Seymour and Arya did not hesitate to bully themselves, intending to take advantage of the victory to take Dracula down.

But at this moment, amidst the blazing flames, a black shadow rose rapidly. Seymour and Arya's pupils shrank, and the alarm bells sounded in their minds, and they stomped and jumped towards the sides.

"Roar!!"

A furious roar came from the flames, and the sound waves turned into shock waves that quickly swelled up the flames, and then burst like a balloon pierced by a needle, and the hot flames quickly dissipated in all directions.

From the embers of the flames, a three-meter-tall humanoid bat stepped out. His skin was as pale as a bone, his eyes were black and violent, and his fangs stretched like daggers in his wide open mouth.

"I've changed my mind, you all will be my blood!"

Dracula, who had transformed into a vampire, said in a dark tone.

While speaking, the scorched scars on Dracula's skin healed quickly, and the two pairs of terrifying bat wings behind him suddenly opened, and his figure instantly disappeared in place.

So fast!

Seymour's pupils shrank immediately, and the flaming Fire Dragon Sword slashed behind him following a dangerous intuition, and collided with a waving pitch-black claw in an instant.

"laugh--"

The blades and claws crossed each other, creating a series of sparks.

Dracula sneered, and when Seymour's sword was too late to defend, another sharp claw slammed heavily on his chest like an afterimage.

"boom--"

Seymour's body flew backwards like a shell fired from its chamber, slamming into a wall and buried in the rubble.

Fan Helsing suddenly turned pale with shock, and immediately raised the crossbow in his hand and shot at Dracula in a row.

But it's a pity that the crossbows of the Knights of the Holy Order were obviously useless in such a battle. Dracula spread his pale bat wings to protect his figure, and all the arrows were bounced aside by the bat wings.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

A series of sparks sounded with the sound of metal and iron clashing.

Van Helsing's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth and threw away the crossbow in his hand, and took out a revolver with silver patterns engraved on it from his waist.

But at this moment, two figures, one white and one red, rushed towards Dracula from the top and the front respectively, and the red figure on the front was Seymour who had just emerged from the ruins.

At this moment, that handsome and impeccable face was staring at Dracula angrily, and the figure that charged forward with the sword was still agile and vigorous, as if it had not been affected by the blow just now.

"...Is it all right?"

Van Helsing was dumbfounded, only then did he realize that Dracula, who had given Seymour a heavy blow, was not happy, but rather gloomy.

Dracula turned into a shadow and retreated quickly, avoiding the combined blow of Seymour and Arya in time.

"who are you?"

Dracula looked at the two of them with a gloomy expression, especially his eyes stopped on Seymour's armor.

Seymour sneered, straightened his chest to meet Dracula's gaze, hammered his chest heavily with his left hand, and said arrogantly: "I didn't expect that the hardest thing on my body is not the sword, but this sword. Wearing fire dragon armor!"

"Fire dragon armor? Is this an armor forged from the scales of a fire dragon?!"

Dracula was slightly taken aback, and his face became even more gloomy when he came back to his senses.

He had just gotten his hands on that piece of armor himself, so he was naturally aware of its terrifying hardness, as well as the faint burning sensation that bounced back after the sharp claw hit it...

This thing is absolutely genuine!

Dracula narrowed his eyes slightly, full of fear in his heart.

On the side, Fan Helsing also stared wide-eyed, looking at the fiery red armor and thinking about it in his mind.

"Stop talking nonsense to him."

A cold voice came from above, Fan Helsing and Dracula raised their heads together, and suddenly saw the white figure floating in mid-air.

Looking at the pair of purple gradient wings on Arya's back, Seymour subconsciously blurted out.

"Master gave you all this?!"

"..."

Arya frowned, and glanced at Seymour from a overlooking angle: "Why, you are allowed to have the fire dragon armor, and I am not allowed to have feathered snake wings?"

...It turned out to be the wings of a Feathered Serpent.

Van Helsing breathed a sigh of relief, he thought Arya was an angel descending from the mortal world!

"I don't mean that." Seymour hastily complained.

"There is no best." Arya snorted softly, and then turned her gaze to Dracula again, "Let's make it quick, my sword pupil can see that there is another dark force that does not belong to him in the castle. Brewing..."

"... No wonder he was talking so much nonsense just now." Seymour frowned immediately, "It's too late, so let's finish the trial task quickly——Fan Helsing! He's stalling for time, let's go together!"

When he yelled the last sentence, Seymour had already charged forward with his long sword in hand.

Van Helsing was taken aback for a moment, then quickly raised his revolver to aim at Dracula, taking advantage of the gap between Seymour and Arya's fight with Dracula, he seized an opportunity to pull the trigger.

"boom--"

Magic bullets soaked in holy water burst out of the barrel.

Dracula reacted in an instant, the muscles in his thick left arm swelled, and before the bullet approached him, he swung it in a circle. The direction of his body was deflected laterally, breaking through the bone from the root of the elbow and drilling out.

"...Can it still be like this?!"

Van Helsing was suddenly dumbfounded.

Dracula sneered, clenched his rotten and blackened left arm, turned around to meet Arya and Seymour without hesitation, and let the sharp blade chop off his left arm.

The left arm fell, and Dracula smashed the ground, and his figure quickly retreated. At the same time, countless naked eyes grew tangled from the section of the broken arm, and quickly assembled into a brand new arm.

Arya frowned, and her figure fell quickly.

"Damn it, this guy's self-healing ability is too exaggerated, I have to find a way to restrain it!"

"It's useless!"

A slightly desperate voice came from the hole in the wall, and everyone turned around with a frown, and immediately saw the figures of Viken and Anna from the hole.

Viken stared at Dracula, and said in a low tone: "Dracula cannot be killed. Our ancestors once pierced his brain with bullets, pierced his heart with a silver stake, and poured holy water on him. body, but he is still alive!"

Van Helsing frowned: "Since you know everything, why didn't you tell us?"

Arya said lightly: "Of course it's because we're afraid that we might retreat and not deal with Dracula."

"..."

Van Helsing immediately showed disappointment.

Viken fell silent, apparently acquiescing to Arya's words.

"Tsk tsk, Viken and Anna, two old acquaintances again, today is really full of friends!"

Dracula showed a ferocious smile, his mouth full of fangs raised slightly, and asked in a sullen tone as if reminiscing about the past: "What do you think, my old friend?"

As the voice fell, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed outside the castle, and the dark clouds quickly covered the sky, and the heavy rain poured down, turning the entire snow mountain range and the lonely peak castle into a flood country.

"not bad."

A bell-like sound accompanied by lightning came from outside the castle, and countless black shadows spread out from every corner of the hall, gathering around Dracula to form a handsome and evil young man.

He is wearing a black robe engraved with dark gold patterns. He is about two meters tall, but his proportions are as perfect as a sculpture. There are several symmetrical black patterns on his handsome and evil cheeks, which seem to be wriggling at first glance. It makes one's scalp tingle and one's heart dread.

At this moment, the evil young man was scanning the people in front of him with his eyes shining brightly, and his scarlet tongue couldn't help licking his lips.

"One human, one elf, two descendants of Villeris, and Gabriel who lost his memory...Dracula, I am very satisfied with your hospitality!"

"Crack-"

Another bolt of lightning flashed across the window, illuminating everyone's dignified faces.

Arya twitched the corner of her mouth, and took a step back calmly: "What should I do, I feel like I can't beat this guy..."

"It's right if you can't beat it." Van Helsing shook his head, "He is Barberit, who was originally a philosophic angel of heaven, and then fell into hell with Lucifer and became the chief priest of hell. He signed a soul contract with the creatures of the world. The representative of the Demon King... If I'm not mistaken, he was the one who lured Dracula to abandon his belief in the Lord..."

"Barbelit, it turned out to be him!"

Viken and Anna immediately looked at Barberit with hatred.

Leaving Dracula's subjective consciousness aside, this fallen angel named Barberit is the chief culprit of the 400-year tragedy of the Villeris family.

Everyone fell into a silent and dignified atmosphere.

Only Seymour suddenly asked, "How do you know?"

"I..." Fan Helsing was about to answer, but suddenly his expression was startled, and he couldn't help muttering, "Yes, how did I know..."

(End of this chapter)