How come this main god space is filled with stitching monsters!

Dracula walked out of the blood pool, still holding the rectangular mirror tightly in his hand.

He paced back and forth in the room angrily, and his mind went through all the solutions he knew that might help him at the moment: magic, memes, luck, faith.

As a former saint, Dracula's understanding of the rules of the multiverse, even if only considering the current multiverse, is more than 99% of the intellectual life.

Dracula knew that reversing life and death was a big deal. The good news was that he only needed to find a carrier that met the conditions, and he didn't need to really reverse life and death. Otherwise, he might have to deal with the legendary wheel of reincarnation. But the bad news was that this carrier was closely related to him, so he couldn't use magic to create a carrier and use it.

Dracula died too early. If he could live to sleep during the human revolution, he might know that a genius dragon lich appeared in the undead race. He was a demigod and specialized in a legendary spell involving the concept of reincarnation. Although it had extremely complicated usage restrictions, the [Legendary Spell·Flesh Derivation] did reincarnate from the soul factor level, allowing a skeleton dragon to derive real flesh and blood, and finally return to the state of the silver dragon race.

As Dracula paced, his eyes suddenly fell on the only ordinary person in the room.

Else, the white-haired girl Else who was captured by Octopus and others.

"Holy Temple, Holy Temple!" Dracula, who was already worried about the third condition, roared: "Go and kill all the rats hiding in the gutter! No one will be left!"

Dracula, who was tortured by the anxiety in his dream, was very dissatisfied. Before, he focused on the seal and didn't care about this. He wondered if the remnants of the Holy Temple that were not cleaned up that year were going to give him a big one?

In order to fully enjoy the pleasure of hunting, and to kill the boredom and emptiness of the time required for the impossible task conditions, Dracula did not kill all the Templar warriors.

Legend, demigod, spiritual position, one step at a time, unless there is an innate spiritual treasure, otherwise, Dracula, who is still in the prehistoric calendar, does not think that there will be a situation of over-level counter-killing.

The strongest rebels in the past were only two legendary wizards and one legendary warrior. In the prehistoric calendar, such a combination can only have a place in the forces of the racial alliance level at most. If it is a single clan, it can't even squeeze into the top 2,000.

This is also the case. Except for the fact that the head of the Templar was killed by Dracula himself, the remaining Templar coalition forces are not opponents of Dracula's army at all.

Keeping the people of the Templar is to please himself. If these guys have threatened his safety and rule, there is no need to keep them!

Thinking of this, Dracula suddenly opened the mirror in his hand.

That was a treasure he got from a world. It had no name and was not one of the innate spiritual treasures, but in Dracula's opinion, it was no less than an innate spiritual treasure.

He called this thing a plague mirror, which could flatten the entire world and then inflict plague on the world. In addition to various conventional plagues, there were four types of plagues that could directly transform the army: precision-controlled worms, zombies, shadow vampires, and giant gorillas. The three legions in Dracula's hands came from this.

"Hmph! It's still the same group of dead leftovers!"

Dracula snorted coldly, slid his fingers, and directly mobilized all the troops surrounding those strongholds. The zombies, giant gorillas, and dark night vampires were in the line, and there were also air strikes by the spirit worms hidden in the dark. Under the deployment at all costs, Dracula had seen through the data on the plague mirror that all the temple strongholds had been pulled out.

After doing all this, Dracula threw the Plague Mirror into the blood pool, but he didn't notice that when the last stronghold was about to be destroyed and all the power of the Temple was about to be destroyed, a tiny but azure symbol appeared on the map.

Temple.

Dracula opened his hand, and a huge iron cage emerged from the castle, and then hit Zhang Heng heavily.

The iron cage imprisoned Zhang Heng in it. There were densely carved tiny runes on the iron cage, and the runes emitted light specifically used to suppress the werewolf transformation effect. This was some of the techniques Dracula learned in multiple plane transfers, and he also learned it from the Crusaders in various planes.

"Why don't you go? Are you waiting here for me to celebrate for you?!"

Dracula, who imprisoned Zhang Heng, saw that his three brides rushed out to destroy the remnants of the Temple, and the octopus brought by Else was still standing here, and a pair of sharp fangs slowly emerged.

"No, great Master Dracula, your servant has made a great discovery. I found the miracle that meets your needs."

"What did you say?!"

The octopus lowered his head, trying to prevent Dracula from seeing his expression, and then reported all the information his clone had obtained in the temple base belonging to the Spider Knight.

When Chu Hao and Ares were communicating through the instrument left by Tony Stark, they mentioned Vision.

Whether it was the original artificial intelligence Vibranium body Vision or the current Frankenstein Vision, they were essentially transformed from inanimate objects to living things, which perfectly met the third condition for Dracula to ascend to the throne.

"But my lord, this information is several days old."

A perfect song, a post, a content, a 6-9 book, a forum!

"It doesn't matter. No matter how fast they run, they can't escape this world!"

A pair of huge bat wings suddenly spread out, stirring up a gust of wind. The originally irritable Dracula regained his elegance that he hadn't shown for a long time, as if he had won.

"As long as they can't escape this world, they can't escape from my palm!"

Dracula rushed out of the castle and left the territory that he hadn't stepped out of for nearly a hundred years.

The smell that was enough to make a normal person collapse blew in the wind, but Dracula didn't care at all. He had endured this feeling for many years. Although he came up with the idea of ​​hiding in the blood pool to reduce some of the torture he had to endure during this period, he was tortured by this smell all the time in the first fifty years.

Now, victory is in sight, what can't be endured?

Looking up at the full moon, Dracula, who wanted to roar to the sky, seemed to have seen the moment when he would re-imprint the Holy Way on the high latitudes. He swore that by then he must be as far away from the Kingdom of the Lord of Holy Light as possible!