the end of the heavens

……

Transphania!

The residence of the Villelis family is located in the central and western part of Romania, a remote and deserted ancient town, a dangerous forbidden place plagued by vampires, where Count Dracula ruled with fear and death.

During the long journey, Van Helsing explained the situation of the mission clearly, and told all the information about Count Dracula without reservation.

He is a lazy person with no memory and past, so he lives very confused.Because he knows nothing but exorcism, he has been working as an exorcist. If not, he is a homeless man waiting to die.

Although his personality is somewhat negative, in essence, he can be classified into the camp of order, that is, a good person in a broad sense!

The distant mountains are covered with snow, and a group of 12 people rode into the ancient town on horseback. The remote rural areas are naturally not as good as the metropolis of Paris.As far as the eye can see, there are wooden houses piled up with white snow, muddy land after the snow melts, and unruly people that come standard in poor mountains and bad waters.

The townspeople responded with a hostile attitude towards outsiders, gathered from all directions, and surrounded Russell, Fan Helsing and others. They said nothing, but held farm tools, axes, and machetes, and their indifferent eyes were full of rejection.

"Van Helsing, look at them, it seems that your notoriety has spread to Transphania." Russell joked.

"It has nothing to do with me, they just don't welcome outsiders."

At this time, a slightly neatly dressed man walked out of the crowd, with a pale and beardless face, a black windbreaker and a high hat, and said in a gloomy voice, "Outsiders, welcome to Transphania. Get your arms down, or I'll kill you."

Van Helsing was about to say something, when suddenly the crowd started whispering, the townspeople pointed at Serena and whispered, and he faintly heard someone mentioning Princess Anna.

"What happened to them?" Van Helsing looked suspiciously at Serena, wondering why the townspeople were talking about her.

"I don't know, maybe it's heatstroke."

The gloomy man raised his iron pick, "This group of people pretending to be Princess Anna must be the minions of vampires. Arrest them."

Russell shook his head slightly. He saw greed in the man's eyes, greed for beauty and wealth, and wanted to take advantage of the large number of people to bully them outsiders.

He was also extremely disappointed by the performance of the townspeople, each of them rushed up with weapons. Obviously, this was not the first time they had done such a thing as killing people for money.

Bang!

With a gunshot, under the horrified gaze of the townspeople, the gloomy man disappeared from the neck up.

Russell held two guns crossed on his chest, his eyes were full of sword intent, and frightened the surrounding townspeople away, "We are here for Count Dracula, we don't have time to talk nonsense with you, where are Prince Weeken and Princess Anna, let them Come out and talk."

The corners of Van Helsing's eyes twitched slightly, "Russell, you shouldn't have killed him..."

"is it?"

Russell glanced at Van Helsing, "Then what are you doing with your hand on the gun?"

"Tickle!"

Chapter 500 I have nothing but money

In the middle of the forest, in an open space covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, a thick log stood in the soil, with a handsome young Caucasian man hanging from it.

The young man was hanging with both hands, and the rope was tied loosely. To be precise, he stretched out his hands to hold the rope, pretending to be hung up.

Considering that the camera has not yet been invented, it is impossible for a crew to go into the mountains to shoot, and py placed in the wild is not popular these days, so the young man tied the logs by himself, in fact, using himself as a bait to lure the enemy to attack.

The young man is the Prince Wickon that Russell and others are looking for. His sister, Princess Anna, and several servants are hiding in the grass, setting a trap to capture and kill Count Dracula's minion, a werewolf.

Except for a circle of open space in the center of the column, the surrounding dense forest is dark, and the white fog is hazy, so the vision is not clear.

The work of baiting is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be buried in the belly of the wolf. Weeken has been on guard for a long time, and he has already been frightened.

At this time, there was a faint low growl in the dense forest. Hearing this, the muscles of his whole body tensed, and the sweat slid down his temples. , Dracula sent you here to kill me, what are you waiting for?"

"Ho Ho Ho—"

The wolf roared, and a huge figure rushed out with the strong wind, stomping heavily on the ground with its hind legs, and in the blink of an eye, it jumped in front of Viken.

The moment the werewolf roared, Weeken grabbed the rope, turned over and stood on the log, narrowly avoiding the attack of the werewolf.

He dared to bring people to hunt and kill werewolves, and he used himself as a bait, and he had already made complete preparations.I saw him stepping on the log and jumping upwards, catching the hanging rope in the air, and someone in the grass turned the pulley to pull him up high.

I can't laugh for more than three seconds!

Seeing that the distance from the werewolf was getting farther and farther away, the pulley suddenly got stuck, and The Weekn was hanging in the air with a pouty face.The werewolf quickly climbed up the log, his huge body kept jumping up, every time he swung his claws, Viken barely avoided it.

"Pull me up!!"

With the werewolf's sharp claws and bloody mouth under his feet, Viken was so frightened that he could smell bad breath.

Seeing that her brother's life was in danger, Princess Anna jumped out of the grass and killed the werewolf without caring much.

Since Anna was also on the hunting list, the werewolf saw her, immediately turned around and gave up on Viken, jumped off the log, hissed and majestic in mid-air, and then... fell into the pit.

In the grass, the long-awaited servant cut the trap rope, and a huge iron cage rose from the pit, and the werewolf was locked inside.

Weeken pulled out a pistol with silver bullets to shoot, and was hit by the rising iron cage and fell on the branch and suffered some minor injuries, but the pistol disappeared somewhere.

The crowd surged in the grass, and seven or eight servants rushed out, raising their guns and shooting at the werewolf.

It's strange that they made cumbersome plans, surveying the dense forest, digging pits and burying iron cages, and even Vikun would not hesitate to risk himself, but they just didn't want to buy a few more silver bullets.

A group of people crackled and fired wildly for a long time, but the werewolf didn't do anything, but broke the rope that lifted the iron cage.

People are unlucky enough to drink water and have gaps between their teeth. Some people are unlucky because of bad luck, and some people are unlucky due to lack of pre-work.

Anna belonged to the latter group. Just as she was about to pick up the pistol with silver bullets, a large iron cage appeared in front of her eyes.

The iron cage fell to the ground and fell into a comminuted fracture. The werewolf and Anna faced each other, their smiles gradually grim.

The servants fled watching the wind, Anna didn't have time to pick up the gun, without saying a word, she stepped on her two long, strong and tight legs, and ran away without a trace.

"Ho Ho Ho!!" The werewolf tore through the iron cage and followed Anna on all fours.

Beauty, Beast, Grove...

After chasing me and fleeing, Anna's face turned pale, and there was an abyss ahead, and there was nowhere to escape!

The hurricane came, and the roar was close to her ears. Anna barely raised her long sword, and faced the werewolf who was rushing from the sky, her eyes were full of determination.

At the critical moment, Weeken exploded with his sister-controlling power, overtook the werewolf in two steps, pushed his sister Anna away, and resolutely opened his hands to go into the abyss with the werewolf.

In general, the bait tactics formulated by The Weekn and Anna are too idealistic, and the cruel reality is unwilling to buy it, which leads to all kinds of blood in the implementation of the plan, from beginning to end.

Hmm... Fortunately, the rot is relatively uniform, and there are no prominent rotten spots!

If nothing else, The Weeknd and Ana will pay in blood for their recklessness and sloppiness, and the one who survives will learn his lesson and grow into a strong warrior overnight.

However, accidents always come one after another. The hero saves the beauty not only the privilege of the elder brother, but also the passing wild exorcist.