A certain sword soul's infinite journey

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..."

Chapter 613 Fighting against the Chief Priest of Hell

"Of course you know!"

A voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile interrupted Fan Helsing's contemplation, and everyone turned their heads one after another, only to see Barberit grinning, looking at Fan Helsing with an evil smile.

"Because you are God's Sheriff, Gabriel, God's left hand!"

"Crack-"

Lightning flashed through the window, and Van Helsing's face changed suddenly.

Different from the previous Dracula, Barberit's words carried a hint of bewitching evil power, so that Van Helsing had a splitting headache instantly after hearing it, as if something wanted to drill out of his head Same.

"what!"

Fan Helsing suddenly yelled in pain, and the right hand holding the revolver couldn't help but beat his head.

"Van Helsing!"

Anna exclaimed, and hurried over to grab Fan Helsing's arm.

Arya and Viken also looked at Van Helsing in astonishment, only Seymour showed a hint of joy on his face.

No wonder the task must be to assist Van Helsing to eliminate Dracula. It turns out that there is such a big BOSS waiting behind. Now it’s alright, boss, we have to leave it to the boss to deal with it. We little shrimps only need to deal with Dracula Enough!

Seymour thought with ease in his heart, and turned his head to give Arya an unconcerned look.

Arya was slightly taken aback, a little confused, but out of trust in Seymour, she restrained her impulse and waited for the subsequent changes in the matter.

Not long after, Fan Helsing's arm was gradually lowered, and a faint golden light appeared in his eyes.

Barberit grinned, showing an evil smile, and laughed loudly: "Very good! That's it! Come out Gabriel, only you can be called my opponent, those... well, Gabriel Bailie?"

Barbelit's eyes widened immediately, looking at those golden pupils that quickly faded, a look of astonishment and disbelief appeared on his evil handsome face.

What the hell?Gabriel actually retracted? !

Is it because he saw that the opponent was Barberit?

"Damn Gabriel! You will pay for your arrogance!"

Barberit roared angrily, and countless bolts of lightning pierced the sky as if in response, as if the whole world was angry with his anger.

Cold sweat oozed from Arya's forehead in large patches.

Fan Helsing shook his head, and managed to brace himself to look forward.

Viken swallowed his saliva, and looked at the ferocious Barberitt with horror and despair, while Anna tightly grasped Van Helsing's arm, her delicate body wrapped in leather armor trembled slightly.

"How... what should I do?"

Anna's voice trembled too.

Seymour looked out the window at the dark clouds that were brewing with thunder, and then at his companions who seemed to have lost their fighting spirit, he couldn't help but sigh slightly: "At this point, I can only use the last move master gave me. "

"...What is the last resort?"

Arya couldn't help but look sideways. Does Seymour have any killer tricks that she doesn't know about?

Under everyone's gaze, Seymour showed a calm smile, took a slow step forward with the Fire Dragon Sword in his hand, then sank into his dantian, and let out a deafening roar: "Master! Help!"

In an instant, a cyan-blue sword light pierced the sky, shattering the top of the castle with a layer of energy film that cannot be seen by the naked eye as if smashing glass.

The invisible breath was washed away with the fall of the blue sword light.

Everyone, including Seymour, felt their heads cleared up, and the sense of hopelessness and powerlessness just now was swept away.

Viken asked in astonishment, "What's going on?"

"It's an illusion!"

Seymour looked out the window solemnly, only to see that the dark clouds outside the window were still overwhelming, but the lightning bolts that could cut through the sky following Barberit's words had disappeared.

Obviously, this should be some kind of special ability of Barbelit to show strength.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but raised their heads and looked towards the sky, only to see a huge hole appeared on the ceiling of the castle, and a blue figure slowly fell from it, with both feet on the ground, blocking Barberit's view. Looking at Seymour and the others, he said in a flat tone, "Sorry, this road doesn't work."

The faint words echoed in the hall.

Arya suddenly opened her almond eyes, turned her head to stare at Seymour and asked, "Is that Master?"

Seymour looked at the blue figure and nodded with certainty: "Of course!"

At this time, the blue figure turned his head, revealing the face with a blue color, but the facial features clearly belonged to Lin Yi.

"It's really Master!"

Arya was overjoyed immediately, but then a trace of doubt arose immediately.

How could Master become like this?

As soon as the doubt arose, Lin Yi's voice sounded in her and Seymour's hearts at the same time.

"Don't take it lightly, this is a clone of mine, it only has a part of the power of the main body, and it doesn't last long, so when we fight later, I will pin Barberit out. As for Dracula, I still have to leave it to you to deal with ..."

It was so!

Arya and Seymour looked at each other, then nodded in unison.

Dracula was originally their mission goal, so it's a bit embarrassing for Master to take it all at once, let them solve it by themselves!

However, thinking of Seymour's serious last move, Arya couldn't help but have black lines all over her head, and said in a low voice, "Is this your last move?"

"Hehe~"

Seymour smiled, and instead of being ashamed, he whispered proudly: "You don't know that, Master loves us, but every trial task will always secretly arrange some measures to deal with accidents. Last time I faced When facing Smaug, it was the master who suddenly appeared and saved me..."

The senior sister and younger brother were whispering.

On the side, Viken and Anna looked at each other in blank dismay. They had already sensed the great trust Seymour had placed in this blue figure. It seemed that as soon as he appeared, all dangers would disappear.

Fan Helsing looked at Lin Yi with frowning.

For some reason, he always felt that this person looked at him with a trace of unkindness, as if he was very unhappy.

In fact, Lin Yi was really upset with him, but it wasn't against Van Helsing in the human body, but the golden figure that overlapped him at the soul level - Gabriel.

No wonder Dracula always calls Gabriel a jerk, because this guy is really cunning!

When Barberit appeared just now, this guy was planning to fight, but he realized that he had leaked a little power, and retreated decisively, as if he was very sure that he would make a move.

To be honest, if there were no trial missions, he would definitely take Seymour and Arya away, and let that cunning angel face Dracula and Barberit by himself!

"who are you?"

Barbelit looked at Lin Yi solemnly.

He could sense that the power of this person was extremely high, even faintly above his body, which was undoubtedly very bad news.

But at the same time, he also noticed a piece of good news, that is, this person should be the same as him, only a ray of divine thought attached to the body and descended, not the main body himself.

'There should be more...'

Barberit narrowed his eyes slightly.

Dracula twitched the corners of his mouth and remained silent from the bottom of his heart.

Since the arrival of this person, a deadly sense of crisis has hit Dracula's mind like a tide...

Absolutely yes, this person really has the ability to kill him!

Dracula stood there silently, his figure looming behind Barberit.

Lin Yi glanced at Dracula indifferently, and then set his eyes on that handsome and evil young man.

"Barberit, originally a cherub of heaven, fell into hell and became the chief priest of hell. He is the representative of the devil king who signed a soul contract with the creatures of the world. Am I right?"

"So what?"

Barberit proudly puffed out his chest.

"..."

Lin Yi frowned and sized him up, then suddenly shook his head.

"You are not a cherub."

"Of course I am not a cherub, I am the chief priest of hell!"

Barbelit frowned. Although he didn't understand why Lin Yi said such words, he could still feel the faint contempt.