Energy Controller of Meiman

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The scythe struck Dracula's neck, cutting through the skin and flesh, but was intercepted by the bones.

Dracula's bones are so strong!

John's hand was numb from the shock. At the same time, the sickle was stuck between the gaps in Dracula's spine and could not be pulled out at all.

"Roar!"

Dracula roared, and his two fleshy wings stretched out from behind, breaking the black threads around him, and violently slapped John away.

John's sickle was connected to him with an iron chain. There was only a "bang" sound, the iron chain suddenly straightened, and John flew back in the direction of Dracula.

Dracula also felt uncomfortable. He was pulled by the huge force and was a little unsteady. At the same time, the sickle was stuck in his neck even more tightly.

In mid-air, John reached into his arms with one hand and took out a cross filled with bright energy. With the other hand, he held the iron chain around his waist and injected the electric energy in his body into the chain. Thunder and lightning followed the iron chain. Rush towards Dracula at top speed.

Dracula lowered his head and wanted to pull out the scythe embedded in his neck, but John was too close to him. Before he could pull out the scythe, he was struck by lightning.

Dracula resisted the numbness of being struck by lightning, pulled out the sickle, and threw it out with all his strength.

John was pushed aside by the huge force, but he still adjusted his body shape and slapped the cross in his hand hard on Dracula's face.

Dracula screamed and backed away quickly.

John did not intend to continue the pursuit. The gap in strength between him and Dracula was still too big. Although he could use some means to gain some advantage from Dracula's carelessness, that was all.

He pulled the chain, put the scythe shining with lightning back into his hand, and ran towards Van Helsing, pushing back the vampires along the way, and stood behind Van Helsing.

"Go to the forest!"

John's voice was extremely low, but with Van Helsing's hearing, he could still hear it clearly.

Although Van Helsing didn't understand John's intention, he still nodded imperceptibly. Together with John, they fought and retreated, and soon arrived at the edge of the forest.

At this time, Dracula also reacted. He spread his wings and came diagonally above the two Johns. He looked down at the two Johns from a high position.

"Mastering the three energies of lightning, light and darkness at the same time, what exactly are you?"

Hearing these words, John suddenly felt unhappy: "What am I? I'm not a thing... Damn, I'm so angry, you're not a thing! You bastard, you better take care of yourself! How does it feel to have a deformed face? ?”

When Dracula heard this, he wanted to touch his cheek, but as soon as he raised his hand, his pupils contracted.

The marks burned by the light energy on his hands had not yet completely healed. At the same time, he felt that there was a big problem with his neck. He stretched out his hand and touched it, but the wound there had not healed either!

"What have you done?!" Dracula roared angrily.

John curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Don't you already know that I am a dark wizard? You have been hit by my weapons so many times and have been in contact for such a long time. How could you not be hit by my witchcraft and curse? , should I call you an idiot, or should I call you an idiot?"

In fact, the reason why Dracula's wounds are difficult to heal is not the witchcraft and curse cast by John, but the werewolf venom in the black fog on the scythe.

John already knew that Dracula could be killed by werewolves, so of course he would be prepared in advance. When he was in the United States, he purposefully hunted werewolves and collected a large amount of werewolf venom.

Werewolf venom, combined with other poisons with weakening and paralyzing properties, plus some very difficult curses, and shielding spells, finally formed the seemingly useless black fog that John used before.

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nbsp; John called this poison specially prepared for Dracula "Dracula Must Die". Well, the purpose is very clear...

The effect of the poison is very obvious, but John's strength and the weapons in his hands are a big hindrance. Otherwise, if the head is cut off directly and cannot be healed, isn't that guy Dracula dead and unable to die again?

Dracula was hesitant. With his self-healing ability severely weakened, it would be unwise to fight with Gabriel, whose strength was not much lower than his own, and with a mysterious person with unusual abilities.

But it’s not okay to just let it go.

He didn't really care about losing face. John had a way to weaken his self-healing ability, and that was what he feared the most.

Dracula was hesitating, but John was not. He pulled Van Helsing and ran quickly into the forest. Every few steps he took, he would touch the trees next to him, and these trees, as long as they were touched by John, would be destroyed. From bottom to top, it burns directly!

Van Helsing was stunned. Not only could John use the three energies of lightning, light and darkness, but now he could even use fire. Is there anything else he couldn't use?

John didn't pay attention to Van Helsing's expression. He kicked down several ignited trees along the road to stop the vampires chasing them.

"Van Helsing, drink this thing, then relax your body and don't resist my spell."

As John ran, he threw a bottle of potion to Van Helsing.

Van Helsing was very confused, but he still opened the stopper of the potion and drank the suspicious potion. As soon as he drank it, he regretted it. The taste of the potion was really disgusting.

He couldn't help retching twice, and looked at John with suspicion: "What is this? It can't be poison, right?"

"Yes, that's poison..."

Before John finished speaking, he saw Van Helsing put his hand into his mouth, preparing to spit out the potion.

John glared at Van Helsing: "Don't vomit! If you vomit, I will run away by myself!"

Only then did Van Helsing take out his hand, frowned and asked John: "Didn't you say this is poison? Why don't you let me spit it out?"

"Is there a hole in your head?" John yelled: "Don't you know how high your spell resistance is? If I don't let you drink this potion that reduces spell resistance, how can I cast a spell on you? I drank this bottle too!”

Van Helsing frowned, drank the weirder and more disgusting potion, turned to John and asked: "What is this bottle? Is it also a potion that reduces spell resistance?"

"That's not true," John's voice was full of joy: "This bottle is pure poison. It's not very strong. It will just give you diarrhea for five or six days. This is the price you paid for questioning me before!"

"John, you bastard!"

Van Helsing roared angrily.

"Stop yelling, use up all the holy water and crosses on your body, and make a simple trap. We won't have anything left in a while!"

John said, took out a bottle of potion from his arms, took off his mask, suppressed the discomfort, and poured it into his mouth.

"Ahem, the wizard's potion is so disgusting! If I had known I was going to drink this, I would have made it better."

John turned his head and looked at Van Helsing, his eyelids twitching as he looked at the "simple" trap he had made.

This trap is so simple that as long as you have a brain, you can't step into it.

"Have you really lived for hundreds of years? Why is it so difficult to make a trap? But now I can't care about that much."

John used the dark energy in his body to create a very thick black fog to block other people's sight and perception. Then he cast witchcraft on Van Helsing and himself, and jumped into the Danube River in front of him with Van Helsing.