Chapter 197 The Death of the Archbishop

Outside the castle, a wave of blood poured in over the city wall and washed directly into the castle square, and the stumps and flesh melted into the blood.

The formation formed by the remaining thirty knights was instantly swept away by the blood wave, and the injured vampires who fell to the ground were quickly recovering after bathing in the blood wave.

Dracula floated in the air, a pair of bat wings stretched out, and the moonlight hit his shadow on the ground, covering the entire castle.

Archbishop Cecil felt the dangerous aura coming from behind, and turned to face Dracula, the dazzling holy light of the cross flickered.

Dracula looked at Cecil on the ground expressionlessly, and the scarlet in his eyes became more and more intense.

Suddenly, thousands of bats flew out from around the castle and rushed towards the cross above Cecil, which soon completely covered up the light of the cross.

The vampires, who were rendered immobile by the holy light of the cross, regained control over their own bodies and rushed towards the knights.

Behind Cecil, the two dukes also stretched out their bat wings and stared gloomily at the archbishop.

"You've actually been promoted to prince!" Cecil stared at Dracula floating in the air, her eyes cracking!

He never imagined that Dracula would break through to the blood rank of the prince.

Such an existence has never appeared in the history of the blood race for thousands of years!

Gollum!

Cecil stared intently at Dracula, ignoring the cross that was not covered by the bats, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat!

The Vampire Prince is on the same level as the Pope!

"Dracula is already a prince, no wonder he didn't kill him!" Van Helsing, who was hiding, was also shocked when he heard Archbishop Cecil's exclamation.

"It looks like it's a complete failure this time." Fan Helsing shook his head and sighed in a low voice: "I still want to use the moonlight to become a werewolf, but now it seems that there is no need for that."

Zhang Ziling, who was beside Fan Helsing, did not pick up what Fan Helsing said, but kept staring at Dracula in the sky, the smile on the corner of his mouth getting worse and worse.

"So it is," Zhang Ziling muttered to himself, "The surface of the statue of Cain is plated with silver, Dracula turned out to be playing this abacus!"

"Huh? Brother Zhang Ziling, what are you talking about?" Fan Haixin heard Zhang Ziling muttering to himself.

He asked suspiciously, "Does Dracula's transformation into a prince have anything to do with the silver-plated statue on the tower?"

"Well, to be precise, it was because of that statue that Dracula was able to advance to Prince."

"It is estimated that this banquet is used to witness the ceremony of Dracula's advancement. No wonder the other two dukes are so respectful to Dracula."

Zhang Ziling looked at Dracula in the sky and said with a smile: "Now, then Archbishop Cecil is dead. Dracula has advanced to the blood rank of the prince, so there is no need to worry about the church."

"You can laugh at this?" Fan Hai grimaced, "Cecile wins and we may still survive. Dracula wins, so aren't we doomed?"

Hearing Fan Helsing's words, Zhang Ziling shook his head with a smile, and instead of continuing what Van Helsing said, he continued to mutter to himself: "Dracula used silver to cover up Cain's perception of this place, and then use Lilith's portrait. Ban the statue of Cain on that tower"

"In this way, Dracula can unscrupulously steal Cain's power, although the power is very small, so little that Cain may not find it!"

"However, that is the power of God after all. The addition of such a higher level of power to Dracula has long since changed Dracula's strength."

"I estimate that if things go on like this, Dracula will be able to obtain a godhead after stealing Cain's power for hundreds of years."

Hearing Zhang Ziling's words, Fan Haixin was stunned.

"You, what are you talking about? God?"

Gollum!

"God really exists?" Fan Haixin swallowed hard. He couldn't believe it. He always thought that these were just made up, just like those people in the church who used the Lord to fool the world all day long.

"Of course, otherwise where do you think the power of the church group comes from?" Zhang Ziling raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I guess the church pope has also gained some divine power, perhaps even stronger than Dracula."

"This world is crazy! Is this still the 21st century?" Van Helsing rolled his eyes, staring at Dracula in the sky in disbelief.

At this time, the bat wings behind Dracula had covered half of the sky, and the entire castle fell into the shadow of Dracula.

"Killed by such an existence, I will be able to brag with my friends after going to hell in the future!" Van Helsing looked at Dracula, and he now understood that he could not escape no matter what.

"Sorry Zhang Ziling, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here, and now you have to go to hell with me!" Fan Haixin apologized to Zhang Ziling with a wry smile.

Hearing Fan Haixin's apology, Zhang Ziling smiled slightly and said, "Actually, you don't need to apologize."

"Why?" Fan Haixin was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and patted Zhang Ziling on the shoulder, "Good brother! You have no grievances when I cheated on you like this, you are my friend, and I have made a deal with Fan Haixin! If there is an underworld. , I will follow you from now on!"

Zhang Ziling was taken aback by Fan Haixin, then shook his head with a smile, looked at Dracula in the sky again, and said nothing.

Prince Dracula, what is it?

Even if Cain comes, you can't die.

"Cecil, do you have a last word?" Dracula's mouth curled slightly, his index finger twitched, and the countless bats flew away with the church artifact sacrificed by Cecil.

Cecil's body trembled, and glanced at the knights who were about to die and wounded, and there was no movement outside the castle.

Cecil knew that another archbishop and dozens of priests had already been dealt with by Dracula.

This time, completely planted!

Cecil took a few steps back subconsciously, but was blocked by the blood wall condensed by the two dukes behind him.

Dracula looked at Cecil's embarrassed appearance, chuckled lightly, put away the bat wings behind him, and tapped his toes to the ground.

"Since you don't speak," Dracula walked slowly to Cecil, and gently stroked Cecil's face with his delicate and exaggerated palm, "Then I'll take it that you have no last words!"

After Dracula finished speaking, his sharp nails left five bloodstains on Cecil's face.

"One day, the Lord will punish you."

Cecil could no longer see the hope of surviving, so he closed his eyes and started to pray.

"Lord? God?" Dracula looked at Cecil who was praying with his eyes closed, and chuckled, "No one in this world can judge me!"

puff!

Dracula's hand directly penetrated Cecil's chest, squeezing Cecil's still beating heart!

"Lord" Cecil opened his eyes, his pupils gradually dilated, and finally he lost his breath.

The archbishop of the church, the world's top powerhouse, was easily crushed by Dracula.

Archbishop Cecil is dead!

Dracula pulled his arm from Cecil's chest and licked the blood from his fingertips with his tongue.

"Clean up the bodies, now we have to entertain, our uninvited friends!"

Dracula turned his eyes to Van Helsing and Zhang Ziling, raised his lips and smiled!