At this time, Yang Qun, deep in the ground, is undergoing an indescribable change.

  The mark of the devil on his forehead, once again shining with the brilliance that only he can see.

  In the Mark of the Demon King, that drop of cursed blood gifted by Dracula is emitting a magical blood-red light. This drop of blood slowly penetrated into the center of Yang Qun's forehead, and it will be completely integrated with Yang Qun! !

  This is Dracula’s cursed blood.

   contains the resentment and unwillingness left by the death of a million soldiers, and the loneliness and madness, resentment and hatred of 320,000 men who have been imprisoned for thousands of years.

  The most important thing is that it contains the curse made by Dracula crushing his own heart, and his helpless unwillingness, resentment and hatred.

  The source of this hatred comes from his love for his wife, his obsession with his wife, and his affection for his wife.

  For the gods who used his feelings, he would rather crush his own heart, but also cast an unimaginable curse on the gods! !

  And just before Yang Qun died.

  The relationship between him and Lin Wuwan, that love, and that idiot, deeply moved this drop of cursed blood.

  In the end, Yang Qun's unwillingness at death and his resentment towards the gods finally caused the resonance of this drop of cursed blood! ! !

  They all have the infatuation of this man.

  They all have this resentment towards the enemy.

  They are the same, they are a kind of people! ! !

  At this moment, Yang Qun’s Mark of the Demon King’s fit with this drop of cursed blood reached...100%! !

  Fusion, it's started! !

  This is an unimaginable fusion.

  The power of cursing wandered in Yang Qun's body, and that drop of cursed blood finally merged into Yang Qun's most important karma fire. Suffering in the fire of karma, millions of howls, shouts, roars, and painful screams are endless in Yang Qun's ears.

  Yang Qun slowly opened his eyes.

   "Where is this place?"

   "Where is this??"

Around   , there is an endless fire, flames are burning, and people are dying.

Those warriors in iron armor pierced their own people one after another. Yang Qun stepped on the stairs and walked to the top of the castle. At a glance, the wheat fields across the mountains and plains were covered by fire. In the flames, whether it was a farmer or a woman , Or old people and children, were ruthlessly killed by those soldiers wearing iron armors.

  And on their breastplates, there is a black cross stamp.

  Iron Crusader! ! !

  Sacred Army! ! !

  Yang Qun knew where he was.

  This is...Dracula’s Castle! !

  This is Dracula’s site! !

  And here... is the place where Dracula remembers the most during his lifetime.

  In the sky, golden holy lights are shining everywhere.

  There seems to be an archangel hovering in the air.

  One after another huge holy light crosses, comparable to the size of your own castle! ! They fell from the sky and hit the ground. It becomes a spot of light in the sky, adding a layer of holy shield to those warriors wearing iron armor.

  Finally, Yang Qun rushed out. He slaughtered all directions, the angels in the sky were sucked up by him, and the soldiers on the ground were beheaded by him.

  It took out the chain of hell, and the chain lightly flicked it. Thousands of soldiers on the ground were all entangled by the chain of hell, pulling them into the eighteenth layer of **** and suffering! !

  In the end, Yang Qun was mad, and all its people were killed.

  His enemy, killed all.

  The angels in the sky, all killed.

  He has eaten millions of people, he has millions of lives, but he feels empty.

  Yang Qun knelt on the ground weakly, and he felt a burst of nothingness.

  There is nothing, people, territory, crops, enemies, nothing.

At this moment, Yang Qun seemed to be possessed by Dracula. Although everything happened to Yang Qun himself, he was vividly visible, but he became Dracula at this moment. What kind of reaction did Dracula have? Mood, he can feel it.

  Finally, an enemy holding a cross appeared in front of him.

   "Dracula, where is your enemy?"

  Yang Qun raised his head, and only said two words: "Dead"

  "Where are your friends?" the man continued to ask.

   "Dead." Yang Qun still replied like this.

   "Then why are you still alive."

  Yang Qun didn’t know how to answer this question. He didn’t know whether he was also dead.

   "I... also died."

"good very good!!"

  The man holding the cross fiercely inserted the cross into Yang Qun's heart. Yang Qun felt the influx of holy power, and the power of his whole body was dissipating.

   "What is your name..." Yang Qun asked.

   "My name is... Van Helsing."

   Van Helsing.

  Monster Hunter, Van Helsing.

  The Demon Hunter, Fan Haixin.

  Or call him, Father, Van Helsing.

  He didn't really kill Dracula, but sealed him in a strange space, and used his life to form this space.

  Everything is gone, and the environment around Yang Qun has changed again.

  He felt that he was swimming in a warm liquid.

  This is like a paradise of freedom, where you can swim, you can play here, where is this place, is it...in the mother's embryo?

"Do not……"

  "You are in the world of blood."

  Dracula’s voice awakened Yang Qun.

  "In the world of hatred!!!"

  Yang Qun suddenly opened his eyes. With everything around him, where is the paradise where he can freely travel around the world? This is clearly hell! ! !

  The liquid things around are nothing but human blood.

  In the blood, countless dry bones, carrion, floating in the blood, gurgling bubbles. Countless souls wandering in the blood pool, countless hungry ghosts tore the rotten flesh. They wailed and yelled at each other, scratched each other's bodies, and hurt each other.

   Their bodies shattered, reorganized, reorganized, and were torn into pieces by other monsters.

  At the center of the endless blood sea, Yang Qun saw...saw Dracula’s stalwart body.

   "Am I dead? Why am I still in this place?"

  "Could it be that this drop of blood is your real blood source?"

   Yang Qun asked in surprise.

  Dracula slowly opened his eyes in the blood.

   "Blood source? Only one drop of blood source has been given to others." Dracula directly smashed Yang Qun's beautiful dream.

  Yang Qun laughed at himself.

   "Yes, I am dead, I will go to this hell, and be with you hungry ghosts." Yang Qun shook his head and said.

   "You said dead? We?" Dracula asked back.

   "Yeah...we are dead." Yang Qun shrugged. Dracula, this idiot, didn't realize he was dead yet?

  At this time, Dracula stood up.

  He stood at the center of the blood sea and stood up.

  The messy hair and beard surging with the blood around him, he stood straight, staring at Yang Qun's eyes.

  Yang Qun feels that something seems to be happening! !

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