Chapter 197: The death of the archbishop (four more, more flowers!)

Outside the castle, there was a wave of blood flowing over the city wall, rushing directly to the castle square, and the broken limbs and meat melted into the blood wave.
The remaining formation of more than 30 knights was instantly dissipated by the blood wave, and the vampires who fell to the ground were quickly recovering from their injuries after bathing in the blood wave.
Dracula floated in the air, a pair of bat wings stretched out, and the moonlight shot his shadow on the ground, covering the entire castle.
Archbishop Cecil felt the dangerous breath coming from behind, and turned to face Dracula, the dazzling cross of the holy light flickered.
Dracula looked at Cecil on the ground blankly, his eyes getting more and more scarlet.
Suddenly, thousands of bats flew out from around the castle, rushing towards the cross above Cecil, and soon completely covered the light of the cross.
The vampires who were unable to move under the light of the cross regained control of their bodies and rushed towards the knights.
Behind Cecil, the two dukes spread their bat wings and stared at the archbishop gloomily.
"You have actually been promoted to the prince!" Cecil stared at Dracula floating in the air, eyes cracking!
He never expected that Dracula would break through to the blood level of the Prince...
Such an existence hasn't appeared in the history of the blood family for thousands of years!
Guru!
Cecil stared at Dracula intently, regardless of the cross covered by bats, with cold sweat on his forehead!
The Prince Vampire, but the same level as the Pope!
"Dracula is already the prince, no wonder he didn't kill him!" Van Helsing, who was hiding by the side, was also shocked when he heard the exclamation of Archbishop Cecil.
"It seems that this time I have completely planted..." Fan Haixin shook his head and sighed in a low voice, "I want to use the moonlight to become a werewolf to fight, now it seems unnecessary."
Zhang Ziling, who was next to Fan Haixin, did not answer Fan Haixin's words, but kept staring at Dracula in the sky, the smile on his lips getting worse.
"So..." Zhang Ziling murmured to himself, "Plating silver on the surface of Cain's statue, Dracula used this abacus!"
"Huh? Brother Zhang Ziling what are you talking about?" Fan Haixin heard Zhang Ziling's mumbling, and asked suspiciously: "Is there any connection between the prince of Dilemma and the silvered statue on the tower?"
"Well, to be correct, it was because of that statue that Dracula was able to advance to the prince."
"It is estimated that this banquet was used to witness Dracula's advancement ceremony. No wonder the other two dukes are so respectful to Dracula."
Zhang Ziling looked at Dracula in the sky and smiled and said: "Now, Archbishop Cecil is dead. Dracula's advanced prince's blood level, there is no need to worry about the church."
"You all laughed out of this?" Fan Hai said with a painful face, "If Cecil has won, we may still survive... If Dracula has won, then aren't we dead?"
Hearing Van Helsing's words, Zhang Ziling shook his head with a smile, and did not continue with Van Helsing's words, but continued to mutter to himself: "Dracula covered Cain's perception of this place with silver, and then used Lilith's portrait. Seal the statue of Cain on the tower..."
"In this way, Dracula can steal Cain's power unscrupulously, although the power is so small that Cain may not discover it!"
"However, that is the power of gods after all. Such a higher level of power has been added to Dracula, and Dracula's strength has long since changed."
"I guess... if things go on like this, Dracula will be able to gain the Godhead by stealing Cain's power for hundreds of years."
Fan Haixin was stunned when he heard Zhang Ziling's many words.
"You, what are you talking about? God?"
Guru!
"God really exists?" Fan Haixin swallowed fiercely. He couldn't believe it. He had always thought that these were made up indiscriminately, just like the church group who used the Lord to fool the world.
"Of course, otherwise, where do you think the power of the church group comes from?" Zhang Ziling raised an eyebrow and smiled: "I guess the Pope of the church has also gained a bit of divine power, maybe 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 incredibly.
At this time, the bat wings behind Dracula had already covered half of the sky, and the entire castle was plunged into Dracula's shadow.
"Being killed by such an existence, after going to hell, I will be able to brag with my friends!" Van Helsing looked at Dracula out of his mind. He now understands that he can't escape anyway.
"Sorry Zhang Ziling, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have come here, now you have to go to with me!" Fan Haixin apologized to Zhang Ziling with a wry smile.
Hearing Fan Haixin's apology, Zhang Ziling smiled slightly and said, "In fact, you don't have to apologize."
"Why?" Fan Haixin was taken aback, then laughed, and patted Zhang Ziling's shoulder suddenly, "Good brother! I cheated you so much, you have no grievances, you friend, Fan Haixin will make a deal! If there is an underworld, , I will follow you from now on!"
Zhang Ziling was taken such a shot by Fan Haixin, and he was taken aback, then smiled and shook his head, then looked at Dracula in the sky without speaking.
Prince Dracula, what can it be?
Even if Cain comes, you can't die.
"Cecil, do you have any last words..." Dracula's mouth twitched slightly, his index finger shook slightly, and the countless bats flew away with the church artifact offered by Cecil.
Cecil 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 been solved by Dracula.
This time, I am completely planted!
Cecil stepped back subconsciously, but was blocked by the wall of blood condensed by the two dukes behind him.
Dracula looked at Cecil's embarrassed appearance, chuckled, put away the bat wings behind him, and touched the ground with his toes.
"Since you don't speak..." Dracula walked slowly in front of Cecil, and gently stroked Cecil's face with his exaggerated and white palms, "Then I will assume you have no last words! "
After Dracula said, his sharp nails left five bloodstains on Cecil's face.
"One day, the Lord will sanction you."
Cecil had no hope of living, so he closed his eyes and began to pray.
"Lord? God?" Dracula looked at Cecil, who closed his eyes and prayed, and said with a chuckle: "In this world, no one 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 lost his breath.
The archbishop of the church, the world's top power, was easily squeezed by Dracula.
Archbishop Cecil...dead!
Dracula pulled his arm from Cecil's chest and licked the blood from his fingertips with his tongue.
"Clean up the corpse, now we have to entertain and entertain, we have uninvited friends!"
Dracula shifted his gaze to Fan Haixin and Zhang Ziling, and smiled!