Anyang jumped onto a high shelf and sat down with his hands on the iron rack to watch the fight below.

"No, this is impossible!"

The Count said in surprise, not knowing what he thought of, suddenly opened his hand and laughed, and at the same time retreated to get away from Van Hesing.

"Gabriel, we are all part of this grand game, but we don't have to be opponents."

Van Hessing ignored him and rushed towards him with a sudden roar. The Count also clenched his fists and transformed in an instant. The two monsters with strange but equally ferocious appearances collided with each other.

The werewolf is obviously stronger and violent and arrogant, but the vampire is more agile. The greater advantage lies in flight and sanity. It is just that the two advantages of fighting the Count cannot be used in such a narrow space.

Bang!

Van Helsing rushed forward quickly, holding the Earl's body that was taking off the air and hitting the wooden barrel. The Earl was not at a disadvantage. After all, he was a powerful creature that dominated Transylvania for hundreds of years.

The Earl knocked Van Hessing to the ground with one claw, and then hit him several times in a row so that he could not get up. Then he suddenly grabbed his body and flew over the entire laboratory and hit the wall. Van Hessing still wanted to resist. The Earl knocked him to the ground with a few punches, grabbed his huge and strong body and threw it forward.

The entire fight was full of primitive sense of violence, and every blow was an explosion of power, which made Anyang frightened!

But no matter how werewolf and vampires fight in other movie settings, at least in Van Helsing's movie, werewolf is the only nemesis of vampire, and Van Helsing is the only existence that can kill the Count. This war was destined to win or lose from the beginning.

The Count had just taken off and was about to soar into the sky, but was followed by the werewolf who followed him up, dragged down from a place dozens of meters high and hit the ground, causing a chemical substance in the laboratory to explode.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Count is so elegant and calm that he is almost nervous. Even though he is about to die, even though he knows that he can't beat Van Helsing, he still stands up and restores his human form, tidys his collar, and calmly stares forward.

"You were taken advantage of, Gabriel, just like me!"

"But I ran away, you can..."

The werewolf got up from the ground and saw the count pointing at him at a glance. He was now in a stage of losing his mind and could not listen to anything, but only knew how to rush towards his old enemy.

The Count instantly transformed and wanted to take off again, but was grabbed by the werewolf transformed into Van Helsing and his feet were grabbed by Van Helsing even after breaking free. The terrain here was too narrow, which was indeed not conducive to his performance.

The two monster figures were entangled in the air, sometimes hitting here and sometimes hitting there. The earl's broad wings flapped down many things, and the werewolf almost grabbed him and beat him, almost affecting the onlookers in the distance.

Well, Anyang.

Finally, the Count was pressed against the wall by Van Helsing, and when he bounced back, he was hit on the ground with a bang. When he stood up from the ground and wanted to fly, he was hit by a machine with a huge lightning in the distance, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The werewolf stood up from the ground and looked at the count at first sight. Suddenly, his sharp claws stretched out and his sharp claws dripped across the wall, causing sparks to shine, and his claws reflected metallic colors under the lightning.

Bang!

The werewolf easily jumped onto the platform, stood next to the count and kept approaching him, even bent the wooden boards on the ground, allowing the sparks burst out from the nearly damaged machine to fall on his body.

The Count finally became a little panicked, stood up and retreated constantly, trying to convince Van Helsing while trying to attack him.

"Don't you understand yet, we can be friends, guys, and brothers!"

Anyang stood in the distance and cleared his throat, and the calm sound echoed in the laboratory.

"Dear Count, you are dead, but if you are willing to transfer your life from the demon to my hands, I can find a way to make you live. Of course, it's just a solution, you know, my friends won't listen to me now."

The werewolf, who was transformed into Fan Helsing, glanced around, as if looking for someone to talk to. Anyang hurriedly hid behind the airs. Now is not the time to cause trouble for no reason.

The Count glanced at Van Helsing, quickly jumped up and turned into a vampire to escape, but naturally he was caught by the werewolf who quickly reacted. He pressed it on the metal boiler, then grabbed his neck and lifted it up, his nails deeply trapped in his flesh.

"Huh..."

The Count should not have fear, but at this moment he felt the shadow of death. He was unwilling to accept it, so he remembered Anyang and turned to look at the corner where the previous voice came out, but was pinched and couldn't even say a word.

At this moment, Van Hessing's body shrank and his hair and wolf skin quickly fell off until it turned into the original human form. The hand that grabbed the count's neck was naturally put down.

He regained his senses, instantly reacted and jumped to the side, landed on the ground and began to run away.

The cat and mouse game begins a brief reversal.

The count also turned into a figure. When he looked up, the full moon outside the window was gradually blocked by the dark clouds floating by. He touched the wound on his neck, put the blood on his fingertips in his mouth and licked it, revealing an elegant and cruel smile.

"Gabriel, I just want to continue my life and continue my clan. Is this small request you to reject me? Look at how stupid, arrogant and weak you are now..."

"Gabriel, don't be afraid, I will return your life to you, your memories to you, and we will fight side by side to fight against the evil God!"

Anyang was helpless. Perhaps the vampire bride's long-windedness was contagious by the earl. It was a critical moment. She still showed her noble demeanor slowly, and she deserved to be killed by Van Helsing in the plot.

"roar!"

Perhaps because of An Yang's threat in the dark, he did not linger until death as he was in the plot, but instead roared, suddenly turning into a vampire and rushed towards Van Helsing. A blue light flashed behind him, triggering a violent explosion, and immediately blasted him aside.

"Ahem."

When the wind blows, the clouds clear and the moon clears.

"roar!"

Van Helsing turned into a werewolf again. He was about to pounce on the count on the ground and saw a flash of blue light not far away. A transparent shock wave hit him and knocked him out, flying for several meters.

The Count quickly got up and flew towards the sky, but he did not leave.

While paying attention to the unreasonable Van Helsing, Anyang looked up and said, "Earl, how are you thinking about my proposal?"

A huge black shadow suddenly rushed into the sky, grabbed the count's figure and pulled him down. The two of them struggled in the air, falling from the bumps and bumps. The werewolf kept drawing unrecoverable wounds on the count's body.

Finally landed on the ground with a bang.

"I do!"

At the same time, Anna, Viken and Carl walked in with the potion, and heard this and stood there in a daze.

What's the situation?

Anyang rushed forward immediately, raised his left hand and blasted the werewolf away with a shot. He threw out a blue badge and took out a relatively small and stronger impact rotor grenade launcher, aiming at the werewolf's feet not far away.

"Mr. Earl, stare at this badge and let go of all resistance, just as you did when you signed an agreement with the demon, but you'd better move faster, I can't handle this big guy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the werewolf roared and rushed towards Anyang, but was blown away by an invisible pulse wave. What followed was a series of grenade explosions under his feet. The continuous shock waves made him unable to stand up.

Anna and others next to her opened their eyes wide.

"Mr. Anyang, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Anyang, you are actually helping Count Dracula against Van Helsing. What do you want to do?"

A strong blue light flashed by, dazzling their eyes.

Forced by life, the Count surrendered.

Anyang lifted the grenade launcher and aimed it at the wall, and directly smashed the window, saying to the count: "You leave here first, I will find you!"

Fan Hessing rushed up roaringly, but was bombarded by another pulse wave in Anyang, but he completely ignored the damage and roared, climbed up and rushed towards Anyang at a speed much faster than the T1000 in the Terminator World. At this time, the riot gun had not yet been recharged.

"Bang!"

Anyang was suddenly knocked away and fell to his Tang sword.

"Anna, give me the potion quickly, the bells are about to pass in the early morning!"

Anna was completely at a loss. Given his actions to help the count, she could not believe Anyang at all.

"Anna, the Count has been controlled by me. He is no longer an enemy of God, nor apostle of the demon. I will take him out of this world, and then he will no longer exist in this world, and there is no difference between death."

Anna still didn't move. It was not that she didn't believe it, but she didn't dare to believe it.

Van Helsing rushed over again, with a fierce momentum and an extremely fast speed, much stronger than an ordinary werewolf.

Anyang held the Tang sword and fought with him for a moment. Sparks flew everywhere. He felt that his power could not keep up at all and his speed was barely enough. The most important thing was that this werewolf was not afraid of his damage at all. He had thick skin and strong recovery power, just like the main fighter mecha in the magical world.

"Bang!"

Anyang's figure flew out again.

The werewolf turned his head and rushed towards the window, but at this time the count had spread its wings and leaped down, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

The sky is high and the sea is wide, and the werewolf will definitely not catch up with the vampire. Moreover, when the terrain is no longer narrow, it is hard to say whether he can beat the Count.

Anyang flashed to Anna and said to her solemnly: "You saw it. I have the ability to kill him, but I don't, so give me the potion, hurry up! Otherwise I will kill him!"

Anna asked stubbornly: "What the hell do you want to do?"

An Yang glanced at the werewolf who looked here with a sharp look. He grabbed the potion in Anna's hand and ignored the silver stake that Carl gritted his teeth and stabbed him, allowing him to pierce his shoulder.

"roar!"

The werewolf rushed over like a black shadow, but what was greeted was the potion in Anyang's hand and the pulse wave of the non-weapon riot gun.
Chapter completed!