Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 169 Belmont
"Reason? I don't need that. Just like I won't question why you drink human blood, you shouldn't question why I broke into your castle. It's perfectly legitimate for me to kill you, and the same is true for you to kill me."

When he saw Dracula, Wen Lie immediately forgot about Jonathan.

He felt a sense of mission that came from his blood, and the genes contained in his blood urged him to kill Dracula!

"Holy Scripture! Unfold!"

Wen Lie reached into the space bag and grabbed the Seventh Holy Scripture. As the baptismal chant was chanted, the black and white combat suit wrapped around his body. A golden spear stretched out from Wen Lie's palm, and a silver holy sword hung on his waist.

"The cause of death of the Sixth—proof of purity."

"The cause of Qi's death—the spear of fate."

"The Fifth Cause of Death - Golden Sutra of the Sun."

"The cause of the third death - the immortal blade."

fully armed!

Wen Lie rushed towards Dracula with unreserved and resolute murderous intent.

Dracula looked at Wen Lie with some doubt in his eyes.

He felt a familiar scent from Wen Lie, as if he had seen someone similar before.

However, Dracula didn't care too much.

In any case, we are just tiny human beings who will die sooner or later. Even if we have some shining points for a while, they will eventually disappear.

"A knight from the Holy See? Do you think the power of God can kill me?"

Dracula's eyes were indifferent, and he had shed the disguise of his human appearance. He looked like a giant bat in human form, emitting a terrifying aura and dark magic.

"I serve God. Hundreds of years ago, I led armies and fought for God. But I was abandoned. Look, what has your God done to me?"

Darkness spread from behind Dracula to Wen Lie, like a giant beast Leviathan with its mouth open, devouring everything in the world, and the light will sink into its body.

Wen Lie's body seemed to sink into a swamp, with powerful pressure coming from all directions, and the light of the holy object even became dim.

Oppressed by the darkness, the sacred light was left with only a faint glimmer illuminating Wen Lie's outline.

Restraint is relative. Holy light restrains darkness, but when the power of darkness becomes stronger, it is the holy light that is restrained.

Dracula's power is undoubtedly the ultimate darkness in this plane. Even the holy light pales in comparison to him.

To describe his strength is definitely not as simple as being stronger than the clone Zheng Zha. Under the weight of darkness, Wen Lie couldn't even lift his arms. He felt like he couldn't breathe. This strong physique seemed so fragile in the face of Dracula's darkness.

Dracula raised his right hand, and his slender fingers plucked the air as if playing the piano. Flames ignited out of thin air and gathered into a fist-sized fireball.

The energy of the blood clan was compressed to the extreme, presenting the purest black, which gave Wen Lie a visual sensation no less than the fierce flame of the clone Zheng Zha.

Dracula flicked his fingertips, and a pitch-black fireball flew towards Wen Lie. The flames that condensed huge magical power were enough to break Wen Lie's armor.

"Lung function needs to be enhanced. Adjust the fourth pair of genes, strengthen the output of the strength genes, weaken the control of the third pair of genes, stimulate the body's explosive power, and strengthen the seventh pair of genes..."

Trapped in darkness, Wen Lie stared at Dracula. He instinctively manipulated his genes, adjusting them to a level suitable for the current situation.

"call!"

A strong wind suddenly appeared on the dim staircase.

That was Wen Lie breathing.

Wen Lie's chest actually caved in, and then a bulge as big as a human head appeared. The strong wind created by his violent breathing blew down the candlesticks in the corridor, and dust flew off the wall.

Wen Lie's body trembled violently, and he broke free from the shackles of darkness in one go. He held the Spear of Destiny in his right hand, injecting all the ripples into the spear, and a large number of red hearts were also integrated into the structure of this holy spear.

"Crush the holy relic! Spin! Charge! The Spear of Destiny of Judgment!"

The holy spear made a sound of steel cracking.

Tiny cracks crept along the shaft of the Holy Lance, and dazzling light radiated from the cracks, tearing through the thick darkness.

In an instant, the surrounding darkness dissipated quickly under the illumination of the holy light, like flammable toilet paper.

The light radiating outwards burned a space of several hundred meters, illuminating the entire corridor like the scorching sun at noon.

Even Dracula couldn't help but squint his eyes, an expression of disgust appeared on his face, and burn marks appeared on the surface of his skin.

The high-speed rotating Spear of Destiny formed a golden tornado. The power that could be called a natural disaster was restrained in Wen Lie's palm. The uncontrollable vortex of light roared around Wen Lie, and the roar of the storm resounded throughout the entire castle.

The shining lights collided violently. The horizontal tornado had a degree of cohesion that surpassed that of diamond. Before it was officially launched, it had already caused damage to the surrounding environment. Layers of walls were shattered one after another. The solid rocks that had been immersed in darkness for many years turned into stone powder and were blown away by the strong wind. The surging shock wave raged in the castle, creating a hollow area with a radius of 100 meters.

At this moment, a black fireball landed on the tip of the Spear of Destiny. The spiral tip of the spear destroyed the fireball like an electric drill. The pitch-black flame lost its stability and erupted like a waterfall, and was dispersed by the huge vortex of light.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom—!”

Finally, the Spear of Destiny flew out from Wen Lie's hand, and the spiral storm engulfed Dracula in an instant. The power of the holy spear tore Dracula's body into pieces, and the holy light evaporated Dracula's blood. The terrifying destructive power destroyed Dracula in an instant, without even a drop of blood left, and the whole person completely disappeared.

Such a violent commotion would surely be noticed by everyone inside or outside the castle.

"what sound?"

Jonathan also heard the loud noise. He pushed open the door and was hit by a gust of wind, which pushed him back into the house. The wind and waves that flowed into the room overturned all the furniture.

Where does the wind come from in this closed castle?
Jonathan fell headfirst and was unable to get up because of the wind and waves. He didn't get up until the wind died down. He was shocked, terrified and happy.

Although he didn't understand how this incident happened, he understood another thing.

In this castle, something happened that even Count Dracula could not control!

Your chance to escape is now!
Jonathan clenched his fists and made a decision.

Hesitation would lead to failure, so he left the room without hesitation and ran towards the back of the castle.

During this time, he walked through most areas of the castle and had a certain understanding of the castle's topography and knew where there were other ways to leave besides the guarded gates.

On the other side, on a hill more than 500 meters away from the castle.

Zheng Lan's expression turned serious. She felt the energy fluctuations emanating from the castle. It was Wen Lie's ripple qigong and the shattering of the holy object! "How much effort did Wen Lie put into this level of holy energy? Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Even if there is no restraint, this energy level is probably enough to kill the original copy Zheng Zha.

What was Wen Lie thinking with such a strong effort? If Dracula was really Akado, even if he used such a powerful move, he would not be able to kill Dracula in one go.

On the other hand, how many times can Wen Lie use this overdraft tactic that will come at an irreversible cost?

A chill rose in Zheng Lan's heart, making her back feel cold.

Was it that Wen Lie was too impulsive, or was it impossible to defeat Dracula without doing this?
Zheng Lan immediately began to prepare spells to support Wen Lie.

"Ra's Arrow of Light!"

A sword of light created by the power of the sun, projecting energy into a searing beam that cuts through enemy ranks with the force of a solar flare.

Zheng Lan possesses the strongest single-target attack spell of the light system. Although it is not as powerful as the Relic Crush that Wen Lie just used, it is also a move with the same dangerous power as the fourth-level destructive power for dark creatures.

"Huhu...!"

Wen Lie sat down on the ground, with bright red blood spurting out of his body.

His face showed an expression of exhaustion, his rapid breathing could not return to normal in a short time, and his hands and legs had no strength.

This attack consumed 1000 of his hearts, twice as many as the one he used against the clone Zheng Zha. To control such a huge force, his body would naturally bear a certain burden.

The holy book vibrated, and the substitute god Anubis immediately activated the healing spells in the Golden Scripture of the Sun, drawing some energy from Wen Lie's body and transforming it into a gentler force to nourish the damaged muscles.

In just a few seconds, Wen Lie regained his ability to move and 50% of his physical damage was healed.

Looking around, the castle had suffered severe damage. The vortex of light formed by the Spear of Destiny turned the rocks into atoms, and the spear that shot out pierced through a passage of unknown length. Standing in Wen Lie's position, he could even see the mountain behind the castle, and the top of the mountain had disappeared.

Wen Lie had never used such a powerful force before. This force had already surpassed the level of the fourth stage primary. Even if he ignored restraint, it had reached a higher level of destructive power.

However, such a powerful force naturally comes at a price.

Wen Lie activated the Arcanite Arrow Recovery Device, and the Spear of Destiny returned to his hands.

Looking at this flawless holy spear now, there are now many cracks on the surface, and even a chip on the spear head.

If he uses this level of power three more times at most, the Spear of Destiny will be completely shattered.

"What a familiar pain, what a familiar strength, it's really... been so long."

Dracula's voice echoed in the empty castle. Bats flapped their wings and flew over from all directions. Thousands of bats formed a dark cloud and pounced on Wen Lie.

Wen Lie swung the Spear of Destiny, and the spear moved around him, drawing a spherical shape with no blind spots. The bats hit the sharp tip of the spear and turned into ashes without even a scream.

In just a few seconds, Wen Lie killed hundreds of bats.

However, more bats gathered towards one point and gradually condensed into human form.

The middle-aged man in a red robe and with a weathered face looked much more handsome than the bat man and the old man.

He looked at Wen Lie with a dazed expression, and memories of the past emerged in his mind.

"Ah, yes, that's right. Back then, there was also a man like this standing before me. The scene after my resurrection has always been like this. On that day a hundred years ago, on that day two hundred years ago, on that day three hundred years ago, on that day four hundred years ago. Every time I reappear in the world, you will come to defeat me... Belmont!"

Dracula finally remembered.

The warrior who appears before him every hundred years and has no idea what fear is, the vampire hunter of the Belmont clan, the man before him.

He should have remembered that every time he was resurrected, the Belmont family would come to his castle.

"Belmont? It's just as I thought."

Wen Lie was not surprised at all when he heard this surname coming from Dracula's mouth.

He already knew that, unlike Hellsong and Akado, whose identities had never been confirmed, the Dracula of this world was the Dracula of Castlevania.

When he touched Jack Sheward, in order to test Jack Sheward's strength, he injected ripple energy into Jack Sheward's body. As a result, he found that some of Jack Sheward's unactivated genes were very similar to the genes he depended on for survival.

Later, when he met Arthur Holmt and Quincy Morris, he also tested them when shaking hands with them. Arthur Holmt's inactivated genes were also very similar to his and Jack Sheward's.

But Quincy Morris is different. His potential genes have been activated. Although it is not obvious on the surface, he can actually use divine power to hunt down dark creatures at any time.

After all, Quincy Morris's name is not ordinary.

The father of John Morris, the protagonist of Castlevania: Bloodlines, is Quincy Morris.

In the plot of Castlevania, in 1897 AD, Quincy Morris defeated Dracula and destroyed him, which corresponds to the plot of Bram Stoker's Dracula.

In the Castlevania worldview, the Morris family is a branch of the Belmont family, and the same is true for the Helsing family. These two families are based on Bram Stoker's Dracula, or "Dracula".

Wen Lie had some guesses at the beginning, but after some exploration he discovered that this world was not only Bram Stoker's Dracula, but could also be Hellsong and even Demonstown.

Not only are the Morris and Helsing clans branches of the Belmont clan, but the Holmt and Sheward clans also seem to be branches of the Belmont clan.

Even his vampire hunter attribute is from the bloodline of the Belmont family.

However, before meeting Dracula, these were just guesses. It was only when Dracula said his last name himself that Wen Lie confirmed this.

The Dracula who can summon wind and rain in Bram Stoker's Dracula, the Dracula with hundreds of thousands of lives in Hellsong, and the Dracula with the power of domination in Castlevania.

The three interconnected works actually formed a three-in-one Dracula.

At this time, Wen Lie could only be thankful that the three-in-one Dracula was not the Dracula mentioned in Infinite Dawn. The power given by that Dracula to the reincarnation was enough to create a strong man who was no less powerful than the Mahayana period.

It is not the story background of Castlevania, Dracula who started from the cosmic level.

Otherwise, there is no point in fighting.

This can be considered a blessing in disguise. Although the Dracula in front of him is terrifyingly powerful, he still has a 1% chance of winning.

(End of this chapter)