Wonderful Immortal Doctor

The moment the vampire Alice saw the young man in a tuxedo, she hurriedly stood up, fell to her knees, and prostrated herself on the ground.

"Your Excellency the Holy Prince! Your people..." Alice, a blood prince who had lived for who knows how many years, was filled with awe.

Although Alice has been dormant for many years and rarely comes out, no one has forgotten her former fame.

The purple wings and purple-silver pupils were once a brilliant sight on the battlefield in the great war with the Red Cult, and brought countless Holy Light believers to their Lord.

This touch of brilliant purple is a symbol of the vampire clan's strength and glory, the god-level vampire clan!

The god-level vampire is not in the god realm, but the concentration of her blood has the potential to achieve the god realm.

Since the truce with the Red Cult, the vampires have been in complete hibernation.

Alice did not enter the realm of God after all, but that did not affect her being one of the most influential people of the vampire clan in the secular world.

But at this moment, this most influential person fell to his knees and trembled all over.

"Alice, remember those days when the Blood Clan was being hunted by the Red Cult? At that time, you were still a small baron, but you were also smart and good at fighting.

During the counter-killing war, you also killed four paladins and performed great feats for my vampire clan.

I gave you a drop of purple blood and regarded you and Moro as my confidants. Am I remembering correctly?"

Listening to Saint Prince Draco recounting the past word by word, Alice became more and more uneasy.

"It is my honor that Your Highness still remembers these!"

"What did I tell you when I was asleep?" Draco's tone was cold.

Alice's forehead was covered with cold sweat: "If there is a major change in the training circle, wake you up in time!"

"The Red Cult was crushed to the ground, and the two chiefs of the Inquisition died. You didn't know anything about that? My soul in Moruo's body was shattered alive, and I didn't know that the catastrophe was coming, you useless thing!"

Draco's anger was overflowing.

Alice shuddered as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The last sentence suddenly woke her up.

She woke up suddenly, having been wondering why this Holy Prince, the most powerful vampire in the world, would wake up and look for the murderer after Moro's death!

You have to know that vampires are cold-blooded animals. Apart from the continuation of their race, they cannot be united on a daily basis.

In addition, due to their long lifespan, they do not have much affection even for their direct blood relatives.

Draco did not awaken because of Moreau's death.

But it’s the sentence that a great catastrophe is coming.

She recalled the time when the Kunlun practitioners stepped forward to subdue the Red Dress Sect.

Under pressure from both Eastern practitioners and modern weapons, the Red Sect and the Blood Clan finally reached a complete ceasefire.

When the vampire Draco chose to sleep, he once said that when the millennium change came, a great catastrophe would be approaching.

The Millennium Change is an ancient legend of the vampires. It has no direction and is vague. Even Alice has never taken it seriously.

Great calamity? Whose great calamity is it?

It was not until this moment that she suddenly understood, and Chen Wanli's figure rose in front of her again!

A person who is less than 30 years old has reached the divine realm! There is no other person like him in the history books!

They are the eternal enemies of the blood clan. No matter how talented the founding god of the Red Cult and his envoys are, they can only reach the peak after one or two hundred years.

The most gifted and wise Holy Prince Draco of the vampire race did not achieve the title of Holy Prince until he was two hundred years old.

If you look back at this moment, Chen Wanli's conspicuousness is indeed terrifying.

However, when you are in it, there is no God's vision to turn on.

When Chen Wanli had a bloody battle with the Western superpower awakeners, it was none of Alice's business.

When Chen Wanli crushed the Red Dress Sect, Alice could only sigh, "The Eastern Divine Sword is unstoppable."

Not to mention that the Red Cult has been the vampire clan's generational enemy, even those awakened ones only regard the vampire clan as heretics.

Alice just wanted to recuperate in sleep, so why would she be willing to get involved in those things?

It was not until Jacob died that Alice fell into panic, but by then she was completely overwhelmed by fear.

If Draco hadn't woken up, Alice would have thought that Chen Wanli could kill whoever he wanted, and it had nothing to do with her or the vampires.

Who knows, will this sharp sword bring about the legendary thousand-year catastrophe?

If it is true as Draco said, a catastrophe is coming, and Chen Wanli is the catastrophe, where should I go?

"Since you are a waste, why not pass on your essence and blood to your descendants as soon as possible..."

Draco half-closed his eyes, which flashed with purple and silver light.

Alice understood the implication and her heart nearly jumped into her throat.

He immediately prostrated himself at Draco's feet: "Please give me another chance, Holy Prince! I will go through fire and water and fight for the vampires until death!"

Draco shook his head: "Stupid, selfish bastard!"

Alice kowtowed repeatedly: "I have maintained a good relationship with the officials of Europe and the United States. This time I have the resources of the Sea God Clan, so I can serve Your Highness!"

Draco still didn't speak.

he is very angry.

Alice had long forgotten the way to longevity while enjoying herself.

"Ahem... Please, God, say hello to the Holy Prince!" The great wizard Simon, who had been standing respectfully at the side, suddenly spoke.

Draco looked grim and snorted, "The birdman is dead, but this basilisk was identified as an evil spirit back then. How dare it come out? Didn't it hide in a non-Emirati place a long time ago?"

Simon's face was slightly embarrassed: "My God also said that when the gods are in chaos, we may know how to advance or retreat!"

"Oh?" A purple-silver light shot out from Delacour's eyes and rushed straight to Simon's brow.

Suddenly, Simon's eyes flashed with confusion, and then a golden shadow with a snake head and a human body appeared on his body:

"Draco, it's very rude of you to wake me up like this!"

If Chen Wanli were here, he would be able to recognize the phantom with a snake head and a human body at a glance. It was the spiritual clone of the Mother Goddess that he encountered in the African continent and swallowed in one gulp.

"Why did you wake up?" Draco asked suddenly.

The snake head showed an anthropomorphic annoyed expression: "The soul fragment I left behind in the African country a year ago was eaten alive. The Mother Goddess's people are getting fewer and fewer. If I don't wake up, there will be chaos!"

"Who swallowed your soul? Was it also that Daxia cultivator?"

"Yes. Jacob is dead, the Inquisition is in name only, and the Red Church is weak. It is time for us to regain the right to speak and reshape the rules. So, I am here... We can become the new Lord God!"

The vertical pupils on the snake's head reflected a hint of fanaticism.

Draco sneered: "The existence that can kill Jacob is not so easy to deal with! Why didn't you kill him at that time?"

"Who knew at the time that he was from Kunlun? Or from the Red Cult? I didn't want to attract the Paladins' pursuit! Besides, if I killed him, the current situation wouldn't be so interesting.

Don't worry, he's not easy to deal with, but Poseidon will agree to help! Three against one, no matter how powerful he is, he's dead!" The snake head looked determined.

"He also wants to restart the Poseidon Cult?" Draco frowned.

He could only think of this one reason. Otherwise, even if ten sons died, the old man would never leave the Atlantic Ocean.

"Of course! Doesn't he want to go one step further? In addition to spreading the virtues of the Sea God throughout the world, does he have any other way?"

Greed flashed across the face of the golden shadow with a snake head and a human body.

Draco remained silent. When they reached their level, they would have stayed in deep sleep obediently even though Kunlun and the Red Cult had resorted to coercion. It was simply because there was no opportunity and no need.

The struggle is for the benefit, and the greatest benefit is to live longer and longer...

But now, Jacob is dead, the balance is broken, and changes have come. They should get involved.

"Triton, the god of the sea, is here! I smell the stench of sea water!"

The phantom with a snake head and a human body twisted and pointed at Alice: "So you can spare her and kill her with a borrowed knife first!"

"Waste, can you do it?"

Draco's voice came like a cloud, causing Alice to leave her body again.

She kowtowed repeatedly without hesitation: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will do my best!"

She knelt on the ground with an earnest look, but received no response from Delaku.

Only out of the corner of her eye could she see a pair of leather shoes passing by her.

The figure behind him gradually walked away: "Do it now! I want to know his whereabouts!"

Only the sound of footsteps walking away echoed in the house.

Alice almost collapsed to the ground. Seeing that Simon had regained consciousness and the snake spirit had disappeared, she still gave him a grateful look.

The pressure from a being like Draco is simply too strong!

The fear that Chen Wanli would kill Jacob gradually dissipated.

It turned into a strong hope for Draco, the spirit of the serpent god, and the sea gods!

Chen Wanli, if you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for disrupting the balance of this world.

Alice muttered, and when she looked up, her eyes were full of madness.