The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

The cardinal accepted the items handed to him by a monk with both hands.

"Elder Veraris left this behind four hundred years ago, and we do not know its purpose."

The cardinal pulled open the object in his hand, revealing a tattered fragment.

It has Latin writing on it, and there is a winged dragon emblem in the lower left corner.

"Open the door in the name of God."

Van Helsing stared at the badge, stunned. He raised his right hand and found that it was exactly the same as the design on the ring.

Now Van Helsing had another reason to go to Transylvania: beautiful women and his own memories.

Van Helsing found Carl, a monk who was also a great inventor.

Carl walked ahead and saw Van Helsing reaching for a longsword on the shelf. He said dismissively, "Any idiot can forge a sword."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a bald, bearded priest stood before him holding a red-hot iron sword. Karl swallowed hard and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Father!"

Priest: I'm not as smart as you, but my fists are bigger. Try barking like a dog again.

Carl found a large cloth bag and took Van Helsing to get weapons to fight the vampires. Van Helsing followed behind Carl, carrying the bag with both hands and putting one item after another into it.

Garlic necklace, holy water, silver stake, cross.

A multi-barreled machine gun caught Van Helsing's attention, and he asked, "Why can't I bring those?"

“You’ve never dealt with a vampire before, have you?” Carl said to Van Helsing.

"This won't work on vampires; only silver bullets will."

"Why not just equip those multi-barreled machine guns with silver bullets?"

"Well, that makes sense, but that thing is too big and difficult to carry."

The two then stopped in front of a large glass jar containing a pale yellow liquid.

Carl took out a drop, put it on his finger, and then flicked it towards the ground.

Bang!

A burst of flames erupted from the ground.

It startled everyone working nearby and passing by.

Immediately, their curses rang out.

"Feel sorry."

Carl's apology lacked sincerity; after apologizing, he muttered under his breath, "Looks like someone's jealous."

"Glycerin 48, how powerful is that? Just a tiny drop has this much power," Karl said proudly.

"Its power is indeed impressive, but will it be effective against vampires?"

"It's no use."

Carl then picked up a crossbow and showed it to Van Helsing: "This is my latest invention, gas-powered, capable of rapidly and continuously firing arrows. I'm a genius, don't you think?"

Van Helsing saw the crossbow pointed at his head and quickly pushed it away.

Suddenly, a glass ball filled with a pale yellow liquid caught his attention, and he picked it up to examine it.

"This is your invention?"

“I have been studying that for 12 years. It contains magma from Mount Vesuvius and soda ash from the Gobi Desert.”

"what's the effect?"

"I don't know either, but I believe it will be useful sooner or later."

"It's been 12 years, and you still don't know what this can do?"

"I didn't say that. I meant I don't know what it's useful for. All it can do is create a light source with an intensity similar to sunlight."

"What's the point of this?"

"I don't know, use it as a flashbang, use your imagination." After saying that, he put it in a box and put it in a bag.

The two packed their things and embarked on their journey.

......

On the open sea, under a sky filled with dark clouds, a wooden boat sailed towards Romania. On board were Van Helsing and Carl, heading towards Transylvania.

.......

The next day, Viken and Anna led several hunters from the village into the forest to capture werewolves.

Li Qing followed behind them, making sure they didn't let the werewolf escape or kill him.

Li Qing needs to capture the werewolf, because only the werewolf can kill Dracula.

We arrived at the location where Viken had set the trap yesterday.

Li Qing admired Viken's courage as he personally acted as bait.

Viken was tied to a wooden stake, but not tightly, so he could easily break free and escape when facing werewolves.

Li Qing and Anna, along with several hunters, lay in ambush in the distance.

The forest was completely silent.

Viken leaned against the wooden stake, looking around and panting heavily, a faint white mist forming due to the cold weather.

A furry figure in the forest watched Viken.

"Come on! There must be a reason why Dracula let you out."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a werewolf with green eyes and sharp teeth pounced out from a patch of jungle and charged toward Viken.

Roar!

Seeing the werewolf screaming and charging towards him, Viken reacted quickly, gripping the rope tightly with both hands and simultaneously pushing off the wooden stake with both feet. He executed a graceful flip, landing steadily on top of the stake, thus narrowly avoiding the werewolf's attack.

The werewolf's sharp claws gripped the wooden stake, leaving several deep claw marks.

This claw strike will either kill or maim a person.

Viken didn't freeze; freezing now would be the death of him. He jumped up and grabbed the rope above his head. The hunter hiding in the shadows pulled the mechanism, and the pulley slid Viken upwards.

At the crucial moment, the mechanism jammed, leaving Viken suspended in mid-air with werewolves constantly reaching for him below. Viken could only swing his legs, trying his best to dodge the werewolves' attacks.

Viken swayed his body, swinging in the air, and seized the opportunity to jump onto a tree nearby, dropping his pistol to the ground in the process.

"Cut the rope!" Viken shouted from the tree.

When Anna saw that Viken was in danger, she immediately drew her sword and rushed out, proving the deep bond between siblings.

The trap rope was cut, and the werewolf's feet slipped, causing it to fall into the iron cage buried underground. As the weight fell, the iron cage trapped the werewolf and left it suspended in the air.

The hunters who had just seen the werewolves hiding outside and not daring to come out immediately rushed out.

They fired wildly at the werewolf, but most of the bullets missed and instead broke a rope holding the iron cage.

"Don't shoot! We need silver bullets to kill the werewolf!" Anna shouted at the hunters, but they ignored her and continued loading and firing at the werewolf.

The bullet severed the last rope, and the iron cage fell from the sky, smashing to pieces. The werewolf was released.

The hunters who were just firing their guns scattered and fled. They were truly acting like foxes borrowing the tiger's might; when they saw danger, they ran faster than anyone else.

Li Qing watched these hunters' behavior and thought to himself how shameful it was.

"Escape! Escape!"

"Run!"

The werewolf didn't chase the hunters, but instead pounced on Anna, after all, she was one of the last bloodlines of the Veraris family.

Viken, who was in the tree, saw Anna in danger and prepared to jump down. Before he could move, he saw the werewolf fly into the air and remain motionless.

Li Qing channeled his telekinetic power, binding the werewolf and lifting it into the air. Anna, who was fleeing, turned around and was stunned to see the werewolf floating in the air.

"My God! What's going on?"

Anna snapped out of her daze, realizing this was no time for reflection, and quickly ran to retrieve the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

"Don't shoot, werewolf, I want you alive." Li Qing flew to Anna and used his telekinesis to bind her.

Anna felt as if she were bound by an invisible rope, so similar to the werewolf in appearance, and turned to look at Li Qing flying in the air.

"Li Qing? Did you trap the werewolf?"

"Didn't I tell you? I'm a Taoist priest, so it's normal for me to know some magic. This technique is called Object Control. What do you think?"

Circulating the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, spiritual power transformed into lightning, and Li Qing was surrounded by blue lightning, like a thunder god descending to earth.

With a casual wave of his hand, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm struck the werewolf. The werewolf's fur turned to ashes under the power of the lightning, and a smell of roasted meat wafted from it.

The werewolf's regenerative ability is also amazing; the wounds he was just shot by the hunters have already healed completely.

......

Meanwhile, Van Helsing and Carl were still on their way.