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Chapter 167: For You, I Became a Werewolf

Du Mu was not affected by Dracula's words.

Even if Dracula possesses true immortality, it doesn't mean he has no means of countering him.

Otherwise, the other side wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to create a so-called divine book, setting a trap for their descendants to be sacrificed for resurrection.

Du Mu initially guessed that Dracula's resurrection coin must have some kind of restriction, and could not be used at will. It either required a certain amount of time or certain conditions to be met before it could be activated.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Dracula must be killed completely first.

In short, it means emptying the opponent's health bar, just like when you killed Fes.

"Dracula, you are too evil! I must destroy you no matter what!"

As Du Mu spoke, he took out a magic mask and put it on his face.

The magic mask instantly adhered to his face, and the runes engraved on it seemed to be infused with life, writhing and twisting eerily. At the same time, the two eye sockets emitted a blazing white light, making it impossible to look directly at them.

Dracula: "."

Who looks more evil?
Dracula said no more. His black bat wings suddenly unfurled, whipping up a howling gale, and his figure shot out like an arrow, turning into a blood-red afterimage in the air!
The blood-red longsword materialized once more in his hand, slashing down at Du Mu with a piercing whistle that tore through the air!

Du Mu neither dodged nor evaded, but held his magic sword and gathered his strength in place.

Just as the blood-red longsword was about to strike, he suddenly flicked his wrist.

"Parry!"

Clang——!
The magic sword met the blood-red longsword, and the two blades clashed fiercely, producing a loud clang!
Dracula immediately felt a powerful reaction force transmitted to his hand, which then spread throughout his body. He instantly fell into a strange state of stiffness, his body uncontrollably frozen in mid-air, and his movements became unusually sluggish.

"What!?"

Dracula looked completely bewildered.

Before he could react, Du Mu, a mage, leaped and slashed, severing the bat's wing. Dracula, losing his balance, plummeted from mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground.

Before Dracula could get up, Du Mu's attack followed immediately!

The magic sword transformed into a continuous barrage of sword shadows, mercilessly slashing at Dracula's body. Each time the blade struck, it brought up a spray of dark red blood, indicating a massive amount of bleeding.

"Damn humans!"

Dracula roared in fury.

Despite his powerful self-healing abilities, he will still feel pain as always.

Every time the light energy contained in the magic sword touched flesh, it brought a burning pain that went deep into the bone marrow. Du Mu's relentless attacks were practically no different from being slowly sliced ​​to death.

"Roar!!"

Dracula suddenly let out a beastly roar that was completely unlike any human being.

Under Du Mu's astonished gaze, Dracula's body began to undergo strange changes.

Its once elegant, pale face was twisted and deformed, its skull stretched forward, its stark white fangs pierced its lips, and thick gray-black hair gushed wildly from every pore on its body, causing its body to swell wildly like a balloon.

In the blink of an eye, the originally thin vampire had disappeared.

Instead, a ferocious-looking werewolf appeared!

Good luck!
The vampire has turned into a werewolf!

Du Mu was dumbfounded.

In normal settings, vampires and werewolves are usually either mortal enemies or rivals in love, so how can a vampire cross species boundaries and become a werewolf?
Could it be that the ancestor of werewolves was Dracula?
Just as Du Mu was distracted, Dracula, who had transformed into a werewolf, had completed his metamorphosis. His muscles were bulging, and he was a full two meters and seventy-eight meters tall. His scarlet beast eyes were fixed on Du Mu, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"Roar--!"

With a roar that shook out earwax, Dracula suddenly broke free from his restraints, his powerful hind legs slamming into the ground, causing it to shatter!
Amidst the flying debris, his massive body surged forward at a speed completely disproportionate to its size, his gaping maw opening wide, reeking of blood, aimed straight for Du Mu's head!

Despite the danger, Du Mu remained calm and immediately raised his magic sword to block the werewolf Dracula's gaping maw.

After transforming into a werewolf, Dracula's power far surpassed his previous strength.

The immense impact propelled Du Mu backward, his feet carving two clear furrows in the ground, sending pebbles and dust flying everywhere.

But in the next moment, Du Mu unleashed a power attribute of over 100 points, his body, which had been sliding backward, suddenly stabilized. He held the magic sword in his right hand and pressed it against Dracula's big mouth, while his left hand pulled the trigger, firing several sword energies!

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Dracula was instantly struck and bled profusely, his painful roars echoing throughout the castle's hall.

But this only fueled his ferocity. In excruciating pain, Dracula's eyes turned bloodshot, and he completely abandoned his defenses, lashing out at Du Mu with his two enormous claws in a frenzied attack.

Du Mu dodged repeatedly amidst the frenzied claw strikes, while the furniture and buildings inside the castle were reduced to fragments by Dracula's claws.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and gravel splattered in all directions, turning the entire castle into a complete mess in the blink of an eye.

"As expected, anyone associated with dogs is good at destroying things at home."

Du Mu couldn't help but complain.

Just as Dracula exposed an opening due to his frenzied attack, he seized the opportunity, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and channeled all his strength into his right leg, delivering a powerful and heavy kick to Dracula's chest!

Bang!
A dull thud was followed by the sickening sound of bones cracking.

Dracula took off again, his massive body sent flying by the kick, tracing a perfect parabola in the air before crashing heavily to the ground in the distance, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With the support of multiple skills and equipment, Du Mu's power is terrifyingly strong.

Dracula's sternum was visibly sunken, and several ribs were broken. He vomited blood uncontrollably, some of which was mixed with fragments of internal organs, splattering a shocking bloody spray on the ground.

Is this really a human?!

A storm raged within Dracula's heart.

Having lived for over a thousand years, he had seen many powerful humans, but he had never encountered a human with such a strong physique, who could even easily suppress him in his werewolf form.

Wait, this guy seems to be a magician too.
Just as Dracula was lost in thought, Du Mu rushed over, giving him no chance to catch his breath, and kicked him hard!
"I'll teach you to wreck my house! I'll teach you to show off! Fine, I won't make up a story, I'll just kick you out!"

Du Mu kicked and cursed, each kick containing astonishing power.

A dozen or so powerful kicks landed, making Dracula scream in pain as blood gushed from his mouth and nose. He then ate his fill of dragon fruit.

"enough!"

Dracula could no longer bear it and roared in pain, trying to maintain his last shred of dignity.

"I am the great Dracula, the King of Vampires! How dare you, a mere human!"

However, his words came to an abrupt halt as Du Mu grabbed his thick wolf leg, swung his massive body up, and then subjected him to a violent, dizzying slam!

boom! boom! boom!
Each heavy blow sent tremors through the entire castle.

Dracula's massive body made intimate contact with the ground, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

He tried to struggle, but faced with Du Mu's overwhelming strength, he was as powerless as a rag doll being manipulated by an adult. After dozens of heavy slams, large patches of hair began to fall out of Dracula's body, his muscles rapidly atrophied, and his werewolf form faded at a visible rate.

In the end, he reverted to his vampire form, collapsing limply among the rubble, his crimson eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, as if he had given up all resistance.

Du Mu was very familiar with this scene; he had seen it on Loki.

Just as Du Mu stepped forward to deliver the final blow, a sudden change occurred!

Dracula suddenly looked up, and his previously dim eyes instantly burst forth with an eerie blood-red light!
A powerful surge of spiritual energy swept over, piercing deep into Du Mu's consciousness.

"From this moment forward, submit to me!"

Dracula's voice seemed to possess a strange magic, with each syllable containing a bewitching power.

This is one of his abilities: powerful hypnosis and mind control.

Back then, countless powerful figures were defeated by Dracula's move, becoming his puppets and at his mercy.

At this moment, Dracula used the same trick again, intending to use the same method to control Du Mu.

As Dracula released his mental power, Du Mu's movements suddenly froze, and he stood there motionless.

Seeing this, Dracula's arrogant smile finally reappeared on his face.

He slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and looked down at the stiff Du Mu with the air of a victor.

"Foolish humans! In the end, you'll all become my puppets!"

Dracula strode forward, a triumphant gleam in his crimson eyes.

For thousands of years, almost no one has been able to resist his hypnotic control; even so-called witch hunters eventually succumb to this trick.

Dracula stood in front of Du Mu and commanded, "Slap yourself hard!"

This is undoubtedly blatant revenge.

He had lived for over a thousand years and had never been so humiliated as he was today, being beaten like a punching bag by a human.

He had to get his revenge!

"Ok!"

Du Mu nodded, gathered his strength in his right arm, and slapped Dracula across the face with all his might!

Snap! !
With a resounding slap that shook the heavens, Dracula was sent flying into the air, spinning a full 720 degrees like a top being whipped through the air.

A dozen or so bloody teeth flew out of his mouth, tracing several scarlet arcs in the air.

Dracula crashed heavily into a pile of rubble ten meters away, half of his cheek quickly swelling up, revealing a clear five-finger mark on his originally pale skin.

"How...how is it possible that you're alright?"

Dracula roared incoherently, blood oozing from his torn mouth, his face filled with disbelief.

Du Mu's gaze was piercing, and he said in a deep voice, "My will and faith are unbreakable. You think you can sway my heart with your measly tricks? You're dreaming!"

In fact, as his mental attributes improved, Du Mu developed a certain resistance to mental attacks such as telepathy.

He once had Wanda try it out, asking her to use telepathy to try and control him.

The moment Wanda's power was activated, he sensed an external spiritual energy attempting to invade his brain. He could resist it for a moment with his own mental strength, and this brief interval was enough for him to take out the Dumb Ring and put it on.

However, Du Mu doesn't need to go through that trouble now.

Just as Dracula used hypnosis, he immediately activated his newly acquired super armor skill, becoming immune to all control effects. Dracula's hypnotic control had no effect on him at all.

Even if someone pulls out an app containing "love" software, he is fearless.

"This must be magic!"

Dracula spoke with certainty, his scarlet eyes fixed on Du Mu.

He preferred to believe that the other party had used some kind of protective magic rather than admit that this cunning human truly possessed any firm will or faith.

Dracula slowly rose to his feet, and his wounds were instantly healed as blood flowed around him.

"But do you think you're the only one who can use magic?"

As he spoke, Dracula raised his arms, and ancient, obscure incantations echoed in the air.

The sky above the castle suddenly changed color, and rolling dark clouds gathered at a visible speed, shrouding the entire sky in a chaotic dark curtain.

Countless lightning bolts crackled and writhed among the dark clouds, the deafening thunderclaps and the chilling pressure that enveloped the entire battlefield.

"I'll show you what true magical power is!"

Dracula slammed his arms down, and countless lightning bolts sprang to life.

Du Mu sensed something was wrong and, without hesitation, immediately slipped away from the spot.

Boom! !
Just as he dodged to the side, a thick bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, piercing through the ancient castle and hitting the spot where he had just been standing.

Earth and rocks flew everywhere, and the scattered lightning raged around like silver snakes, turning the ground into a scorched black spot in an instant, with a pungent ozone smell filling the air.

If Du Mu had run even a little slower, he would have been chopped into charcoal.

Du Mu's lips twitched slightly, and he secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Doesn't Dracula have a lot of skills?
First, it can turn into a bat, then into a werewolf, and it also has mind control and hypnosis abilities.

Now it can even summon lightning!

How can you possibly put Thor, the god of thunder, in such a state?!
Keep in mind that without his hammer, Thor couldn't even summon a single spark of lightning.

Seeing that Dracula continued to summon lightning, Du Mu decisively threw a pure iron Poké Ball at Dracula!

Dracula was wary of Du Mu and immediately dodged the Iron Poké Ball. After confirming that the Iron Poké Ball would not turn in the air, he sneered.

"There won't be just one lightning bolt next, so you'd better be prepared."

Du Mu chuckled and said, "I think you should be prepared."

Dracula: "?"

Before he could understand what this meant, he saw the pure iron Poké Ball suddenly open, and a small blue man with a glowing body popped out of it.

Max looked around in confusion: "Um..."

Du Mu shouted, "Max, use your charm!"

"Pikachu!"

Max: (≧≦)
Dracula: (╬◣д◢)
Even if he doesn't know who the other person is, what should he do if he suddenly has a strong urge to kill them?
(End of this chapter)