Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 69 Taoist Corpse Poison: Inviting the Boss into the Trap

Huang Bai picked up the talisman and stood quietly in the center of the town square, waiting for the three vampire brides to swoop down.

A fierce wind swept through the streets, rattling the wooden windows of the houses. Townspeople scattered and fled, children cried, women screamed, and livestock bellowed restlessly in their sheds.

Above the sky, three gray-white figures tore through the dark clouds and swooped down with shrill laughter.

Their bat wings spread out, almost blocking out half the light, their graceful bodies as ferocious as wild beasts, sharp fangs protruding from their red lips, their eyes full of bloodlust and mockery.

Huang Bai, however, did not rush to make a move.

With a flick of his sleeve, he tossed out the statue that the Angry Rooster had transformed into.

The moment the statue landed, a flash of golden light appeared.

"Coo coo coo!!!"

The Angry Rooster raised its head and roared, its voice high-pitched and loud, like the crowing of a celestial rooster piercing the long night.

The cry carried the power to divide day and night.

In an instant, the sky was suddenly illuminated.

The originally dark and heavy clouds were torn apart by a ray of brilliant sunlight.

Golden sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, shining directly on the three vampire brides.

"Ahhh!!"

The three vampire brides immediately let out a piercing scream.

The sunlight scorched their gray skin, sending up puffs of white smoke.

They are powerful vampires after all, and ordinary sunlight cannot instantly obliterate them; it only weakens their power and causes them to lose control of their bodies slightly.

This brief loss of control is enough.

The three vampire brides were forced to fall a distance, which put them right into the attack range of the group.

"Do it!!"

The experienced Van Helsing was the first to react.

He drew his two pistols from his waist with a backhand motion, and without any hesitation, fired.

Bang bang bang! !

The mithril bullet spun as it flew toward the vampire bride's vitals.

The bullet struck the skin, exploding into puffs of white smoke and leaving a charred wound.

"shooting!!!"

Anthony shouted out the instructions.

Two hundred well-trained members of the Holy Spirit Knights raised their guns simultaneously.

The gun barrels were all pointed skyward.

bang bang bang! ! !

The bursts of gunfire were almost continuous.

Hundreds of mithril bullets flew into the air, raining down like silver rain on the three vampire brides.

The three vampire brides tried to flap their wings to dodge, but were first suppressed by the Angry Rooster's sunlight, and then blocked by Van Helsing's twin guns, so they had no time to take off again.

In an instant, their bodies were riddled with holes.

Mithril and holy water possess powerful exorcising abilities. After the bullets penetrated their bodies, they not only left wounds but also continuously burned their flesh and blood and the evil energy.

The vampire's self-healing ability is completely ineffective under such restraint.

The three vampire brides screamed and struggled, their wings flapping violently, while cracks kept appearing on their bodies.

The next moment, their bodies crumbled inch by inch, turning to ashes in an instant, which were scattered by the wind over the town.

"This is the principle of mutual generation, restraint, and transformation."

Huang Bai put away the talisman, seemingly lost in thought.

The opponent has the ability to fly at high speed. If they were to unleash their full speed, it would take a lot of effort to take them down.

The Yin soldiers of the Terrace of Soldiers and Horses are also Yin in nature, so they probably won't be very effective against these kinds of vampires.

The Angry Rooster is naturally resistant to evil spirits; its crow draws in the light of the sky, which can suppress their flying advantage.

The contest of skills is never just about the level of one's cultivation.

Having a high level of understanding doesn't necessarily guarantee victory.

Sometimes, a suitable magical artifact or a unique spell can be enough to turn the tide of battle.

After the three vampire brides died, the dark clouds began to slowly dissipate.

The sunlight returned, shining on the faces of every resident of the town.

The townspeople, who had been fleeing in panic, stopped in their tracks and stared blankly at the sky.

No one spoke.

They didn't seem to have recovered from what had just happened.

Dracula's shadow has loomed over this land for far too long.

For them, a vampire bride is practically death itself.

Today, three monsters that could plunge the entire town into despair appeared and died in less than ten seconds.

Anna, the witch hunter from the town, was still in a daze for a long time.

Her family was cursed by Dracula and fought against vampires for a thousand years.

These three troublesome vampire brides are a nightmare for the Valerius family.

Countless members of their tribe died at their hands.

Generation after generation followed in her footsteps, and now, only she and her brother remain in the entire family.

Now, the wicked vampire bride is dead.

And he died so easily.

Instead of feeling immediately overjoyed, she began to question what the sacrifices her people had made over the past thousand years really meant.

What they couldn't do even if they tried their hardest, this Easterner solved with a mere wave of his hand.

Anna looked at the leader, Huang Bai, her eyes full of doubt.

What is this person's background?

Why do the Knights of the Holy Spirit, who guard the Vatican, obey his every word?

With doubt in her heart, Anna stepped forward and introduced herself.

"I am Anna Valerius."

Van Helsing walked to her side and introduced her in a low voice:

"This is His Excellency the White Emperor, an angel descended from heaven."

"Angel……"

Anna looked at the pale, yellowish-brown Eastern face and naturally didn't believe it.

She remained silent for a moment, then did not press the matter further.

Huang Bai looked at Anna and got straight to the point:

"You're a local, could you lead the way to Dracula's castle?"

"Can."

Anna nodded, then hesitated for a moment.

"However, I have a request."

She told Huang Bai about her brother's disappearance.

It turns out that her brother Viken went missing some time ago while searching for Dracula, and his fate is unknown.

Anna appeared tough, but her voice involuntarily lowered when she spoke of her brother.

That was her only relative.

It is also the only remaining bloodline of the Valerius family.

"I see."

Huang Bai nodded.

He made a hand gesture and, to everyone's astonishment, summoned the little girl in red from the Terrace of Soldiers and Horses.

A gust of cold wind swept by.

Yongqing's figure appeared silently in front of everyone.

Red dress, black hair, pale face.

She looked like an ordinary little girl, but the temperature around her dropped noticeably the moment she appeared.

Many knights instinctively gripped their weapons tighter.

Van Helsing also narrowed his eyes and placed his hand on his waist.

Huang Bai's expression remained unchanged as he said:

"Yongqing, help me find someone."

Anna suppressed her surprise and doubt and described her brother Viken's appearance in detail.

Yongqing nodded obediently.

"Yes, my lord."

The words fell.

Splash!

Yongqing's figure dispersed, transforming into countless red-eyed moths flying in the sky.

The moths took flight, densely packed, like an eerie red cloud, and quickly disappeared into the mountains and fields.

Before long, the red-eyed moths gathered again.

Yongqing brought back a clue.

The group immediately headed deep into the mountains and forests.

When they arrived, they saw a young man covered in hair lying on the ground, gnawing on the raw flesh of an unknown wild animal.

The man was on all fours, his back arched, his mouth full of blood, and he was letting out a beast-like growl.

Hearing footsteps, he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a chaotic and fierce light.

"Werewolf?"

Van Helsing immediately saw the problem.

Anna's expression changed drastically.

"Viken!"

……

Deep in the mountains, an ancient castle stands.

The castle's surface is covered with vines, its walls are mottled, and its spires pierce the clouds like claws.

The surroundings were desolate, with weeds growing in the soil, withered trees leaning, and crows perched on branches, emitting hoarse cries.

The castle is dark all year round.

In the center of the hall, there was a black coffin.

The moment the vampire bride died.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The coffin began to shake violently.

It was as if the object in the coffin had sensed something and was awakening from its long slumber.

boom!

The coffin lid was suddenly flung off and crashed heavily onto the ground.

A pale hand emerged from the coffin.

Her nails were sharp, and her skin was so white that you could almost see the bluish-black veins underneath.

Wow!

The next moment, a black figure flew out of the coffin and rushed straight to the dome of the hall.

The figure was dressed in a black tailcoat and draped in a scarlet cloak, with a face so pale it was almost transparent.

A pair of jet-black bat wings slowly unfolded behind him, almost covering most of the hall.

This person is none other than the progenitor of vampires, who has lived for over a thousand years.

He hovered in mid-air, his face extremely gloomy.

The deaths of the three brides were not just a loss, but also a slap in the face.

"Who?"

"Who is it?"

Dracula's voice was deep and filled with barely suppressed rage.

"I will turn you into a blood slave and torment you for three hundred years!"

"roar!"

The next moment, his body twisted and transformed into a giant bat monster eight meters tall.

Its jet-black, fleshy wings suddenly unfurled, shattering the stained glass windows above the hall, and soared into the depths of the night sky.

The vampire's roar carried an invisible force, flying in all directions.

The sound waves spread rapidly, reaching villages and towns throughout Romania.

In an instant, it was as if some ancient vow had been activated.

Inside a castle.

A lord is elegantly sipping red wine, with servants attending to him at all times.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped moving.

The cup slipped from my hand and shattered on the carpet.

The lord opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

"ah!!"

The servants panicked and turned to flee.

But how could they possibly escape the vampires?

The lords caught up with the servants one by one, biting off their necks and sucking their blood dry.

Moments later, bat wings sprouted from his back, he burst through the window, and disappeared into the night.

At the same time.

Lords, merchants, priests, writers, and poets all raised their heads from their dwellings.

They originally wore respectable clothes and hid in ordinary society.

Upon hearing Dracula's summons, their eyes simultaneously turned bloodshot.

One by one, they bared their fangs, transformed into humanoid bats, and flew towards the location where Dracula had summoned them.

……

Small town.

The Knights and their men had already set up camp in the square.

The largest tent in the middle was where Huang and Bai temporarily resided.

Inside the tent was a wooden table.

Lying on the platform was a young man, none other than Viken, Anna's missing brother.

At this point, most of the hair on his body had fallen off, but he was still unconscious.

His breathing was heavy, his body twitched from time to time, and traces of bestiality still remained on the edges of his fingernails.

Huang Bai stood aside, carefully examining the man.

This werewolf toxin is somewhat similar to zombie toxin.

But it's slightly weaker than zombie poison.

At least, it can coexist with humans.

If a person's willpower is strong enough, it might be possible to freely control the transformation between human and werewolf states.

Huang Bai took a vial of werewolf blood from Viken and carefully kept it.

This thing is of great research value.

The most urgent task now is to suppress the werewolf bloodline within him.

Thinking of this, Huang Bai turned his gaze to the Angry Sun Chicken that was dozing off to the side.

"come over."

The Angry Rooster shuddered.

It seemed to sense something was wrong, and shook its head frantically, retreating repeatedly.

In the end, under Huang Bai's calm gaze, he walked over dejectedly.

A moment later.

A bowl of bright red chicken blood was placed on the table.

The Angry Rooster squatted in the corner, looking dejected and rather aggrieved.

Huang Bai mixed the rooster's blood with the talisman ink, then took out the silver needle.

He then used tattooing techniques to gradually draw the Five Thunder Talismans onto Viken's arms.

The silver needle pierced the skin, and the talisman ink seeped into the flesh.

With each stroke of the pen, the werewolf toxin remaining in Viken's body would stir once more.

Sometimes, he would even let out a beast-like growl.

After the Five Thunder Talisman gradually took shape, the restlessness was suppressed.

The moment the talisman was completed, a golden light flashed across Viken's arms.

The golden light, like fine thunder patterns, traveled along the skin for a moment before finally disappearing into the body.

Under the influence of Eastern Taoist arts, even the seemingly intractable curse began to dissipate.

After a long while, Viken slowly awoke.

The first thing he saw was a stranger with golden eyes.

Those eyes were calm and deep, carrying a terrifyingly sacred aura.

"Viken, you're awake."

Huang Bai didn't turn his head, but just said something towards the door.

The next moment, Anna, Van Helsing, Anthony, and others rushed in.

"elder brother!"

Anna rushed to the wooden platform, hugged her brother tightly, and burst into tears.

She almost lost her only family member.

Viken weakly raised his hand and gently patted his sister's back.

He then recounted what had happened to him.

Upon learning that Huang Bai and his group had killed three vampire brides and were planning to head to Dracula's castle, Viken immediately perked up.

He struggled to sit up, his voice hoarse but urgent.

"gentlemen."

"If we were killing other vampires, the arrogant Dracula might not even bother with us."

"But the one who died was his beloved bride. Given his personality, he would definitely come to take revenge himself."

"We can set a trap in the town."

Upon hearing this, Huang Bai fell into thought.

After a moment, he finally agreed with Viken's suggestion.

After all, the castle was Dracula's lair.

It contains countless mechanisms, secret passages, and layouts.

A hasty attack would be too risky.

It would be better to lure the other party to a place you've prepared in advance.

By the time he realized he was facing no ordinary witcher, it was too late.

With this in mind, Huang Bai quickly gave orders to everyone to take action.

First, gather the residents and move them all into the church.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Viken had just woken up, but he was behaving extremely positively.

He looked at Huang Bai with a strong sense of revenge in his eyes.

Huang Bai glanced at Viken up and down, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Werewolves can kill Dracula.

This is the world's mechanism of restraint.

In that case, the werewolf bloodline within Viken could actually become a weapon.

"I'll teach you how to control your werewolf bloodline."

Huang Bai spoke slowly.

"However, you need to do one thing."

After saying that, Huang Bai took out the Five Elements Array Plate.