Chapter 602 (1/2)

In fact, even John didn't know that there was God's blood in his own body.

Although the blood has been very thin after a long time, the seal here also began to loosen.

John is a believer of God, so his blood has been purified and strengthened. Therefore, it is most appropriate to use his blood to break the seal here.

Dracula spent hundreds of years arranging such a game, but he never thought that such a variable would be wasted.

So the anger in Dracula's heart can be imagined.

He has prepared for so long and dormant for so long. No one is allowed to destroy his plan. Therefore, waste must die!

Then, just as he was about to rush to kill the waste, he saw the strange change in the pattern of the huge face, that is, on the altar he designed.

One black and one white flame are intimately intertwined with each other, regardless of each other, like a hug between lovers, or as if they were one, but they were forcibly separated, but now they are together.

This kind of scene, which seems to have been together for ten or ten million years, shocked Dracula.

Because he stayed in this underground palace for too long and was too familiar with everything here.

However, he never saw such a strange scene once, nor did he see the black flame full of destruction and darkness.

Even with his dark nature, when he sees the black flame, he can't help but be good at it.

For the breath of destruction and darkness is too strong and violent, as if to return everything to nothingness, until it destroys everything it can touch.

However, the strange thing is that the white flame entangled with it shows the opposite breath.

Full of vitality and the smell of sunshine, people can't help but want to get close at first sight.

But Dracula didn't want to.

For him, the power of the flame not only made him dislike and want to be close, but also made him want to stay away. In his heart, he even had a feeling of hating the white flame.

It's like he hates the sun.

Where did the flame come from?

Such an idea floated out of his mind, and his sight moved slowly, but he looked at the waste.

But I was seeing that the waste seemed to be walking into the blood fog, with two entangled flames of black and white.

What's more, he actually stretched out his hand to touch, or to guide the two flames into his palm.

”This...?”

De gulaton was shocked. He looked at all this in surprise and couldn't believe what he saw.

So he subconsciously stopped his steps and looked at all this quietly.

Under his gaze, the wasted body had gone into the blood fog, which made his body look a little unreal.

It is like looking at the road in the distance in summer, and the steam rising will blur the road.

Then, he walked into the waste of blood fog, raised his hand and slowly extended it to the black-and-white entangled flame. His open palm seemed to hold the black-and-white entangled flame.

”Oh?”

Dracula gave a soft cry, and then a kind of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart.