Chapter 151: The Central Team

"Gabriel..."

Fan Haixin repeated the name, his expression slightly dazed.

As a demon hunter trained by the Church, even though Fan Haixin disliked reading, he knew "Gabriel" was one of the Four Archangels, bearing the highest rank among all angels—the Seraphim.

Legend held that Gabriel and another Archangel, Michael, stood on either side of God, earning honors such as "God's Left Hand" and "Left of the Divine Throne," tasked daily with listening to and delivering God's divine decrees—essentially acting as His personal secretary, holding a prestigious position in Heaven.

Of course, Fan Haixin did not believe he was that Archangel or His reincarnation.

After all, according to the Bible, that being's form should resemble a woman, yet he himself was a purely masculine man with earthly desires, clearly contradicting the Archangel's description.

So Fan Haixin speculated that before losing his memory, he had likely worked for the Church and achieved extraordinary merit, earning him this sacred name.

Otherwise, in the feudal era centuries ago, when divine authority reigned supreme, few parents would dare name their child after an Archangel.

Then the question arose: why did Dracula recognize him, and act as if they were familiar?

Could it be that his loss of memory was connected to this man?

As Fan Haixin stood frozen, lost in thought, the Central Team had already clashed with Dracula.

Clearly, having watched the movie beforehand, all members of the Central Team had already guessed Fan Haixin's true identity and felt no surprise.

Moreover, as reincarnators, the Central Team were merely visitors to this world; even if Heaven truly existed, it held little relevance to them.

Thus, whether Fan Haixin's real name was Gabriel or Jesus, it made no difference—they would still kill Dracula to complete the Main God's mission.

"Hah!"

Without doubt, the first to strike was Zheng Zhe, the Central Team's second-strongest member.

He pulled a black-and-red great axe from his space bag, raised it high with both hands, and brought down a powerful jumping slash toward Dracula.

Terrifying power, wrapped in a hurricane, slammed forward, making the air shriek with sharp friction.

Seeing this, Dracula remained calm, his body vanishing like a phantom, causing Zheng Zhe's furious strike to miss.

The spot where he had stood was crushed into a crater by the immense force, dust and shattered stone erupting in a thick cloud.

"As a vampire, you're terribly crude."

A mocking voice sounded beside Zheng Zhe's ear—Dracula had appeared behind him, his five fingernails instantly elongating into claws, stabbing straight for Zheng Zhe's back heart, as if wanting to speak from the heart.

But at that moment, crimson flames suddenly erupted across Zheng Zhe's body, vivid and clear as polished lapis lazuli.

"Sizzzz!!"

When Dracula's palm touched the flames, he recoiled as if burned by a hot iron—not only that, the flames ignited instantly, spreading up his arm like wildfire, reaching his elbow in an instant.

Agony struck; Dracula, shocked and furious, raised his other hand, fingers forming a blade wrapped in dark energy, and slashed hard at his own burning arm, severing it at the root, then swiftly swung outward to meet Zheng Zhe's turning axe.

CLANG————!!

The clash of metal rang out, sparks flying through the air.

A tremendous force traveled up the axe handle, numbing Zheng Zhe's arm; he slid ten meters along the ground before stopping, a look of surprise on his face.

Clearly, Dracula's strength exceeded Zheng Zhe's expectations—and according to Zhan Lan, this might only be a clone; how strong would the original be?

What kind of flames are those?!

On the other side, Dracula was equally stunned, staring at the flames burning on Zheng Zhe's body, his eyes filled with wariness and deep confusion.

If he hadn't misjudged, the flames on this young vampire seemed capable of burning souls and annihilating negative energy, especially devastating against dark creatures—utterly unstoppable.

But the problem was... how the hell did a vampire master such a skill? Doesn't he fear burning himself?

As he thought this, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes—Zhao Yingkong, clad in nanotech battle armor, appeared beside Dracula like a ghost.

In her hand was a golden short sword, etched with complex runes, emitting a faint glow.

The girl's eyes brimmed with coldness and killing intent; she thrust the short sword swiftly toward Dracula's ribs, aiming to pierce his heart.

Feeling the threat from the blade, Dracula frowned, his body instantly splitting into hundreds of bats, evading Zhao Yingkong's attack.

But at that moment, a terrifying force descended from above, like an invisible hand wrapping all the bats, trapping them.

Over ten meters away, Zhan Lan's expression turned vacant, her eyes glowing with a hazy white light—she had entered the Second-Level Gene Lock.

The next second, a cold snort rang out—Zhan Lan unleashed her full A-Rank telekinesis, crushing the trapped black bats instantly into foul-smelling blood splatters.

Dead?

Of course not!

BOOM————!!

A hammer and a sword struck simultaneously at Fan Haixin's back, sending the lunging Dracula flying backward.

At the same moment, Cheng Xiao and Wang Xia rushed forward, already prepared.

The former wielded sword and blade in unison, unleashing hundreds of slashes in an instant—sword qi and blade Gang all struck the darkness where Dracula had vanished, stirring up violent, raging winds.

The latter was no less formidable; his fists left afterimages in midair, pouring out Badao true qi laced with nuclear radiation, creating visible, blazing firelight.

"Roarrrrrr————!!!"

A roar erupted as Dracula transformed into a three-meter-tall bat-humanoid, riding through the violent assault to reach Cheng and Wang, slapping each of them away with a single blow, then continuing his charge toward Fan Haixin.

BOOM BOOM BOOM————!!

The ground trembled; thick vines and massive tree roots burst from the earth, coiling around Dracula's huge body like countless pythons.

Immediately after, two walls of earth surged upward, then slammed shut together, trapping Dracula briefly along with the vines and roots.

The next instant, the entire Central Team surged forward: first Zhan Lan, Qi Tengyi, Zhu Peng, and other ranged attackers suppressed Dracula's mobility; then, led by Zheng Zhe, the melee fighters unleashed their strongest attacks, all striking Dracula at once, aiming to destroy this clone.

As expected, it failed.

At this moment, the Central Team faced the same awkward situation as Wu Xian.

Dracula couldn't defeat them, but they couldn't kill him either.

Of course, there was a difference: the other Dracula couldn't harm Wu Xian at all—not even break his basic defense.

But this Dracula could injure most members of the Central Team; if he landed even one successful hit, the team would plunge into crisis.

At the same time, Fan Haixin, having shaken off his inner turmoil, stared grimly at Dracula, who was about to break free.

Footsteps approached—Chu Xuan, who had never joined the battle, walked up beside him and spoke.

"Fan Haixin, we need your help."

(End of Chapter)