Chapter 385

On the other hand, Henrik had quickly entered the combat state when gray jumped down. When he was thrown out, the familiar crossbow and cross sword were already in his hands from left to right.

In mid air, he had shot an arrow at the werewolf who was still eating, and then threw away the crossbow without hesitation, leaving only the cross sword in his hand.

"Roar!" Werewolves have a beast like intuition and immediately feel the danger.

However, because Gray had covered their breath before jumping down, neither the werewolf nor Dracula found them.

At this time, Henrik shot an arrow, even if the werewolf had felt the danger, he could not completely avoid it, but after all, he was in midair. The arrow missed some accuracy and finally shot only on the werewolf's left arm.

The power of holy water flowed into the wound, and the werewolf immediately howled miserably. The flesh and blood of his left arm was instantly burned through by the holy power of holy water, and the whole arm fused from the wound, and there was a tendency to spread upward along the arm.

"Roar!"

The werewolf screamed in pain. His other claw scratched the meat at the wound and wanted to catch all the meat stained with the power of holy water.

Henrik landed and slashed with a sword.

The werewolf rolled on the spot, grabbed the dwarf remains it had just eaten and threw them at Henrik.

The cross sword cleaves on the bones, breaks the bloody bones, and then continues to kill the werewolf.

By this time, the werewolf had caught most of the flesh and blood on his left arm, leaving only bloody bone stubbles.

However, these days it swallowed a lot of flesh and blood. When it couldn't eat beasts and people, Dracula even dwarves would feed it, and a huge vitality had been accumulated in its body.

Moreover, the werewolf's own vitality is very strong, and there are so many vitality to use. The injury on the arm is almost visible to the naked eye, and the blood, flesh and bones are growing again.

Looking at the cross sword that continued to kill, the werewolf's eyes flashed violent killing opportunities, but he was cunning not to entangle with him. He jumped onto the wall and climbed to other places.

The werewolf's claws can grasp the wall tightly and move on the wall perpendicular to the ground, but Henrik is not really helpless.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his small pocket and threw it directly on the wall. The bottle broke and the green powder floated on the wall.

The werewolf took a sudden breath, and suddenly felt his nose and throat hot and itchy.

The werewolf had three claws grasping the wall, suddenly sneezed and fell directly from the wall.

When Henrik threw out the bottle, he took out another bottle, sprinkled the contents on himself unhurriedly, and then rushed to kill him with a cross sword.

The werewolf was itchy all over. He couldn't defend and counterattack effectively in the face of Henrik's attack. Before long, his body was scarred, which greatly hindered his speed of recovering his arm.

Moreover, Henrik's Cross sword is a weapon made by gray, which has a certain restraining effect on the werewolf's self-healing ability. Although it is not a silver weapon, the effect is not as good as a silver weapon, but the restraining effect is not weak.

So the werewolf found that the recovery of his injuries was slower and slower, and the vitality in his body was like a slow magic, running fast in his body.

Of course, with the wisdom of the werewolf, he can't think so much. He just feels that he can't do it. He instinctively starts to be afraid and wants to run away.

But Henrik was well prepared. At this time, he would not give it a chance to escape. All kinds of props came out together. He caught a flaw and inserted a silver dagger into its shoulder blade.

In this way, the werewolf, who was already at a disadvantage, retreated and could not compete with Henrik.

Henrik hunt is different from gray. He usually uses various props to weaken the monster to the greatest extent, and then defeat it easily.

This time, the werewolf realized what equipment suppression is. It can't bear it with bare hands.

On the other hand, Dracula did not receive equipment suppression, but her mood was as oppressed as a werewolf.

Because he found that not only his injury was not good, but also the demon hunter in front of him seemed to be getting stronger.

Of course, gray can clearly tell him that this is an illusion. The little achievement he got when he came to this world is still lying quietly in the page.

The so-called stronger is that gray uses the ring a little. Although this thing is not very useful for powerful monsters like Dracula, small interference can be done.

Brush!

Gray cut off most of the wings behind Dracula with a sword, but he also flew out and directly smashed a wooden box behind him.

"We don't have any hatred. There's no need to kill each other. Do you really want to work for God? Can you go to heaven by doing this? Impossible, heaven is full of hypocrites. "

Gray shook his head. "I can't say you're wrong, but you're wrong."

"What, do you think heaven is really a good place? Only the world is the best for us. "

"No, I mean, it's life and death. Don't get it wrong." Gray said, stepping out a hole in the ground, the man had instantly come to Dracula, and the sword in the lake was cut off with the force of thunder.

"You..."

Dracula quickly dodged, but this move was a blow that gray waited for the best chance to break out. How could he easily hide?

The eye ring on his hand flashed slightly, and Dracula dodged slightly. Although he soon broke away from the illusion, it was in this short moment that the sword in the lake cut him in half from his shoulder.

However, in this way, Dracula is not dead. He holds the two halves of his body with two hands. Countless granulations stretch out from the wounds of the two halves of his body, trying to close them together.

The lid of the belief furnace on Gray's neck was opened, and the divine fire jumped out. With his hand around, a huge flame barrier was formed around the two people.

Dracula watched the cage form, but he was unable to resist, because his body needed him to recover with all his strength, and he had no more experience to care about anything else.

Gray grabbed his left hand in the air and an injection appeared in his hand.

"What is this?" Dracula's pupil shrank to the size of a needle's eye, and a trace of horror flashed across his face. He felt that the animal in Gray's hand was extremely dangerous.

"Good thing!" Without explanation, gray had inserted the medicine into Dracula's neck and pushed all the medicine inside.

Without waiting for his reaction, gray took out his long gun again and gave a meal on the ground. The magic array expanded rapidly. Chains stretched out from the ground and locked Dracula's whole body.

"I'm immortal. You can't kill me. You can't kill me. I'm immortal!" Cried Dracula angrily.