I became the sun god.

If all this was just a dream.

Qin Ran felt that she could accept it.

Not to mention anything else, with my current acting skills, it's like playing with all kinds of movie stars.

Just like Dracula now.

What does it mean to have a superiority over all sentient beings in the midst of evil, charm and madness?

A faint dark aura enveloped his body, and Dracula, who was slowly flapping his fleshy wings, looked down at everyone from a height.

He looked down at the human beings, full of disdain only for the superiors, and full of hatred for their beliefs.

But Dracula didn't come up and kill him.

He is like a king who rules over everything, and wants to bring back the fear of being dominated by the blood race to the world.

"Idiot mortal."

"Your God is nothing but a hypocritical bastard."

"The so-called light and kindness are just fabricated by his lackeys."

"Huh...God? How is it different from the decaying gods of Olympus?"

"Is it just because he is stronger and more aloof?"

In the thick dark atmosphere, Dracula slowly lowered his height with a frightening aura.

He looked at these humans brainwashed by belief with pity:

"Kneel and surrender to me."

"I will give some of you the power to live forever."

"Eternal life... Your God will not give you such power."

"To weak mortals, I am your God."

"As long as you surrender to me, you will have everything."

Ignoring the ugly faces of those in the Holy See, Dracula blatantly declared his strength.

What God cannot give you, I can give you.

This feeling is very refreshing, and it makes Dracula's face look fascinated.

After all, this is St. Peter's Basilica. It is undoubtedly a great pleasure for the husband to blatantly blaspheme the authority of God.

"Dirty dark creature!"

"Our hearts are full of light. Even the so-called eternal life cannot make us abandon our faith."

"If I became a rat in the sewer like you, I'd rather die now."

Facing the aloof Dracula, an old man with gray hair stood up and yelled at him loudly.

There are many old people like this.

They have believed in God all their lives, and their mantra is also my God.

Such people have gone through the age of war, and the belief in God has long been deeply rooted in their hearts.

Especially at their age.

People at this age have either taken death lightly, or are more afraid of death than anyone else.

And this old man who stood up was undoubtedly the one who was no longer afraid of death.

"I appreciate your courage."

"But ants can't control their own destiny at all."

"Understand?"

Dracula's expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand to move towards the old man, and the old man was sucked into the air without any resistance.

Slender fingers pinched his neck, and Dracula's canines slowly stretched out:
"Don't need the power of immortality?"

"Then I must give you the power of eternal life."

"I want to see if your God will protect you when he knows."

With the old man's expression full of resistance, Dracula bit his neck, and the power of darkness began to erode his body.

Of course, the essence of this thing is that the black liquid directly fuses and transforms genes.

In the process of transformation, with the participation of extraordinary power, the blood physique and dark power are finally reflected.

In fact, Qin Ran could crush the old man to death.

The deterrence created by that would certainly be greater.

But Qin Ran could tell that this was a kind and upright old man who never abandoned his belief even in the face of darkness.

This is good!
I am Dracula now, but I can also be God in the future.

This old man is obviously his most staunch believer.

Courage and justice!
Such people deserve to be rewarded!

And Qin Ran's reward for him was the vampire's immortal power.

For many people, immortality is a temptation, a huge temptation that can pay any price.

For some people, falling into the eternal life of darkness is actually a kind of trampling on the soul.

Qin Ran is very curious about what will happen to this old man in the future.

Do you choose to dissipate in the sun, or write your own legend while struggling?

Boom!
The old man was thrown on the ground like garbage.

"Do you think he will choose to commit suicide?"

"Oh... You humans still care about the so-called family relationship, so will he commit suicide?"

Easily endowing a mortal with dark power, the playful expression on Dracula's face became heavier.

The next moment, the smile on his face faded, and a terrifying aura burst out!

"All kneel to me!"

"A bunch of vile and dirty things!"

Under the terrifying darkness, the entire church was filled with darkness, and the statue of God shed tears of blood.

However, God has no choice but to watch everything happen as the statue of the Son Jesus.

Under the powerful dark atmosphere, everyone's souls felt trembling.

No matter how much he resisted in his heart, his body instinctively knelt down.

"Right, that is it."

"Look, the Pope of the Holy See is kneeling down."

Dracula fell to the ground and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he walked up to the Pope and lifted his chin with his foot:

"Are you the pope of this generation?"

"What a disappointment."

"Which one of the popes who used to be the Holy See has the power of an angel?"

"And you... are just a mortal."

The scarlet eyes looked at the pope, and under the power of manipulating the blood, the pope was suspended.

Not only the Pope, but all the senior officials of the Holy See were suspended out of thin air.

"Greedy, lustful, full of lust..."

"Your souls are really rotten."

"Let these mortals see today whether your Holy Son, Jesus, will protect you."

"I also want to know, without you careerists, what is left of the so-called Holy See."

Dracula levitated together with these higher-ups.

The blood turned into a spear in his hand.

"Son?"

"Oh... won't you still be killed?"

The blood spear was held by Dracula, and with the unique ability of the blood race, Dracula and the pope flew towards the huge cross.

Whoa!

Dracula shook his hand, and the weeping Jesus on the cross was instantly shattered.

The Pope is bound to a cross.

"Is it described in your Bible like this?"

"That's how the Holy Son died."

"So... I wonder if you will be resurrected?"

A cold smile appeared on Dracula's face.

The bloody spear in his hand stabbed slowly towards the Pope's body.

The old Pope's eyes widened.

His mind was blank at the moment.

Is it all about to end?
When the person lifts it, the cloth covers it.

Then Christianity completely collapsed from itself.

The power of darkness came to this world again on the corpse of the Christianity.

"Oh God…"

In desperation, countless images emerged in the pope's mind.

In the end, thousands of words turned into a prayer.