My Boss, the White-haired Nun

She looked at the man and said every word.

"Five hundred years have passed, do you have a new answer to this question?"

"..."

Like Wubai, the man closed his eyes.But this time he was only silent for a moment before opening it again.Say the answer that he never said five hundred years ago.

"I haven't experienced it...but, I have."

"It seems that you have lived a good five hundred years." Dracula's mouth curled into a mocking smile. "The other question, I don't have to ask it again, do I?"

Five hundred years ago, they had a seven-day agreement on the eve of the decisive battle. She had shown him the sky, the sea, the earth, civilization, the longevity of immortality, the power of the kingdoms on the earth, and herself.Said to Gong Ming that if he is willing to surrender, he will have everything.

However the man refused.The reason is……

"Yeah. It's still the same as it was five hundred years ago." The black-haired man nodded slightly. "I've changed a lot in the past five hundred years, but this is the only thing that hasn't changed."

"The world should be the wealth that belongs to the world. Civilization has a value that should be respected." There is a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes are firm and firm.

"This world does not need a god who treats the world as pigs, dogs and worms, from beginning to end."

"...boring."

After Dracula was silent for a moment, he shook his head in disappointment.

Then he turned around, walked straight along that path, walked to the deepest part of the castle, walked up the steps step by step, and sat on the throne of steel and thorns.

At this time, there was no one around her, no vampires, no Valkyries trying to challenge her majesty,

As if obeying some tacit agreement, when the Mandate of Heaven used almost shameless armed bombing, this woman dispatched all the vampires under her as if she had no emotion.Obviously she was able to protect them, but watched them turn into ashes under the artillery fire.

Because it doesn't matter, because it doesn't make sense.

In fact, both of them knew that this war was meaningless from the very beginning, and the real outcome only depended on the fight between these two people.If Gong Ming wins, no matter how many vampires there are, they will only have the fate of being slaughtered. If Dracula wins...

In front of her, this world will be like a stripped girl, and there will be no hindrance.

This war was initiated by Gong Ming, and his reason for initiating this war was just to hope that if he won, no hysterical mad vampire would cause more losses.And this woman agreed to his challenge almost generously.He didn't care about the sacrifices and deaths of his subordinates.

Before the king's duel, don't pay attention to these minutiae.

It's not so-called arrogance, this woman just thinks like this for granted, that's what she does.He even felt contemptuous of Gong Ming's request, and felt that he had lost the king's bearing.

This is a side of Teresa that she has never seen before. From the beginning, the so-called pure white and beautiful [sister] is the tenderness that only gives her one person.When Teresa finally stopped focusing on her body, she finally showed her icy face completely.

At this moment, the woman in the pure white dress was sitting on the dark throne with no aura, she was so weak that a gust of wind could blow her down, but when she was there, she had an inexplicable majesty. There, mountains and tsunami flooded in.

She doesn't need any praise, she doesn't need any momentum, when she [exists], the whole world is her background.She is the king recognized by this world in this way, a god bathed in blood, the ancestor of blood, Dracula!

Without any complicated modifications, without any added affixes, it is simply the name [Dracula]. When these three characters are juxtaposed together, they themselves represent a king, and they represent a kind of supreme power. majesty!

She sat on the throne, crossed her two slender legs, rested her delicate and perfect head on her right hand, and looked at the man who followed her in and walked up to her.

"Then let's begin."

She declared so.

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-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

There is a very interesting question.

Gong Ming once said to Rita, who inherited his bloodline, that if you exclude those who have crossed all the thresholds, they will somehow become Herrscher's a few anomalies, his bloodline—[Life] and [Li] talent , should rank second in the world.

At the same time, he also had an evaluation of Dracula's first lineage, surpassing the Herrscher as a half-herrscher.That is a talent that makes people desperate and envious enough to cry.

What is Dracula's talent, or rather, Dracula's authority?

No one knew five hundred years ago, because before she fought Gong Ming, she had never met an opponent who could force her to give her all.And those who saw her fight with Gong Ming all died, and as a party involved in that battle, Gong Ming would not talk about it.

This has become a mystery in the history of Mandate of Heaven, a question that has puzzled later historians for a long time.

Nicholas' [Blood Ancestor Dracula], who was almost invincible in the sky and almost defeated head-on, what is her authority?

It's just that with the passage of time, this confusion was buried in time after all, and posterity only speculated that it was some kind of extremely powerful ability, but judging from the final result, it should still be far behind Nicholas at his peak.

Even Otto thought so.

After all, the winner of that battle was Gong Ming.

But they forgot one thing.

In things like fighting, it doesn't mean that if you have an absolute advantage in strength, you will definitely win... at most, that is, the chances of winning may be greater.

But the relatively weak side still has the possibility of winning...

But at this moment, this doubt, after five hundred years, finally lifted the veil in the eyes of future generations.

Dracula sat on the throne, looking at the man in front of him, a ray of divine light quietly bloomed in his blood-red eyes.

Then she reached out her hand as if grasping a violent scepter.

"Crack, click..."