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Howard, who was almost alive, returned to the hotel room and sat on the sofa blankly.
From his hollow eyes, it can be seen that this guy has not yet freed himself from the **** picture on the wall of the hotel.
The big omen that once warmed people's hearts instantly turned into a pool of sticky minced meat composed of organic and inorganic substances, plus carbohydrates.
It was indeed a heavy blow to Howard, who was going to show his glory and had a fierce battle.
In the second half of his life, whether he can rise again is a big problem.
It is time for Stark Industries to transform the pharmaceutical industry.
Otherwise, the inheritance of the family will be broken in one's own hands.
Howard lowered his head and stared at the silent lower body, with a sad expression on his face.
This is a thing of the past as a universally recognized robber and lover in New York.
"Um... would you like something to eat?"
Luke touched his stomach, ignoring Howard's sad emotions.
After a whole day of boring meetings, he had not had time to eat dinner.
How can the little fruit in the compote fill your stomach?
"I want to eat...ooh!"
Howard rolled his throat twice, and the surge of vomiting** struck again.
"It's so fragile. It's a pity that there is no Survival Program of Pui in this era. That's the real meal."
Luke shook his head. When he was cleaning his house in Brooklyn, he smashed his head with a shot at night and saw the muddy brains of red and white flowing out. Afterwards, he could eat pizza and listen to the song as if nothing had happened.
That's the big heart from experience.
"I ordered a lobster spaghetti. Are you sure you don't want to eat some, Howard?"
Facing Luke's "kindly" question, the sound of vomiting in the toilet became more intense.
"It's too miserable. A failed appointment will often bring a heavy price that is difficult to pay."
For Howard's tragic experience, Luke not only did not have the slightest sympathy, but gloated.
After this lesson, he probably would never be interested in the woman who took the initiative to send it to the door.
Ten minutes later, room service rang the doorbell, and Luke's lobster pasta and Howard's sugar-free coffee delivered to the door.
"Can you stop sucking so...excessively! I just came out of the toilet and felt like I had already vomited my bile. I really don't want to experience it again."
Howard held the bitter coffee in both hands, and an enviable look appeared in his eyes.
He couldn't look directly at any sticky sauce, or red strips.
"Can you blame me for this? Your psychological endurance is too fragile. As an arms dealer, and you have been on the battlefield, how can you say that the residual limbs and vague flesh and blood of the human body should not touch you."
With an innocent look, Luke rolled the noodles with a fork and added masses of plump and thick lobster meat. He continued to feast and make a "sucking" sound.
"No one stipulates that arms dealers must personally use human bodies to test the goods in his hands! My limited moral conscience does not allow me to witness with my own eyes how quickly the weapons I have made are reaping lives! To be honest, It will make me sleepless, sleepless at night, and lose the joy of life."
Howard was very honest and plausible.
Although he has a clear understanding of the fact that Stark Industries made war fortune.
But as long as you don't take the initiative to understand, you can spend money calmly.
Perhaps many wealthy people are keen on doing charity after they succeed in their careers.
Except for reasonable tax avoidance and a good reputation by the way.
There is also a small part of the reason, it is to eliminate the inner feeling of guilt.
Of course, a capitalist who feels uneasy in his heart if his own money is not clean enough is certainly not a qualified capitalist.
"Unexpectedly, you still have a moral conscience... I look up to you, Howard. Serious capitalists shouldn't have this."
Luke wiped his mouth with his napkin and joked.
"By the way, there are so many **** dancers in the Moulin Rouge that you didn't like, you have to pick a wild vampire who ran out for food. Why? You have a special sexual addiction?"
Luke ate and drank, and began to talk about the subject.
"Let me call Peggy and ask her to contact the New York Temple."
"Oh, no, the European continent should be in charge of the London Temple."
Howard heard the back, his face dull.
It feels like a kindergarten student, facing quantum mechanics.
This is no longer a question of super not super class!
He is almost about to subvert his worldview!
"The temple...what organization is it? Also, Rania is really a vampire?"
Howard asked hesitantly.
"I said, you can accept the sorcerer in this world with long **** and thighs, a family of witch hunters who have passed on for thousands of years, but there is no way to believe in the real existence of vampires?"
Luke couldn't help but complain.
"At this time, do you still think that... Rania is a patient with porphyria? Howard, don't deceive yourself, there are such beautiful patients with porphyria in the world?"
For a while, Howard was speechless.
His thoughts were like a tangled mess, and he couldn't pull out the thread for a long time.
"But... why do they exist? I mean, if there really are vampires in the world, why haven't humans discovered it?"
After holding back for a long time, Howard finally gave up thinking and started asking questions.
"Like mutants... the authenticity of this group has been confirmed very early. But as for vampires, they will only appear in movies and movies."
Luke walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey.
He snapped his fingers and smiled and said, "This is a good question. The answer is simple, because there are three temples and a bunch of burly mages who like to use hammers, flail, and big swords."
"They are responsible for maintaining the order of the dark world, and avoiding vampires, werewolves, **** demons, and demons from intruding into this world!"
"What? There are werewolves? Wait, so **** really exists? Devil, demon... I always thought it was just a curse adjective."
Howard was a little brain down by the huge amount of information.
"It's just one night, and the worldview I have established for more than 30 years has instantly turned into ruins..."
Luke looked at the sluggish look of Iron Man’s father, could not help but handed him a glass of wine, and comforted him insincerely: “If I tell you, the guys in the Norse mythology do have prototype characters. They live in Asgard, if you can study the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, you may be able to find it."
"By the way, Mephisto, the lord of hell, is an old liar. Lucifer, who lives next door, runs a good bar. God is likely to be a black man... Oh, Howard, what's wrong with you? A pair of dementias. Arrived early."
"..."
Howard only felt his brain buzzing, Luke's voice was always near and far, as if from the horizon, and like the whisper of an ancient god.
His only remaining reason, as well as the ability to think, was completely defeated and disintegrated.
"You can't give me some time to digest it? What a bastard!"
Half an hour later, Howard, who poured half a bottle of whiskey, finally returned to normal.
In a short period of time, his world was destroyed and reshaped.
Almost able to accept the planet where he lives, there are basic settings for vampires, werewolves, **** demons and demons.
Even if Luke now says that he is a cosmic person from the M78 Nebula, Howard will not feel surprised.
"Your receptivity is too bad."
Luke despised.
"Let me open the door to a new world for you today and increase your knowledge."
Howard burped, and a strong alcohol squirted out.
Then he raised his ears and listened quietly.
"According to the records of the temple, Dracula was the first vampire in human history. He is known as the ‘first ancestor’ by later generations. He is not afraid of the sun, has super regenerative ability, and is a very difficult guy."
Luke played the role of a teacher, bringing the world's top scientists into another world.
"It's just that his descendants are divided into many factions, and those factions are scattered into dark families with different surnames."
"With the passing on from generation to generation, the abilities of those vampires will be weakened a lot, and they will become afraid of the sun and cannot appear during the day."
"As mentioned above, they belong to the normal blood race. They are not many. They mostly live in Eastern Europe. They obey the precepts of the three temples. They are basically captive animals."
Luke paused, took a sip of whiskey with ice, and continued: "And the female vampire you saw is called Rania, isn't it? She doesn't belong to the orthodox blood."
Howard held back the tumbling of his stomach and asked curiously: "There are unorthodox vampires?"
"Of course. Around the 14th century, the Black Death swept Europe. There was a guy named Alexander Covinus who was a survivor."
Luke recalled this past event and talked about it.
The library of the temple is not open to outsiders, but he is about to go to Kama Taj to study magic, and he is appointed by the Supreme Master, and occasionally opening a back door is nothing.
"This guy is very lucky and very unlucky. Fortunately, he can survive the plague of the Black Death. Unfortunately, he met Hydra."
Luke shrugged, there must be something wrong with the timeline of this world.
Otherwise, why even "Underworld" is mixed in! ?
Finally, I have to say that the Hydra in Marvel's world is really an almighty back pot man, even vampires can be involved!
A series of complaints flashed through Luke's heart, and continued: "The Hydra group believes that Alexander Covinus, since he can survive the Black Death, should have a special physique."
"Then injected him with vampires and were mixed with werewolf blood. As a result, he created a monster that is not afraid of the sun and has the explosive power of werewolves at the same time."
"To some extent, this is a low profile version of Dracula."
Howard was a little fascinated by it. He didn't expect to learn this secret about the human world in his lifetime.
"At that time, the Hydra already existed?"
He asked suspiciously.
"The history of this organization is much longer than you think."
Luke said plainly ~www.novelhall.com~ Facts have proved that any experiment and any plan of Hydra will always end in a rollover. "
"The successful Alexander Covinus ran away. He gave birth to three sons, two of whom were William and Marcus. One of them became a werewolf and the other became a vampire."
It sounds like a ninja's sense of sight.
"and then?"
Howard is like a reader who is chasing the watch and can't wait to know what happened next.
"It's a very clichéd plot. It's probably that the two brothers turn against each other. Vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies. There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two."
Luke glanced out the window and said relaxedly: "The vampires have the upper hand. They cooperated with the human aristocracy and also formed a sharp knife team of elite fighters called'Death Walkers'."
"Am I right? Miss hiding outside."
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Howard, who was almost alive, returned to the hotel room and sat on the sofa blankly.
From his hollow eyes, it can be seen that this guy has not yet freed himself from the **** picture on the wall of the hotel.
The big omen that once warmed people's hearts instantly turned into a pool of sticky minced meat composed of organic and inorganic substances, plus carbohydrates.
It was indeed a heavy blow to Howard, who was going to show his glory and had a fierce battle.
In the second half of his life, whether he can rise again is a big problem.
It is time for Stark Industries to transform the pharmaceutical industry.
Otherwise, the inheritance of the family will be broken in one's own hands.
Howard lowered his head and stared at the silent lower body, with a sad expression on his face.
This is a thing of the past as a universally recognized robber and lover in New York.
"Um... would you like something to eat?"
Luke touched his stomach, ignoring Howard's sad emotions.
After a whole day of boring meetings, he had not had time to eat dinner.
How can the little fruit in the compote fill your stomach?
"I want to eat...ooh!"
Howard rolled his throat twice, and the surge of vomiting** struck again.
"It's so fragile. It's a pity that there is no Survival Program of Pui in this era. That's the real meal."
Luke shook his head. When he was cleaning his house in Brooklyn, he smashed his head with a shot at night and saw the muddy brains of red and white flowing out. Afterwards, he could eat pizza and listen to the song as if nothing had happened.
That's the big heart from experience.
"I ordered a lobster spaghetti. Are you sure you don't want to eat some, Howard?"
Facing Luke's "kindly" question, the sound of vomiting in the toilet became more intense.
"It's too miserable. A failed appointment will often bring a heavy price that is difficult to pay."
For Howard's tragic experience, Luke not only did not have the slightest sympathy, but gloated.
After this lesson, he probably would never be interested in the woman who took the initiative to send it to the door.
Ten minutes later, room service rang the doorbell, and Luke's lobster pasta and Howard's sugar-free coffee delivered to the door.
"Can you stop sucking so...excessively! I just came out of the toilet and felt like I had already vomited my bile. I really don't want to experience it again."
Howard held the bitter coffee in both hands, and an enviable look appeared in his eyes.
He couldn't look directly at any sticky sauce, or red strips.
"Can you blame me for this? Your psychological endurance is too fragile. As an arms dealer, and you have been on the battlefield, how can you say that the residual limbs and vague flesh and blood of the human body should not touch you."
With an innocent look, Luke rolled the noodles with a fork and added masses of plump and thick lobster meat. He continued to feast and make a "sucking" sound.
"No one stipulates that arms dealers must personally use human bodies to test the goods in his hands! My limited moral conscience does not allow me to witness with my own eyes how quickly the weapons I have made are reaping lives! To be honest, It will make me sleepless, sleepless at night, and lose the joy of life."
Howard was very honest and plausible.
Although he has a clear understanding of the fact that Stark Industries made war fortune.
But as long as you don't take the initiative to understand, you can spend money calmly.
Perhaps many wealthy people are keen on doing charity after they succeed in their careers.
Except for reasonable tax avoidance and a good reputation by the way.
There is also a small part of the reason, it is to eliminate the inner feeling of guilt.
Of course, a capitalist who feels uneasy in his heart if his own money is not clean enough is certainly not a qualified capitalist.
"Unexpectedly, you still have a moral conscience... I look up to you, Howard. Serious capitalists shouldn't have this."
Luke wiped his mouth with his napkin and joked.
"By the way, there are so many **** dancers in the Moulin Rouge that you didn't like, you have to pick a wild vampire who ran out for food. Why? You have a special sexual addiction?"
Luke ate and drank, and began to talk about the subject.
"Let me call Peggy and ask her to contact the New York Temple."
"Oh, no, the European continent should be in charge of the London Temple."
Howard heard the back, his face dull.
It feels like a kindergarten student, facing quantum mechanics.
This is no longer a question of super not super class!
He is almost about to subvert his worldview!
"The temple...what organization is it? Also, Rania is really a vampire?"
Howard asked hesitantly.
"I said, you can accept the sorcerer in this world with long **** and thighs, a family of witch hunters who have passed on for thousands of years, but there is no way to believe in the real existence of vampires?"
Luke couldn't help but complain.
"At this time, do you still think that... Rania is a patient with porphyria? Howard, don't deceive yourself, there are such beautiful patients with porphyria in the world?"
For a while, Howard was speechless.
His thoughts were like a tangled mess, and he couldn't pull out the thread for a long time.
"But... why do they exist? I mean, if there really are vampires in the world, why haven't humans discovered it?"
After holding back for a long time, Howard finally gave up thinking and started asking questions.
"Like mutants... the authenticity of this group has been confirmed very early. But as for vampires, they will only appear in movies and movies."
Luke walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey.
He snapped his fingers and smiled and said, "This is a good question. The answer is simple, because there are three temples and a bunch of burly mages who like to use hammers, flail, and big swords."
"They are responsible for maintaining the order of the dark world, and avoiding vampires, werewolves, **** demons, and demons from intruding into this world!"
"What? There are werewolves? Wait, so **** really exists? Devil, demon... I always thought it was just a curse adjective."
Howard was a little brain down by the huge amount of information.
"It's just one night, and the worldview I have established for more than 30 years has instantly turned into ruins..."
Luke looked at the sluggish look of Iron Man’s father, could not help but handed him a glass of wine, and comforted him insincerely: “If I tell you, the guys in the Norse mythology do have prototype characters. They live in Asgard, if you can study the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, you may be able to find it."
"By the way, Mephisto, the lord of hell, is an old liar. Lucifer, who lives next door, runs a good bar. God is likely to be a black man... Oh, Howard, what's wrong with you? A pair of dementias. Arrived early."
"..."
Howard only felt his brain buzzing, Luke's voice was always near and far, as if from the horizon, and like the whisper of an ancient god.
His only remaining reason, as well as the ability to think, was completely defeated and disintegrated.
"You can't give me some time to digest it? What a bastard!"
Half an hour later, Howard, who poured half a bottle of whiskey, finally returned to normal.
In a short period of time, his world was destroyed and reshaped.
Almost able to accept the planet where he lives, there are basic settings for vampires, werewolves, **** demons and demons.
Even if Luke now says that he is a cosmic person from the M78 Nebula, Howard will not feel surprised.
"Your receptivity is too bad."
Luke despised.
"Let me open the door to a new world for you today and increase your knowledge."
Howard burped, and a strong alcohol squirted out.
Then he raised his ears and listened quietly.
"According to the records of the temple, Dracula was the first vampire in human history. He is known as the ‘first ancestor’ by later generations. He is not afraid of the sun, has super regenerative ability, and is a very difficult guy."
Luke played the role of a teacher, bringing the world's top scientists into another world.
"It's just that his descendants are divided into many factions, and those factions are scattered into dark families with different surnames."
"With the passing on from generation to generation, the abilities of those vampires will be weakened a lot, and they will become afraid of the sun and cannot appear during the day."
"As mentioned above, they belong to the normal blood race. They are not many. They mostly live in Eastern Europe. They obey the precepts of the three temples. They are basically captive animals."
Luke paused, took a sip of whiskey with ice, and continued: "And the female vampire you saw is called Rania, isn't it? She doesn't belong to the orthodox blood."
Howard held back the tumbling of his stomach and asked curiously: "There are unorthodox vampires?"
"Of course. Around the 14th century, the Black Death swept Europe. There was a guy named Alexander Covinus who was a survivor."
Luke recalled this past event and talked about it.
The library of the temple is not open to outsiders, but he is about to go to Kama Taj to study magic, and he is appointed by the Supreme Master, and occasionally opening a back door is nothing.
"This guy is very lucky and very unlucky. Fortunately, he can survive the plague of the Black Death. Unfortunately, he met Hydra."
Luke shrugged, there must be something wrong with the timeline of this world.
Otherwise, why even "Underworld" is mixed in! ?
Finally, I have to say that the Hydra in Marvel's world is really an almighty back pot man, even vampires can be involved!
A series of complaints flashed through Luke's heart, and continued: "The Hydra group believes that Alexander Covinus, since he can survive the Black Death, should have a special physique."
"Then injected him with vampires and were mixed with werewolf blood. As a result, he created a monster that is not afraid of the sun and has the explosive power of werewolves at the same time."
"To some extent, this is a low profile version of Dracula."
Howard was a little fascinated by it. He didn't expect to learn this secret about the human world in his lifetime.
"At that time, the Hydra already existed?"
He asked suspiciously.
"The history of this organization is much longer than you think."
Luke said plainly ~www.novelhall.com~ Facts have proved that any experiment and any plan of Hydra will always end in a rollover. "
"The successful Alexander Covinus ran away. He gave birth to three sons, two of whom were William and Marcus. One of them became a werewolf and the other became a vampire."
It sounds like a ninja's sense of sight.
"and then?"
Howard is like a reader who is chasing the watch and can't wait to know what happened next.
"It's a very clichéd plot. It's probably that the two brothers turn against each other. Vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies. There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two."
Luke glanced out the window and said relaxedly: "The vampires have the upper hand. They cooperated with the human aristocracy and also formed a sharp knife team of elite fighters called'Death Walkers'."
"Am I right? Miss hiding outside."
Howard, who was almost alive, returned to the hotel room and sat on the sofa blankly.From his hollow eyes, it can be seen that this guy has not yet freed himself from the **** picture on the wall of the hotel.The big omen that once warmed people's hearts instantly turned into a pool of sticky minced meat composed of organic and inorganic substances, plus carbohydrates.It was indeed a heavy blow to Howard, who was going to show his glory and had a fierce battle.In the second half of his life, whether he can rise again is a big problem.It is time for Stark Industries to transform the pharmaceutical industry.Otherwise, the inheritance of the family will be broken in one's own hands.Howard lowered his head and stared at the silent lower body, with a sad expression on his face.This is a thing of the past as a universally recognized robber and lover in New York."Um... would you like something to eat?"Luke touched his stomach, ignoring Howard's sad emotions.After a whole day of boring meetings, he had not had time to eat dinner.How can the little fruit in the compote fill your stomach?"I want to eat...ooh!"Howard rolled his throat twice, and the surge of vomiting** struck again."It's so fragile. It's a pity that there is no Survival Program of Pui in this era. That's the real meal."Luke shook his head. When he was cleaning his house in Brooklyn, he smashed his head with a shot at night and saw the muddy brains of red and white flowing out. Afterwards, he could eat pizza and listen to the song as if nothing had happened.That's the big heart from experience."I ordered a lobster spaghetti. Are you sure you don't want to eat some, Howard?"Facing Luke's "kindly" question, the sound of vomiting in the toilet became more intense."It's too miserable. A failed appointment will often bring a heavy price that is difficult to pay."For Howard's tragic experience, Luke not only did not have the slightest sympathy, but gloated.After this lesson, he probably would never be interested in the woman who took the initiative to send it to the door.Ten minutes later, room service rang the doorbell, and Luke's lobster pasta and Howard's sugar-free coffee delivered to the door."Can you stop sucking so...excessively! I just came out of the toilet and felt like I had already vomited my bile. I really don't want to experience it again."Howard held the bitter coffee in both hands, and an enviable look appeared in his eyes.He couldn't look directly at any sticky sauce, or red strips."Can you blame me for this? Your psychological endurance is too fragile. As an arms dealer, and you have been on the battlefield, how can you say that the residual limbs and vague flesh and blood of the human body should not touch you."With an innocent look, Luke rolled the noodles with a fork and added masses of plump and thick lobster meat. He continued to feast and make a "sucking" sound."No one stipulates that arms dealers must personally use human bodies to test the goods in his hands! My limited moral conscience does not allow me to witness with my own eyes how quickly the weapons I have made are reaping lives! To be honest, It will make me sleepless, sleepless at night, and lose the joy of life."Howard was very honest and plausible.Although he has a clear understanding of the fact that Stark Industries made war fortune.But as long as you don't take the initiative to understand, you can spend money calmly.Perhaps many wealthy people are keen on doing charity after they succeed in their careers.Except for reasonable tax avoidance and a good reputation by the way.There is also a small part of the reason, it is to eliminate the inner feeling of guilt.Of course, a capitalist who feels uneasy in his heart if his own money is not clean enough is certainly not a qualified capitalist."Unexpectedly, you still have a moral conscience... I look up to you, Howard. Serious capitalists shouldn't have this."Luke wiped his mouth with his napkin and joked."By the way, there are so many **** dancers in the Moulin Rouge that you didn't like, you have to pick a wild vampire who ran out for food. Why? You have a special sexual addiction?"Luke ate and drank, and began to talk about the subject."Let me call Peggy and ask her to contact the New York Temple.""Oh, no, the European continent should be in charge of the London Temple."Howard heard the back, his face dull.It feels like a kindergarten student, facing quantum mechanics.This is no longer a question of super not super class!He is almost about to subvert his worldview!"The temple...what organization is it? Also, Rania is really a vampire?"Howard asked hesitantly."I said, you can accept the sorcerer in this world with long **** and thighs, a family of witch hunters who have passed on for thousands of years, but there is no way to believe in the real existence of vampires?"Luke couldn't help but complain."At this time, do you still think that... Rania is a patient with porphyria? Howard, don't deceive yourself, there are such beautiful patients with porphyria in the world?"For a while, Howard was speechless.His thoughts were like a tangled mess, and he couldn't pull out the thread for a long time."But... why do they exist? I mean, if there really are vampires in the world, why haven't humans discovered it?"After holding back for a long time, Howard finally gave up thinking and started asking questions."Like mutants... the authenticity of this group has been confirmed very early. But as for vampires, they will only appear in movies and movies."Luke walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey.He snapped his fingers and smiled and said, "This is a good question. The answer is simple, because there are three temples and a bunch of burly mages who like to use hammers, flail, and big swords.""They are responsible for maintaining the order of the dark world, and avoiding vampires, werewolves, **** demons, and demons from intruding into this world!""What? There are werewolves? Wait, so **** really exists? Devil, demon... I always thought it was just a curse adjective."Howard was a little brain down by the huge amount of information."It's just one night, and the worldview I have established for more than 30 years has instantly turned into ruins..."Luke looked at the sluggish look of Iron Man's father, could not help but handed him a glass of wine, and comforted him insincerely: If I tell you, the guys in the Norse mythology do have prototype characters. They live in Asgard, if you can study the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, you may be able to find it.""By the way, Mephisto, the lord of hell, is an old liar. Lucifer, who lives next door, runs a good bar. God is likely to be a black man... Oh, Howard, what's wrong with you? A pair of dementias. Arrived early.""..."Howard only felt his brain buzzing, Luke's voice was always near and far, as if from the horizon, and like the whisper of an ancient god.His only remaining reason, as well as the ability to think, was completely defeated and disintegrated."You can't give me some time to digest it? What a bastard!"Half an hour later, Howard, who poured half a bottle of whiskey, finally returned to normal.In a short period of time, his world was destroyed and reshaped.Almost able to accept the planet where he lives, there are basic settings for vampires, werewolves, **** demons and demons.Even if Luke now says that he is a cosmic person from the M78 Nebula, Howard will not feel surprised."Your receptivity is too bad."Luke despised."Let me open the door to a new world for you today and increase your knowledge."Howard burped, and a strong alcohol squirted out.Then he raised his ears and listened quietly."According to the records of the temple, Dracula was the first vampire in human history. He is known as the first ancestor' by later generations. He is not afraid of the sun, has super regenerative ability, and is a very difficult guy."Luke played the role of a teacher, bringing the world's top scientists into another world."It's just that his descendants are divided into many factions, and those factions are scattered into dark families with different surnames.""With the passing on from generation to generation, the abilities of those vampires will be weakened a lot, and they will become afraid of the sun and cannot appear during the day.""As mentioned above, they belong to the normal blood race. They are not many. They mostly live in Eastern Europe. They obey the precepts of the three temples. They are basically captive animals."Luke paused, took a sip of whiskey with ice, and continued: "And the female vampire you saw is called Rania, isn't it? She doesn't belong to the orthodox blood."Howard held back the tumbling of his stomach and asked curiously: "There are unorthodox vampires?""Of course. Around the 14th century, the Black Death swept Europe. There was a guy named Alexander Covinus who was a survivor."Luke recalled this past event and talked about it.The library of the temple is not open to outsiders, but he is about to go to Kama Taj to study magic, and he is appointed by the Supreme Master, and occasionally opening a back door is nothing."This guy is very lucky and very unlucky. Fortunately, he can survive the plague of the Black Death. Unfortunately, he met Hydra."Luke shrugged, there must be something wrong with the timeline of this world.Otherwise, why even "Underworld" is mixed in! ?Finally, I have to say that the Hydra in Marvel's world is really an almighty back pot man, even vampires can be involved!A series of complaints flashed through Luke's heart, and continued: "The Hydra group believes that Alexander Covinus, since he can survive the Black Death, should have a special physique.""Then injected him with vampires and were mixed with werewolf blood. As a result, he created a monster that is not afraid of the sun and has the explosive power of werewolves at the same time.""To some extent, this is a low profile version of Dracula."Howard was a little fascinated by it. He didn't expect to learn this secret about the human world in his lifetime."At that time, the Hydra already existed?"He asked suspiciously."The history of this organization is much longer than you think."Luke said plainly ~www.novelhall.com~ Facts have proved that any experiment and any plan of Hydra will always end in a rollover. ""The successful Alexander Covinus ran away. He gave birth to three sons, two of whom were William and Marcus. One of them became a werewolf and the other became a vampire."It sounds like a ninja's sense of sight."and then?"Howard is like a reader who is chasing the watch and can't wait to know what happened next."It's a very clichd plot. It's probably that the two brothers turn against each other. Vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies. There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two."Luke glanced out the window and said relaxedly: "The vampires have the upper hand. They cooperated with the human aristocracy and also formed a sharp knife team of elite fighters called'Death Walkers'.""Am I right? Miss hiding outside."
