The dark red moon hung high, large and round, and the cliffs of the castle were hidden in the darkness with their backs to the blood moon.

The bloodlines inside the castle were singing wildly for Cain's resurrection, and the night ravens seemed to be infected as well, whisking and chirping through the dim clouds in midair.

Outside the castle, it's quiet. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps. After a while, a group of men on white horses and wearing silver armor slowly came to the front of Dracula.

"Gino, Enmans, I think the Blood Clan is going berserk for the imminent resurrection of their ancestors at this time, and we will kill them in one fell swoop. The blonde, blue-eyed, handsome-looking Kelis held a golden sword in her hand, looking very expectant.

These horseback riders and armor are all dressed as knights of the round table in the Middle Ages in Europe, and they are very retro. The temperament they exude is also upright, brave, fearless, and fearless.

In fact, these are the people of Frederick's Sword in Country F. The Gino and Enmans in Kelis's mouth are the descendants of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, and they were given a mission different from ordinary people at birth-to destroy the blood clan as the meaning of survival all their lives.

Gino and Enmans were tall and tall, with a silver helmet on their heads, which glittered in the moonlight. With a long sword in each hand and a round shield behind them, they worked hard to restore the demeanor of King Arthur.

Legend has it that King Arthur founded the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, and his famous weapons were the Holy Sword and the Shield of Glory. It's a pity that the Holy Sword and the Glorious Round Shield have been lost for many years, but the Blood Clan, which is hostile to Frederick's Sword, retains the Ghost Lantern and the Soul Ring, the second of the thirteen holy weapons.

In contrast, Frederick's Sword invisibly lost. Now they have come to attack Dracula's Castle with most of them with Frederick's sword, and the purpose is also very simple and clear.

Cain, the ancestor of the Bloodline, is about to be resurrected, and they must eradicate the Bloodline before Cain is resurrected, and then stop Cain's resurrection.

"Kelis, are you sure that the chinchilla of Huaxia is inside, and they want to resurrect Cain with the help of chinchilla? "Although Enmans wants to completely wipe out the Bloodline, Dracula's Castle is the lair of the Bloodline, and if they attack rashly, it will be very unfavorable under normal circumstances. But if Totoro is the key to Cain's resurrection, Enmans will do whatever it takes to grab or kill that Totoro, so that the Bloodline will not use Totoro to resurrect Cain.

"Believe me, Volde went to Huaxia Country yesterday and took a chinchilla from a man named Qin Fen. It is said that this chinchilla is a mount in the myths and legends of the Chinese Kingdom, and the blood clan can resurrect Cain by using blood sacrifices. God testifies that we cannot resurrect Cain from the damned blood. Kelis said.

"Enmans, the Bloods are already partying, I agree with Kelis. At the slightest possibility, we must prevent them from performing a blood sacrifice to resurrect Cain. Gino said, slowly pulling out the long sword in his hand, and then slowly pointing forward.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly became loud and loud, and Qin Fen stood on the roof of a small castle, looking down at the hundreds of white-horse knights below rushing in menacingly, and was stunned for a moment.

"It can't be that you have traveled to the Middle Ages!?" Qin Fen rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "What age is it, there are still people riding white horses to fight with people, this group of people is funny. ”

Below, Kelis and the others have already stormed Dracula's Castle, starting with a one-sided massacre.

It can't be said that Kelis is funny, and it turns out that their choice is at least the most correct choice. Qin Fen looked at it for a while, and praised it in his heart: High, it is really high, it is more convenient and efficient to attack the castle or ride a horse than to drive.

Although there are roads for cars in the castle, these roads are winding and winding, and if you drive to chase vampires, you can easily get run away by them. People are not cars, and when they encounter winding roads when they are in danger of escaping, they will take shortcuts.

This is where the benefits of horseback riding come into play. The vampire took a shortcut, and the man of Frederick's Sword followed suit, chasing after the two-legged vampire on the horse, and the result was naturally that the knight's advantage was fully displayed.

In addition to the roads for cars, there are more rose-filled paths and some small slopes. Riding a white horse and chasing behind the Bloodline, the kind of comfort, Kelis and other Frederick's sword people are enjoying it at the moment.

As I said earlier, those who stood in the grass outside the castle were all minions, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, that is, some lowest-level blood clans, such as barons, or vampires of no rank.

Vampires possess agility and strength beyond ordinary people, and in addition to agility and strength, their healing abilities are also amazing. Generally speaking, the higher the level of a vampire, the more agility, strength, and healing abilities they have.

But they are afraid of the sun and silver. Sunshine is God's favor, and Cain, the ancestor of the blood family, was punished by God so that he could only survive by sucking blood, so it is easy to understand that Cain's descendants were afraid of sunlight.

It's like an acrobat reprimanding a monkey or a dumb elephant with a braided rod or an iron rod, and over time, even though the monkey and the elephant don't say anything, we can know that the monkey and the elephant tremble at the sight of the braided rod or anything like that.

Another theory is that because sunlight is a favor from God, and the Bloods do not accept God's favor, the Bloods are afraid of the sun. This kind of speech is simple and clear, but it doesn't feel very reliable, because not accepting it is not the same as being afraid.

As for why the Bloodlines are afraid of silver, one theory is that the blood of the Archangel Michael is silver, and the Bloodlines are afraid of the Archangel Michael, so they are afraid of silver.

Qin Fen looked at the people of Frederick's Sword below chasing the Blood Clan, and sighed. Modern technology is still very useful, and the people of Frederick's Sword are plated with a thick layer of silver on both the long sword and the armor in their hands, and a sword stabs the blood clan, and those blood clans immediately bleed, and the blood clan's proud body healing ability suddenly didn't work.

Some of the guys were still sprinting on their horses with machine guns, and the bullets from the chambers of the guns spun at high speed, sinking into the bodies of the vampires, and the vampires immediately fell to the ground. Qin Fen glanced at it and saw that those bullets were also made of silver, specifically restraining the healing ability of the vampire's body.

Splitting the grievances and grievances between Frederick's sword and the blood clan, Qin Fen watched the blood clan who were still in a sweet kiss panicked, ran for their lives, and began to shake their heads: The good romantic atmosphere was spoiled at once, and immediately the knight's long sword waved the machine gun and rang out, and the mandarin duck was properly beaten.

Qin Fen stood on the roof of the small castle and watched the play below, taking the opportunity to recover the aura in his body, and suddenly turned his head back as if he had a feeling, and was so frightened that he was full of excitement.

At the top of the highest castle in the center, a black figure stood. The tail of the tuxedo floats backwards with the night wind, revealing only a black outline, giving a silent oppression and shock.

The dark red moon crept into the clouds, but the grassy garden below was already stained red with blood, and the white roses had turned red, and tonight was destined to be a bloody night.