Somewhat unexpectedly, when he re-entered [Cain Hurst], he did not come to the first wilderness, but directly to the gate of the castle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Could it be that this realm of laws still has its own archives?

However, this also saved him the time to trek again, and Lawson pushed open the door, seeing that the wall he had destroyed last time had long been repaired, but this time there was no other breath that dared to spy on Lawson's movements.

"It's not easy. ”

Lawson was stunned, it was not easy for him to find those monsters one by one, he was not familiar with the terrain and mechanisms here, although the other party's strength was weaker than Lawson, but he could still escape for his life, this back and forth, it felt like a waste of time.

"It's all because you were too ostentatious last time. ”

Vivien still looked like a bat, hovering above Rosen's head.

"Okay. ”

Lawson was a little helpless, but fortunately he still had a second hand to prepare.

Pulling the flask from the storage ring, Lawson tapped lightly on the glass wall.

"Well, don't disturb my Uncle Farrell's dreams...... Uh, where is this?"

Farrell seemed to have just gone to sleep, and although Lawson didn't know if the geist would fall asleep, when Farrell sensed his surroundings, he immediately became refreshed.

“...... Is this Cain Hurst, I'm back!?"

Even the black mist seemed to be a little brighter, and Farrell spun rapidly, trying to escape the flask, but was blocked by an invisible force field, making it difficult to break through.

"Uh, master?"

He gradually calmed down, and turned to ask Lawson, as for the title of the master, it was Farrell himself who figured it out.

"It's your place to show your strength, Farrell, take me to your old friends. ”

Gently shaking the flask, Rosen said to Farrell.

"What are you going to do?"

Asked with some vigilance, Farrell seemed to be scared of Rosen's training methods.

"You don't need to know so much, you lead the way. ”

Speaking in an unquestioning tone, Lawson let go directly, and the flask was held up by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air.

"Good, good ......"

Not daring to ask any more questions, Farrell began to guide Rosen deeper into the castle.

......

As a Bloodline, or a transformed Bloodline, Hector's thirst for blood is unusually strong.

However, since he was absorbed into this realm by the enemy some time ago, Hector has never been able to taste the blood of a true human.

There are only wild beasts for them to eat, but fortunately, the creatures based on the law-based realm are constantly reborn, so they don't starve to death.

It's just that compared to the sweet and mellow blood of humans, the blood of these wild wolf boars is as difficult to swallow as sewage in the sewer.

And Hector is not alone in this castle.

Both the Spirit Lord and the Defeated Knight were difficult opponents, and Hector's spirit was exhausted by fighting them for territory alone, and Hector was outraged that he had to associate himself with these "inferior" races in order to survive as a self-proclaimed noble bloodline.

What's more, these enemies don't have blood at all and can't even improve Hector's diet!

But fortunately, the Lord of the Spirits seems to have disappeared recently, and the unintelligent fellows of the defeated knights generally wander around their own territory when they are not provoked by the Lord of the Spirits to besiege him, so Hector has a lot of peace of mind.

In the past few days, Hector has been observing the situation on the side of the Spirit Lord, and on the other hand, he is also actively preparing, waiting for confirmation that the other party is indeed falling, and then immediately take action and incorporate that piece of territory into his own hands.

But just as Hector was sipping the spice-added wolf blood from his goblet, a faint wave of power spread out of the castle, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

Hector clearly remembered that just a few days ago, when a similar wave came, the nasty Spirit Lord was no longer there, and although he was pleasant, he couldn't help but feel a little wary.

There is no shortage of outsiders in this space, but most of them will be besieged by other native forces when they first enter, and those who are lucky enough to survive will find a stronghold to gradually develop their power, but over the years, no one has dared to break into the castle when they first arrived.

Thinking of the disappearance of the Lord of the Spirits, Hector was about to continue to reach out to the tentacles of his perception to find out the identity of the other party, when a familiar aura quickly approached him.

"This breath, is that guy?"

While he was still thinking, the door to the room was violently pushed open, and a flask floated in, the black mist swirling in it, revealing a rather disgusting smell from Hector.

"Is that you?"

This is the Lord of the Spirits who had disappeared for days, and although some could not quite understand why he was put in a flask, Hector was already subconsciously ready to attack.

"Wait, how can you just come here, the guards outside?"

Hector is not a bare-bones commander, and his subordinates have cultivated a large number of degraded bloods who are obedient, but the Lord of the Wandering Soul directly broke in this time, and Hector didn't even receive a warning, which is quite strange.

"It's all settled. ”

The Lord of the Spirits said lightly, of course, with the appearance of him in the flask, it was a little funny.

"You big bats will never know what I've been through these days and what kind of strength I've gotten. ”

"Hubris. ”

Hector clearly sensed that the opponent's strength had not changed much, presumably just obtained some treasure, and snorted contemptuously, so he shot directly.

Unlike the real blood clan, most of the lower blood clans like him still relied on the strength of their bodies to fight, and in an instant, Hector's whole body swelled, and the original dress robe was immediately torn, revealing strong black muscles, and the wings behind him spread out, filling the entire room.

Hector's eyes were red, his sharp claws glowing with cold light, and he rushed straight at the Spirit Master, slapping the flask to pieces.

Smack-

But as soon as he struck, the Spirit Lord didn't move at all, the flask seemed to be fixed in space, and there was no damage at all, and Hector felt a violent force feedback return, causing him to take two steps back.

"How so?"

It's only been a few days since I saw him, how did this guy evolve to this extent?

As Hector pondered his countermeasures, the Spirit Lord spoke.

"You don't understand true power, but I'm ...... Wow, wow, wow!"

Before he could finish speaking, the flask was directly grabbed by a hand covered in iron armor and rudely taken down.

And the owner of this hand, Hector clearly saw it, was a skeleton.