The smell of blood in the air has filled the 300-year-old castle, and every breath fills the nostrils with the smell of hell.

And in this hell, Alessandro, the owner of the castle, is wandering. It was once the fiefdom of the Conti family, and the heroes of the Conti family grew up in this castle and eventually became the driving force behind the scenes in Italy.

The invaders closed the gates, and the heavy wooden gates on the front of the castle were nothing more than decorations, and the real protection was the computer-controlled fencing in the parlors, all made of super steel made in China, which uses diffusion bonding technology to produce steel grains with a grain diameter of only 1 micron, which is far stronger than any steel of its kind. With the flick of an alarm, the castle's old parlor becomes a modern steel fortress.

However, this was not the case, the defense mechanism was not activated, and even the servants in the castle did not make the slightest sound, but the open castle gate led the castle owner into the depths of darkness. The intruders did not set off the alarm, and the well-trained bodyguards and servants in the castle did not have time to react, and the battle began in silence and then fell into absolute silence.

Alessandro Conte walked through the dark river of blood, the castle was lit off, but he could still see the fallen human bodies in the dark corners of the castle's cloister. There was no sign of the battle, not even the leaves of the old trees in the castle garden had fallen for a minute, but the almost ground-soaked blood and the lingering smell of blood reminded Alessandro that this was not an assassination, nor was it an organized and premeditated despicable assassination, it was a dignified massacre, all the corpses were killed by a single blow, and the sharp blade accurately pierced the vital point of a certain person, releasing a large amount of blood from the body.

Alessandro knew who it was, because in this castle, the killer didn't want to hide himself at all, he was in the castle's sand table room, and the killer's presence was like a lighthouse. Alessandro must go, because fate has stood at the door, and he has to fulfill his promise.

Located in the highest tower of the castle, the Sand Table Room is a place where military commanders can overlook the battlefield and guide their loyal troops towards it. After Alessandro bought the castle back from his creditors, the sandbox room was converted into a master control room, where it was possible to control all of the castle's defenses that would be installed later, including infrared, automatic machine guns, and an arsenal of weapons hidden in the walls.

Alessandro climbed the stairs, the polished limestone staircase at his feet rattling against his shoes, ironically screeching on a night when there was no moonlight. The sound of Death cruising through the castle, his scythe dragging against the walls, may be similar to that.

Alessandro stepped into the sand table room, and the killer did not even close the door of the sand table room, and at this moment, the lighting system of the castle was activated, and the stone statue hidden in the castle was illuminated, and the lighting equipment in the hand of the torch statue was lit up at the same time.

Alessandro was dazzled by everything in front of him, and under the cover of darkness, this ancient ruin still preserved its last majesty even in the tragic slaughter, and after the lights were turned on, the so-called ruins, the family's legacy, were replaced by Senro Hell. In Japanese mythology, there is a saying about the Hell of the Blood Pool, but the so-called Beppu Hell of the Blood Pond is nothing more than a hot spring, and it has the effect of curing skin diseases, which is completely different from what Alessandro sees today.

The corridors, floors, and even ceilings were dripping with blood, which was by no means deliberate on the part of the killer, but his actions were too free, and the clouds were like blood as ink, and blades were sharp. This is the center of the castle, so the resistance here should also be the strongest, Alessandro only barely saw the traces of the battle here, but it was all useless resistance, there were no corpses here, but the ground was full of the wreckage of HK416A5 broken in two. This rifle, adapted from the HK416, is a work of art and represents the morbid extreme of the Germans in terms of weaponry, which was used in the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq.

However, the weapons were severed in two, the cuts were mirror-smooth, and Alessandro didn't even find a single bullet mark on the wall of the walkway.

The guards in the castle were once the most elite special forces, the most violent secret troops from various countries, but the killer seized on the narrow terrain of the aisle and did not give the guards a chance to retreat to the sand table room, Alessandro could even imagine a ghostly figure sliding through the mercenary's body like lightning, and his gun and body were cut off at the same time.

"Yo, you're finally back, I've been waiting for you for a long time. The killer hadn't even left, he was sitting on the other side of the huge sandbox in the sandbox, his face full of joy at the reunion of an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

Alessandro's cold sweat flowed silently. Even if the bodyguards were all wiped out, Alessandro did not panic at all, he had his own hole cards, and he was confident that he could get out of the way. But the face of the Chinese in front of him made him extinguish all hope.

The killer speaks fluent Chinese, and his speech speed is so fast that people wonder if he is a cross talker, he doesn't care about Alessandro's appearance as if he is facing a great enemy, and his mouth is like a machine gun: "I've been here since 2 o'clock in the morning, but you came back almost dawn, and made me wait for so long, do you know that the time for my trip out is calculated by the second? If it weren't for the old immortals in the council, I really don't want to care about this, by the way, do you have anything to drink?" It's best to have a Coke, I don't know what the taste difference is between the Italian version and the Chinese version, by the way, don't want the cherry flavor, I don't know which one to follow when I was in a meeting last time, I asked him to help me buy Coke, this grandson brought me back a bottle of cherry flavor, but it made me sick. ”

Seeing Alessandro's appearance, the killer suddenly closed his mouth, and asked after a while, "Are you scared?"

Alessandro was silent, but under the elaborate handmade suit, he tensed every inch of his muscles, he had heard rumors of this man, butcher, tyrant, psychopath, murderer, everyone mentioned the man in front of him with fear, with the god of death.

Alessandro had always believed that this man was nothing more than a legend, a made-up figure, a monster created by the council stacking the exploits of countless people on a single person, in order to deter those who dared to break the iron laws laid down by the council. However, the truth was that this man was right in front of him, and he killed all his guards with the power of one man. There really is a monster in the council.

"Alessandro Conte, the last heir to the Conte family, one of the four pure-blood wizard families in Italy, ahem...... This kind of investigative tone should be very imposing to say, why do I feel weird?" the killer took out an A4 printer paper from his arms, took it and read a few words, then crumpled the paper and threw it aside. "Forget it, don't engage in those who don't have it, confess leniently, resist strictly, let's say, what have you done in the past few years?" The killer even cocked Erlang's legs on the huge sand table table, looking arrogant like a Qing Dynasty eunuch and a German Gestapo.

"Your Excellency the Blade Dragon, Honorary Member of the Great Round Table Council, 13th seat of Avalon, Adjudicator, Defender of Justice. I really can't recall anything I've done that deserves a personal inquiry from the Round Table Council. Alessandro rightfully expressed his respect for the man in front of him.

The occult world has strict systems and hierarchies, and the countless privileges and glory of pure-blood wizards come from a rotten and old system. Even in the 21st century, this is true as wizards carefully observe and maintain such an archaic system, just as it does with the glory that has passed. Alessandro was the head of the Conte family, whose aristocratic status was not outlawed, and he still occupied a high position in the system and class. But the person in front of him is different, Feng Long, the only Chinese in the round table council, the 13th honorary member of the round table. In both the wizarding and occult worlds, the Council of the Round Table is a United Nations-like institution, their power is supreme, and their rules are like tree roots, firmly penetrating into every corner of the wizarding world, grasping the scattered sand into fertile soil, and relying on this soil, wizards have been able to keep their last legacy from the turmoil of modern wars.

His attitude was respectful, even if the person in front of him might be the butcher who had come to take his life.

"Stop, stop...... When did I have such a long title......" Fenglong touched his head, the red tape of these foreigners really made him uncomfortable.

"The council sent you to invade my private house and kill so many of my guards, and if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I will protest to the council. Alessandro didn't answer the dragon's question, but bluffed and threatened.

"You know better than I know why I'm coming to you, so let's get straight to the point. Fenglong sat up straight, took out a folder from the briefcase beside him and threw it on the sand table, and the dust above the sand table was flying.

Alessandro took the folder and pulled out a stack of photographs of a group of men in black trench coats setting up various lockdown devices in a place that resembled a research facility, and in the background were sealed glass jars, each of which could faintly see a young man wearing a breathing mask and sticking it all over his body.

Alessandro gritted his teeth and denied: "I have absolutely no idea what this is. ”

Fenglong sneered: "This is a hidden human body factory under the Greek ruins of Rome, engaged in human alchemy experiments and other prohibited activities. ”

Of course, Alessandro knew what this was, and even three days ago he had personally looked at the factory's research report, but he could never admit it now, otherwise it would be a dead and lifeless situation. Especially in the face of this madman in front of him.

"Oh, that's right, then I'll congratulate Your Excellency Fenglong first, and judging from the photos, the Shadow Cloak is worthy of being an elite violent organization under the Council, and has destroyed a den that is not shallow for people, what is this called in Mr. Fenglong's native dialect?" Alessandro tried to calm himself, and he kept hinting to himself in his mind, telling himself that you are a rock, a mountain that cannot be blown by the wind. In fact, he did, and his attitude was both surprised, delighted, and even angry. Like an upright and promising Italian aristocrat who suffered humiliation.

However, Fenglong was unmoved, the Italian aristocracy, the next second, this guy pulled out a Chicago typewriter and punched 20 holes in himself, let alone any righteous indignation.

"You've misunderstood one thing. Fenglong slowly stood up from the chair, and it was then that Alessandro noticed that Fenglong's figure looked a little thin, but when he stood up, an invisible aura came to his face. "I'm not here to ask or judge you, and if I can't be sure of your guilt, then the ghosts that are still roaming in this castle are not manslaughtered?"

Alessandro swallowed, his nerves tensed to the limit, and he even wanted to scream if he didn't have to maintain his decency. If there is a judge sent by the Round Table Council, then he can deal with him, and if he is a subordinate member of the Round Table Council, he can even angrily reprimand the other party. He has never been more flustered, and he has been in power since he single-handedly revived his family 20 years ago. His favorite thing is to go in and out of various banquets, watching the worldly magnates who don't know his details, but they are vying to be a brother and sister to him.

This person is different. The moment the dragon stood up, Alessandro understood that the rumors were all true.

The Council of the Round Table is made up of representatives from the top organizations in the occult community, representing the absolute authority of the occult community at the back of society as a whole. Not all of the top powers have joined the Round Table, but those who have joined the Round Table are necessarily the most famous in the occult world. Only the leader of each faction is eligible to join the glorious Camelot Council.

Shadowcloak, the elite anti-dark magic unit of the Ministry of World Magic, with his commander El Carro, the Lightchaser, and the leader of the last Knight Legion, Gald Bein "Lancelot" Bein. The initiator and revivalist of the Council of the Round Table, "Merlin", the current president of the Middle East Alchemy Society, "Zabir ibn Haiyan". These people met the test of the Round Table, gained the approval of the Round Table, and were able to make it to the Round Table Council. Each councillor is given a title in place of their own name. In order to protect their true identities and the mysteries of the organization, with the exception of those like Carlro, who often appeared before the crowd, all the other councillors hid their identities under masks and code names, and most even received the names of some of the most prominent occult figures in history to distinguish their contributions to the Council of the Round Table.

There are also two people at the Round Table who have been elected to the Honorary Members, who are often elected by the current members of the Round Table and who accept the invitation. These people are often mavericks who are as powerful as the members of the Round Table.

Blade Dragon is one of them. No one knows where this Chinese "sorcerer" came from or who he studied with, but he is notorious, and he has gone around to expound cults and crack down on families engaged in illegal transactions. However, he acts cruelly and unprincipledly, using cold weapons and even firearms when confronting wizards. Money is useless, power is useless, he is like a butcher who aims at his prey, and no one can stop him except killing him. In the past three years, he has exterminated countless cults, but each scene is a massacre that can make even the most elite Shadow Cloak shudder. It is rumored that others go to the Round Table in pursuit of glory and scepters, and that the Blade Dragon is the Council of the Round Table who will take the initiative to put shackles on him.

Fenglong's trial is a massacre, and the slaughter does not require evidence, and he never punishes others in the name of the law.

Bang!

Alessandro will not sit still, not before, not today, not in the future, if he has a future.

Almost instantly, Alessandro moved, his body burning with fierce flames, his muscles expanding in an instant, and at the same time he roared, and the solid wood sand table in front of him was kicked to pieces. Alessandro's body lit up with countless shining magic arrays, and one after another, the spells he carved into his body were activated one after another. This is a technique that modern mages use, abandoning the redundant time of chanting before a battle, by burying the spell to be released into the body in the form of a circle, and only by flowing the magic through these places when using it, the magic can be activated instantaneously.

"Dragon Skin", "Relentless Strength"...... There were more than a dozen enhancements of magic, and Alessandro instantly transformed from a personable Italian nobleman into a humanoid tank with knotted muscles. Magicians are no longer flying around in the sky on broomsticks as they did hundreds of years ago, and now wizards prefer to turn over rivers and seas in the stock market, and alchemists prefer to be in the laboratory.

And now the yellow sand on the sand table spread out with the cracked sand table, successfully obscuring the eyes of the dragon.

However, the dragon was not frightened by the sudden turn of events, in fact, he was also waiting for the moment when Alessandro burst out.

A cold light pierced through the spreading yellow sand and went straight to Alessandro's chest, even so fast that Alessandro's magically strengthened reflexes didn't have time to react, but the effect of the dragon skin technique far exceeded the dragon's expectations, and the blade actually stabbed a little spark in Alessandro's skin. This spell can make a person's skin as hard as dragon scales, which is why the dragon's first sword missed.

But did not stop, the sharp blade stopped on Alessandro's skin, the knife momentum was slightly slowed and immediately turned into a stabbing momentum, the sharp blade drew an arc on Alessandro's dragon scale skin, and Alessandro could only feel the blade stretched out by the dragon during the whole process, but he could not see the person holding the knife, obviously the attack of the blade was like splitting a mountain and splitting stones, and the dragon himself was like an ink drop melting into the sea in the yellow sand, and his movements did not stir the trajectory of the yellow sand in the slightest, and for a time Alessandro could not confirm the position of the dragon.

The dragon hid behind the yellow sand, and couldn't help but sigh that this pure-blood wizard did have two brushes, and although the long knife in his hand was a mass-produced consumable, it was also a genuine steel, and he couldn't even cut into this man's skin.

As soon as the thought turned, the blade dragon had already let go of the short knife in his hand, Alessandro suddenly felt that the attack was reduced, followed by a crisp clanging sound, he instantly understood that the man in the sand had abandoned the short knife, no matter what the reason, he finally caught the gap of the blade.

Alessandro, who had always considered himself an opportunist, would not let go of this opportunity, and he stepped forward, spread his arms like angels, and rushed recklessly into the sand.

For some reason, the dragon didn't use the magic that strengthened itself, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Alessandro to forcibly crush the dragon with his strengthened flesh before he didn't even have time to chant a few offensive spells.

"If you are killed, you will die!!" Alessandro let out a hysterical scream, he didn't know why he was so out of shape, but he felt he should shout it as he started to charge.

Alessandro kept advancing, and in his image he was almost at the end of the sandbox room, and his outstretched arms blocked the space where the dragon could move, so there must be his prey in the remaining small space.

The indigenous peoples of the Amazon basin cut off the stream when fishing, muddying the water and cornering the fish. And at this moment, Alessandro felt that he was such a hunter, and the last space in front of him was the prey.

Alessandro folded his arms, as long as he could hold the dragon, with the strength of his strengthened muscles, he could easily crush the dragon's bones and let the dragon's ribs stick into his lungs, then the unmagically strengthened body would suffocate in a matter of minutes due to lung damage.

However, at this moment, a terrifying sense of crisis suddenly collided directly in front of Alessandro, and Alessandro's charging footsteps actually stopped by himself, and he actually jumped three meters backwards in fear. The hunter reached the corner of the pond, and a Loch Ness monster jumped out of the mud.

There are almost no dead ends in the enhancement of magic, whether it is tenacity, strength, speed, and reflexes, Alessandro has far surpassed the world's top first-class athletes and soldiers, but at that moment just now, in the process of crossing backwards, Alessandro's back has been soaked with cold sweat. Not a hallucination, but just as he was settling down, the lamp above his head emitted a sharp beep, followed by a burst above his head. The sand table room was once again in total darkness.

It was a knife, and even if he didn't see it, the cold edge still frightened Alessandro. Unlike the previous short knife, the sharpness of the short knife came from the skill of the knife hand, and this knife gave Alessandro a sense of crisis far more than before. In fact, this is exactly what happened. The walls and ceiling of the sand table room are made of titanium alloy, and the lampshade of the lamp tube buried in the wall is made of loss-bearing metal glass, and this sand table room is stronger than the cabin of a spaceship. However, the lamp tube above his head just now was split in two by the knife in Fenglong's hand. There is no such material in real-world technology, so the knife can only be an alchemical weapon.

Only through alchemy tempering, materials that have modified material properties can forge such a sharp blade.

This tyrant did come prepared.

Dragon skin doesn't really turn human skin into dragon scales, and Alessandro really doubts that even real dragon scales can stop the blade.

Alessandro's reflections, however, did not last long. He saw the blade. It was in this darkness that he saw the knife clearly. Because the knife glowed a dark red light in the darkness, like a smoldering coal, and the knife seemed to have a life of its own, and the blade was as bright and dark as breathing, as if a sleeping beast was gradually waking up, and its breathing was gradually short.

No, this knife is waking up, and as it gets brighter and darker, the color of the blade begins to gradually change from the dark red at the beginning, and it begins to become brighter and brighter. It was a straight sword, more like a straight katana than just the shape, with the cutting edge of the blade shining in the orange firelight.

Alessandro only felt a heat wave blowing on his face, it was clearly a Chinese weapon, but before the appearance of the dragon, they had not even discovered a Chinese wizard, let alone Chinese alchemy. Until then, China had been regarded as a country where the occult did not exist, and wizards and magicians from all over the world found it incredible. Magic and alchemists belong to ancient memories, from the mythological age that was treated as a joke, and the Chinese obviously have such a long history, but there is no occult evidence. During the Qing Dynasty, after the foreign coalition opened the door to China, alchemists and shamans, mixed among the invaders and robbers, poured into China, wanting to find the heritage and knowledge of the Chinese gods who survived in this ancient country. However, cultural relics are simply cultural relics, and documents are simple documents. There is no trace of the occult in this country, there is no trace of the existence of mythical races, and even now, the hunters of the Shadow Cloak still walk through every village or jungle in Europa, hunting the monsters that roam the shadows with silver bullets.

And now in Fenglong's hands, it is a "alchemy weapon" of Chinese origin. I really don't know how the Chinese hide their secrets.

Alessandro only then understood why he was so eager to scream just now, because he was afraid, he was reminding himself that the monster in front of him was obviously a human, and humans could be killed, he was just comforting himself that there was still the possibility of defeating the dragon.

But not anymore, Alessandro's size is slowly shrinking, and the whole person is like a leaky balloon. The magic arrays on his body were extinguishing one by one, like burnt candles. When the bladed dragon drew his knife, Alessandro had already felt that the magic was being pulled out of his body at an alarming rate, and the echoes of the pure wizard blood flowing in his body were becoming faint. It is rumored that the Bladed Dragon is in possession of a strange Chinese magic, which is also the only magic that the Bladed Dragon will use to witness it, no one knows the spell and name of this magic, but this magic can quickly remove a person's ability to cast spells.

Now Alessandro understands that the rumors are not right, this is not magic at all, because magic needs spells or arrays to be activated, and it needs magic to support, but nothing happened, the dragon just stood there, and it was not that he did not have the ability to cast spells, but that he could not feel the magic anymore. Whether in the body or around us, the magic that should have been everywhere is gone. In his perception, the entire castle area was as clean as spotless white paper.

"That's why you can hunt an entire magic family by yourself!That's why you can fight so many good mages!You monster! You can actually dispel magic!" Alessandro scolded unwillingly, the strengthening magic failed, the magic in his body was expelled, he felt a wave of weakness and powerlessness, if he didn't strengthen the magic, his physique would only be stronger than a normal person, thanks to the good habit he had cultivated since he became an upper-class person. But if it were a group of old magicians, I was afraid that the moment the magic power was expelled, they would go west on the spot. Because how many of those monsters rely on magic to keep their aging bodies alive?

"Are you done with your last words?" Fenglong's voice only rang out at this time, he didn't care how much shock he had brought to this wizard nobleman, he was here to weed today.

"You can't kill me! I demand trial!" Alessandro retreated in fear, and even fell to the ground, falling out of the door of the sandbox room and falling on the corpse of one of the guards at the door.

"Trial, trial is about having evidence to convict you, and I have to admit that you didn't leave any substantial evidence, even if everybody knew you did it. Fenglong slowly approached Alessandro with the long knife, and at this time the long knife was as hot as incandenation, reflecting the cold face of Fenglong, which was similar to the previous conversation.

"Then you can't kill me!What's the difference between you and me!This is not just at all!I surrender!I'm willing to go to Tartarus!I plead guilty!As long as you're willing to let me live, I'm willing to confess my guilt!" Alessandro had one last chance of luck, because Fenglong had no evidence, and if he wanted to prove his guilt, he had to confess his guilt. And in exchange for confessing his guilt to the death penalty for imprisonment, it is better to stay in Tartarus than to lose his life.

"Hah...... If I could, do you think I'd have traveled all the way from China to get here? You know, I never go across that border. Fenglong lowered his head, looking down at the shirtless nobleman, and only felt a burst of sadness. Alessandro was once romantic and amorous, known as the perfect Roman, the perfect nobleman, and his story of reviving his family even inspired the children and grandchildren of a declining family, a man who regarded honor as his life and family honor as everything. And now he is using human experiments for profit, even at the expense of confessing his guilt in exchange for his own survival. If it were young Alessandro, he would have died calmly under his own sword, because there was no evidence to kill him, and it would not be possible to discredit the glory of his family. Even if he is full of evil, he will preserve the honor of his family.

Fenglong shook his head and said, "Wizard, the only difference between you people who live in darkness and mortals is that you have principles and you have a sense of honor. This is also the reason why wizards throughout the ages have always been careful to keep the secrets of magic behind the scenes. Because you always prioritize honor, not fame, power. Look at yourself, are you still like a wizard, like a nobleman?"

Suddenly, Alessandro's eyes sharpened, and the gesture of pleading just now became distorted and hideous. He was waiting for the dragon to approach him, the distance was less than 3 meters, and the dragon was still talking, unable to chant the incantation. HK416 roared, and the German-made thermal weapon suddenly erupted into a narrow tongue of fire in Alexandro's hand. The conspirator had been acting since the moment, from the frightened fall to his pleading, all in order to get the guns left behind by the guards at the door. This thermal weapon is also a frantic military version, and in fully automatic mode, it can even tilt 700 rounds per minute to empty a magazine in a matter of seconds.

There was no need to aim at this distance, and the dragon was still talking just now, and it was too late to chant the incantation! This was Alessandro's last desperate fight!

However, the gunfire stopped only halfway through, and with the rate of fire of this rifle, Alessandro did not even have time to shoot a magazine. A knife passed through his hands, severing the hands he held the gun, and before that the dragon had pinpointed off the fingers he had used to pull the trigger. Alessandro only had time to fire 4 shots in the whole process, two of which were cut in half by the dragon, leaving four bullet holes in his back, and the other two shots did hit the dragon's body, but although the hasty strafing shot was difficult to dodge, it was also difficult to aim at the point, and the dragon was even able to cut off Alessandro's head with his free hands under this injury.

Men dressed in black emerged silently from the shadows, all dressed in black trench coats and holding wands of various kinds.

"I'll leave the cleaning of the battlefield to you, hurry up, it's dawn in a few hours, although this guy's castle is very remote, it's hard to guarantee that those few shots just now won't attract the police. The dragon said to the Shadow Cloak hunters, who did not respond to him, but began to organize and skillfully clean up the castle. It was as if they had grown out of the shadows.

Alessandro was wrong about one thing, no matter how strong the dragon was, it was impossible for him to kill all the guards without letting them fire a single shot. The hunters of the Shadow Cloak have long been in ambush in the castle. It's just that, as Alessandro said, without evidence, the Round Table would not have acted directly against him.

The dragon covered his wounds and walked all the way to the castle gates, where hunters in shadow cloaks carried corpses and washed the blood with special potions. None of the hunters saluted him, the member of the Round Table, and he did not care for any of them, he took his knife, covered his wounds, and disappeared into the thick night outside the castle gates.