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"You're going to kill me before you reach the altar - are you so impatient? I've always thought you were a patient man. Fitnair looked at him, as if he couldn't tell from his words that he was about to be killed, "Patience has always been ...... A fine quality of the nobility of the Duchy of Ansendil. ”

"You've broken your promise. Vlad's expression was more serious than before, and he had been by Fitney's side, dutifully protecting her at this time.

"But we have no basis for an agreement - you have deceived us in the first place, and your captives have already told me. Chebman glanced at Elliot, "You're not a merchant at all—you're a nobleman of the Luther kingdom, and you're aiming for this Winchet cemetery." ”

Fitney looked at Elliott.

"Don't look at me like that - I hate my freedom more than anything else. "Elliot doesn't care about the tunnel.

"Who the hell are you, from which territory?!, Morgan?" said Sharon, looking warily at Fitney.

Fitnair looked at all this, and exhaled slowly, perhaps too cold, and her breath created a white breath - it looked like a girl who could not accept the cold.

"What territory do I come from? No, I'm just a successor, a revolutionary. Fitney whispered, her statement had never been heard of.

At that moment, a distant murmur was heard in the distance, a vague voice that at first resembled a bass singer in a concert - but it was mixed with all kinds of unspeakable emotions, all negative emotions, hatred, sadness, rage, fear...... It's all mixed up.

These people had all heard of such a thing -- their faces changed dramatically! Chebman no longer had the grace and calmness he had just had, and was the first to say, "Run!

It's a bunch of ......

Black Mist!

The wind was blowing, and the people were being blown to and fro, and Fitnair held on to the trees beside her, and she turned her head, and the things that had gathered together like dark clouds gradually came into view—they were already visually disoriented, and their heads emerged from the clouds, hissing and wailing.

This cannot be defeated - one or two Black Mist Devils are already a disaster, and this is a group.

"I can't escape. Fitney looked at the man who had immediately abandoned his armor, and a sigh came out of his mouth.

Another gust of wind blew - from the opposite part of the place, blowing them all back, and they had no choice but to defend themselves, though most of the time useless, the Black Mist was a strange thing, it seemed to penetrate the magic and transform into something terrifying that people could not resist at all.

Fitnair stood still, a red light on the back of her hand—a converging pattern that covered Vlad's body with it—and the color of his pale face and eyes was being "tainted" with red.

"I need complete Count Dracula's help - I'm sorry. Fitney looked at her.

Dracula's phantom reappears in front of them, and Fitnair looks at Dracula with irony, pity, madness, and obsession on his face......

"Why am I going to be this thing?!" Vlad leaned over in pain.

"Poor Vlad - when your loyalty, your faith, finally turns into a source of terror, that is, 'me' - you will not be able to escape all this. Dracula said.

"Why!" Vlad shouted.

"You're still you. Vlad is Vlad, and Dracula is Vlad - we can't deny that we have a demon inside us and sometimes we need to wake it up," Fitney said slowly, she slowly reached out and hugged Vlad, "You are still a great hero, I feel sorry for you who have been humiliated by yourself, but I need your dark power now." ”

"No...... No ...... "Vlad has clearly been unable to control himself.

When Vlad is summoned, the righteous body of the pious cannot accept this evil doppelganger of Dracula - these two forms, although Dracula as an extension, will never defeat Vlad's essence, but "she" is Vlad's inner demon, which makes this helpless person suffer more all the time.

"Accept...... This kind of darkness. Fitney let out a sigh.

A strange smile appeared on Dracula's face, and she said slowly, "Praise my lord." ”

Dracula disappears into thin air—and then, the Black Mist seems to have spotted Fitney and lunged at her!

Sand......

The Black Mist Ghosts let out a terrible cry in unison, and they found themselves unable to approach the place, for the magic had been hollowed out - and at the same time, a man's laughter rang out—it was a half-man, half-woman laugh, as if it belonged to two people.

"To be summoned by you is incomparably ...... It's exciting......" In front of Fitney, a tall man raised his head, his pale skin, blood-red eyes, and sharp fingertips on his hands, and black bats sprang out from his side, and they rushed towards the Black Mist - the more intense and intense pain caused the Black Mist to be torn apart, torn to pieces!

Fettnay looked at the man who had returned to his prime, indifferently accepted his kiss and said, "Let's go." ”

"Where are we going?" said Dracula, looking into Fitney's eyes as if he were looking at his prey.

Fitnair pointed to the altar.

"Master, you look delicious?" continued Dracula, which was pretty straightforward.

"Myth is like you, powerful like you, if you can fulfill my heart's desire, there is nothing wrong with becoming your food. Fitnair said slowly, her camouflaged red eyes slowly fading back into blue-purple as the female Dracula and the male Vlad fused together.

"Well, as you wish. Dracula stood up, and the bat rudely tore the Black Mist Ghost apart, splitting a path, "Let's go conquer this interesting place!"

Fitnair didn't speak, she was picked up by Dracula, and swept along with the bats into the altar that had opened the 'door' when the Black Mist Ghost appeared, revealing a downward path.

She was able to deal with the interference of the Black Mist Ghost, but what about the others?

"Damn......" Elliot was not far away, he could barely see anything at this time, and instead of covering the entire place in a way that engulfed them, the large group of black fog ghosts blocked their 'sight' first.

Elliott pulled his dagger from his waist and cut a cut in his arm without hesitation.