When the blood mist finally dissipated.

When the moonlight shines again, sprinkle it again.

Kazama raised his feathers and saw it, that one, a slender figure.

Quietly, standing at the other end of the coffin.

As the black shadow flew away from him, some fragments of moonlight splattered on his body.

Also splattered on, that cheek, slowly deflected.

The man's face was pale, like a wax figure.

The red eyes, wrapped in the flames of revenge that almost overflowed, burned fiercely.

As Kazama looked at him, he caught a glimpse of the moon, the round, the huge, bright full moon.

There was a warm light in his eyes full of hatred.

It's like, after leaving for 10,000 years, back to the original home.

At this time, there was a golden cold light, which flashed by.

Kazama raised his feathers, slightly stunned, looked at the light, and swept straight towards the man's chest.

There was his heart.

Then, turned into ashes, to be exact, golden particles of light.

At the moment when Jin Mang touched the man.

All of this happened in front of Kazama Yangyu.

As described in the final chapter of the world-famous vampire novel Dracula.

Similar characters, similar scenes, and even words seem to have been deliberately imitated by some guy.

The only difference may be that when the story ends, the story here has just begun.

It's a miracle.

But it was also a disaster.

On the night of the full moon, meet the legendary vampire.

Perhaps, at this time, a werewolf should come and solve the guy in front of him happily.

But no.

Maybe among those unfortunate human wolves, there will be one or two poor werewolves......

It's a pity that they are dying, and they are used by unknown beings to sacrifice the guy in front of them, who is about to wake up.

Then, he is now awake.

Before those sacrifices are consumed.

Thanks to the feathers of the wind.

At this time, according to etiquette, you should kneel down, put your hands above the top, and then come to a standard earthen seat to express your gratitude.

It's a pity that no, the other party, has no intention of kneeling down at all, of course, including thanks.

In the red eyes, there is only endless greed, and there is a hatred buried under it, which is even stronger than that greed.

When the man's gaze finally shifted back from the full moon, it was such a pair of eyes that appeared in front of Kazama Yangyu.

Along with it, the slow, elegant voice.

"Thank you, boy, for saving a soul that has been bound for 30,000 years, and thank you for opening the path of revenge that our blood clan will eventually begin."

Low, steady, with a hint of strange magnetism that is enough to make all girls look back.

And it was such a voice, such an intonation, that uttered words that made Kazama frightening.

Kazama wanted to laugh, but as soon as the smile reached his lips, it suddenly turned into a trace and twitched stiffly.

"Well, I'm honored, but if I had a choice, I don't really want to disturb Your Excellency's long sleep."

The figure quickly tensed, and the chanting of magic quickly completed in Kazama's mind.

However, on that pale cheek, a smile suddenly appeared.

"Oh? Do you regret it? It's a pity that you just hastened my awakening, and what really made me wake up, what really unlocked the seal of this dragon language, was those guys, no, to be exact, the blood of those guys. ”

Fingertips, flick.

With dark red nails as sharp as a knife blade.

Straight and straight, pointing to the mountain road that crawls in the distance and winds up.

and on the mountain road, the one by one, faintly visible, dripping blood crosses.

Blood, surging in an instant.

It seems to come from out of nowhere.

Skimming through the mist, skimming through the air, skimming over the bright shadow of the moon.

Immediately, they converged in front of him.

Turn into a glass and dripble with blood wine.

Then, it was lifted.

Drink it all.

"The moon is like blood, blood is like wine, and a thousand cups are full of ghosts...... With such a full moon and such a fine wine, it would be a pity to drink alone...... Would you like a drink? ”

Before the words fell, a glass of blood wine condensed with the same blood, just like that, slowly, formed in front of Kazama's eyes.

Then, gently, fall.

Subconsciously reach out and catch it.

Raise your hand and take a closer look.

The shocking redness, accompanied by the thick blood, almost made Kazama Shoha vomit in an instant.

"I don't want it!"

Holding back the chill in his heart, he raised his feathers in the wind, threw the hot chestnut back, and threw the bloody wine back.

But the other party, gently, catched.

"It's a bit rude to refuse the host's invitation like this...... Is it because of the poor wolf blood, which is difficult to swallow? So, how about adding a little spice, a little spice? ”

Faint words, faint smiles.

Accompanied, a faint pain.

Kazama raised his feather, opened his mouth, and just wanted to say something, but his cheeks suddenly became hot.

A stream of heat, without warning, gushed out.

Suddenly, it turned into a red and poured it into the cup of blood wine in the man's hand.

Covering his cheeks in horror, Kazama raised his head, but it was a slender figure that seemed to dance solo.

Raise your head and look at the moon.

Bloody wine, lifted high.

In the bright moonlight, it reflects a touching and strange beauty.

"This is the noble blood of your human race......

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he made a sound like an exclamation.

"No, you seem to be an elf, but your blood smells like a human...... Ah, what a unique taste, it's been a long time since I've tasted such an intoxicating taste......"

The blood wine suddenly burst into a thick blood mist and drifted away.

Then, it was sucked violently.

Inhale into that, slightly open, mouth and nose.

Unfinished, reluctant to give up.

"You don't mind...... I'll add more, taste some, right? ”

The man, just like that, suddenly turned his head.

In the red eyes, a wisp of restrictive gaze flashed.

And behind that restraint is the beast-like greed.

Shadow, in an instant, swept out.

Not the man.

Rather, Kazama raised his feathers.

When the enemy is ready to attack, it is the moment when he is most vulnerable.

Because, at that time, he had already concentrated all his strength on the attack.

So, as long as it's fast enough, just before he, reacts.

That is, the moment of victory!

"Zi~"

A scorching, scorching sound, with the smell of something paste.

In a flash of silver, the figure of Kazama Yang Yu slowly emerged from behind the man.

With a hint of relief, a light sigh of relief.

Behind him was the man, stiffened.

His face was calm, as if he was sluggish.

A silver blade stabbed straight into the man's chest.

Straight into the handle.

Immediately, it drops.

"Bang dang!"

"Boom la la ......"

The hilt of the knife fell down quickly, accompanied by countless shadows that suddenly dispersed.

Behind him, a sigh was heard.

"It's a pity, it's a pity...... If it was a full silver blade, it might still be able to hurt me a little. ”

Just, just maybe......

Kazama Yangyu slowly turned around and glanced at the other end of the coffin, the man who stood silently.

On the cheeks that had just relaxed, a slight wry smile finally appeared.

His gaze wandered, and he fell lightly to the ground, and landed on the hilt of the knife, which was the only part of the knife that he had not used as a weapon at that time, and the others had long since been scattered in the vast night sky.

There is moonlight, sprinkled gently.

Sprinkled on, in the eyes of the feathers of the wind and the feathers.

Refracted a little, a faint starlight.

"Na~ Can I ask a question?"

"Huh?"

It seems, somewhat unexpectedly.

Still, he nodded slowly.

"Excuse me."

"Vampires or something...... Afraid of thunder? ”

"The words of thunder ......"

"It's not thunder, it's thunder and lightning~"

Thunder light.

Huge, purple, blinding, thunderous.

And so, without warning, it spread.

It seems to be careless, but it is premeditated.

A moment of galloping, a moment of roaring.

Carry, the power to tear apart.

The purple light, like a giant dragon that had been bound for thousands of years, suddenly rose into the sky, churning, sweeping, dancing, and bursting into the sky.

A trace of tiny electric light, floating in it, is like countless scales, shining brightly.

The blood-colored night sky suddenly dimmed

Even the bright full moon suddenly disappeared.

eyes, blind in an instant.

Between heaven and earth, there was only a huge purple ray, which spread violently.

Then, in an instant, engulf the world.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Time passes little by little, but it seems to be frozen.

In the solidification, only Kazama Takeha's eyes widened, staring at his front deadly.

It's as if waiting for something to reappear.

Then, there were.

The slender figure that had long been swallowed by the thunder.

Accompanied, disgusting, heavy gore.

The thunder gradually dissipated.

The blood-colored night sky has reappeared.

And under the night sky, in front of Kazama Yangyu, it is the same blood-colored, membranous wings.

The huge membrane wings, tightly retracted, like a solid barrier, can hardly shake it even if it rains bullets, fire, wind and thunder.

"Hmm...... I forgot to mention, although as a vampire, I'm a little afraid of thunder, but unexpectedly, I don't seem to be very afraid of thunder and lightning~ After all, thunder and lightning or something, but I taught humans to use it......"

As if sighing lightly, the huge blood-colored membrane wings suddenly opened.

Then, in an instant, swept out.

Swept to the top of Kazama's feathered head.

At that moment, Kazama saw it.

I saw it, those red eyes.

Glowing, eerie scarlet blood.

So strange, yet so familiar.

Little by little, he approached Kazama Hiroha.

Until, the eyes are facing each other.

I want to turn around, I want to dodge.

But it can't be done.

It can't be done.

It's like the body isn't your own.

It's like the body is under control.

At that moment, Kazama suddenly remembered.

I remembered, deep in my memory, those hazy, scarlet eyes.

And, in the eyes, that touch, irresistible, charming.

"Although it's enchanted or something.,It's not supposed to be used on the same sex.,But,It's still okay to barely be able to.,It's just that if you eat for a little while.,Should.,It's okay......"

As if laughing as if self-deprecating, the man, suddenly, opened his mouth, revealing the pair, sharp, shining, fangs.

Then, slowly towards Kazama's throat, devouring the ......