After making sure that his dragon had hit Namirak's mount in the air, Dacula's eyes finally flashed with joy. Falling from such a high place, this guy is going to die!

If Milak hadn't been masked, Dacula would have seen the sarcastic smile on his face. Just as the cat man was beaming, the loach-like dragon under his seat suddenly moved when he saw Milak. Without Dacula's order, the loach-like dragon moved like this, which immediately made Dracula's heart half cold. This guy is actually rushing towards Milak in mid-air!

"Stop! I order you to stop! What are you going to do?! Dacula grabbed the scales on the side of the dragon's neck and smashed his head to the side.

But at the critical moment, the dragon that he had controlled with his forced will actually lost control, turned a deaf ear to his commands, and pounced even more frantically towards the place where Milak fell.

Seeing this, Dacula could only give up the idea of continuing to control the dragon, and instead removed the bow and arrow from his back, and prepared for battle while adjusting to the balance in the air.

There's something wrong with this dragon! This guy just lied to himself! That compulsion didn't contain him at all!

In this moment, Dacula had already figured out why this was the case. It's impossible to say anything like being loyal to the old master, and the only possibility now is that this guy isn't controlled by himself at all! But why? Is this guy named in his own compulsive will? Could it be that the spit out is fake? How could there be a fake spit!

As Dacula pondered these questions, the loach-like dragon finally latched Mirak to his back.

"Whoosh!" Dacula raised his hand and shot an arrow.

The arrow was meant to be used as a temptation, and Dacula didn't even think it would hit Milak.

"Poof!" To Dacula's surprise, Milak in front of him didn't have the slightest idea of dodging the arrow he had shot, but rushed straight towards him from behind the dragon.

Is this going to be hand-to-hand?

The distance on the dragon's back is not very long, and the power of the bow and arrow cannot be maximized. So at this moment, Dacula also made a decision, put the longbow back on his back, and pulled out the dagger at his waist.

If you want to fight in close combat, let's fight in close combat!

By the time Dacula drew his dagger, Mirak had already appeared in front of him with a whirlwind elf spitting out his eyes. There is no dragon soul awakening, and there are no other powerful spit eyes. This guy in a cloth robe and a mask actually stretched out his hands and hugged Dakura directly!

Before Dacula could react, Mirak grabbed Dacula fiercely, and then stomped his foot lightly.

The dragon at his feet wailed at this moment as if it had been hit hard, and fell vertically towards the sea.

"You madman!" Dacula naturally understands what this guy wants to do now, this guy actually wants to die with him!

He struggled hard, his legs bent and kept kicking Milak's lower body, but he was completely blind to this attack as if he didn't feel it, he just hugged Dacula, hugged him fiercely, and fell into the black sea with him.

Of course I'm a madman......

Looking at Dacula, who was already in a crazy state in front of him, Milak's eyes were as calm as the surface of an autumn lake, without a trace of waves. At this moment, while he was struggling to imprison Dacula, he desperately burned his soul energy, as if he wanted to burn the two together.

Feeling Milak's movements, Dacula tossed even more frantically.

"Hey...... In this place...... Fall from here...... It was you who gave him the talent for time...... Nor can ......" As he approached the surface of the sea, Milak finally spoke. At this point, his voice was a little hoarse, a little choppy. One word at a time, it fell to Dracula's ears and became something he couldn't understand. What time talent? Who is he?

At this time, the cat people had completely regarded this guy's words as a dream before death. He looked at the sea getting closer and closer, and for a moment there was only despair left in his heart. Just as the tail of the cat man was about to touch the surface of the sea, in an unknown place, two soul fires suddenly jumped out of the eye socket of a bone dragon that had been dead for an unknown amount of time, and they were extinguished in an instant......

Dacula slowly put his hand on the cover of the Dark Sutra in front of him.

Are you going to go in now? Why am I suddenly a little upset? Inside...... Is there danger inside?

The cat man only felt a mess in his mind, he was desperate to take advantage of this opportunity to rush in and slaughter that Mirak, but he didn't know why he was a little resistant to going in now?

No, no, no...... Now the preparation is not enough, I have to go back to study this compulsive will, I always feel that there is something wrong with this spit eye......

Stone mound of souls.

"Mother!" Looking at the woman writing with her back to her desk in the distance, Serana cried out with tears in her eyes.

Wei Xu looked at the situation in front of him and suddenly frowned.

"Strange......" he looked at the sky of the Soul Stone Mound. The energy is out of order...... The originally smooth soul energy transformation was suddenly reversed for more than ten minutes? ”

"Is it time? It's time that affects the soul energy here! Dacula? But...... Why don't I feel the slightest sense of déjà vu? ”

Thinking like this, he looked at the two people in front of him again, and when the woman who was lying on the desk turned around, looking at the woman who was full of mature charm and was seven points similar to Serana, Wei Xu was finally sure that he had found the right master in this line.

Wait a minute...... What's wrong?

……

Bright stars can be seen in the blue sky, there is no sun or moon, but it is obvious that day and night coexist under this sky. In the distance, on a huge canyon, a skeleton lies on it, connecting the two sides. The wind swept out of the canyon, wrapped around the skeleton, and then sank into the canyon......

In the midst of this silence, a long roar of relief came from the top of a mountain.

"Finally! Finally! I finally escaped! Ha ha...... Mora! You would never have imagined such a day! ”

A slightly pale Nord man limped down the hill. He was wearing a brown cloth robe, on which some strange tentacle patterns could be seen. The aura on his body was a little disordered, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

He muttered to himself and walked slowly down the mountain. On the ground behind him, a wooden mask with a few tentacles carved into his chin was torn in half, and was thrown aside very casually......