The white bones wailed, and the lonely crow slumped on the dead poplars. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sword was engraved with this line of words, the words were bleak, but the body of the sword was a miserable white silver-gray.

It was once the sword of the Lord of the Dead, and has accompanied its master in battle for thousands of years.

Now it seems to be no longer sharp, like an old crow.

It's just that the chilling murderous aura is even more condensed and deep.

"You can call me Vincent, or you can call me a vampire."

The sword lay on the dry earth, and from time to time the wind and sand blew, striking the sword body with a soft sound.

"By the way, I don't know humor and like to talk straight. If you like Vincent, put down the gun in your hand; If you hate vampires, pull your trigger. ”

"Bang." Gunshots.

"Oh, I just like people like you, who never beat around the bush."

The cone-shaped sniper bullet pierced the vampire's chest, leaving a hollow hole in his back, but also through the dragonman behind him who pinned himself.

Kick open the corpse of the dragonman who crushes him, and undo the shackles made of Twilight Stone.

"It's so cool!" The vampire felt the thrill of being liberated, and howled at his throat. And the big hole that ran through the body slowly healed.

"I like you, human." The vampire pulled a lollipop out of his sloppy pocket and said, "Eat?" I guess you don't eat it. ”

The hand that had just been stretched out in the black cloak stopped in the air in embarrassment.

"Uh, so you want to eat."

The vampire pulled out a lollipop again and handed it over, "You know, vampires need to replenish sugar frequently. ”

"I've studied how vampires can get rid of their sugar overdependence. Do you want to know why? ”

"Haha, I finally found out that the other vampires of Madea don't like candy at all, I just like it, hahahaha."

"Well, I'm a person who doesn't understand humor. But can you just smile a little bit out of politeness? ”

The diminutive man in the black cloak nodded, holding a lollipop in his mouth and giving a cold smile in return.

"Licked my lollipop, that's a lifelong friendship, I decided to recognize you as a good brother." The vampire toes his toes and picks up the sword lying in the yellow sand.

The white bones wailed, and the lonely crow slumped on the dead poplars. The two inscriptions exuded a chill that seemed to be chosen to be devoured until the vampire casually relegated it to the worn-out scabbard.

He tried to pull his hair a few times, and the long black hair lay messily on his head, full of grit, which made him feel bored.

"Hey man, do you know where there is a barbershop around here?"

Two black holes pop out of his cloak, indicating that he doesn't mind using a gun to shape his good brother. But it seems that seeing that the other party's hair volume is really hideous, the muzzle of the gun is closed, and a hand cannon with a large muzzle is replaced.

Pressing down on the barrel of the cannon pointed at his head, the vampire grinned and said, "You have a lot of munitions hidden in your little cloak." Beware of being court-martialed. ”

"By the way, good brother, what's your name?"

"Rettsman." The man in the cloak uttered the first words he had spoken since he appeared.

It's just that it doesn't match his cold temperament, and his voice has the immaturity of the voice change period that he didn't get rid of when he was a boy.

The vampire felt very bad inside, he didn't expect that his good brother, who was very cold and manly, was actually just a big boy who was still developing. If you look closely, you can see that he even has a small layer of shaggy beard on his chin.

"God, what am I doing. Thousands of years old bones, a vampire with aristocratic blood, and a little boy became good brothers. ”

"But it doesn't matter. Brother, would you like to accompany me to the second floor? ”

Realizing that the spiritual power in his body would be quickly drained after using the Divine Framework, the vampire had sealed his power, and now he needed to re-understand the professional structure of this world.

However, he has lost his strength, and as a high-quality undead creature, he is a great supplement for the dragon king Haast. So he encountered the previous scene, and was imprisoned by a hero dragon man in twilight stone shackles.

"I, the third floor. Get lost. Retzman pondered, as if searching his mind for words that would express his intentions in the most concise way possible.

"You're going to the third floor, aren't you? Just on the same road. ”

The two of them walked through the yellow sand, the wind beating on the jet-black cloak and the tattered cloak of the vampire.

A paper kite, but it flew over slowly, not afraid of the wind and sand.

Vincent, a vampire who recognized the origin of the paper kite, reached out and scooped it up, and a curtain of light flashed out.

Shacree, dressed like a Gothic princess, emerged from the light curtain, holding red wine in one hand and flipping through a heavy book in the other.

"Lili, you seem to be very laid-back." Vincent shouted with some jealousy.

"It looks like this. But you're looking a little bad, maybe your mission wasn't successful? ”

"Less garlic, you're definitely having the same problem now." Vincent alluded to the problem that the magic framework could not be used, but his good brother Retzman was standing aside and could not speak directly.

"So you must have thought of the same solution as I thought, Blood Lord Vincent."

"Hey, don't mention that title, I'd rather you call me a lollipop veteran."

"This communication paper kite can only last a few minutes, I'll make a long story short." Shakri closed her book and stretched.

The Void has always had intentions for the Tower of Gods and Demons' Lower World Tower, and it has infiltrated many powerful organizations.

Arthur, the king of the undead, didn't have any idea of these so-called lust for power and profit, and to be honest, he was just too bored, so he agreed to the conditions of the void.

The Void helps the undead open a door to the material world, and they can pass the quota of three demigods and below, and in exchange, the undead must volunteer to help the three remaining tower keepers of the World Tower under the Void Clear.

That is, the tower keeper on the negative floor, the high priest Meow Both.

The tower keeper of the Dragon Continent on the first floor, the Dragon King Haast.

The lord of Starfish City on the second floor and the guardian of the tower, the king of war, Dabas.

With the combination of the inside and outside of the void, Shakrelli has completed the task of assassinating Meow Both, the tower keeper on the negative floor.

The more arduous task of assassinating the dragon king Haast ended in failure. Not only that, but the Voidwalker who cooperated with the vampires to enter Haast's remains was killed on the spot.

"It can't be called a dragon anymore, it's a real god." Before dying, the Voidwalker sent back such a report to the Order.

In just a few minutes, Shacree explained to the vampires who had not been in the world for a long time like her, the current division of forces in the Tower of Gods and Demons, and the concept of universality.

Of course, the vampire listened to it for a while, he was not like a banshee, interested in so-called knowledge, literature, connotation and the like, he just wanted to find excitement.

The reason why he followed Arthur, the Lord of the Dead, was only because he always had fun following him.

"Alright, okay, my good Lili." The vampire shook his head and said helplessly, "Anyway, my first priority now is to rush to the second floor to meet you, right?" ”

"You can understand it that way."

"Then don't talk nonsense, I'm a person who doesn't understand humor and likes to talk straight." Finally, before the image of the paper kite disappeared, the vampire let out a sullen breath and shouted, "I don't want to know about this tower, and I'm not interested in rescuing Arthur's old bones." I just want to find excitement, it can be to kill, it can be to be killed. ”

"But it's definitely not about how many of Dabas' men there are, and how difficult it is to kill him!"

Shakrelli glanced at the other with disdain, turned and walked away, and the image disappeared in the yellow sand.

Seeing the disdain in the banshee's eyes, the vampire felt that the qi in his chest could not be dissipated at all, and his whole body was full of anger that could explode at any time.

"Hey bro, how about we get into a fight?" Vincent took out a lollipop and shouted, "Bet on this lollipop, whoever wins will eat it!" ”

Barrel after gun silently popped out of the black cloak.

After a few seconds, Vincent stroked his honeycomb blast head and said with relief, "Brother, do you think I'm a good fit for this hippie style?" ”

Retzman took the lollipop in his mouth, glanced back at the other party, and nodded.

"That's good, I'm afraid you don't like it. You know, I'm very concerned about what other people think. Especially between brothers. ”

Yellow sand, yellow sand, and yellow sand at the end.

There is no future in sight, no direction in sight.

The trail here ends only in Lost, where the wind sweeps away any raindrops.

Dragon, soaring.

Dragon, a sad song.

Fight in the wilderness.

The Land of Dragons, the birthplace of dragons, the place where bones are buried. Where tragedy begins, where eternity ends.

The vampire drew his sword and gazed at his satisfying hairstyle with the mirrored reflection of the blade.

He was no longer the Blood Lord of the era, but he still wouldn't allow anyone to spoil his interest.

"Brother, you always make me happy." For the exploding head, the vampire is getting more and more satisfied.

He believed that he would be the best buddy with this so-called Guardian.

Retzman did not speak, the black cloak was his wings, he observed the world with the black eyes hidden under the wings, and was only willing to express his language with the roar of guns.

The tower of gods and demons has a negative floor, and the death of the tower keeper makes the situation unstable, killing, war, and intrigue, and the only thing that is not in the main theme is tranquility.

The second floor of the Tower of Gods and Demons, the class layer. The arrival of the guardian has brought a hint of unsettling impact to the seemingly harmonious and stable order here.

The first floor of the Tower of Gods and Demons, the Dragon Continent. Haast, who has become a skeleton, has destroyed the earth into a barren land.

And what is the eternal council that is on high in the sky?

Where there are people, there are mysteries that cannot be solved.

But all this in the world has nothing to do with me. Flame Demon Hadrriguez ripped his nostrils, pulling out a piece of molten mucus that burned with flames.

"I say, 'Thou art the heir of God, and thou hast come to tell me this?' The fire demon is beating Hache, it's too hot here, no, it's too hot myself, I really want to find a place to cool off.

"Wouldn't it be nice to stay in the bottomless abyss and have someone to chat with you?" The purple-black robe, the face is a silver spiritual curve.

Once a human hero, now a prophet of the void, Cigas sits hovered in mid-air.

In the face of the true primordial behemoth, he did not have the slightest fear.

"I smell the stench of Nakmund in you."

"That eyeball monster, did you kill it? If so, I would have to thank you. ”

Surprised, Sigas raised his sleeve and sniffed, but there was no smell. He pulled out an eyeball and said, "Killing it may not be done, just gouging out a few eyeballs from it, and if you like it, I can give it to you." ”

"That's awesome, I've dreamed of cooking that monster for more than I can!"

"I'll come again, Hadríguez." Sigas threw his eyeballs over and said, "I think you'll figure it out." ”

"Maybe." The fire demon caught the huge eyeball and smeared the magma boogers he had pulled out on it.

"I wouldn't mind digging something out of you if I could." With that last sentence, Cigas's figure twisted and disappeared into thin air.

The irritable smell of sulfur instantly filled the vacuum after the loss of Cigas's position.

"Interesting." The Fire Demon lay down in the tumbling magma, and the active fire elemental puppets climbed up its broad chest, playing wildly.

"In this age, there are also sons of God who are willing to follow the tenets of the age of the Spirit King. Let me think, huh. ”

"That must be hundreds of millions of years old, right?"