It's like a kind of snooping, but the word snooping is not enough to describe this state. ”

Instead, it was like a pair of eyes like the sun and the moon looking at us unscrupulously. ”

It's like a beast in a cage being watched by a hunter, a sense of domination from the essence of life.

This made the face of Count Dracula, who had always been noble and elegant, change.

"Is there something waking up in the Holy City?"

Carlos clasped his hands together and rubbed them together, and he looked in the direction of the Holy City without saying a word.

Demons have a long lifespan, even if they are only the lowest level of demons, but they still have a lifespan that is difficult for humans to match.

In his long life, there are huge memories to the extreme.

The Holy City is a place with a long history and mythology.

There are too many myths buried here, second only to Olympus, Egypt and other places.

And Dracula, who was next to Carlos, was trying to suppress his uncontrollable fears.

His dignity does not allow him to fear.

Dracula picked up the goblet and drank the fresh blood in it, resisting his fear with the enjoyment of the blood.

Carlos watched what Dracula was doing, but he couldn't tell through it, and as a demon who was extremely good at guessing about psychology, he knew too well when to say something.

Carlos's body tensed.

"This feeling of gaze is getting closer. ”

"Yes, with a deep sense of oppression. ”

In the eyes of the two of them, there seemed to be a pair of eyes in the empty sky that were wider than the sun and moon in the sky looking at them mercilessly.

There is no escape, there is no escape.

The feeling became clearer and clearer, as if the owner of the eyes was coming from a distance.

At this moment, Dracula's Blood Servant walked in and broke the silence.

"Lord Count, this is fresh blood. ”

Dracula looked at the servant's brow furrowed slightly.

"Put it down!"

"Yes!"

The servant followed Dracula's words as he placed the blood-filled glass on the table and slowly retreated.

At this time, Dracula glanced at him and said:

"Wait, do you feel anything out of the ordinary?"

"What is unusual, Lord Earl, the Holy City is very calm right now. ”

The servant bowed and said solemnly.

Dracula looked at the servant, waved his hand, and said:

"Let's go down. ”

"Yes, Lord Count. ”

After the servant walked out of the tent, Dracula and Carlos looked at each other and said:

"It seems that only we can feel this gaze. ”

"Very precise and terrible control. ”

"But it makes people feel like they can't even escape. ”

There's nothing to hide, that's what it feels like.

It is like the vastness of heaven and earth, and there is no place to hide.

Dracula and Carlos' bodies are on the verge of exploding in a moment, and they are waiting anxiously.

I don't know how long it took, but in the vast expanse of the land, a long roar suddenly broke the silence.

"It's coming!"

Dracula, who was dressed in a black cloak, put down the goblet in his hand, and let the goblet fall from his hand, slamming it the ground, turning into a scattered glass slag.

"Let's go!"

Carlos' scaly tail wagged as he stepped outside.

Dracula didn't say anything, he just walked out of the tent side by side with Carlos.

In the desert outside the Holy City, on the dry sand, Dracula and Carlos looked at the sky with grim expressions.

In the distance, terrifying waves of qi were swept into wind blades, crossing the land.

A golden light slammed into the tent.

In the blink of an eye.

Crimson blood spilled from Dracula's body, while Carlos's body was pure black, like the darkness of the eternal night after twilight fell.

The angels are indeed true when they say that demons are born of darkness.

There is no communication or discourse, only war.

Above the desert, golden light, crimson blood, and endless darkness collided violently.

"Boom!"

It's like a terrible cannonball lit on the desert.

The wind and waves swept away all the minions of the blood and demons.

A huge crater appeared in the middle of the desert.

At the bottom of the crater, both Carlos and Dracula were plunged into the desert.

At this time, the golden light was also stopped.

It was a golden bird with golden wings like golden stones.

And its eyes are pure golden.

"Is that the guy?"

"If it were just it, I would taste its blood. ”

Dracula's expression was extremely cold.

How are beasts and beasts, and how can they be compared to noble bloodlines?

Dracula would not allow himself to be cowardly towards beasts, even if he had been.

"It's like the Peng Bird in Eastern mythology, but the strength is much worse, and the Peng Bird in the myth is at least above the gods. ”

Carlos squinted his eyes at the golden Peng Bird Dao that turned over and returned to the sky thousands of miles high after bombarding them.

The unknown is fear.

Although the two of them could still feel the terrifying gaze, they were no longer afraid.

A mighty bird can't kill them yet.

"Then let me taste its blood, the legendary beast is always a little extraordinary. ”

Dracula smiled coldly, his fangs poking out slightly.

"Boom!"

Dracula broke away from the earth, wrapped in yellow sand and flew towards the birds in the air.

Changsha is empty, and the golden sun is like twilight.

Crimson blood with a hint of morbidity, Dracula showed his terrifying power at this moment.

He was like a red cloud about to devour the sun, and the black clouds in the mid-air were mixed with red, sweeping the golden in the sky.

"It's really a blessing, but what does Peng Bird taste like, even I'm a little curious!"

Carlos grinned, and he took his hat off, revealing its pointed horns with circles.

Peng Bird, a strange beast in Eastern mythology.

This is a legendary beast that Carlos has heard of in the plasma, such as the legendary North Sea Monster, Leviathan, and Titan.

Now he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to taste the taste of Pengniao.

Peng Bird is also known as Xi You.

The big bird "Xi You" described in the "Divine Strange Scripture": "The Kunlun Mountain has a copper pillar, which is high into the sky, and the so-called 'heavenly pillar' is also, surrounded by three thousand miles, and the circumference is like cutting. There is a big bird on it, the name is Xiyou, southward, Zhang left wing covers the prince of the east, the right wing covers the queen mother of the west; there is no feather on the back, 19,000 miles, the queen mother of the west is on the wing, and the prince of the east is also. ”

"Kill!"

Overflowing with pure darkness, Carlos slammed out of the desert and headed for the bird in mid-air.

Black and crimson are entangled, like clouds in a downpour, eating away at the brilliance of the sun.

"Almost. ”

At this time, a faint voice sounded. Both Carlos and Dracula's figures froze.

This voice!

This feeling!

This is the man who looks at them.

The golden Peng bird in the air, which was eaten by darkness and blood, disappeared in an instant.

Instead, it was a big hand that appeared.

What a shield it is.

The sun's rays are completely obscured by it.

The world is like it's dark.

In mid-air, Carlos could even make out every palm print on it, because it was wider than the mountains in the distance.

"Boom!"

It's like the sky is falling.

The big hand patted it gently.

There was no vision, just a man who stretched out his hand and pressed it to an ant.

Pure power, without any tricks.

The yellow sand and visions in the sky were all scattered.

Carlos and Dracula were filmed hard without even making a decent struggle.

The big hand obscured all the sunlight and finally became one with the earth.

The world was reduced to complete darkness, without a trace of sunlight.

Carlos felt himself sink back into the sand, the weight of which was endless.

It was like a World Tree pressing down on top of his head.

As for Dracula, Carlos doesn't think he's much better.

There was silence in the sand for an unknown amount of time before Carlos heard a voice.

"Come out!"

As soon as the voice sounded, Carlos felt the sand loosen.

An invisible force dragged their bodies toward the ground.

Accompanied by the sound of the sand shutting "rattle", Carlos and Dracula fell not far in front of Qin Chuming like two radishes that had been pulled out of the sand.

Carlos spat out the sand in his mouth, and even though he was sealed many times, it was the weakest time Carlos remembered.

He shook his dizzy head and looked at the people in front of him, as if to see who had defeated them so completely.

Slowly appearing in the field of vision was a young man from the East, and the golden bird beside him was standing there looking at them coldly with unfriendly eyes.

"Who are you?"

Dracula's cloak no longer knew where it had gone, but he stood up strongly.

Neither the arrogance of the Bloodline nor the pride of the First Knight of the Holy See allowed him to face his enemies as a vanquished.

"Someone who is always behind the story. ”

The young man from the east said lightly.

He is the founder of the mythological era, but there will be no legend of him in the world, he is destined to be a person who will always be behind the story, watching the characters he has created one by one perform on the stage and take a curtain call.

"What do you want?"

Carlos asked feebly as he rolled over and sat on the desert.

The magic in his body was all gone.

He himself didn't know if he had exhausted his magic in the confrontation just now, or if his magic had been imprisoned.

Now, he only hopes that the person in front of him can give him what he wants, otherwise it will be really difficult for a true god-level powerhouse.

The oriental man in front of him glanced at Carlos, who felt as if everything about himself had been seen through.

"Demons, the lowest demons, but you live a long way. ”

"Nothing has grown, though. ”

Speaking of this, the oriental man smiled.

"As for me, I want to be the master of the Dark Church. ”

The Dark Curia is an organization of dark creatures founded by Carlos and Dracula who hide in the darkness and fight against the Holy See invisibly.

This organization should not have been known.

But the people in front of me are like treasures.

Carlos raised his head with horns, looked at Qin Chuming with pale yellow pupils and said:

"You want to be our master?"

Speaking of this, Carlos smiled.

"With your true god-level strength?"

And Qin Chuming also smiled.

"No, with the strength of all the gods in the future, even if all the gods are present in the future, I can shoot them all like you. ”

What rose in Qin Chuming's body was a terrifying might.

It was obviously Qin Chuming who was smiling faintly, but it made people feel that it was not a joke, it was a fact.

This man can really suppress everything after all the gods have descended.

Carlos' expression changed.

He originally thought that the person in front of him might be at the level of a true god, but the demon was a race, a race hidden in the dark.

There is no shortage of true god-level power in his clan.

As long as Carlos is willing to pay the price, then the enemies of the true god level can also be dealt with.

However, the person in front of him shattered his illusions.

Even if all the myths come, I can suppress them all when they come.

What arrogant words these are.

No god of any god line would dare to say such a thing.

Carlos was shocked by this speech for a long time before he spoke.

"You're so arrogant. ”

"No one dares to say that. ”

Carlos waited for the man in front of him to say what he couldn't, but he was disappointed.

"Because they can't do it, but I can. ”

The young man in the east said lightly, as if he was saying an undoubted fact.

The air was quiet.

Half a day later, Carlos asked:

"Become the master of the Council of Darkness, do you like the dark?"

Love the dark?

Qin Chuming smiled, if he liked darkness, then this era would make people so desperate.

"It's just because you need darkness to exist. ”

"The world has to be where the sun doesn't shine. ”

Qin Chuming said with a smile, as if he was saying that he was going to drink a cup of tea in the afternoon.

"Ask again, do you have any objections?"

Qin Chuming's voice sounded softly in the desert.

Carlos was silent.

He turned his head to look at Dracula, who was just standing there, but didn't say a word.

In fact, Dracula wanted to say a word of resistance, but there seemed to be an invisible fear enveloping him.

Whenever he tried to speak, his whole body was out of control in an instant.

"It seems that no one has an opinion. ”

"You want to establish the headquarters of the Dark Council here?"

"Yes!"

"Then let's build, it's a cup of fun, fix the matter here as soon as possible, I have something for you to do. ”

What appeared in Qin Chuming's hand was a cup of blood, but it was the color of lava.

It's the blood of hellish demons.

Its use can be used as a rank promotion for demons.

And for the Blood Clan, this is also a supreme treasure.

"Don't keep me waiting too long!"

Qin Chuming's voice was still echoing in the air, but the person had already disappeared in place.

Carlos looked at the blood of the High Demon in the cup.

He suddenly felt that it was not bad to have a master.