When Sean and his party stepped into Bucharest, it was already half past six in the afternoon, and it turned out that the journey to dawn was not all smooth sailing, and they had not even completed half of the journey, and the car broke down on the road. Thankfully, this eccentric team of Kama Taj mages and ghost riders met a hippie band in a motorhome, and after some unfriendly and cordial negotiations, the gang of guys who claimed to be busy stopping the demons and saving the world began their journey again.

Along the way, Sean didn't rush to catch up with Carrigan, in his words, no matter how anxious he was, Mephisto was always there, and he should at least finish his lunch and take a break before rushing over.

Mordo had become accustomed to the young man's occasionally unobtrusive lazy attitude, and it turned out that the other party often had a point.

No one knows what they're about to face, Eastern Europe is almost the last lair of dark creatures, and God knows how many bloods and werewolves will await you in Bucharest as the end.

Before the battle, the soldier should be equipped with ammunition and organize his guns in case of any emergency crisis that may arise.

The new joiner Johnny has no objections, he is now in dire need of a fried steak and a brioche to fill his hungry stomach, and every time he completes the transformation of Ghost Rider, it is a big burden on his body.

So while Mephisto sent out a large force to wait for the guys, they were feasting on a road inn, feasting on sumptuous food and wine, and then sleeping in a large bed that was not very soft, and spent the whole afternoon.

The Elder of the Blood Clan in Bucharest, Amelia, who is also from the royal family of Volturi, stared at Carrigan who had turned into a Hellrot, and they took advantage of the emergency warning of the City Hall to evacuate most of the citizens of the city, and the child who was united by humans and demons has been found, and after the bell rings at twelve o'clock tonight, the Lord of Hell will be free from the shackles of the material world and officially descend here!

At such a great moment, they waited like a bunch of fools at the entrance of the city, waiting for two mages?

"Didn't you say that there were two powerful mages chasing after you?" The good-looking Blood Clan Elder squinted at Carrigan, half of the Blood Clan Guards all over Eastern Europe gathered here, and waited for six hours, "Please tell me, where are they?" ”

"Who knows, maybe you will be so frightened that you will hide when you hear the name of the great master." Carrigan, who had been turned into a servant by Mephisto, had a grim smile on his pale face, and he was not afraid of these vampires now.

The arrogant Blood Clan Elders, who have always regarded themselves as noble immortals, have only contempt and contempt in their eyes in the face of a humble person like Carrigan who only knows how to flatter and flatter. The smell of sulfur from hell and the filthy smell of her body made her feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

The silver lightning tore through the wind, slicing through Carrigan's pale face as shriveled as bark as the eye could see it, and Amelia didn't think Mephisto would be at odds with a servant who didn't do anything. The era of dark creatures is coming, and both the bloodlines and werewolves will become the backbone of the rise of this new force.

Carrigan's cracked cheeks showed a strange smile, and a small slit was torn diagonally from his forehead to his chin, and there was no terrifying scene of blood splattering as he imagined, Amelia's thin sword was like cutting through a rotten tree, and a cold air suddenly came out from behind, the blood elder suddenly lost his vision, the light around him dimmed, and then a cold palm rested on her shoulder.

"You cold-blooded animals, have you ever experienced the taste of decay?" Carrigan's cold voice quietly echoed in his ears.

The Rot is a kind of "dependent" like a servant transformed by the Hell Lord, which can create a certain area of darkness and has the ability to corrode organic matter, and when the pale rotten arm touches Amelia's skin, the Blood Elder finally feels a trace of fear, and her smooth and delicate white snow skin, like a tree that has lost moisture, begins to become chapped and wrinkled.

"Enough!" A thick arm slammed away from Carrigan's raid.

The strong man with a wild personality stared at the angry and dissatisfied rot and shouted: "Now is not the time for infighting, before the arrival of the great Mephisto, if anyone comes to make trouble, I will take off his head!" In the name of werewolves! ”

This wild, open-chested, muscular man is the leader of the werewolves, who once nearly overthrew the vampire rule and freed himself from his long slavery life, and is known as the king of werewolves, Lucien.

Unlike the blood clan, where there are many factions and families, the werewolves have only one leader, and that is the powerful wolf king Lucian, but now the two races, which are mortal enemies, have put aside their past hatred and joined forces under the string of Mephisto.

Compared to years of bloody hatred, the Templar mages and witchers are the real shadow hanging over their heads, retreating from all over the continent and signing an unequal treaty that borders on shame, and anyone who breaks the rules, whether a blood or a werewolf, will be dragged into the sun by the violent elements, or nailed to the stake!

Amelia's heart palpitated, her dry skin surging with the blood in her body, and she glared at Carrigan fiercely, but said no more.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of dark creatures have entered this city of joy, occupying every corner of the shadows, with the Palace of the Grand National Assembly of Romania as the center, radiating and spreading to all sides, faintly enclosing a huge circle.

These bloods and werewolves, who had become Mephisto's minions, seemed to follow some fixed trajectory, spilling pungent blood, which was a huge amount of blood from all kinds of livestock, like buckets of red paint poured on the streets or houses, as if performing some evil religious ritual.

If you look down from above, you can see that the blood seems to be pulled by a strange force, converging into a stream in all directions, outlining countless small scarlet silk threads, like an invisible hand drawing intricate patterns. The vast outer circle encompasses the entire city, and in it are countless overlapping and tangent veins, intertwined and fused by blood, like billions of geometric patterns pressed together, gathering into a huge red pupil.

Faintly, Bucharest is filled with the smell of sulfur, and the temperature gradually rises, like hell descending on earth.

Outside the city's highways, a Ford RV drove unhurriedly, loaded with a complete set of box horns, playing "Voyage Voyage", and the deep male and light female voices played a grand music together, and the blood elders and wolf kings standing on the towering buildings of the city watched each other drive into Bucharest with such an arrogant attitude.

At this time, the sun is dim, the light of the afterglow shines, and the soft and warm sunset slowly sinks into the horizon.

Night is coming!