"You think you can beat me?"

In the depths of the tomb, a woman wearing a three-color gemstone gold crown, a blood-red long dress, and a pure white fox fur stood proudly on the high platform, her cold gaze swept over, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

"A dead soul crawling out of a grave, you should go back to your coffin!" Skoyue looked at the woman on the high platform, and the fingers holding the giant sword clenched tighter.

"Brothers-in-arms, I remember that I once hired your ancestors, but they shamefully betrayed me."

"After seeing your disgusting army of the undead, as long as there is still sanity, no one will be in the company of a demon like you!"

"There is no right or wrong power, only cowardly wastes are afraid of power that they cannot understand," the corner of the woman's mouth on the high platform hooked a mocking smile, "Just like you, you have not yet become a believer in Helsin, there is no denying it, I can feel the wolf blood flowing in your body." ”

"Yes, there is no right or wrong power, but it is a great irony to say this sentence from your mouth."

Even though he hadn't yet transformed, the werewolf's instincts allowed him to feel a strong mortal threat from the other party, which was more dangerous than he had encountered in the past.

"And, vampires, did Hakong ask you to come?" The woman smiled disdainfully, then turned her gaze to the two on the other side.

"Yes, Potmar ......" The court mage pretended to be respectful and slowly walked up the steps.

The woman on the high platform is none other than the wolf-hearted queen of Dugu City, Portmar Septin.

"Very well, it seems that my plan will soon succeed," Portmar smiled with satisfaction, looked at Sybili as she stepped forward, and spoke again, "I don't think I've seen you?" ”

Hundreds of years ago, Portmar had an impression of the high-level vampires around Hakong, but Sybili was not among them, and she didn't think that Hakon would send some low-level blood servants or the like to meet her.

"I just completed the transformation more than a hundred years ago, and it's normal that Your Majesty hasn't seen me."

"Really?" Potmar's voice grew a little deeper, with a seductive power in it.

The court mage nodded and continued walking.

"Good, good, you're with me all this time," Portmar stroked the ring on her hand, and the smile on her lips was even worse, "You ......"

Bundles of scrolls appeared in front of the court mage, opening in an instant, and flames, frost, and thunder roared towards Potmar.

The scroll that spared the spell process erupted with a dazzling glow, and Potmar's place was buried by the madness of magic.

“......”

"You've succeeded in provoking me," a ball of thunder flickered on the other side of the stone chamber, and Potmar stepped out of the light intact and floated in midair, "Give you one more chance, surrender to me!" This time, she was speaking to everyone.

"Don't think!" Skoyue of the comrade-in-arms threw the giant sword in his hand casually, the muscles of his whole body continued to bulge in the roar of rage, the locks on the gray steel armor broke one by one, and black hairs like steel needles drilled out of his skin.

The mouth and nose are gradually elongated, the staggered sharp teeth extend in the mouth, and the ears become sharp backwards with the growing hair. The black figure, whose body had swelled several times, lay on the ground, its clawed forelimbs easily cutting deep marks into the hard stone bricks.

The muscles of the void quickly tightened, and the next moment, the floor tiles under his feet shattered, and the werewolf-like Skoyue instantly disappeared in place and appeared in front of Potterma, and her claws turned into phantoms and wanted to tear apart the wolf-hearted queen in front of her.

"You're looking for death!" The swift attack landed in the air, and Potmar's figure moved sideways through thin air, and a large number of ghosts emerged from the fog behind her, screaming and pounced on Skoryue.

With his forelimbs braced on the ground, Skoryue leaped to his feet again, claws tearing apart the oncoming spirits with a blood-red glow.

Ella held the crossbow provided by the Dawn Guard, and the bolts continued to shoot out, blocked in mid-air by the force field of Portmar's waving hand.

A wolf howl sounded, and several huge ghost wolves appeared behind Scoryue, and under the protection of the hunting demon god, every good hunter could be favored by the power of the totem.

The ghost wolves roared, tearing a path through the ghosts that stood in their way, allowing their wolf king to face his enemies.

"Roar!"

Feeling the boiling wolf blood in her body, Scoryue appeared in front of Portmar again with a bounce, and a roar that made the air fluctuate dispersed the fog that lingered around Portmar, and the wolf heart queen also appeared in a brief trance.

There was a piercing grinding sound, and Skoryue's claws clutched at the white spell shield.

With a low sound, Skoyue jumped away again, and there was a sharp white bone standing upside down in his previous position, the tip of the bone spur was scarlet, and several scars on his calf were gurgling blood.

"Ha, where are you looking, old witch!" The court mage's voice suddenly rang out.

"Old witch!?" Potmar's forehead was bruised, and she glared angrily at the source of the voice, but when she saw the other person's shape, her eyes instantly froze.

I saw that beside the court mage, a circle of magic staff was suspended around her, and next to each staff there were several soul stones thinking about the magic condensed at the top of the staff, infused with energy.

"Rise to the storm!" Sibberly laughed, and the magic that was more exaggerated than the previous one constructed with the scroll intertwined, pouring down on Potmar in a torrential manner.

The explosions rang out, and the spirits surrounding Potmar bore the brunt of the blow, dissipating in a wave of wails, and the shield protecting Potmar flickered under such an attack, and even if she tried her best to support it, it could not counteract the speed of destruction.

Like glass cracking, a crack broke in the magic shield.

Valerica, who had not moved, vanished in place, and a dagger stabbed into Portmar's body along the breach in the magic shield.

Immediately, blood magic continued to draw Portmar's blood from the wound.

"Enough!" Potmar, who was pierced in the shoulder, didn't seem to care about the wound at all, and a flash of lightning lit up in her eyes, and she saw that all the blood exploded in a flash of lightning.

Valerica hurriedly stepped away, but still felt a tingle in her body.

"This game is over, I have more important things to do, so enjoy yourself here with my servants!" Potmar screamed, and countless skeletons poured out from all directions, and she herself disappeared into the tomb in a thunderbolt.

......

In the port of Dugu City, several imperial soldiers were patrolling, and suddenly they heard a wave sound on the sea, and a white bone grabbed on the dock.