In the real world, no one likes the Celestial Spheres, including vampires, except for fearless megalomaniacs or conspiracy with ulterior motives. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The surprise of that thing is too great, it seems that it is only a simple exchange of matter and energy, but if you are not careful, something strange will cross the space passage and descend into the present world.

The last time the celestial spheres met was a disaster, and near the end, a powerful thunder elemental creature jumped out and almost turned the Foggy Mountains into a thunder domain.

Now it's that stuff again.

A natural predator, his body is extremely hard, fast, powerful, and can spew venom enough to melt the dirt from his mouth.

I don't know which plane this monster is native to?

Tours unbuttoned his shirt, took off his blouse with patterned gold trim, and threw it aside.

With his bare shoulders, he strode forward, his mouth letting out a low roar, the long claws of his fingertips continued to grow, his skin tightened, large black scales grew on the surface, his pupils dilated rapidly, and his eyes became extremely deep.

A powerful aura emanated from him, with the bloodthirstiness and rage characteristic of vampires.

"Bastard, come on!"

Turce roared, kicked hard with his left foot, and his body turned into a shadow and disappeared into the black mist.

The black fog provided him with a natural hiding place, the other party's speed was fast, but the vampire's speed was even faster, shuttling through the fog, like a sharp arrow that could not see light and shadow, and could only hear the rapid sound of breaking the air, and he couldn't find where the body was?

The monster was a little dizzy, its eyes were spinning around, and its body was swaying in circles.

Sou!

Suddenly, the sound of a sharp weapon tearing through the air came from behind, and the monster felt something, and instantly lowered its head, and a stone the size of a bowl grazed the back of its head, leaving a slender scar on the hard skin.

Enraged, the monster opened its mouth and squirted a mouthful of venom into the black mist.

Unfortunately, the counterfire in this mode did not have an effect, and instead revealed a deadly gap.

In the interval between its turns, the black mist in front of it suddenly rolled up, and a pair of cold snake pupils broke through the mist, with a brutal killing intent, and five long claws were like five sharp steel knives, stabbing straight at the monster's head.

Turce yelled, his pupils constricted into needles, and he concentrated all his strength on his right hand.

Poof!

The claws break through the teeth like a spinning drill, and with the sharpness that pierces everything, they stab into the monster's mouth.

Burst!

The dark red tongue turned into a puddle of rotten flesh, and the sucker behind the tongue disappeared from the impact of the claws, and the monster's eyes widened, and the eyes flashed with deep fear, and the head instinctively tilted back to weaken the damage it had received,

"Die, miscellaneous!"

The Turs monster screamed, his legs straightened, his body rushed up, and without giving the monster a chance to dodge, he lifted it up with his right claw and smashed it to the ground.

Bang!

The ground shook, and the claws pierced through the monster's skull and into the dirt below, sending dark green blood out, merging into a stream on the ground.

Turce rode on the monster, pressed its front paw with his left hand to prevent it from struggling, and when it was completely quiet, he rolled over and pulled his right paw out of its mouth, and the dark green goo flowed down the claw, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.

"Blood is also poisonous!"

Disgusted, Tours stepped back, shook off the goo of his paws, and even grabbed the dirt and rubbed the slime away from his skin as if it were the most disgusting thing in the world.

Most vampires have a habit of cleanliness, especially in blood, they hate those contaminated blood, such as the sick, the bacteria, the infected, etc., and the creature in front of them is among them, and it is still the most serious kind.

After returning to his human form, Tours put on the clothes he had left behind and began a carpet search centered on the corpse.

He wasn't sure when these monsters came into the world,

Is it this celestial sphere meeting? Or last time?

The former is fine, if the latter, it will be troublesome,

For hundreds of years, they have been here, and they have not come out of the crater, whether they are trapped in the black fog and can't find their way out, or for other reasons, it is not good news for vampires.

Moments later, at the end of the path led by feces, a low-lying area littered with bones appeared.

The depression is littered with bones, including ghoul claws, ogre's crotch bones, fog demon skulls, and even the night demon's horns.

All kinds of bones lay flat in the depression, some for a long time and have weathered, while others are very short, judging by the humidity of the bone surface for less than a month.

What's even more weird is that these bones are all black, black as carbon from the inside out, as if they have been smoked several times by black smoke.

Seeing this scene, Tours' expression was a little ugly.

Obviously, the bad situation has arisen, those things are not the product of this celestial confluence, they have already come to this world, and have been living in this crater for hundreds of years, opening up territory, building nests, and even digging a garbage dump for after-dinner debris.

Turce was silent, observed for a moment, and began to walk along the edge of the depression, his expression serious and cautious, his pale golden eyes roaming back and forth around him, not letting go of any movement around him.

The depression is not big, the distance from this end to that end is only a kilometer, Tours did not find the information he wanted, so he set his eyes on the depths of the depression, the place where nothing could be seen under the dark curtain.

A voice in his heart told him that it was dangerous, but he jumped down anyway, his feet lowered, perhaps because of too much blood, the dirt under his feet was sticky, slippery, and smelled of strange rancidity.

Tours' forehead twitched slightly, his expression turned pale, and the smell of the rotted blood made him uncomfortable, and his skin itched, as if he had drunk garlic-soaked liquor.

"Damn outsiders!"

He cursed in a low voice, covered his nose with his sleeve, and strode forward with itching all over his body.

The further I went, the stronger the smell in the air became, and gradually, even if I stuffed a large piece of nose into my nostrils, I couldn't stop the strong smell.

Even his head began to get dizzy, and he had a feeling that if he stayed any longer, he would probably become the first vampire in history to be killed by the stench, or a dragonborn vampire who was about to pass the death of a thousand years old.

"Nasty guy, disgusting eating methods, how could I have come across such a disgusting thing."

Turce grumbled and kicked a skull the size of a basin, the bones flying into the black mist, and after a few moments, there was no sound of landing, as if it had just disappeared.

Hey!

Turce was stunned for a moment, thinking of something, his expression suddenly became serious, his eyes were half-squinted, and he walked long to the place where the skull disappeared.