The cold wind continued to blow, and the snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, and it seemed to reflect the hearts of everyone

Yesterday's meeting ended in nothing, and no one wanted to risk their lives, at least until a method and conclusion had not been considered.

"Patsy, do you have any ideas?" Qiuchen sat by the window of the hut, watching the snowflakes flutter outside the window, and sighed, many people did not leave after the meeting, if this thing is true, then it can be seen as the church's declaration of war against the dark forces

It's impossible not to be nervous about such a behemoth, just as no matter how clever a necromancer is in the face of hundreds or thousands of well-trained and well-coordinated mortals, he only needs to run away or drink hatred

"I don't know," Patchouli pushed the frame of her glasses, "I talked to some of my colleagues in the Alchemists' Society, and they doubted the authenticity of the results."

"You're saying they suspect that those people deliberately said this, and then lured some of the elites of the forces to send them to their deaths?" Qiu Chen patted the snow on the window, this possibility is not impossible, use this method to weaken the strength of various forces, and then you can make any big moves

The Black Death was associated with Rome, which was also beyond the expectation of autumn dust, the shaking of hell, and the mutation of Rome

Rome let it go first, and the matter of hell was more urgent, Qiuchen thought about it, it was better to go to hell first

"Patsy, I'll go out for a while," Qiuchen beckoned

"No problem, will you come back in the evening?" Pache raised her eyes and asked, "Don't fool around with the others, I saw you drinking yesterday."

"Don't worry, it won't be today" Qiuchen patted his chest and packed the ticket

Where does the wine come from in hell?

"Lord God, teleport me to hell" Qiuchen pushed the door out, squinting, the wind and snow outside were getting stronger and stronger, it was already difficult to see passers-by on the streets, most of the werewolves flocked to the tavern, while the vampires held various banquets in their castles, and as for the druids, they hid in the oak trees to keep warm.

I don't know if it will burn their trees

【Where to teleport】

"Go directly to the second layer" Qiuchen began to look for the location of the teleportation, according to the description of the chatter, a creature like the three-headed dog of hell exists on the second floor, go directly there, there should be a discovery

[Get ready, teleportation begins]

"There should be no problem here" Qiuchen looked around, the alley between the two houses, it was difficult to attract attention

As soon as the words fell, Qiu Chen's whole body turned into light particles and disappeared into the wind

But where Qiu Chen didn't see it, a purple figure flashed, and Pachou Li walked to the place where Qiu Chen disappeared with a complicated expression, silent

Stark is a guard near the gate of Hell Nemesis, and as one of the treaded demons, its strength is not strong, and it can only be regarded as inferior in hell

"Alas~" Rubbing his hands, Stark clenched the machete in his hand, Hell has not been peaceful recently, Shaliye, one of the Seven Monarchs of Hell, personally ordered to block the entire hell and not allow any souls to enter or exit, I heard that the souls who died in the River Styx have lined up in a long line, and some ferrymen are very dissatisfied.

But what can they do, Stark remembered what happened half a month ago, and heard that someone broke into the island of the lava lake in the center of the second layer, and while the monarch was away, he rushed into the castle of the seven monarchs and took away something, and finally the intruder met the returning monarch Samael, and a big battle broke out between the two sides, and the alarm sounded throughout the second layer of hell.

Stark not only felt a little emotional when he thought of this, but even Lord Samael couldn't defeat the enemy, if he encountered it, it would not be killed in seconds

For the first time since becoming a demon four hundred years ago, Stark heard that someone could break into this place, and even retreated after stealing something, looking up at the statue of Nemesis behind him, which is the gate to hell, which the intruder has not found so far, and this gate has been closed.

Squinting his scarlet eyes, nervously looking at the fog outside the door, there was actually wind in hell, although he didn't know why there was wind underground, of course, he didn't have the leisure to think about these things.

The fog was rolling, as if something was about to come out, Stark couldn't help but clench the machete in his hand and take two steps back at the same time, once something appeared, the ghost demons on the city walls could provide him with cover, anyway, there were no regular souls appearing at this time, because the River Styx had been blocked.

The demons are not as disorderly as the church propaganda says, and they have strict discipline, but only for discipline in hell.

Call--

A figure suddenly appeared in the mist, and Stark couldn't help but shout, "There is a situation, there is an unknown creature in front of you!" ”

Squeak--

A red light appeared in the Nemesis' eyes, instantly dispelling the fog ahead, and then the light shrouded the figure of the comer

"Don't do it" is like the yin wind in the tomb, and the person who comes shows his appearance

A gray cloak like a torn sheet, a hood that covers his face at the front, and a giant scythe on his back, he is dressed in a way that does not reveal the identity of the person who came out - the Styx Ferryman

"What are the ferrymen doing here?" Stark walked up, and the interrogation was essential during this period

"Change shifts, prepare to go to the first floor of the Santugawa to take over"

Stark looked back and forth, and the other looked at him with dark eyes, and finally, he waved his hand and signaled for clearance

"Oh, by the way," Stark turned back and asked as the ferryman walked through the door, "is the ferryman's restaurant there?" ”

"I just remember that there was a ferryman named Onozuka Komachi there"

"Oh? Is it? Stark scratched his head, "Looks like I misremembered" and waved his other hand behind his back, and the red light in the eyes of the Nemesis statue next to him dimmed

"You're good to go"

"Hmm"

Hell, Castlevania --

In the tavern, in a corner, Qiu Chen casually pulled a chair and sat down, if it weren't for the cover of the main god and the fact that he had seen Komachi in the Santu River, he would have been exposed just now, but now he was more concerned about what he had just seen

The burning crater, the scorched earth, and although the place was cordoned off, Qiu Chen still found evidence - traces of blood magic

Could it be that the Bloods are in hell! What do they want to do!

Qiu Chen didn't understand how to think about it, the strongest in the blood clan now was the fourth generation of Methuselah/Methuselah, but that group of guys would never have the strength to break into hell, unless all Methuselah joined forces, but this kind of large-scale action is impossible to hide all the dark forces, not to mention that Qiu Chen also saw a neutral clan's Methuselah at the recent meeting, this possibility can basically be ruled out.

But who will do it?

Blood magic is the innate magic of the Bloods, and no one can imitate it

Just as Qiuchen was thinking, a crisp voice suddenly sounded in his ears

"Hello, Heroic Spirit"