"Shhh...... Ahh

The Headless Horseman drew his sword and rushed forward in front of the immobile demon clown, slashing in retaliation, the physical attack on the side seemed to be unable to swallow it, and the crisp sound of the cloth tearing was immediately heard.

Aldrich Triss raised an eyebrow at the scorching blade, but he didn't say anything, just out of curiosity, trying to see half a step forward.

"Whoa!" Mr. Sach, who had cut off his waist, his hands and feet, head and face faded instantly, and then turned into a black silk cloth and slowly fell.

"Fraudulent clone!" Vampire Lord Feernst immediately opened his red vision, and found that the treacherous Ritual Child was actually hiding in his territory, but he had no way of knowing, and immediately raised his evaluation of the demon clown up several levels.

Holding the serpentine sword made of doom metal in both hands, he slashed into the shadow-shrouded clearing in front of him, and Mr. Sark, who was just about to venture out to assassinate the vampire viscount, turned his head sideways in a panic to dodge, fortunately dodging the fatal blow, but unfortunately his left shoulder was cut off with his arm, and the strange thing was that the neat wound did not even shed a drop of blood.

The demon clown leaps to his feet, a serpent-like creature wrapped around his torso, pulling part of his severed body back into place and reconnecting it again.

However, with such a heavy injury, Mr. Sack was unable to regroup his attack for a moment, and while he hesitated, the Twilight Confessor's attack came as expected, giving the demon clown no respite.

The three-breath freeze created a huge flaw in it, and the headless horseman who fused with the skeleton wizard held the scorching sword and combined it into a combo technique in a normal sword style, dragging Mr. Zack into vampire territory.

Rags flew around, the demon clown breathed his breath, grabbed the placket of his clothes with both hands and pulled it to the limit, the endless dark abyss that engulfed everything sucked the headless horseman's scorching sword, and if it hadn't let go quickly, even this high-level undead would have disappeared into the cracks of the space-time corridor.

"Want to hide?"

Mr. Sack's torso swelled like a blow, and the black silk cloak made a hunting sound, pushing the headless horseman who fused with the skeleton wizard to swallow it with the force of a tsunami capsizing the ship.

When the demon clown stood up, leaving only the poor high-ranking undead with only his feet left, Mr. Sack lowered his head, grabbed the feet of the Headless Horsemann with both hands as the skeletal armor loosened, and thrust it into his stomach.

Then, the serpent-like living creature cloak was folded back into a twisted form, and the demon clown hiccuped to the shock of everyone present: "Uh...... A meal, so filling. ”

The vampire lord gave the order nonchalantly, only to see Mr. Sack's torso suddenly swell violently, as if there was an astonishing explosion in his stomach.

The damage of the demon clown with the power of chaos is extremely limited by the attack outside, but the power of the internal destruction can only be resisted.

The black silk cloak stretched to the limit, and could no longer hide the endless glow of orange-red smoke below, and tongues of fire burst out through the cracks, and the faint green phosphorescence continued to escape, revealing Mr. Sack's hideous face, which could not be calmed down, in the eyes of everyone.

"Even if fate dies unexpectedly, I will drag another one into the water. ”

The Demon Clown's target is the unguardable Twilight Confessor, who is good at attacking from a distance, but his cunning nature drives him to the vampire Viscount when his life comes to an end.

Feernst was frightened by the arrogance of the mortal man and his will to die together, after all, he had been in a high position for a long time and was afraid of death...... It can also be said to be cautious and cautious, so that it panics and dodges.

In the frenzy, he forgot that in vampire territory, it could summon the hand of evil dust and immobilize Mr. Zack, forcing him to accept his fate.

"Block it!"

As the breath of death draws nearer and closer, the vampire viscount sees that he can't dodge it, and immediately orders the Twilight confessor to come over and entangle the demon clown, making the wrong decision at a critical time, which is in the hands of Mr. Sark.

"The pace of collapse is near, and the all-encompassing nature will surely usher in a great ruin, and this country is no exception. The demon clown chanted the blasphemous prayer of the Doomsday Sacrifice and greeted the judgment of fate in wild laughter.

Feernst felt extremely embarrassed by his gaffe just now, and raised his foot with a heavy blow, and the vampire territory with Mr. Sark as the core, raised a ring of white bone walls, and the only gap was aimed at the black scepter Dismaster.

"Hmmm...... Takashi"

The violent explosion, the surface of the cave was like the undulating waves of the sea, shaking everyone present could not stand on their feet, and many people with weak physiques fell down as if drunk, obviously swept by the roaring sound, and their bodies lost their basic balance.

Swept by the aftermath, there was such an encounter, facing the explosive power of the three-headed undead spirit superimposed on the curse pact spirit, the black scepter Dismaster was even more miserable, and the gorgeous and delicate robe was torn apart and blown away by the force of the explosion, revealing a stainless steel armor made of Mithril, but the head without full helmet protection Even if the arms were staggered and covered, the parts that could not be protected were full of skin and flesh, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot of injuries.

"This is your realm? It's a disappointment for those who are full of expectations!" Dismaster lowered his hands and pulled out the snake staff with the golden wings spread out by the blood ruby at the top, "Down!"

The Black Scepter uses the Demon Clown to drag Feernst's undead minions on the opposite side, taking the opportunity to unravel the secrets of his embryonic realm, the vampire territory:

The core root is the Shadow Castle shrouded in moonlit nights, the source of blood from the vampire lord's body, and the contribution of each member of the ruling family, or it can be said that a certain amount of taxes are forcibly extracted. The result is an incomparably deep lake of negative energy, which is enough to sustain Feinster to fight to the end in full strength.

Dismaster was inspired, as the leader of the Gray Shroud, he has presided over many promotion ceremonies of the Black Knight, so he naturally has some kind of secret connection, plus his unique bloodline can be compatible with the Seven Origins, so the Black Scepter, who is at the forefront of the road of desire, combined with the rules of the Black Knight that he has insightful, also condenses his own rudimentary realm, which is called "Sinking"!

Aldrich Tris was amazed to see the rust-red mist continuously released from Dismaster's snake staff, an extremely unfamiliar realm, not the chaotic realm of demons recorded in the Bronze Codex, but he didn't expect that the black scepter could get rid of the influence of the ancestral bloodline, and precipitate the unique rule fruit with the source of the black knight.

"Now it's the vampire lord's turn to have a headache. The corners of the Fourth Horseman's mouth curled slightly, obviously a breakthrough for Dismaster, putting down an important weight at the end of the scale, and appreciating it.

Feernst was obviously aware of this, and did not expect that he would become a whetstone sharpening the blade of his opponent, and the feeling of being used by others was like the fury of a stormy ocean, smashing all the ships that sailed by.

Hiding behind a tattered and cracked wall of bones, it reached out and grabbed three tombstones from the ground, revealing a young girl in a moss-green dress, a washerwoman with long burgundy hair, and an old woman in a rag cloak with three ghosts.

As soon as they appeared, an inexplicable attraction pulled each other together, and after bursting out with a dazzling but not dazzling flash, they became three bodies in one, with snake scales on their hands and feet, and they were wet and dripping with water from the lake.

This strange fusion variant reminded Aldrich Triss of what happened to him when he explored the ruins of the castle in the world of All Souls' Day, and he vaguely felt that there was some kind of connection that he could not understand, but in order to continue to observe the mysteries of the realm, he suppressed his curiosity and showed unhurried composure.

The aura of danger rose sharply, and Dismaster raised his snake staff and slammed it, and the weapons of all present flew away in unison, and fell in front of him trembling and swaying back and forth, as if loyal vassals were paying high respect to the monarch.

The black knight of the gray shroud suddenly felt a wave of fatigue hit him, and then hundreds of sword weapons rose from the ground, converging around Dismaster, hovering in mid-air, and pointed their blades at the vampire lord opposite.

"Kill!"

As if a sword with two wings, it launched a fantastic attack, converging into a torrent of steel of death, and rushing towards the thick and repaired white bone barrier of the machine.

"Do-do......" The impact was as dense as a rainstorm, and the dense bones that were no harder than steel were chopped into strips of cracks, accumulating damage so much that the elbow-thick walls continued to thinn.

The banshee in the lake raised her head and let out a piercing scream, the noisy dust was instantly cleared, and it spread out as if blown by a storm, and the dark castle at the heart of the "vampire territory" suddenly rose a dusk bell tower, which appeared at twenty-three o'clock fifty-nine minutes, and dozens of gears of different sizes meshed with each other, so that the longest second hand on the clock face began to turn.

"Boom...... Gurg...... Boom"

A minute, thirty seconds passed quickly, and the continuous sword attacks, the white bone barrier became thin and transparent, whose domain attack was faster, and the smart people who were worried about being involved in the aftermath withdrew one after another, including the new Scepter Knight of the Iron Brotherhood, Gort Fred.

Aldrich Triss didn't choose to retreat, but took a step forward, protected by Siegfried's Double Dragon Armor, which immunity to most physical damage, and the Helm of the Eagle, which could help him resist all invisible mental attacks, and even avoid the effects of instant death spells.

"Hmm! The Vampire Lord summons a death cry similar to that of a banshee, and the Black Scepter uses the elves' battlefield martial arts advanced sword chant...... It's a bit like Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect!"

The tension was so intense that every second stretched out, and when the dusk bell tower in front of the vampire castle and the long second hand came to the final end, the banshee in the lake opened her mouth and let out a howl of all things, and a dark sword composed of countless feathers stabbed Feernst in the back from behind, severing the vertebrae and picking out a broken heart through the chest.

"Shhh...... Ahh

The banshee's piercing scream was like a dissociation technique shattering and annihilating all tangible things except the vampire lord, the feather sword fell apart on the spot, the white bone barrier seemed to have been washed away by countless years of washing into quicksand and being blown away by the wind, and all kinds of sword weapons that had been tempered for thousands of years also became iron slag to the ground, and the black scepter Dismaster wearing Mithril armor could not resist the howl of the banshee, and his body was like a broken lens, turning into a pile of glass slag.

Seeing this, Aldrich Triss was surprised to find an interesting story, remembering the trick he had played when he broke the cursed scepter, and immediately understood that the leader of the gray shroud, which had both seven sources and sources, would not die so easily.

"Probably a dignified exit!"

Feernst didn't feel the joy of revenge, his vertebrae were amputated, his heart was cut in half, and it didn't affect his mood, as long as he stood in vampire territory, with the dark castle as a foundation, and the protection imposed by the first quarter moon, how could he die so easily.

Drawing the source of blood, countless vine-like blood vessels immediately extended from the ruptured chest wound, like a forest poison snake bending its body to catapult to hunt flying birds, grabbing the broken heart, forcibly fusing and injecting vampire blood, instantly suturing and repairing the injury, and dragging the heart back to its chest.

The rusty red realm of decay lingered for a long time, and the shadow of the winged demon swept across the lake like a bird, leaving a silhouette, knowing that the other party was not defeated, and still retained quite a lot of confidence, the vampire lord suppressed his anger.

Anyway, there are the leaders of the various forces in the underground world as witnesses, and it can be regarded as a breath of his own bad breath, Feinster will accept it when he sees it, the banshee in the lake quietly disperses with all her strength, the tombstone, the bell tower, and the castle slowly settle, and the crescent moon quickly slides to the ground.

Everything in the vampire's territory was calmed down, Feinster sneered, and didn't look at the black knight with the gray shroud on his expression, and retracted his wings and turned into a gray cloak.

He bowed slightly to Aldrich Triss, the Grand Knight of Virtue, "Fourth Knight, I recognize your strength. Without hesitation, he turned and left.

With the pride of the victor on his face, after Feernst walked away, the Sinking Realm gradually retracted and turned into the body of the Black Scepter, which could compete with the vampire lords whose strength was equal to that of the two sons of war, showing his own realm, and Dismaster was still glorious despite defeat.

Sure enough, as Aldrich expected, the leader of the Grey Shroud used a real illusion, but when he exchanged stand-ins, even Tris, who was a great knight of virtue, didn't see clearly, maybe this was some kind of ability use in the mysterious realm.