A castle larger than a large city, suspended in the sky.

The dark clouds could not suppress its majesty, and the wind could not destroy its outline. The wind whistled from the top of the castle, and in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a minaret, an emaciated figure flew out. A black cloak fluttered beside him, and the man leapt out of the floor-to-ceiling window, falling head and foot down.

Just before his body was about to hit the ground, the black cloak suddenly rolled up, and his figure suddenly disappeared, appearing at the top of the sharp watchtower not far away.

The man's face and body were covered with thick shadows, and his pale eyes released an extremely evil glow, like a demon who chose to devour people, and there was no trace of humanity in his eyes. After only a moment's pause, the black cloak flashed, and he suddenly appeared in mid-air, and once again swept downward, as if he was about to rush from a high altitude to the surface of Castlevania.

The warriors of the Holy City who were inexplicably pulled into the castle, and they were engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters of Castlevania. The upper and middle floors of the castle are better, especially the inside of the castle at the level of the main city gate, where monsters are dancing in the corridors, balconies, and halls. The sword girl in the library, the steel golem in the conference hall, many kinds of monsters competing to fight with foreign enemies, shouts of killing and screams everywhere, more than 200 Knights of Damnation were completely disrupted and randomly teleported to various places on the same level of Castlevania.

No one noticed that a black glimpse had penetrated the battle between the Knights of Damnation and the monsters.

In a corridor in front of the court, several Knights of Damnation finally gathered. They are now facing a new enemy. The sturdy skinners have four sharp claws stuck in the walls, giving them the ability to crawl on the walls, and at the same time, they also give the skinners the ability to easily disembowel people, and their light bodies can erupt into ferocious pounces, once they are pounced on by these creepers with no skin and only bright red muscles, a few claws will be scratched into a bloody blur.

Although the Knights of Damnation are not afraid of death, and their fanatical beliefs can raise their combat effectiveness to a whole level, but there are too many monsters, and they will do their best to destroy this batch, and the next batch will appear soon. The scale doesn't seem to be very large. But a small strand of small strands appeared. They are completely never-ending quantities.

"Don't think I'd die at your hands, demon!"

Blood stained the silver-white armor, and the knight with silver-white spears and swords in both hands, he clung to his companions. Tear out a bloody storm with them in the pounce of the skinners.

Manpower is finite after all. Gradually. The Knights of Damnation were about to be unable to sustain the endless battle, and before they could see that they were about to be torn apart, the black cloak like a phantom suddenly appeared on the spot.

A black cloak flashed. The well-trained Knights of the Damned, they didn't even see what was happening in front of them, and the next moment, an emaciated figure appeared in front of them. And the moment he appeared, the skinning monsters that roared wantonly nearby collectively fell silent, and one by one they stiffened against the walls and ceilings like sculptures.

These monsters, the moment they saw the emaciated man, it was as if the monster had met a natural enemy, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while. However, after a fountain of blood erupted from the surface, the cowardly skinners, as if under control, began to move again.

The blood sprayed out of the surface quickly stained the ground, and a deformed claw suddenly came out of the demonic blood, pressed to the ground, and the deformed monster composed of blood crawled out of the surface and let out an angry roar towards the man in the black cloak.

"You...... Not our king......"

"Deceitful...... Usurper...... Kill ......"

The blood monsters raised their heads and roared, and everywhere the whistling sound, the cowering skinning monsters, their hollow eyes suddenly lit up with a rich blood light, and the fear of the man was instantly dissipated by the infinite rage.

One of the knights of damnation, who had had a similar experience in the back, stared at the demonic blood gushing out of the ground, and he roared loudly, "Blood tide, blood tide has appeared!" Be careful, everyone! ”

"Brother, whoever you are, you are suspected of fighting with us, your bravery makes us admire, may the Holy Light guide your soul......" The other knights all stared at the back of the emaciated man with fiery eyes, and swept their angry eyes towards all the monsters around them.

Click... Click......

The man in the black cloak, as if he hadn't noticed the Knights of Damnation, lowered his right hand, and a crimson chain popped out of his sleeve.

In the next second, the calm and calm suddenly turned into a violent storm, and the strong wind in front of him tore dozens of afterimages in the air. The reflexes of these Knights of Damnation simply can't keep up with the changes, and the battle is already ...... It's over......

Only a few Knights of the Damned were left standing, still brandishing their weapons ready to give it a go, but the battle was over. It's just that a storm of flesh and blood rushed in, and the eyes completely turned into a Shura killing field, and several stunned knights of the damnation stared at the countless pieces of flesh and blood in front of them in a daze, as if they hadn't figured out what was going on.

The whirlwind of death tore through all the monsters in the audience, leaving only these knights of the Holy City, and the figure wearing a black cloak had long since disappeared......

In the darkness in the distance, a pair of miserable white eyes still looked back at the dull knights.

Eventually, the ominous man came to a hanging corridor, and he slowly stepped out of the shadows, revealing his body in the faint light. He was dressed in a black leather coat, with a leather hood on his head, and only an emaciated chin on his face.

At this moment, Enola, dressed in white singles, was lying on her back on the stall, blood flowing from her neck staining her collar red. Her body was already cold and stiff, and her eyes were still slightly squinted, looking in the direction of her side with nostalgic eyes.

In this direction, it is facing the man who came out of the shadows.

Here he came, to Enola's corpse.

Slowly crouching down, he reached out and touched Enola's bitten neck. And when he felt Enola's pulse stop and he couldn't breathe, the man's fingers stiffened.

"Ah!!h

Suddenly getting up, the man roared and smashed his fist into the wall behind him, the terrifying force bombarded the wall, and the solid wall was suddenly blasted through the structure as a whole, smashing out a big pit more than two meters deep, and a punch hit the wall through the heart.

Inside the hood of the emaciated man, a pair of eyes that bloomed with a miserable white glow gushed out a strong and incomparably angry anger. He immediately returned to Enola's corpse and picked it up, his body suddenly floated upwards for a few centimeters, and then, holding Enola's corpse horizontally, the man was suspended in the air, his figure suddenly shot out like a cannonball, and a strong impact wind around his body flew into the distance.

……

How does an ordinary peasant girl become a famous hero? It is hard to imagine that Enola was an ordinary woman until she was twenty years old, sewing wedding dresses at home like other women, waiting to be married. At that time, she couldn't even beat a stronger adult man.

Over the years, how many ups and downs she has experienced, and how she has grown into a hero, and at this moment Jory got the answer from Enola's blood.

Countless memories full of strong emotions came to Jory's mind one after another.

"Master, 'he' didn't catch up, you can slow down for a while, stop and regain your strength."

His body performed the action of running for his life, and his mind silently digested Enola's memories, and Jory did not notice the relieved thoughts of the coat of arms for a moment. Guarding the soul to turn into fog, which can turn Jori's body into an invisible and formless mist, from now on all kinds of obstacles are no longer a problem, but when it comes to faster explosive ability, it is still the fastest and strongest power of the dead.

Flying like a cheetah on high platforms and flat ground, Jory let many monsters in Castlevania pass, and he encouraged his whole body to speed up his blood to increase his running speed, while sorting out Enola's scattered memories and integrating them together.

The blood sucked from Enola's body, Jory stripped most of her memories.

This time, instead of reading the memory, as before, it was deprived. Jory sucked her blood so hard that it almost drained her alive, and although this complete bloodsucking did not hunt Enola's soul, it did hunt her memories.

You know, the iron will of heroes is not so easy to invade. It's too delusional to think that you can't hunt the soul of a hero.

But just these hunted memories have already given Jory a headache. Enola may have lived for at least a hundred years, how many memories should she have precipitated after such a long time?

Enola's combat experience, her knowledge of the use of spell marks, Jory even in her memory, hair I took actually had Camelot's language......

Fragments of memories scurried around in Jory's consciousness, these fragments recorded the past of Enola's life, and the brighter and more real fragments they were, the more profound the memories became.

However, in these fragments, Jory has seen many memory passages appear with the same person...... This man must have been important to her, encapsulated in the many fragments of Enola's youth, and the most common one is the image of the man.

Through Enola's memories of the man, Jory learns his name.

The one wielding the whip was the last heir of the Belmont family, and the mentor of Enola's nurturing grace.

Once the last Terran hero of the exorcist family, he is tasked with the mission of destroying Dracula, the most unforgettable person in Enola...... Jossel. Belmont. (To be continued......)