In the realm of the world, outsiders from the city of water and wood, they waited uneasily in the rear. The army of monsters was in their line of sight, but they could still see the black dragon flying in the sky.

"It's really a dragon......"

Clutching her long dark purple hair, Lodaia felt her throat dry. It seemed that a day earlier, she was still sitting at the same table in the lord's palace and the black dragon in the distance......

At this moment, Lodaia is deeply for Oren. Powell rejoiced. The lord tempted each other's actions with holy water and a blessed cross, and Lodaia would not have noticed. Seeing the dragon flying domineeringly in the sky, letting out a strange roar of the city slaughtering level again and again, Lodaia was sincerely afraid of the strength of the other party the night before, once that man was provoked on the spot by the lord's behavior in the palace, in case he directly turned into a dragon...... I'm afraid that the lord of Mizuki City will be replaced, and even the city will cease to exist.

Thinking about it, Lodaia couldn't help but shed a cold sweat afterwards.

When a column of darkness obscured the light, and these people who were isolated in the distance lost their traces of the dragon, and they did not have the pupil power to penetrate the dark space, then Sean made a suggestion to die: "Let's go and see, shall we?" ”

Sean suggests that for demons, there is an infinite temptation in the life of nine deaths. Confused, there is no demon who is not obsessed with strength, and it is worth it to be able to watch an unimaginable powerhouse fight up close, even if it is risky. What's more, the earth-shattering declaration of Lodaia before bluntly revealed the identity of the evil dragon.

Jory is equal to Dracula, Dracula is equal to a vampire, and the vampire is the lord of Castlevania, which is the most basic common sense that the higher demons must know, that is to say, Jory is the master of Castlevania.

That dragon is their lord! Who can find a reason not to let these common-like demons reject their desires, and prevent them from seeing the true face of the Demon King?

"Just be careful. Keep your distance, and those demon warriors don't seem to hurt us, maybe ......"

The demonic spies, led by Sean and Lodeya, made an excuse for themselves to ignore the danger of being affected by the aftermath of the battle, maybe just looking at it, it didn't seem to be a big deal, at most they could run away if they found something wrong.

The few humans who survived had already run away, and they ran away while listening to the demons talk about Dracula. Not long ago, Lodaia said a few words and picked. Funny Enola rushed into battle. Without Enola's protection, these humans have lost the biggest bargaining chip in peace talks, in their opinion, Enola's behavior of rushing over is simply sending them to death, but they don't want to die, under the threat of demons, of course, they run as far as they can, and if they stay here again, don't they wait for death! Dracula, the ruler of the demons, has appeared......

What those demonic spies were thinking, Jory wouldn't know, after all, he wasn't an all-knowing demonic source in terms of control. After the divine black light of the ancient god was squeezed into the black hole, he shook his wings and turned his head to fly down, opened his mouth and fell to the ground. The fallen man flapped his wings and flew towards Enola, a few kilometers away.

Look down from above. In a potholed gray earth, Enola's figure was just a black dot the size of a fingertip, and the moment Jory saw her through the giant scarlet eyes, he inexplicably felt his heart entangled...... Damn it. How could this woman suddenly jump out?

When Jory saw her appear, his mind was directly confused, and a long time passed. At this moment, Jory went to see Enola again, still not knowing what to do.

It's okay now, with Enola's attitude towards demons, Jori, the king of demons, can't be on her must-kill list, and he doesn't know if he will have to fight Enola again later.

Coming to the sky above Enola's head, Jory flapped the dragon's wings and hovered in the air, flying in circles for a long time, in short, he was a little afraid that after flying down, Enola rushed towards himself with his sword, but flying around the circle like a merry-go-round, that wouldn't solve the problem!

So, after thinking about it again, Jory shook the dragon's tail and twisted his body to slowly descend below, but stopped at a height of tens of meters above Enola and continued to circle in circles. Leaning down the hornless dragon's head, Jory watched Enola's reaction below.

What if she still hated herself and really raised her sword to pounce? Jory didn't want to fight her at all, it had nothing to do with the relationship between strength and weakness or hatred, he just felt extremely dull, and at this time Jory did not have the slightest victory over the joy of a god.

A moment later, Jory finally landed.

The exhaustion and stress of fighting a god is not something that can be ignored casually. Although the ghost of the Dead River can give Jory countless lives, allowing him to come back to life after every killing, and his seemingly invulnerable ability against the sky is not flawed, Jory will never be easy, and he is really feeling the pain of death the moment he is killed first.

The river of death can revive him with full blood on the spot, but it can't restore his spirit at the same time, and the exhaustion has accumulated so much that he is almost unable to fly, so he can only land down first.

"Boom!"

The black dragon in the low altitude turned to the left half of its body, flashed its flesh wings and flew downward, smashing down in the open space more than thirty meters away from Enola. Jory lay down limply, his big dark blood-colored eyes narrowed and his head pressed to the ground. Opening his mouth, he spat out the person in his mouth, and then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep without caring about anything.

It's completely a single-minded style, the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water and lies on the ground pretending to be dead, while the form of the Calamity Dragon can be maintained for a while, Jory just waits for Enola to come over, and whatever she does, Jory's dragon body can also bear it.

However, Jory didn't hear Enola's voice for a long time, and he opened his eyes slightly to reveal a slit, and suddenly saw that Enola was standing next to his chin, looking up into his eyes.

"This is who you really are?"

With her hands at her sides, Enola looked up at the dragon's giant eyes with a blank expression, which immediately glared back at Jory.

Seeing that Enola was indifferent to the attitude he had shown, Jory simply stopped doing these superfluous things, he turned over and tried to get up, but he didn't have the extra strength to drive this body anymore. In front of Enola, the black body of the Calamity Dragon emitted a billowing blood mist, and the dark red color gradually covered the surrounding land for several meters.

The blood mist rose as much as it could, but it quickly retracted, and the massive mist gradually compressed into a humanoid silhouette. The dark red blood mist outlined his physique and shaped the lines of his face. The moment the blood solidified, he returned to Jory's humanoid form, and his face looked pale, as if he was weak from a large amount of blood loss.

Sitting on the ground with his hands on the ground, Jory let out a long breath, and then raised his head to look at Enola, seeing the calm and indifferent look on Enola's face, he struggled to get up, and walked towards Enola with a slight shaking.

The muscles of the whole body don't seem to feel it, and I can't exert much strength. Jory moved his stiff legs, walked a few meters and bent down to gasp.

If only there was fresh blood, Jory would recover quickly.

Blood......

Jory glanced up at Enola and lowered his head to stop looking at her.

Forget about the blood, let's drag the body like this first.

"Wait a minute." Jory smiled faintly at Enola, and no matter what Enola was thinking, he walked back to the position where he was at the chin of the dragonization just now, leaned down and pulled the person lying on the ground up, and grabbed the other's arm and put it on his shoulder.

Enola watched him quietly. Dragging his tired body, he carried the dead elf boy on his shoulder, and walked towards the monster army step by step.

Enola didn't stop Jory at this time, didn't question him loudly. Enola knew it was time for her to make a choice, no matter how heavy it might be.

As Jory walked towards the army of monsters with the corpse on his shoulder, Enola remained silent, her eyes looking down at the ground. She is still at war in her heart, because she has to be responsible for her choices.

The shell that the ancient god possessed just now was Lear.

Now Lear's appearance can be described as miserable. The outer armor had long since shattered, and the inner lining was in tatters, and some of the remaining black material could still be seen sticking to his epidermis, squeezing through the black matter of the skin, like a hideous centipede crawling all over Lear's body.

With his eyes closed, Lear was no longer breathing, and the dead air spread to his face, and it was impossible to save him with conventional treatment.

"Huh...... The kid who always causes trouble. ”

Carrying Lear's corpse, Jory beckoned, and a stout sheep-headed half-body demon leaned over from the army of monsters. Death in Castlevania is not the end, and there are many ways to resurrect a dead person, from necrosis to undead resurrection, and even complete resurrection to the form before death. When Jory brings Lear's body back, he can hand it over to the Demon Gendian to dispose of, it seems...... Does Lear still have a sister who is still wandering Castlevania?

But Jory remembered that area was the Void Realm, and the Void Realm was the territory of the pseudo-city lord.

"Buzz!"

A clear chirp sounded in his ears, and Jory struggled to push Lear's corpse onto the back of the sheep-headed half-body, his wrist grabbed by a bare-like hand, and he could no longer push the corpse.

Turning his head, Jory saw Lear who was full of soul light, and his transparent short body appeared beside Jory, he looked up at Jory who was much taller than himself, and his dark green eyes were as quiet as clear water under the rendering of soul light.

"Don't worry, I'll bring you back to life when I get back." Jory grinned and pointed to the corpse behind him, and he raised his hand as if to slap Lear on the shoulder, only to pass through Lear's body. After a pause, Jory didn't care, and he came out with him.

Lear just shook his head slightly.

"Thank you very much, my parents' last wish has been fulfilled, and I die today without regrets." Lear smiled contentedly in front of Jori, and he said word by word, "...... So please, don't resurrect me. ”

Jory's face still had a big smile, but his laughter was silent. With his mouth open in vain, he stared fixedly into Lear's smiling eyes.

It is a kind of eyes that have no love for the world, no longer nostalgic for reality, longing for the most glorious moment for a peaceful death, longing for eternal sleep. (To be continued......)