"First so, in this way...... Hmmm............"

Demon Gendian asked, "Master, isn't it finished yet?" ”

"Don't bother me, it's almost done!" After Jory finished scolding, he continued to talk to himself: "Do you have to wait for it to cool down after heating......

After a long time, Jory finally breathed a sigh of relief, he wiped his sweat and said, "It's finally done......"

Little Sauron, who had been laid upright on the ground by Jory, lay on her back in a pool of wriggling blood, her delicate gray skin painted with blood-colored symbols. Jory, who was chin crutched, looked at his masterpiece, he nodded with great satisfaction, and asked the Demon Gendian, "Can you start now?" ”

One hand pressed Sauron's head, Jory held Sauron's head and slowly pressed her into a pool of blood, this pool of dark red blood was like an open door, Sauron's petite body sank into the blood, at the same time, in the chaos realm of Castlevania, there was already a humanoid monster composed of a blood tide waiting there.

Sauron was dragged into the castle by the blood tide, and the blood monsters picked her up and took her to the sacrificial pool.

Enola had explicitly entrusted Jory to save the baby before, and Jory had to bring back a living Sauron and return it to Enola, but it would be too inappropriate for Enola to see a bloodthirsty gray demon baby, and the Demon Source told Jory that it had a way to suppress Sauron's night demon bloodline and restore her appearance to the body of a human child.

What is needed is the sacrificial pure pool, and the demonic blood tide will single-handedly lead the operation of the pure pool, suppressing Sauron's half-blood monster bloodline. When the time comes, Jory will be able to bring back a Sauron who looks like a human baby, and bring it back to Enola, with the form transformation of the sacrificial pool, even if he is drenched in holy water, it will not hurt Sauron.

Holding Sauron's Blood Monster into a tower, it came to the edge and was silent for a moment at the swirling well of souls, before throwing the slick Sauron inside. Sauron, who had been cowering in the arms of the blood monster, screamed in horror, but unfortunately she couldn't fly. Doomed to fall into the swirling pale blue vortex current, engulfed by the blue soul light.

Sauron, who was full of fear of the unknown around her, was carried in circles in the void by an irresistible pull, like a whirlpool of angry sea swallowing her deeply, Sauron opened her small hands and scratched around and screamed, but it didn't take long for her screams to fall silent.

By the time the sacrificial pool had spat her out, a white-skinned Sauron flew through a graceful parabola in the air and returned to the blood monster's arms. The gray skin had turned white, and her eyes had turned black, and Sauron was looking at her again. It is not much different from other human children.

At the heart of Sauron's left chest, a dark gray halo was slowly dimming, Sauron's bloodline from her father. The Daredevil's bloodline didn't disappear, but was all suppressed back into her heart.

On the distant mountain plain, Qiao Li sat bored next to the old bear corpse, looking at the bear corpse with half of his body turned into a skeleton, he was very bored and tore off a piece of bear meat with his bare hands, released a flame in his hand and roasted it into charcoal, and then tore off a piece of raw meat and burned it away. I don't know how long I waited. A pool of blood behind him finally moved.

The white and tender Sauron emerged from the pool of blood, she didn't seem to understand what she had just experienced, at this time her whole body was full of strange feelings, Sauron, who had never experienced the transformation of life form. Looking at his two little hands curiously.

Unlike using witchcraft to disguise herself as a human baby, Sauron's body structure is now mostly human, except for her imprisoned heart.

"You're back so soon......" Jory reluctantly walked over and picked up Sauron. Looking at Sauron's white skin and bewildered dark eyes, he felt a headache and said, "I haven't made up a perfect excuse yet." How will I talk to Enola when I get back later? ”

The Demon Source Code comforted Jory pertinently: "This is your business, master, there will definitely be a little obstacle in order to get back the time fragment, as long as you can blend into the human power to retrieve the time fragment, you will find that the difficulty at this time is not enough to worry about." ”

Now that the week has passed, it's time to go back......

The defensive line on the border of the outer city of Dolan Bia was still guarded by a group of forbidden guards, but they no longer gathered around indiscriminately, as Jory had seen last time.

The last appearance of Enola gave these arrogant soldiers a hard taste of what it means to kick to the iron plate. If Jory had the heart to recall the last time the soldiers were stationed at the border of the outer city, he would have found that the guards he saw this time had changed.

There were wooden boxes, fences and other obstacles along the border, and many soldiers saw a lonely figure walking in the distance, so he walked unhurriedly. Just thinking about what happened to the group of two hundred and five who offended Enola a few days ago, these soldiers would not be stupid enough to directly encircle them.

Two handsome warriors came out of the soldiers and greeted Jory, and the two of them raised their right hands and made a stop gesture, and shouted in righteous words: "Someone is here, report your name!" Purpose! Identity! ”

Being watched by at least a hundred soldiers, Jory walked up to the two soldiers as if he was wandering, holding Sauron's swaddling clothes in his left hand, he raised his head slightly and smiled: "Jory. Maupassant. ”

"Why? Identity? The soldier who greeted him patiently asked again.

Their patience was all scared out of Enola.

Intention and identity, how should Jory tell these soldiers who were scared and honest, he didn't have an identity, he was looking for Enola, but it is estimated that these soldiers who were changed would not believe it, so as to avoid another burst of doubt and delay.

Looking at Sauron, who was very quiet and honest in his arms, Jory wondered if he should find an excuse to sneak in first......

"Woo————"

At that moment, a dull and dense sound of trumpets was heard from the direction north of Dolambia. The soldier who heard the sound of the horn instantly changed his face and suddenly became urgent. What this blowing horn meant, the soldiers of the city army knew all too well.

Looking at the guards who suddenly seemed to have blown up en masse, Jory followed the soldiers to look in the direction where the horn sounded, but unfortunately the direction was to the north, his vision was completely blocked by the building, and he had to go over and see with his own eyes what was going on.

"MD, here you go again......"

The two soldiers who came out to interrogate Jory burst out in a foul voice, and then glared at Jory fiercely, and they turned around and returned to their posts.

Soldiers obey orders. Until they receive new orders, they must stay at their posts and be punished for dereliction of duty. Obviously fidgeting, but these soldiers stuck to their posts, and when Jory saw the nervous appearance of their frightened birds, he knew that it was no fun to enter the city.

Estimating the size of the outer city, if Jory went around to the north to see what was happening at the source of the horn, it would take him more than ten minutes to circle the circle at his speed. Especially the oppressive atmosphere that permeated from that direction, from which Jory seemed to smell blood.

Looking at the swaddling Sauron, Jory put her behind him and carried her on his back. I tied the swaddle strap to my chest. He was just about to move after securing Sauron, when he heard a soldier at the entrance to the fence shouting, "What do you want to do?!" ”

Ignoring him, Jory shot like an arrow from a string and sped towards the outer city of northern Dolambia.

The closer he got there, the more ridiculous Jory felt.

The reason why Jory thought it was ridiculous was because as he got closer, he gradually noticed something strange about the northern city. At this moment, in the northern part of the outer city of Dolambia, scenes of brutal street battles are being staged, and the shouts of killing and screams are endless. Finally past the western entrance and the northern line of sight, Jory saw the enemy fighting the human warriors.

Running like a cheetah. Jumping like a vigorous silhouette, their whole body skin was covered with evil black lines, they didn't know what a weapon was, but their claws and bloody mouths were stronger than human weapons!

Outside the city to the north. A group of dead corpses rushed to Dolambia. The castle of Dolambia was indeed impregnable, but the city outside it was surrounded by no walls, and the spirits of the dead seemed to have rushed through the gates of the city. Large swaths poured into the streets and alleys of Beicheng District.

Probably three days before Jory's return, Dolumbia had been charged several times by the undead legions, and today they are here again. Crawling out of the ground, he rushed into the outer city without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and wanted to tear apart everything he saw in front of him.

Humans, who are more resourceful than zombies, know how to use the complex streets and buildings of the outer city to dissolve the undead stormtroopers here, differentiate their charging strength, divide their numbers, and then use the advantages of street fighting to fight these living corpses.

Why are the buildings in the outer city all residential houses, but there is not a single civilian in sight? Instead, there are soldiers, heavily armed mercenaries or rangers...... Civilians have long been evacuated, and those who remain are fighters with the strength to fight.

The fortified castle of Torlumbia, the northern walls of which were full of archers ready to attack, the commander shouted the order to shoot, and then the heralds beside him sprang out like leaves, waving the command flag and shouting hoarsely.

"Archers!! The next round of projectiles, the angle of fire is thirty percent higher, and ready-"

"Next round of throws! Ejection! ”

"Ready—"

The dense arrows suddenly flew out like a flash torrent, and a torrent of arrows flew into the air, and then poured down like a waterfall, shooting the ground in the wild of Beicheng all over the body, and those zombies who were still in the wild and had not yet run into the city did not have many casualties under this wave of arrow rain.

Without an arrow through the brain, the zombies will not die no matter how many arrows there are, and more arrow wounds will only delay their actions. The only arrow that can kill with one hit is to shoot through the head of a zombie, but that accuracy depends on luck. After the baptism of a rain of arrows, the zombies covered with arrows continued to run towards Torlumbia in a hurry, stepping on the soles of their feet over a few unlucky zombies who were shot through the head by an arrow, and rushing into the city in waves.

"Brothers, kill with me!"

According to the soldiers who are guarding the city and carrying out street combat strategies, the soldiers hold their shields and swords high and rush to the front line, and the mercenaries with random weapons and equipment cooperate with the soldiers' sides, relying on the soldiers' flesh shields to cover, they use their weapons to exert stronger attack power.

Mages are too scarce, and a very small number of French mercenaries and mages sent out by the castle to support are scattered all over the place to provide long-range support to the warriors. Pity......

Manpower is limited in the end, compared to the zombie army that knows no pain and no fear, no matter how fierce the warriors are, there will be times when they are exhausted, not to mention that these warriors are not saints.

"Do you hear that, my lord, your people are dying?"

Juggernaut, who had put on his leather armor again, stood with a mild-mannered middle-aged man, looking at the battle from the tower of Dolambia Castle.

Hearing Camilo's mocking words, the Lord of Dolambia smiled indifferently: "Don't make decisions against me, war is like this, victory requires sacrifice." ”

Camillo was-for-tat, his eyes flashing with a sharp sword at all times: "Are you saying that you watched your own soldiers die, left me and Saqil in the castle and did not join the battle, and used the lives of soldiers as cannon fodder to add heads?" ”

"If you have the heart, please take care of your teacher first, respected Sword Master." Lord Dolambia bowed slightly, and a smile appeared at the corners of his wrinkled eyes: "Lord Enola, she doesn't seem to be feeling well, do you want to go and see her?" ”

The lord in the red costume was not afraid of the might of the Sword Saint, but said words that were not salty or light with an elegant bearing, two points of politeness, three points of alienation, four points of distantness, and a trace of unclear meaning.

With a cold snort, Camillo didn't bother to look at the lord, he jumped off the tower without saying a word, smashed his legs into two shallow pits on the ground, and walked into other buildings under the lord's downward gaze.

When Camillo disappeared from his sight, the lord chuckled coldly: "Self-righteous little hairy boy......"

And when the lord refocused his gaze on the battle line in the northern area outside the castle, he suddenly saw a very unusual figure, shuttling through the streets of the residents' houses. The lord of pure physical strength is much stronger than ordinary people, and although he has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, he has now retired to the background and become a leader, but the observation power cultivated on the battlefield will not wear off over time.

There was a person, his temperament was obviously different from that of soldiers and mercenaries, more free and casual, and when he looked down on the whole situation from a high place, the lord could clearly see that small black dot, like a violent factor rampaging in the field...... I guess it's a mercenary.

The lord didn't care much, no matter how strong that person was, he was just alone, and it was impossible for one person to turn the tide of the battle.

War is never a one-man affair. (To be continued......)