Chapter 194

The blood flowing from his arms dripped onto the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a blood stain appeared at Jory's feet. And when the smell of blood in Jori's blood permeated, the demonic sword and the iron-clad skeleton seemed to be confronted with something they feared, these sane killing machines, they retreated in a daze.

With a gloomy face, Jory smacked the ground, simply opened his arms, and let the blood of his two wrists spill out from the wounds he had bitten, and then he strode towards the monster pile.

Suddenly jumped up and Jory stretched out his hand to grab the magic sword suspended in the air, this demonic demon weapon was actually stunned in mid-air, allowing Jory to grab it, until Jori's blood-stained right hand grabbed its sword body, this magic sword began to struggle after realizing it, trying to break free from Jori's hands, but it was full of weakness and futile swinging the sword body left and right.

The crimson blood water was stained with the magic sword along Qiao Li's palm, and these blood threads slowly penetrated deep into the sword body, and then the magic sword suddenly trembled violently, as if it was electrified, and it shook violently in Qiao Li's hand as if it had been electrified.

"Click-"

As Jori's blood penetrated deep into the sword, the blade of the magic sword cracked into a layer of gray, and a sharp edge flashed through the blade.

At this time, Jory fell to the ground, and the magic sword that he grasped in his hand that could kill automatically was honestly held by Jory, and from time to time an evil cold light flashed on the blade of the magic sword. Letting go of his hand, Qiao Li gently let go, and the magic sword with the fanged gauntlet biting the sword body left Qiao Li's palm lightly, and hung down in front of Qiao Li very quietly.

"Properly probationing individual soldiers will not attract the attention of 'him', but master, you better refrain from it." Heraldry truthfully reminds Jory.

However, Jory ignored the coat of arms, and he also stared silently at the magic sword pointed at the ground in front of him, just as the magic sword that had awakened from its slumber was also looking at himself.

A magic sword with a metal beast's mouth gauntlet. Fluttering diagonally over the gauntlet, the hilt flew into Jory's hand. Jory naturally held the hilt of its sword, and the next moment, a huge pulling force suddenly struck, and the magic sword almost sucked Jory's right hand, and the violent force driven by the magic sword itself, he pulled Jori's arm and stabbed it out suddenly.

A straight thrust, a sharp blade breaking through the wind, and a blood-colored edge flashed from the sword. Immediately, the new pulling force of the magic sword took Jory's right hand and made several large open and closed slashes in a row. This magic sword drenched in Jory's blood. At this moment, it expresses its endless joy. A demonic weapon endowed with spirituality and wisdom and arrogance, it has been sealed in the dust for a long time and has not seen the light of day, and now it has finally waited for the day when it will show its edge.

The joy of the newborn, the magic sword used its actions to convey its emotions to Jori.

It was too surprising, especially Qiao Li, who was holding this magic sword with his own hands, really felt a weapon that could act on his own, and he could also take someone like him who had never practiced swordsmanship to exert a powerful slash.

Raise your sword and pick it up. Jumping up in the air, holding the sword with one arm and slashing down fiercely, the moment it landed, the magic sword pulled Jory's arm and made a fierce whirlwind slash. Then it thrust itself upside down into the drawbridge and stood straight beside Jory.

The idea of heraldry was inserted into Jory's mind at the right time: "The soldier of the castle in your hand has just finished greeting you, don't you respond to it?" ”

……

Upper Castlevania, Void Realm.

The black cloak was removed, and the emaciated man was born. He wrapped his cloak around Enola's body and tied it behind his back. Immediately, he quickly swept towards a window, smashed through the glass and flew out of the window. About to fall. At the moment of falling, he waved the sleeve of his right hand, and the crimson chains that shot out of the sleeve soared upward, hooking the raised stone of the castle's outer wall.

After two swings in the air, the man soared into the air with a vigorous swing, retracting his chains, and climbing up the rock through the gap in the masonry outside the castle. The upper layer of Castlevania belongs to the Void Realm, towering into the clouds, the wind in the sky is very violent, and the troposphere of the sky up to 10,000 meters high can blow a normal human into the air.

However, the man who had climbed outside the castle and exposed his whole body to the wind climbed the spire of the building with a rock-like body. Re-strapping the cloak bag around the corpse, the man sped toward the tallest building, leaping to the edge of the spire at his feet, swinging his crimson chains around the higher buildings......

Once again, returning to the highest position in the Void Realm of Castlevania, the emaciated man landed on the balcony outside the main hall, he unfastened his cloak and picked up Enola's corpse, and walked towards the Black Dragon Throne with hurried steps. At this moment, in the main hall where the Black Dragon Throne is located, when he returned, a surging tyrannical aura poured out of the hall, ordinary humans can't imagine what kind of evil power this man has, the iron will of the human hero can create a substantial aura to affect the real matter, and he can oppress people to death with this evil and tyrannical aura alone!

On the luxurious dark red carpet in the hall, there was a dry corpse, black and red blood staining the corpse. Naked upper body. The corpse's upper body was bare and shriveled, as if it had been sucked dry of all the fluids in its body, its two withered arms were frozen in front of its chest, and the corpse's mouth was wide open in extreme fear, maintaining the twisted appearance of death

This female corpse is still wearing a pair of jeans on the lower body, and the facial contours of Elena can still be seen on the face of the female corpse before her death.

The man who strode over with Enola's corpse in his arms, his miserable eyes didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, he walked straight and stepped directly on the dry dead body, just like stepping on a withered eggplant, and the abdomen of the female corpse was suddenly trampled by him. The man held Enola in his arms, and he hurried to the side hall to the dragon-shaped metal stand, laid down Enola's body, and turned to look at the crimson cover that he had thrown into the corner.

Demon Source, the book had several pages torn off, and the blood it shed stained the small carpet even redder.

The man walked over and picked up the Demon Source Codex, he put the red cover book back on the metal booth, lowered his chin slightly and whispered, "You have a way to save her, do you?" ”

The red-covered Demon Source Book returned to its own booth, and in the face of this man's questioning, it behaved like an ordinary ancient book, obscure.

"I'll ask you again, can you bring her back to life?"

A man with a strange shadow all over his body. A pair of dazzling miserable white eyes stared at the Demon Yuandian, and a fierce aura was released in his eyes.

"I know, your wisdom is only for that person, you are waiting for him to come back, useless ......" As he spoke, the miserable white evil light in the man's eyes suddenly brightened, he stepped forward and pressed the bleeding part of the Demon Source Codex, his sharp nails dug deep into the pages, the man pointed to his face, and yelled hysterically: "He can't come back!" I killed him with my own hands! See? This is proof that I killed him with my own hands, I killed him, inherited his destiny, and sat on his throne...... I'm the new vampire king! Your master, Dracula the Dragon! ”

At this time, a push on the cover of the Demon Source Code pushed away the man's hand.

As the prologue of the Demon Source Book slowly opened, a line of text appeared on the blank dark yellow page: You have only inherited the power of the shoddy, and you are just a lowly ghoul.

A man with white eyes. His pupilless eyes radiated an even more frantic rage, and his angry arms trembled, apparently irritated to the depths of his soul by the straightforward and insulting words of the Demon Gentome. Just before he was about to lose control and tear the Demon Source Code to pieces, the Demon Source Book quickly turned the second page. Once again, a new font has emerged: the rebirth of the dead is a rewriting of fate, and the price paid may not be affordable to you, are you willing?

"Huh. Hehehe......" Seeing the new font that appeared in the Demon Source Codex, the man laughed nervously: "I thought you were as stubborn as your master who went to hell, so you would also compromise?" Scold. Useless...... No matter how long you wait here, all you have been waiting for is the infinite emptiness, he will not come back, and as long as I sit on his throne, he will never want to come back! ”

Looking down at Enola's corpse, looking at her eyes that were still full of nostalgia after her death, the evil and gloomy man's breathing became stagnant for a moment.

He lowered his head for a moment, calmed the hysterical madness, and said in a calm voice, but with a mockery: "I have already borne enough price, so what if I suffer more? Then the cost of her resurrection will be borne by me, as long as you have a way to resurrect her and truly come back to life. ”

The Demon Source Book emerges with a third text: Give up the throne and she will be resurrected.

"Huh." The man who calmed down, he looked at the short nine fonts, and actually let out a playful laugh: "Tell me to give up the throne?" ”

If this man relinquishes the Black Dragon Throne, the true owner of the throne may return, and all his hard work will be in vain. The Demon Source was clearly using Enola's resurrection and the Black Dragon Throne to make him choose, but he couldn't let go of either side.

Sometimes, the courage to accept the adversity will not be able to choose under special circumstances.

Then, the Demon Source came up with a blood-red font: Or set me free, and she will be resurrected.

It seems that the Demon Source Code has taken a step back in the negotiation and has chosen to be free first, after all, the Demon Source Code has always been under this person's eyelids, and he has imprisoned it.

"Haven't you given up, he has already gone to hell, Satan will not be willing to let him come back, no matter how much effort you try, it will be in vain."

The other blood-colored fonts on the pages of the Demon Source Book faded, except for the two that remained, becoming more bright red and blinding.

Freely!!

What kind of catastrophe will it set back this ancient book that knows all about the history of Castlevania and the forces of evil? But......

The Black Dragon Throne must not be given up, and Enola's resurrection cannot be abandoned, and the only thing he can bear is to let it be free. Maybe with his own ability, he can do it without giving the Demon Source Book a chance to turn over, even if the Demon Source Book is free, it will be useless!

As if to figure out the key to this, the man's deep voice pulled out a long tail note: "Good ............"

When the man dragged out the word, the blood-colored font of the Demon Source Book disappeared, and he slowly floated up, and the pages of the book clattered open, and finally the page suddenly stopped, stopping on a page with a skull sheep's head drawn.

The page clearly appeared in the font of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, the order was clear, the words were clear, and the Demon Source Code had drafted a contract on its own, and the regulations had a covenant between it and the man, which must not be violated.

[The Demon Source Book will resurrect Enola, and external forces such as necromancy and puppet manipulation cannot be used to deceive and restore a real life]

[At the same time, the person who imprisons the Demon Source Code must return the freedom of the Demon Source Codex, summon the blood tide of Castlevania, and put the Demon Source Code into the blood tide]

After reading the contract regulations on the sheep-headed skeleton, the man tore the skin of his arm and poured black blood on the Demon Source Codex, drawing his name with a reference pen.

Signature of the person who drafted the contract: Demon Source Codex.

Signed by: Josser. Belmont. (To be continued......)