Castlevania, the upper realm.

The darkness of the black pressure obscured all the light, and the clouds were everywhere, and the towering towers broke through the clouds, and the whistling wind swept the black clouds, blowing through the gaps in the countless towering towers, and the deep and dark black clouds seemed to be transformed by the dead spirits, and the magnificent wind whistled, like a roar of resentment.

Countless towers are pitch black and cold as iron, and the upper floors of the castle resemble a towering steel jungle, a dark place that will never see the light of day, and a forbidden place that mortals will never be able to approach.

The Lord of Castlevania, the throne of the vampire demon king, is here.

"Bang la la la-"

The dark hall with its bright red carpet was empty, and there were not even any frills, and the only thing that attracted the most attention was the metal booth in the center of the hall.

The non-reflective metal booth leaned against a red-covered book, the cover inlaid with a black skull that bound the chain-chain metal, and at this moment, this vigorous and simple book is opening its own chapter.

The chapter shown in the book depicts a shirtless man, his long hair dancing like a demon, and the man has a pair of scarlet piercing eyes, roaring in anger. Terrifying monsters of different shapes emerged from the man's side.

Fight for him, destroy for him, kill the lives that live in the world for him, and then, those who are killed by the monster will become the slaves of this man, join the ranks of the monster scourge, and slaughter the life under the heavenly dome.

This man is the source of all the evil in the world, the embodiment of all the calamities and calamities that befall the world. Dragon. If he is a demon who destroys the world, then he is the evil dragon of dragons.

How many centuries have passed, how many years, once belonged to the plane where Castlevania is located, and this man has many names.

Piercing Duke, Vampire Duke, Blasphemer of the Gods, Grand Demon King......

No matter how many names he had for him, he always had his own name.

Lord of Castlevania, the only vampire in all planes throughout history. A real vampire. The demon king known as the incarnation of the evil dragon - Dracula.

And at this moment, the chapter of the Demon Source Book is depicted on it is the form of the Demon King Dracula, who changed into the form of the evil dragon at the moment before he transformed. The Demon King roared in the sky. Unleashed all his soul slaves. Let his army go and kill as much as he wants.

"...... Uproar"

The pages of the Demon Source Book were turned again. Turning the pages of the book, I was frozen in a new drawing.

It's no longer the demon king painting that symbolizes calamity, it's a figure kneeling on the ground. The figure drawn in the drawing, with his hands propped up on the ground, his body covering his face, making him unrecognizable. The freeze-frame drawing, showing the man's bulging back, freezes at the moment when a pitch-black claw bursts out of his back.

The two pictures before and after are almost the same type of painting.

On the left edge of the drawing, a line of black ink tadpole text emerges.

[The reincarnation of the demon king has come, the evil dragon is gradually waking up, waiting for chaos to cover the sun, when the sky will be on fire and blood will be all over the earth]

【Evil Dragon. Dracula】

Suddenly, the lines of the freeze frame moved, and the figure shown on the book stood up from the ground, with the yellow pages as the background, and the rendered lines as flames, this back and the three monsters around him, all over the body were burning with flames.

"Smack!"

At this moment, a pale hand slammed into the Demon Source Codex, and the pale and thin five fingers clenched, and the sharp nails almost pierced into the pages.

In the side room of the upper throne of Castlevania, the figure hidden in the shadows let out a low roar, and he grabbed the picture with the painting [Evil Dragon. Dracula] tore off the page, crumpling it to shreds. The edges of the pages of the Demon Source Book were broken, oozing a bright red liquid like blood, and this cover book was wounded and bleeding like a living thing.

The shadow-shrouded figure stretched out his hands and grabbed the bleeding Demon Yuandian, and an angry roar rolled in his throat, smashing the Demon Yuandian to the ground and kicking it out with a fury.

In the empty dark hall, in the dim shadows, the figure slowly turned and left. Lying quietly in the corner, the torn pages of the book gradually stopped bleeding, and at this time, a gust of rotten wind blew, just blowing open the pages of the Demon Source Codex.

A new chapter was set off again, and a new picture was turned to fix it.

The scene painted on the painted color is a dark hall, with a dark metal booth, the red cover book that should have been set up on the metal booth, the outline of the line to the corner of the hall, and the scene painted in the painted color is the demon source book that has been thrown on the ground.

And when the painted lines looked at the figure that turned away, as if there was some inexplicable force blocking the extension of the lines, the drawing showed a thin back, and this back just turned around......

The last thing that the Demon Source Dian painted was a figure shrouded in darkness, and the only thing that could be seen was a pair of evil eyes that reflected a miserable white in the darkness.

……

The other territory, the Dark Forest, seven kilometers deep to the southeast, is the Hill of the Dead bordering the Dark Forest. The ground was overwhelmed by the heavy pressure, trembling incessantly, and the violent collision erupted with blood and fire. Countless flickering figures weaved through the shaky hills, fearless to launch a suicidal charge against a majestic giant creature.

A mountain slowly rose in the night, the earth trembled with a roar, and under a whirlwind of fire dragons and a burst of lightning storms, countless warriors in heavy armor bravely and fearlessly rushed towards the slowly rising peak.

The sky suddenly darkened......

Shadows covered it, and it turned out to be a palm with a diameter of more than ten meters! The dragon-like arm seemed to be about to penetrate the bottom, and before the giant hand that was covering the shadow slapped down, the strong wind pressure had been violently suppressed, and the rancid wind formed a whistling wind pressure.

If it was slapped down by the mountain-like palm above his head, dozens of warriors on the ground would definitely be dead! The valiant warrior who led the charge raised his weapon and shouted hoarsely, "Where is the Arcanist!" ”

Several old figures shot out, and the mystical light of mana wandered around them, and they shuttled to the forefront without fear of death, and several mages raised their wands high, and collectively let out a roar as strong as a dragon.

"Ha !!"

The seven archmages whose strength resounded throughout the Holy City, their bodies surged with lilac mana light, condensing a circle of guardian formations flowing with ghostly light. The pitch-black barren ground lit up with a complex and obscure magic array, and the seven mages

In the sky, a lilac semicircular magic ring appeared, and it slammed into the giant palm that slapped down.

"Hum—"

The one that collided with the Arcane Ring of the Rotten Giant Palm did not have the loud sound of the sky collapsing, only the hum of mana resonance. No matter how fragile the bodies of several archmages were, whether the resistance aura they jointly cast could not withstand the pressure of the giant palm, but in the trembling sound of mana and air, their resistance aura did withstand the moment of the giant palm, buying precious time for many warriors.

The robes of several archmages were rendered with light purple mana light, their robes hunted in the clashing wind, and one after another brave and fearless warriors passed by the mages, exerting unparalleled courage, and the brave ones at the front led the charge, raising their swords and shouting a loud declaration of war.

"Senseless fear is our worst enemy! Only by overcoming our own fears can we defeat our enemies! ”

"Kill!!"

There were only a few dozen melee heavy armor swordsmen, and the battle cry they let out was stronger than the momentum of thousands of people, and the rolling sound could be clearly heard even from a few kilometers away.

And with the light of mana, this incomparably terrifying creature was also unveiled, and its true face was exposed to the eyes of many warriors.

Corpses, endless corpses......

Countless corpses were forcibly squeezed out of the silhouette of a human figure, a deformed corpse giant with a body size of more than twenty meters high, with many squeezed and twisted limbs on the body surface, and some even crooked and deformed faces, these stumps and broken arms were pieced together on the surface of the body to form a body. (To be continued......)