Remembrance of Blood is an extension of Dracula's dominance that can obtain memories from strangers' blood. As a result, there are no secrets that can be hidden from vampires.

And it is precisely because of this seemingly beautiful ability that vampires have to bear the joy and sorrow of other people's memories when they can peek into the memories of others.

Lear's corpse, the blood was already cold, and from his cold blood Jory knew why he would rather rest in peace, and he also felt the heavy mission of his family, and the pressure that was about to suffocate.

The character of the elves is inclined to perfectionism, they advocate beauty and indescribable art, what makes this elf boy, from birth, forced to give up the right of other clans to pursue art, all day long in front of obscure runes, can only watch his peers carefree frolic, but he is always studying in the dark?

It's pride, it's dignity, it's the family's mission to regain its former glory, Lear and his sister, who have not been free elves since they were born, are already like scholars who have been immersed in research all day long in the academy of human sciences when they were still in their naïve age.

No fun, no laughter.

If they were just children of the human race, they might not have the perseverance to learn the dragon runes, but they are elves who value honor and pride more than their own lives, and their paranoid habits inherited from their ancestors make them unable to stand the public opinion of the outside world from a very young age.

For the free, romantic, nature-loving race of elves, Lear and his sister's childhood was a nightmare, and this nightmare will never wake up.

The eldest sister could not bear the pressure and strange stares of her kind, and she resolutely embarked on a road to find the legend of the dragon, and was finally killed by human hunters, and Lear was also killed by humans in order to avenge the eldest sister. Luckily, they all came to the same world after their deaths. Unfortunately, this is a world that is even more cruel than their homeland.

Lear's innocence and persistence have been tempered and broken in Aitharas, he has given his trust several times, but he has been betrayed and betrayed again and again, from being ambushed to being caught and sold to an auction house, from being controlled by the demons of Shadow Street not long after he was freed, and being able to fight side by side with a real dragon in the last moments of his life, this is his long-cherished wish to be able to smile even if he dies. He can rest proudly with the descendants of the Dragonborn.

He has not experienced it, he will not feel the sadness and pressure of Lear's family, and his willingness to enter eternal sleep in peace is very simple. There's no point in him going on, is he?

And swallowing the blood of Lear's corpse, Jory also felt his helplessness crushed by fate through the blood remembrance.

No wonder, at that time, he would hold Jory's arm, and he would show that loveless look.

The long flames dissipated, and the air still distorted the heat, and a hole in the ceiling appeared with firelight on the edges. A figure peeked down from the hole. With her yellow hair scattered behind her, her two thin ears a dead gray, and she wore a stone mask that exposed the lower half of her face, and her long, narrow mouth faintly bared her fangs.

Shake up the two deformed fleshy wings on the back. The female curvy monster flew down, as if searching for the target she had attacked before, but unfortunately there was no figure in the empty restaurant below that she was trying to find, except for a ground of broken bones. There were only large flaming carpets.

After the three dragon words were over, Qiao Li's body also disappeared as well, as if it had been burned to ashes by the surging dragon fire just now.

"Whoa—"

A sudden sound of breaking the air came from behind the side. The female demon's fighting instincts made her understand that this surprise attack would not be dodged in the usual way, and just as she was about to shout the wind and dodge in a teleportation-like manner, the dark red blood whip suddenly accelerated, wrapping around her waist, and just then her spitting eyes were released.

"Whew...... Don't—Arcaith! ”

More complete than Lear's monosyllabic wind words, she instantly turned into a raging wind, and in the blink of an eye, the scaly monster smashed headlong into the restaurant wall and appeared in the attic field nearly a hundred meters away.

Jory, who was holding the blood whip tightly, was naturally brought into the attic with her.

"Sure enough, only the roar can lure you over......"

With a sigh, Jory no longer looked at the witch who slowly turned around, he pulled the blood whip hard, and between several wrist shakes, the long whip wrapped around the witch's waist suddenly straightened, and pulled her over with an irresistible force. When she was still in the air, Jory flicked her hand and let go of the blood whip, and the ten-meter-long blood whip wrapped around the witch like lightning, tying her up tightly, and when she lay down next to Jory and stood still, only one head was left on her body.

Picking up the struggling female monster, Jory held her to his shoulders, stepped on the hot broken bones under his feet, and strolled out of the restaurant.

The Void Realm could not stay for too long, and Jory carried the writhing Amesdala on his shoulder, and he returned the same way back to the entrance to the Chaos Realm. Just as Jory jumped down the corridor of annihilation, there was a sudden stabbing pain in his back, and Amesdala struggled frantically to get out, so she bit down on Jory's back, tearing a large wound on Jory's back.

Settled on the mountains beneath the Promenade of Annihilation, Jory ignored her biting at her back, and waited for her madness to end.

The wound on Jory's back, the blood gushing out of her mouth. It didn't take long for the witch, who had been eating Jory alive before, to stop her hysterical struggle, and her writhing waist slowly bent down on Jory's shoulders, as if she was asleep.

Ignoring the wound on his back, Jory carried Amesdala on his shoulder, and he asked aloud, "Awake?" ”

For a long time, the female demon on his shoulder did not respond, only to hear that she seemed to spit out something from her mouth and fell to the ground with a thud.

After a while, the smell of barbecue rose from the hot surface of the mountains and rivers.

"It's good to wake up, I'll get rid of the mess on you before I take you to a friend."

Shaking his shoulders, Jory adjusted Amesdala's position, he walked unhurriedly to the edge of the mountain and river, condensed a new blood whip, extended it to a length of twenty or thirty meters away, and immediately jumped towards the bunker across a lava lake, he waved his right arm in mid-air, and shook the blood whip several times of exaggerated length, and finally he grabbed a protruding rock above with the blood whip, and carried Amestala down the bunker.

Jory carried Amesdala on his shoulder, and the first place he went to was the Sacrificial Pool, which was one of the many centers that gathered the souls of the Castlevanians, and when he arrived at the Sacred Pool, he could use the power of internal reincarnation to strip Amesdala of the organs that did not belong to humans...... To put it simply, it is to kill her once by the holy pool, and then wait for her to come back to life. (To be continued......)