The territory summoned by the vampire Viscount Feinster moved away the rocky mountain of the Great Knight of Virtue that could not be climbed, even if it was cut and broken by the feathers of the Black Scepter Dismaster, the crescent moon hanging above the Blood Castle suddenly sprinkled a bright moonlight, and all the wounds were instantly healed.

The vampire lord did not hesitate to get down on one knee, put his hands into his dark shadows, and quickly tossed and flipped to retrieve a serpentine dagger and a seven-hole bone flute from its carefully collected treasure trove.

Aldrich saw the familiar flute, and suddenly remembered a series of encounters in the world of All Souls' Day, the secret festival island in the lake, between the real and the unreal, but considering that this was his biggest secret, he did not show an abnormal look, so as not to be misunderstood by others.

Grand Knight Tris occupies a corner of the cavern, and no one wants to approach him because he reaches out at will and pins a senior snitch with his spear, fearing that he will have a flare-up. However, this did not mean that the Fourth Knight was ignored by those present, and while most of them were always watching the battle between the two powers, there were still some who were staring at him closely.

Vampire Viscount Feernst held the bone flute in his left hand and put it to his mouth, gently blowing simple notes, hissing as if countless snake scales rubbed against each other, a disgusting and strange sound, instantly capturing the black scepter Dismaster.

The leader of the Grey Shroud frowned in front of the man for the first time, but he quickly overcame the mental torture of the "snake flute" with his willpower, and slapped his hands forward.

With a "snap", there was a roar of gold and iron colliding in the palm of his hand, accompanied by a circle of white qi visible to the eye, and even the edge of the vampire's territory was blown backwards.

Feernst's lifeless silver-gray eyes widened, and his left hand released the bone flute that had completed his mission, and before it fell to the ground, the gray-black mist condensed like a substance burst into a tornado-like cyclone, suspending the snake flute in the air and supporting the vampire viscount's reach.

At the same time, it dragged its left hand over the sharp blade of the serpentine short sword, and the rusty red corpse blood instantly stained the sword body red, injecting a negative energy source to activate the snake pattern, and pieces of snake scales shining with metallic luster appeared one after another, turning into a strange bloody blade sword.

"Kill!"

Feernst slashed forward with his sword, colliding with the pale waves of the Black Scepter Dismaster, easily crushing the shockwave with plenty of momentum, and flicking its human-high crescent blade towards the leader of the Grey Shroud.

Not daring to be negligent and despise the other party's counterattack, Dismaster raised his double snake staff, paused heavily, and suddenly rose a cloud of black smoke, condensed into a clown whose clothes were twisted and wrapped around his body, and a pair of goat horns grew back on both sides of his forehead, and it lowered its head and reached out to tear off its coat, revealing a deep darkness that did not end.

The Vampire Lord's String Moon Qi Blade rushed into the darkness without any hindrance, and quickly shrunk into tiny points of light.

The twisting clown raised his head, regained his twisted cloak, and laughed maniacally, and the smug laughter was so wild that even Aldrich Triss looked at it carefully, and was greatly surprised.

It turned out to be the "Theater Joker", the son of rituals who was killed by him on the night of Medici, is essentially a chaotic knight who draws his source from chaos and evil.

Unexpectedly, the clown Shack was not completely dead, and he was clearly split in half at that time. Could it be that he was resurrected by demonic power through the hands of the Black Scepter Dismaster, or that some kind of high pact spirit and oath spell bound him to prison and forcibly left him in the world. Watch as he effortlessly swallows the vampire lord's extraordinary sword skills, and presumably possesses or is endowed with new abilities. Tsk, these eye-catching marionettes!"

Witnessing the return of the theater clown, the Fourth Knight had to re-estimate the strength of the Black Scepter Dismaster, "Sure enough, no one can despise the big man who can rank in the forefront of the underground world, even if I break through the boundary and become a great knight of virtue, but the initial achievement of crossing the threshold has not even touched the edge of the realm, let alone these two veterans who have been in front of everyone for a long time." ”

The leader of the Grey Shroud would not reveal his cards for no reason, and he nodded lightly to the demon clown, only to see Mr. Sark, who had become a slave of the Black Scepter, rub his hands a few times, and the unknown magic trick caused an extra ribbon of flowers to appear in his hand, and then it threw it forward with great force.

It fell like a heavy snowfall, but when they smashed into the vampire's territory, it was like a powerful fireworks. The ground that had just been restored exploded, and debris erupted in all directions, leaving Feernst's embryonic field in tatters once again.

The Vampire Viscount quickly recognizes the details of the Dead Soul who embarrassed him, the creation of the Secret Whisper Sage Mordissi, who is second only to the Black Scepter Dismaster in the dark realm, and the most successful and failed child of rituals, Mr. Sark the Clown.

It couldn't help but glance sideways at Aldrich Tris, and felt strange in its heart: "It's not rumored that the Fourth Knight destroyed the seventh night of Modisir, and easily solved the two aliens of the theater clown and the iron soul. Unexpectedly, he was picked up by Dismaster and refined Mr. Sack into a curse spirit of the Black Scepter. ”

The fireflower bombs contaminated with the demonic chaos were quickly used up, after all, Mr. Zac hadn't been accumulating enough sources for a short time after following Dismaster.

Now it's Feernst's turn to fight back, channeling the light of the crescent moon in the Blood Castle and returning the vampire territory to normal. No matter how much damage is done by ordinary transcendent powers, only the realm can fight against the realm, at least until the black scepter does not show its domain, and no amount of temptation will only tickle it.

"Summoning powerful helpers to make up for shortcomings is also the most common tactic for us vampires who stand at the apex of the undead's body. ”

Feernst's face was as gloomy as water, and he held a strange round coat of arms in his hand, and silently recited the prayer: "The ferryman who guards the death of the Styx, the eternal child of blood is willing to submit to you, please allow me to raise the epitaph of the night." ”

In front of the castle where the cracks in the bricks and stones revealed the bloody light, in the midst of a roar, one after another, tombstones rose from the ground, and a pair of skinny and bony hands pushed away the dirt and came to the ground.

Among them are the Headless Horseman carrying a jack-o'-lantern, the Twilight Confessor in tattered robes, and a skeletal wizard with a phosphorescent chest, unusually thick joints, and bone spurs.

All of them are high-level undead, and I don't know where the vampire lords got them, especially the rarest Twilight confessors, as far as Aldrich Tris knows, only ascetics who have betrayed their faith can be successfully transformed, and in the world of All Souls' Day, at least fifth-order undead start, that is, the same rank as vampires, as for Feernst to be able to drive them, it may have something to do with the so-called ferryman.

The Fourth Horseman's hearing was so keenly aware that he knew the vampire viscount's prayer very well, and the silent recitation of that name and authority touched the heart faintly, and it was clear that the so-called ferryman was an immortal deity, and was able to respond on some level.

The Headless Horsemann placed the jack-o'-lantern around his neck, his hideous carved smile instantly activated, and he opened his mouth to spit out four flaming missiles and shoot them at the demon clown whose body was constantly twisting.

Sack grinned wildly, and pulled his coat to the sides as usual, and the flame missile that had deviated from its trajectory was suddenly forcibly pulled into the abyss-like darkness by an invisible attraction.

It looks up and is about to laugh when the Twilight Confessor puts his fingers together and falls to one knee.

Then, a pillar of light full of repentance instantly hit the demon clown, as if a highly poisonous electric current pierced through his body, and the pitch-black coat blew out scorch marks with a beep.

Mr. Sack's smile suddenly froze on his face, and it frowned a little unbearably, the symbol of demonic power, the evil goat's horn emitted a faint cloud of smoke and dust, as if it had been dissociated.

"Hmph!" the demon clown grinned, his hands slapped heavily, and the colorful rainbow magic ball appeared out of thin air, and his left hand was gently supported at the bottom, and Mr. Zack jumped up, and his right hand blasted out.

Flame Blasts, Frozen Blood Ice Guns, Chain Lightning, Petrified Curses, Acid Arrows, Toxic Novas, Arcane Missiles, and a wave of magic drowned not only the Twilight Confessor, but also the Headless Horseman and the Skeleton Wizard.

The ascetic robes were defenseless against the flames, and when they were burned to ashes, they revealed the dry bones of the Twilight Confessor, and then froze into pieces with the skeletal wizard, who was not physically strong, and was repeatedly whipped by a chain of lightning.

As for the rest of the magic, it didn't seem to be very lethal to the body of the deceased, so the headless horseman who survived to the end took advantage of the noise and hustle and bustle to float forward, and rushed straight forward to the demon clown's side, and instantly burst into attack, taking off the jack-o-lantern from his neck cavity and slamming it into the head.

Mr. Shack threw out the iridescent orb, almost exhausting the source of his spell casting, his body falling into a brief froze, and watching the blazing jack-o'-lantern fall, it was pointed out by the Black Scepter, and his hands pulled his coat apart.

I saw the blood-colored String Moon Qi Blade burst out of his chest, not only cutting the jack-o-lantern in half, but also breaking the headless horseman at the waist, turning into two pieces of wreckage with greatly reduced vitality.

"The sword technique qi blade that previously devoured the vampire lord did not expect to exist in the body of the demon clown, and it was released when the time was right. I have to say, the dry ground is beautiful. ”

Aldrich Tris was secretly surprised, he was also a little surprised by this strange and inexplicable ability, but when he secretly evaluated his knighthood, it seemed that most of them were restrained.

"Despicable!" the vampire Viscount Feinster scolded, but did not continue, since Dismaster secretly opened his mouth to point, it could also arrange relevant tactics to make the three high-level undead who fought each other work together.

The Twilight Confessor falls to one knee again, and in an instant a pillar of light falls from the sky, causing the inevitable demon clown to froze for a moment, faltering with a spiritual whip.

The Skeleton Wizard took the opportunity to come to the Headless Horsemann's side, piecing together the two pieces of wreckage, and threw his body forward, merging the two sides into one.

The Headless Horseman was restored, and with an extra pair of skeletal armor on the outside of his body, the Skeleton Wizard's head came to his left shoulder, chanting songs of unknown significance, transforming the dark green phosphorescent light that filled his chest into a source of spellcasting.

However, it was sluggish, and the Demon Joker resumed his normal movements, ripped off his cloak again, and shot four flaming missiles from the darkness that formed its body, the same gift from the previous Headless Horsemann, and now just in time to fight back.

"Bang ......"

Luckily, the Skeleton Wizard summoned the Bone Spirit Shield, and with the vampire territory full of negative energy as a source of spell casting, it wouldn't leave a hand at all.

The Twilight Confessor's attack is upon him again, and Mr. Sack's body is once again in a momentary stagnation of only a few breaths, which is undoubtedly good news, especially for the Headless Horseman who has fused with the Skeleton Wizard.