Henry patted the doorman in the pocket in a friendly way. The soldier felt the crystal shape he had inserted there, saluted dashingly, and continued his patrol, certainly not seeing a single high-ranking mage enter the restricted area.

On the way to the cellar, there is a row of sloping stone steps, carved from volcanic rhyolite, the ancient bedrock of the city, which leads to the uncertain darkness.

"Sofina," Henry shouted, and Drade appeared beside him.

"Liz down there?" she asked.

"Yes. ”

When Elizabeth was present, Henry never called Sofina. Although both of them were Henry's beloved, they both had an antagonistic relationship. Sofina hated giving Elizabeth vitality, and she performed her duties only to protect and please Henry. Elizabeth didn't like Drade's possessiveness towards her husband.

"What do you think she's doing here?"

"I'm looking for vintage wines...... I hope ......," Henry replied. "Let's go. ”

The cellar area is large and stretches for more than 4 kilometers from the Latz Gate to the Hartwan Gate. At the intersection is the most impressive part of the medieval building, a seven-sevenths column. As a result, the checkerboard shadows cast by the lights make the intersection impossible to visually navigate.

Sofina carefully tracks her surroundings and has a gift for spotting signs of human passage.

"Here, here......"

They arrived at a flooded lot. A layer of knee-deep water soaked the ancient stone carvings.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. ”

"Walking on water!"

Henry stepped over the filthy waters as if they were flat ground. He walked to the other side, and then came with Sofina's fairy light. The signs of human passage are now visible; Further on, he found a pair of abandoned sandals, covered in mud and useless. They belonged to his wife. He's close.

The two walked half a kilometer along an undug corridor and finally reached an intersection.

"Which way?"

Sofina tasted the smell of sweat in the air and the smell of people. Elizabeth loves sweet and fruity perfumes.

"She's—"

A scream echoed through the tunnel, a woman's voice, hysterical with pain and panic.

"Over there......," Sofina said worriedly. Henry left before he could finish speaking.

"Stride!" the judge chanted, moving suddenly, like a man shot from a ballista. Sofina followed, stretching out her legs to match Henry's supernatural speed.

They came to a room where the candlelight was low, and a few hundred candles made up a cathedral. It looks like an ancient shrine: the ceiling is vaulted, and the sides of the room are carved out of volcanic rock. His wife was there, but she wasn't alone. It is now clear that Elizabeth was not looking for a lost Hungarian Merlot cask.

"Licui......" Henry held his breath and swallowed nervously, his hands shaking as he spoke. "What...... What are you doing?"

Elizabeth was buried deep in the poor girl's body, her elbow sticking out of a hole in her chest. There was a crazy expression in her eyes, the same as Henry had seen in the battle, her pupils dilated, and the pale blue of her iris was pulled apart. Her expression was fast, as if she was having a pleasant midsummer dream. A pool of blood gathered under her, staining her white dress crimson, and the edges of the tulips stained garnet, turning chiffon into bloody tulle.

The woman, a stranger, looked at Henry with pleading eyes.

Elizabeth tilted her head, her pupils retracted, and stared at her husband. She coyly put on the expression of a mischievous little girl, and was caught taking some more candy from the jar. She slowly and painfully withdrew her hand and slid over the wheezing girl, as if drawing a sword from a bloody sheath.

"Sofina!"

Drade shoots Elizabeth and grabs the girl, injecting a wave of positive energy into her. The girl gasped, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, and lay motionless. Sofina looked up at Elizabeth angrily, then turned to Henry and shook her head slightly.

Elizabeth...... Answer me. What are you doing here? Why are you doing that?"

Elizabeth looked as if she was trying to make an excuse – but in the end she couldn't muster up the energy to do so.

"I'm hungry," she admits calmly, her voice drenched in lust in the dark. "Dessert is not enough, Henry. You should bring more food. ”

"You are not yourself," Henry cautiously walked towards her. "Who ... That girl?"

Elizabeth did not answer him. Instead, she lifted her skirt and wiped her arms with the hem. It did nothing, for the blood clotted well, embedded deep in the gaps between her elbows, fingers, and nails.

"Do you hate me now? Henry?"

"How can I?" said Henry earnestly. "You need help. ”

Elizabeth gracefully raised her arms above her head and swirled on her hind feet, like a red-edged flower, towards Henry. There is some dangerous carnal desire in her.

"We'll let you help......" Henry grabbed Elizabeth as she turned and threw herself into his arms.

"As long as you kiss me," she said, her lips parted.

Henry hugged his wife and felt his heart bleed. His mind went blank. Only once in his life did he not know what to do. He had thought she would get better, recover, and stay away from the war. She's having a good time in the vineyard, isn't she? Aren't they a piece of paradise there? Isn't that enough?

He leaned over to kiss her. What could he do? He had to get her help. Refuge, perhaps? Maybe his old friends at the Greek Middle School in Lake could help her. They have the best doctors in the world there, and surely someone will know about it.

"Henry!

Sofina's cry woke him up from the hypnotic kiss. Henry felt a sharp pain enter his chest, easily bypassing his ribs and slicing his lungs. His body immediately turned cold, and all warmth was snuffed out by the hand that held his heart. He coughed, arterial blood spurted from his lips, and Elizabeth's fair face was covered with crimson flowers.

Sofina transforms into her battle form. Her smooth, wooden skin was covered with thorns and thorns, and she became ruthless, and her face was covered with wild madness. Ironwood tendrils form deadly arrows.

Elizabeth spun, holding a ragdoll shield from Sofina in her hand. Soon, the tendrils turned into soft vines and wrapped around Henry's arms and legs, pulling him away from Elizabeth.

A heart-rending sound.

Sofina poured her life force into its master, even though the world of the magician had gone dark.

"Master......" When Henry stopped to take another sip of Sofina's mead, Gwen felt her heart pound.

"If you think so, I'm not an undead," said Henry with an understated laugh. "Thanks to Sofina, I survived. ”

Gwen turned her attention to Sofina, her bark-like skin or the dark olive light pine, her face a beautiful sculpture of art.

"Are you tired, Henry?" asked Sofina, worried.

"It's okay...... It's okay. There is still a little story to tell. ”

The judge continued.

"When I came to my senses, I didn't know what to do. Is Elizabeth attractive?Was she taken over by a treacherous spirit?How could my wife, the woman I loved, become such a monster?As I walked through the cellar, I found more...... Evidence of her work. She's always brought people here: mostly young mages, sometimes under pseudonyms. Mostly women, a few young men......"

"I have to find Elizabeth as soon as possible. God knows what she's doing, what she can do in that state. I called for help. There are only three other people in the world who know the truth completely, and they care so much about Elizabeth that they want to help me save her......"

Henry looked around at the crowd.

Mark threw a half-smile at him behind the still-glittering ball of death.

Agnes grimaced.

Surya crossed her arms and stared into the distance.

Gwen and Deborah held each other's hands, their breasts rising and falling.

"It took a few days to collect them. Thankfully, Elizabeth didn't go far. Every time she wanted to rest, I chased after her, tired her out, hoping that she would come to her senses. The old party and I followed Elizabeth halfway through Hungary to Geura near the Romanian border. Her killings continued unabated, and she began to earn herself a name: "The Countess of Blood". It is an ancient country, and the peasants are still superstitious. We were lucky that they thought she was a carefree person, a vampire, and if it weren't, things would be much more complicated. ”

"We followed her bloody crumbs...... She became insatiable. In the first town we arrived, only one person died, and in the tenth town, dozens of five or six died, sometimes arranged bizarrely in some terrible ritual. We struggled forward, and Mark used a combination of divination and scythe, trying to find out where she might be and where she was going. ”

"Finally... We found her in Gyulaivár, in the abandoned castle..."

"Aha!"

Mark staggered against the wall, one hand resting on his left eye. A drop of blood appeared between his fingers.

"Mark!" Agnes touched his twitching shoulder. The soothsayer raises his free hand to indicate that he is fine.

"She knows we're here. I lost my mysterious eye. ”

"Sofina. Henry gestured. "Tend to mark. Where is she now?"

"North Tower," Mark replied, asking Sofina to mend his bleeding eye, restoring some sight to the already swollen mess. The sudden mental feedback took a toll on his visual senses, and some blood vessels ruptured, possibly permanently damaged. "She's weak. I think we've harassed her enough. It drained her too much energy. ”

"Then let's not waste time," said Henry coldly. "Surya, go ahead. ”

Suya made several fingernail-sized accessories, each inlaid with diamonds the size of a quail egg. Upon closer inspection, these crystal forms were not mineral diamonds, but shimmering mana cores of celestial bodies that had been cut and carved into small bright facets. He sensed that their core was betraying their core. These are the hearts of the consuls, each one of which is priceless, carved and engraved to ward off all types of negative energy. In the past, Henry had them come and deal with Elizabeth's carelessness. Surya taped the accessory to their chests and said the activation keyword. In the blink of an eye, their bodies began to glow dimly.

"Are we going to push her into a corner this time?" asked Agnes carefully.

Mark replied for Henry: "There should not be a single human soul within these few kilometers. ”。 "After we told them that the vampire was hiding in the castle. She was exhausted and had nothing to draw on, and now was the time. ”

Agnes tried again to look at the expressions of their friends and leaders, but saw nothing but exhaustion and pain.

"Let's cheer up. ”

"Mass flight!"

"Ironskin!"

"Insightful. ”

"Sofina, let's get started. ”

A large pile of vines rose from Dillard and stretched along the walls of the castle towards the north tower. They watched as she rolled up the outer bread in less than a minute.

"Do you really want to do that," Henry Agnes asked, her own eyes filled with the weight of a repressed conscience.

Suriya's face is a mask of raw emotions and there is nothing to hide.

Mark was as calm and expressionless as ever.

In contrast, Henry's stoic indifference sent shivers down her spine. She knew how much he loved his "Lily Bird" and how much he sacrificed for her. His remarkable career, his wealth, the ten years of his life, the greatest power of a mage, all gave the woman he loved, making her feel happy and unwanted.

But the events of the past few months have stillborn this dream. In the hunt for the "Bloody Countess", the crew witnessed so many massacres and never returned.

There's no doubt that Elizabeth is crazy, but Agnes can't help but wonder how much of it was magically controlled and how much of it was caused by herself.

Henry's wife was a slender, shy girl with piercing eyes and a photo-friendly face. She wears a white dress and loves to show off her slender white legs. Lizzie used to be a sister, a friend, a comrade. If Agnes felt such bitter guilt about the inevitable, what kind of vicious storm must have been brewing in Henry's heart?

"Telepathic Bond!"

Agnes' inner musings were cut off by someone else's sudden intrusion, and at the same time silenced by the activation of a common spell. She turned around and saw Mark looking at them with his poker face. A staple food for divination is an essential gift on the battlefield, but it also becomes a potential source of annoyance because it unconsciously shares strong emotions. When their minds were connected, Agnes clearly sensed Henry's doubts, pain, and suffering. Her face flushed, and Mark should have felt it, but the man's man was as cold as ice.

"You should warn me," she said unhappily, turning away from him.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous," Mark replied.

Their thoughts are now linked, and the group has moved away.

Henry walked up the stairs, and Sofina's thorny vines sealed every passage they took. Surya and Agnes walked outside: Surya climbed the tower and made a mark on the window, and Agnes surrounded the same tower from a safe distance. Mark stayed underneath, safely managing the flow of thoughts and information, telling them Elizabeth's location and actions with a see-through eye.

Henry entered the tower and made known his progress by means of spiritual commands. The other two were in place. Sulya stopped just outside the window of the tower, leaning against the stone carvings of the Ottoman fortress. Agnes circled on the other side, her body filled with fireballs, ready for the worst.

To Henry's surprise, the ancient door, a wooden artifact with an iron hoop, was not locked. He pushed it away, his eyes adjusting to the contours of light and shadow inside.

There was a woman in a tattered white dress lying on a desolate, rusty façade. The air was filled with a strong smell of iron. Henry found his wife, the legendary Countess of Blood.

Elizabeth's slender legs protruded from under the dirty laundry, but left clotted blood on her once-white thighs. A trail of blood leading to Elizabeth gathered beneath her like a black sangria.

Her face had been weak and pale. But now it's ghostly, ethereal. Like a puppet with a string in it, she lifted her head vigorously. Beneath her black hair are her eyes, the pale blue hue that hasn't changed even in the traumatic state of her body.

"You're here. Elizabeth smiled warmly on her cold lips. "You know, I tried to save him. Or maybe it's her. I know you prefer girls. ”

Henry's mind was in turmoil, and a wave of emotion rippled over the telepathic bond. He staggered back against the door, disgusted by the revelation to Elizabeth, who realized what he had just seen. In his head, he heard the stunned cries of his companions. The next moment, Surya jumped into the room from the broken bricks of the tower window. Agnes also enters through the south-facing opening.

"Elizabeth..."

"Oh my gosh, Lizzy ......"

Despite their concerns, Henry noticed that his friends kept their distance. The uninvited metaphor emanated a cold tendrils of consciousness all over his body. His friends were right: they might think Elizabeth was her old companion, but their instincts as veterans of a hundred battles told them that she was a monster.

"How long...... How long?" he asked, with trembling lips.

"A month, two, a month pregnant?" said Elizabeth weakly. "It makes me feel hungry. I just want to eat. I've been hungry. ”

She coughed. Sakura glasses bloom on her white dress.

She coldly joked, "I could die for a Dobus tortilla right now." ”。

No one laughed.

"I suppose you can't ask Sofina to help me?" her breathing was now shallow, weaker. Elizabeth looked at Henry dignifiedly, lowered her heart-shaped face, and then looked up at him.

Henry felt his chest tighten and almost let his lips move, and then this rash move was "No!" "Be careful now......"

Elizabeth is his werewolf.

He has no power in front of her.

He was happy to have his companions by his side.

"No?" Elizabeth asked weakly.

Henry shook his head.

They stood silently, watching the blood ooze out, watching her pale skin begin to turn white.

Su Ya turned away.

Agnes wept quietly.

Henry stood, stoic like a statue.

"Vineyard...... Beautiful......"

"That's our paradise......"

“...”

"I'm sorry..."

Elizabeth's head was tilted to the side, and a parting smile hung over her lips.

There was a sudden shudder in the air.

A dark door opened. Black hole. Liz's signature spell, the beginning of the end.

His companions jumped to the window. Surya's shoulder slammed into Henry, throwing him out of the hole and flying into the air. Agnes fell from the hole to the south, remaining only a few meters in front of the churning waters of the moat.

Mark watched from below. The top of the tower was immediately engulfed by a mass of black matter, a sphere that had absorbed all the light. It only lasted a second. When it ended, only bare, ancient Ottoman stone remained, long before the Christian reclamation of the city.

"That. . . "It's long and short. Henry gasped, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "It reminds us of you, Mark. ”

The group turned to Mark. It's time for him to provide answers to his big scam.

"Why did you endanger Gwen? Is it for your sister? Do you suspect that Elizabeth had anything to do with her death?" asked Henry. "But as you know, our hearts are connected. ”

Mark's expression was unrecognizable.

"You think that's all?" replied Mark in a pained voice. "You think your Elizabeth is crazy in Egger?"

The soothsayer's face showed a smug and crazy expression. He put his hand on the orb of death and watched as Henry winced as he said the next word.

"Allow me, then, to generate: that terrible light of truth!".