In the darkness, thunder and lightning flashed, and dark clouds covered the moon.

Torrential rain poured down.

Countless vampire bats flutter their wings from all directions, and converge into the majestic castle standing on the hillside like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The famous piercing Bedgula was sitting on a throne inlaid with gold and silver in the middle of the main hall, and he was asleep with his eyes closed, when he suddenly seemed to learn some kind of news from the mouths of the 🦇 returning bats, and a trace of anger suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

"If anyone dares to kill my mistress, I will take revenge!"

The countless black bats that inhabited the castle suddenly let out a piercing scream in unison.

The servants of the castle, the soldiers, and the mistress of Count Dracula fell to their knees, and the lightning flashed outside the window, reflecting their faces pale, and sharp canine teeth could be faintly seen sticking out of the corners of their mouths.

"Nikon, you immediately lead the Iron Thorn Guards to the city and capture all the people of the Byzantine caravan, and not let any of them go!"

Dracula's majestic voice echoed through the hall.

"Yes!"

A tall, muscular, stubborn Magyar vampire suddenly said respectfully.

He stood up and strode away.

A group of soldiers dressed in chain mail and armed with long-handled battle axes immediately followed him, riding their horses towards the city.

These elites who once followed Piercing Count on the battlefield have also been transformed into a blood clan by Count Dracula, who will unconditionally implement his iron-fisted methods.

Time ticked by.

Suddenly, a surging coercion swept in from outside the hall door, as if some unspeakable murderous thing had quietly pulled the door.

In the thunder and lightning, the gate was kicked open, and the dense rain sound instantly became loud, and a tall monster with a height of three meters strode in from the rain curtain.

The sinuous horns, the black scale armor, and the huge bat wings that are as thick as vampires all show Count Dracula's identity.

Count Dracula said with a solemn expression, "Nasrezm?"

Even though they are essentially classified as demons, vampires do not agree with this, and their fear and fear of demons are more than worship.

The comer said contemptuously, "You are the so-called Count Dracula, right?"

"Bold!"

The vampire soldiers hidden in the darkness let out a roar, swords unleashed, crossbows wound and clanged.

Count Dracula frowned slightly: "How did Nasrezm, who is the most adept at intrigue and trickery in the legend, find our blood clan?"

The visitor looked around and said contemptuously: "Of course it is useful to find you a place to get you, otherwise, a mere mid-order blood clan earl is also worthy of me to visit in person?"

Count Dracula's pale face instantly twisted into a monster's bloody mouth, and let out a roar full of anger: "Ugly demon, do you believe that if I give an order, my soldiers will chop you into pulp?"

Nasrezm's expression was indifferent and he said contemptuously: "When did our hounds learn to grin at their masters?"

Being so humiliated, Count Dracula's face gradually returned to normal.

With a look of anger, Count Dracula said expressionlessly, "What the hell is the matter with you?"

In any case, he did not want to be an enemy of Nasrezm, who was known for his insidious viciousness and came and went without a trace.

Nasrezm said coldly: "Count Dracula, do you know that the legendary demon hunter who killed our ancestor Nasrezm, Titodios, Dante?"

Count Dracula's face couldn't help but shiver, but Dante was a nightmare in the hearts of all the demons who lived in this world.

He said coldly, "Why, you won't be crazy and want to deal with that person, right?"

Nasrezm nodded, "That's right!"

Count Dracula's face squeezed a sarcastic expression, as if he had heard some kind of big joke, and the shrill laughter echoed through the main hall.

Then, word by word, he said, "Are you looking for death?"

Nasrezm sneered: "I don't dare to deal with Dante, but that doesn't mean I dare not deal with his students. And his students are participating in the grass trials organized by the demon hunters at this time, and their hunting targets include you. ”

Count Dracula's expression changed slightly, but there was still a nonchalant expression on his face: "So what? The people who participated in the grass trial were all low-order witchers, so why should I be afraid?"

"Hahahaha. ”

This time it was Nasrezm's turn to laugh wildly.

When Count Dracula's expression became more and more gloomy, he stopped laughing, and then said: "You are really confident in yourself, even I, I dare not confront Dante's students head-on, the teacher is a monster, and his students are not monsters?"

Count Dracula's expression gradually became solemn: "So what, is it possible that I know that he is going to kill me, so I have to put down my inheritance and flee in a hurry?"

Nasrezm said coldly: "Of course not, this is also the purpose of my visit." ”

He spread his hands and said in a tone full of seduction, "I have visited the Flame Demon Cult in the Alps and the Demon Wolf Dependents in the Bethel Abbey in Lucerne, and after you have left, I will need to visit the Night Demon in Windsor Castle and the many mid-order monsters in Northern Europe. ”

"You are scattered all over the place, and in the face of that student of Monsieur Dante, you will only be broken by each one and become a stepping stone for him to show his martial prowess.

I alone can unite you and unite you into a rope to launch a deadly attack on Dante's students. ”

Count Dracula's expression moved slightly: "What benefits do you get by doing this?"

Nasrezm smiled grimly: "For countless years, Dante's name has been like a nightmare, pressing on the heads of all of us Nasrezm, killing his students, I will definitely have a reputation in the abyss of fear, and may even get the opportunity to break through the high sequence." When the time comes, I will not do you any wrong. ”

"Huh. ”

Count Dracula laughed, and then said coldly: "You said so much, but how can I believe you, a demon known for fraud?"

Nasrezm scoffed, "You don't think I'm fooling you with everything I said, so what's in it for me?"

Count Dracula said coldly: "Perhaps, that Dante's student didn't target me at all, you just wanted to trick me into being your thug." ”

Nasrezm laughed, "Even if that's the case, isn't killing Dante's students enough to make you famous in the Dark World, or even make this a gathering place for all vampires?"

He said softly: "Imagine that countless high-level blood clans are prostrate at your feet, and you will transcend the rank of the earl, step by step, and even beyond the scope of the duke, and become the only high-order vampire in this world, and then, even if the church does its best to encircle and suppress, you can lead your subordinates to retreat into the surface abyss and occupy a place in it." ”

Count Dracula's eyes flashed with a hint of yearning, and he said coldly: "Your Excellency's ability to draw cakes is indeed admirable, no wonder so many determined humans will be lured into depravity by you Nasrezm. ”

The corners of Nasrezm's mouth hooked up a hint of ridicule: "Aren't each other, vampires like yours, the monsters that most resemble us?"

"Hahaha. ”

In the dark hall, two monsters with grim smiles looked at each other and laughed.

Each has a ghost!