Chapter 331: Infighting? (Page 1/1)

"Sure enough, it's a clear landmark!" Martin glanced at the Witch Queen Moras on the throne of the Ark.

Bringing Morath is really right, and the family knows about one thing. As the founder of the witchcraft school, Morath's spell style and philosophy directly influenced the undead ancestor Nagash, and was inevitably passed down by the vampire Count.

If it were him Martin, he would never have explored the lair of that damn horror beast under the unconscious attack of Uncle Golden Shining Cleanliness.

It was the size of a dragon's den. The huge cave entrance is two hundred meters wide, and the concave and convex outer contour of the cave is like a dumpling.

But this place stinks!

Countless prey were caught and torn apart near the entrance of the cave. The cave was littered with the bones of the prey, but the bones and rotten muscles twitched slightly.

This scene made Sylvie and Gal frown.

Morath knew that she had to come out and explain: "The Horror Beast is an undead creature modified by black magic. It's basically a big bat, but it's the size of a dragon. It retains its hunting habits and does not actually need to eat. Just catch the prey, devour and tear it apart, and immediately it will fall out of the stomach pouch with its poisonous corrosive gastric juice mixed with the big hole. If the prey is a creature, it will naturally kill the prey, and if it is an undead creature, then it will ......"

It's the ghost in front of me, some of the half-corpses that haven't completely melted away are shaking and twitching.

There are basically no living creatures in the vampire's territory, except for living people who have become vampire slaves. These living slaves were saved from slaughter by wearing the slave collars of vampire nobles.

In order to feed these living slaves, the von Kastein family specially opened a vegetable garden to grow grain and vegetables in a place that was not much corrupted by the breath of death.

This practice of becoming his own slave regardless of whether the other party lives or dies makes Martin deeply disgusted. As Vimona sailed into the massive lair, Martin and Morath simultaneously felt the winds of magic fluctuating abnormally.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Gal and Sylvie next to him didn't feel it, but Morath was surprised by Martin's sensitivity to magical energy.

"Hosts, what if...... If you can allow me to envelop you with a dark aura, perhaps we can have an unexpected reward. ”

"Yes, cover Vimona as well. Martin turned his head: "Gal, you stay." The spearmanship you are so proud of will not be used for a while. ”

[Piercing the Dead Thorn Spear] is indeed a bunker, but unfortunately it can only be used against the living. Undead creatures are not afraid of heart punctures, and the only way to kill a vampire is to destroy its soul or destroy its coffin. Like the Lich's lifebox, the vampire's coffin is the secret of its infinite resurrection.

Originally, Morath was afraid that Martin would be disgusted with this practice of covering him with darkness, but Martin was a pragmatic Celestial Empire man in his bones. Moreover, in the history of another plane, Gilgamesh did not mind cooperating with the Assassin Ancestor Hassan, the Assassin who had turned into a heroic spirit, during the Holy Grail War.

Martin had a good excuse: "We have to get back to Rick Territory as soon as possible." ”

The sooner things settle here, the better.

Although Morath has lost the most powerful source of dark magic and can no longer obtain the Chaos Divine Spell from Slenish, it is still extremely easy to manipulate the magical wind of the dark attribute.

With a gentle spell, a cloud of black mist of magical energy enveloped the destroyer-sized Vimona, as well as Martin, Sylvie, and herself.

"Master, there is a secret passage ahead, and the spell on it is very simple, I can handle it. There are some pretty powerful dark creatures in there, but I can fool them. ”

"Do it. Martin was proud.

Ying Ying walked ahead, and Mora showed off her water snake waist and writhing hips with her steps.

Sylvie gritted her teeth.

Martin took Sylvie's left hand and smiled.

Sylvie's little mouth was revealed.

It turns out that the von Kastein family's evil magical heritage is really not as good as Nagash. With Moras, an ancestor-level witch queen, a large number of complicated magic arrays, as if made of paper, were easily broken.

A thick, foul-smelling mass of carrion tumbled in front of Martin, splitting in half to reveal a dark and eerie passageway down.

The slimy staircase made Sylvie's scalp tingle.

Martin rarely held Sylvie's buttocks, and carried Sylvie on his left shoulder as easily as a father held a little girl.

"Ahh

"How does it feel to sit on Wang's shoulder?" Martin quipped.

Sylvie was stunned for a moment, then replied shyly and with a bit of amusement, "Hmph!

Martin was disgusted by the filth of the stairs, but the purifying divinity in his body activated on its own, easily expelling the filth from his half-meter radius.

Following behind Morath, Martin quickly saw what the Dreadbeast looked like.

It resembles a large bat that has died and begun to decay. It has rotten, perforated wings, and a body. The huge bat head is sewn directly into the body, and its torso is a bit like a dragon. The entire back was covered with spikes like sword blades. The long tail is like the largest pendulum, which is quite terrifying.

Sensing Martin's arrival, the Horror Beast at first wanted to pounce.

Moras raised his hand: "Oh la, Di Mora......"

After the mysterious and strange black magic spell was pronounced, the terrifying monster with a body length of more than ten meters suddenly fell silent.

"Master, it's okay. ”

The road inside has countless forks in the road.

There was a strong dead air hovering in many places, and Martin knew that there must be traps or something here. Unfortunately, they ran into Morath.

In the most stealthy way of travel, taking the nearest shortcut, it took about fifteen minutes for Martin and his party to come to the outside of a huge door.

Violent fluctuations of dark magic, churning inside, crackling sounds, squeezed out of the cracks in the door.

There was also a curse with a faint divine power.

"Bastard, Manfred isn't here, how dare you rebel?"

"Haha! Manfred's era of waste is over, and the von Kastein family needs a new person at the helm, and that's me, Vlad von Kastein!"

Ying and the second voice, a coquettish female voice said: "Hehe! Your resistance is meaningless, you can't resist our husband and wife!"

"The dog man and woman must be separated!" a fourth voice sounded.

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