Successfully entered the interior of the castle, and breathed a sigh of relief. There would be no magic array inside the castle, otherwise the people inside would not be at peace. This is definitely good news for Dark.

The balcony he had infiltrated led to a maid's room, which had three beds, all of which were now empty. The master did not sleep, not even the old butler, and even the maids of lower status could not rest.

The carved window was gently pushed open, and a dark fish jumped and hid inside, it was a moonless night, the visual distance outside was no more than five meters, and the maid's room was not even visible. Even if it was dark, he could not see, but the ubiquitous shadows served as his eyes, and they faithfully provided their "king" with what he "saw". As Dark's perception increased, more and more shadows reported the situation, and everything in the entire castle was under his control.

The three-dimensional topography of the entire castle came to his mind.

"Sylvia's location is underground, is it a basement?" Through the information from the shadows, Darkness quickly discovered Sylvia's location. She was now 30 feet underground, and her breath was already faint.

"I found you, it's really in vain that I worked so hard to sneak in," Di pulled out the "Akiba" double blade, "I shouldn't have to be so tired and tired anymore." ”

Now that he had already entered and determined Sylvia's exact location, he was not ready to continue to infiltrate, he decided to kill Sylvia directly in the fastest and most violent way, and rescue Sylvia before anyone in the city could notice or react.

"One, two, three, gone!"

Boom!

The wooden door of the maid's room was kicked open, and the maids passing by were startled, and several maids looked at each other. Was there anyone else in the room? But they didn't have a chance to think about it anymore - with a few flashes of coldness, two short blades swung out the wooden door that flew out, slitting their throats and bringing up a few streaks of blood.

Blood splattered, and the walls were stained red with the criss-crossed splatters of blood.

Gloomy stretched out a leg from the room and stepped right next to the head of a maid who stared at the boot with unscanned eyes. She didn't understand who killed her until she died.

"Poor and hateful humans. He spat out these words slowly. He glanced at the maid's corpse in disgust, and his footsteps did not stop. The boots stepped past the maid's side, stomping one bloody footprint after another on the delicate teak floor.

The swing of the double blades of "Autumn Leaves" was extremely lethal, and the few knives just now almost cut off half of the necks of those maids. This is just a few quick blows, if you slam it, I'm afraid you can cut off the whole head!

......

In the dungeon, Hersh, accompanied by the old butler, watched his guards torture Sylvia.

Sylvia was tied to a cross, her body covered with whip marks, the flesh turned outwards could be seen from the wounds, and even her clothes were whipped into beggar's garments, and the original emerald green was stained crimson with blood.

The so-called dungeon is just a large underground hall with several iron cages and a cross for execution, in addition to a large number of torture instruments. Most of the torture instruments were mottled with dried blood, which made people shudder. In addition to Sylvia here, there were many flower girls who were locked in those iron cages, all covered in scars.

"My lord, do you think that's enough?" asked Hersh, the guard, who had whipped dozens of times in a row and whose wrists were sore. Sylvia had been knocked unconscious by him.

"To wake her up, I'll ask a few questions first. Hersh said.

"Yes, sir. The executioner scooped a basin of water from a nearby bucket and poured it at Sylvia. Stirred by the cold water, Sylvia woke up from her coma, she was confused for a while, and when she saw Hersh standing in front of her, she immediately came to her senses.

"You scumbag, let me go!" Sylvia struggled, but couldn't break free of the chains that bound her to the cross.

"Hey, hey, hey," Hersh smirked wickedly, "beautiful elf lady, remember that you are in my hands now, and there is no way you can escape from here if I don't agree." The whip doesn't taste good, does it? As long as you promise to make me feel refreshed, I can guarantee that I will be released immediately. Heck, I haven't tried the taste of elves yet, so I'm really looking forward to it. ”

"Phew!" Sylvia viciously spat blood on Hersh's face, "Don't even think about it! Tell you, if you dare to touch me, the elves will never let you go!"

Since ancient times, the elves have attached great importance to each member of the clan, and if the elven court finds out about such a thing, the elven army will be able to drive to the gray goat manor the next morning!

Hersh certainly knew what the consequences were, but he was still not afraid. Where is this? This is the Terran Seth Kingdom, and it is absolutely impossible for the news to reach the Elven Imperial Court. Even if it is discovered after taking 10,000 steps back, without conclusive evidence, the Terrans will not allow the elven army to drive into the territory of the Terrans.

"Oh, I'm so scared," Hersh said, pretending to be exaggerated, "it seems that the torture is not enough, and it ...... continue to be tortured."

The guard picked up the whip and moved his somewhat sour wrist, ready to be executed again.

Before he could do anything, the door to the dungeon slammed open.

"Report, report, report, report......" One of the guards ran in with a bloody face, "Report, my lord, someone has entered the castle, and now there is a river of blood outside!"

"What?!" Hersh's eyes were about to pop out, "Someone broke into the castle, why are you only here to report it now?"

"The other party invaded too fast, and now it has only been a tenth of a moment since the other party invaded!

"Have you seen who it is, then?" asked Hersh again. He knew very well the equipment of his guards, even the soldiers who faced the kingdom's ace legion had the strength to fight, how could he not be able to stop it even in a short time?

He ...... He...... He's ......" Hersh asked, and the guard's face was suddenly filled with horror!

Rumble!

Without warning, a piece of the ceiling fell, and the guard who had just come to report to him pressed underneath, and blood flowed out.

When the smoke cleared, a pair of small black horns were the first to emerge from the smoke.

"It's not an elf, it's a demon. ”