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He saw a lot of bubbles floating on both sides, and he silently took in all the flickering images in the bubbles and swept them away.

It was the struggle of the remaining ninety-nine people, trapped in the demonic barrier of the Yaqi Blood Demon, staged in their inner world.

Dracula saw the middle-aged uncle, who was in a dimly lit room, surrounded by a mess, furniture falling to the ground, pots and pans being smashed to pieces, as if someone had just had an argument there.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground with a desperate face, and the woman who suspected to be his wife took her own things and walked away, without looking back, and disappeared into the distance, leaving only the man's decadent back. Then the room suddenly collapsed, the walls were smashed, the roof was lifted, and a large number of people surrounded him, all kinds of evil words, pointing and pointing, someone picked up the vegetable leaves on the ground and threw them at the man, and then more people participated, Dracula couldn't see those people clearly, only saw a black and oppressive figure constantly putting heavy burdens on the man's bowed back.

In front of the man, there were two children lying on the ground, asleep, their expressions painful, their breathing shortness, as if they were suffering from a disease, as if they were in great pain.

Dracula knew that all this was what the man had experienced, and the shadow left in his heart, under the control of the Yaqi Blood Demon, condensed such a heavy picture, and the man was deeply trapped in the painting, as if trapped in a cage of despair.

"Uncle......" Dracula only felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't do anything for him.

He moved on and saw more of his inner world.

Dracula saw the beard shuttling in horror and frustration on the bleeding road, he held the knife in his hand, and the sticky blood connected it to the palm, one innocent person after another, fell in front of him, his expression became more and more hideous, and more and more painful, he muttered in his mouth, and then turned into a weak shout, he said that he didn't want to hurt more people, but he couldn't throw the knife in his hand, because it was already connected, and he had no way out.

The beard knelt down on the spot, and people approached on all sides, it was the people he had killed, the dead souls of those people, who had come back to him with grief and unwillingness. Surrounded by the souls of the dead, the beard held his head and shrunk into a ball, trembling, and burst into tears.

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please don't come near me, please ......" the beard and his voice were hoarse, "I didn't mean to kill your ......"

But those dead souls are no longer entangled, how can they let him go?

So the beard finally compromised, he gave up thinking, gave up everything, and there was no light in his eyes, "I know, I know, you can take me like this, if this can ease your resentment a little......"

Dracula saw the heart of the rugged man again, the big man originally seemed to be a mercenary, but over time, someone left and someone came to his organization, he stood on the side and watched the members of the organization change, becoming a human being, and the radical approach of the new organization, he gradually became unacceptable, the conscience of mankind condemned him, and he finally realized the mistakes he had made in the past, and then he betrayed, secretly contacted the Knights, and he himself in one night, this strange place that had taken him in the past, but now there was no shadow of the past, and launched an operation in the form of surprise attacks。

As a betrayer, he naturally has to be regarded as a target to be eliminated by the Order, and for the Knights, mercenaries are all targets that must be captured, even if he assists the Knights in exterminating a mercenary organization, Dahan chooses the worst path, but this is his choice, and he will not regret it, even if he will not be at peace for the rest of his life.

Dracula saw the big man standing on the empty desert with bruises all over his body, looking up at the clear moon as if begging to wash away the anger and blood stains on his body, and behind him fell the same armed people, the guns in their hands fell weakly to the ground, sinking into the sand without making a sound.

"It's lonely, uncle," said Dracula, "and it's ...... like this."

I'm lonely, too, but it's okay, we all have someone to take us in, he said to himself.

The light in front of him suddenly became brighter, but in the center of the most dazzling light, a faint black light could be seen, or rather, a gap in the strong light, and he knew that it was the exit, from there, he could completely leave this ghost place.

Dracula stepped forward, the closer he got to the exit, the more he felt that there was a strong storm blowing against him, he moved forward against the nameless thrust, knowing that this was the last resort of the Yaqi Blood Demon in order to restrain himself, but he couldn't be trapped here, he made an agreement with Fina to take her back, she was tired and sleepy, so he had to carry her back.

So you can't be held back in this kind of place!

Almost reaching out to touch the black spots on the exit, Dracula suddenly heard the sound of swords, guns, swords, halberds, with the depression swept by the autumn wind, or the magnificent roar of tens of millions of people. In a moment of confusion, he heard the sound of bloodshed, the sound of limbs being cut open, the sound of his body falling, the sound of pain and wailing, and the cry of fighting against the water......

The exit was in front of him, Dracula still subconsciously turned back, the light cluster floated in the direction directly behind him, he saw the bloody hill, it was the hill where corpses and broken blades were piled up, the blackened blood stains were like huge cobwebs wrapped around the hills, everything was dead and silent, only the last old man, holding a long knife with a curled blade, stood on the top of the hill.

"Grandpa......"

Dracula was silent for two seconds, then turned around and jumped out.

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The cave had been completely darkened, the torches inserted into the ground had long since turned to ashes, and the magic circles that had spent a lot of manpower and time studying and writing had also exceeded the maximum limit they could bear under the energy released by the Yaqi Blood Demon, and finally persevered until the moment the seal was completed, and then was erased.

Only at the far end of the field of vision, there was a faint purple point of light, which was the location of the cave entrance and the direction in which Dracula was going.

There are potholes under his feet, and falling gravel is piled up everywhere, large or small, this place has been hit by huge energy, and it has become a mess, but Dracula is in this darkness, nimbly avoiding the potholes under his feet, rolling on the slightly huge falling rocks, and moving straight forward, as if walking under a clear sky, any traps and terrain are exposed, and the road is unimpeded.

His eyes, dyed with a real red color, were scorching!

For Dracula at this moment, he can see things that ordinary people can't see, such as the blood-colored particles in this cave, which are now full of holes, which are fine substances formed by the condensation of scattered blood gas, which can only be clearly captured by his true red pupils, and these shimmering particles, combined with each grain, are like lights for Dracula.

Now he has been reborn.

Dracula stopped beside a person, or rather, a person who died on his knees, he recognized, it was a middle-aged uncle, he was bewitched by the Yaqi Blood Demon, his heart did not resist the torment of despair, and became the container of the monster's power, and he could not withstand the brilliance of that power, and became what he is now.

It was like a flame burning, and his body was like charcoal, but Dracula could clearly smell the rich smell of blood emanating from his body, and the layer of pitch-black stuff was not a burn mark, but dried blood, the embodiment of the blood of the Eight Qi Blood Demon.

He wasn't alone, in this cavern, dozens of black statues were silent in the dark, never to wake up, and their bodies were covered with black dried blood, with a few lines that glowed red, the parts that had not had time to cool and dry up.

Although it was only a few dozen minutes, it was fate, Dracula touched the face of the middle-aged man, helped him close his eyes, and followed his memory to find the beard with his head spread on the ground, and the big man sitting quietly on the ground, and also helped them close their eyes when they turned into black sculptures.

Dracula continued to move forward and walked to the front of the purple point of light, at this moment the true appearance of the point of light was revealed, it was a magic array, compared to the huge magic circle deliberately written by the knights, this magic circle seemed small, but the spell inside was more complicated, and Dracula couldn't understand it. He didn't want to look at it, his eyes all fell on the girl lying on the ground in the center of the circle.

The girl's eyes were quietly closed, and the corners of her mouth were still smiling, as if she was in a dream, and her hair turned pale blue and white.

Dracula wanted to cry, but he couldn't help crying, Fina had done enough for him, he had at least been strong in front of Finah...... It's just not clear how long I can endure it. He picked up Fina, the girl's body was not as light as it felt in the inner world, this was the real Fina herself, and the faint temperature on her hand could still be felt, Fina was still alive, Dracula knew.

He took Fina in his arms and bowed his head to kiss her forehead.

There was a beastly roar all around.

Dracula was not surprised, nor panicked, as if he had expected this, he put Fina back in place, and then quickly ran away to distance himself from Finah, and climbed briskly on the biggest falling rock, looking down on the surroundings from his perspective.

Red figures, emerging from the dark corners, in various places in this cave, there were twenty or thirty people, no, it should be said twenty or thirty, although those red figures had the outline of human bodies, limbs, but they had long lost the qualification to be called human, blurred faces without well-defined face shapes and facial features, they seemed to be completely wrapped in red clothes, and there were only three simple white spots on their faces instead of eyes and mouths.

It is the hundred sealed bodies, except for Dracula and those who have turned into black sculptures, all the rest, although their hearts have also fallen into depravity, but their excellent physical fitness makes them withstand the huge power, but they have no consciousness and soul to control, they can only turn into such Senluo demons, or rather, blood shadows.

The wind that could be felt on both sides accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, the two blood shadows closest to Dracula had already pounced on him in an instant. Gaining strength, but losing their hearts, they are just a group of fierce beasts that enjoy killing, frantically attacking all the creatures around them, like hungry and thirsty to hunt and eat.

They were fast, as if they were going to synchronize with the wind, but Dracula waited for them to rush at him, and he was confident that he was faster!

He didn't have to worry too much about Fina being attacked, now that Fina's vitality was greatly depleted, those beasts targeted the attack, and it was those creatures with vigorous vitality that they had enough fresh and energetic blood in their bodies.

And Dracula bears the blood of the Yaqi Blood Demon, and in the eyes of the beast, he is like the most precious gem in the world to the greedy merchant.

Calculating the timing in his heart, Dracula's body fell down, and the two blood shadows above his head fluttered into the air, perhaps because the strength and body were not completely synchronized, the movements of the blood shadows were stiff and uncoordinated, and the reaction was much worse, giving Dracula a great chance, his palms were grounded, his body hung upside down, and the heels of his feet hooked the back of the necks of the two blood shadows, making them hit each other fiercely. The Blood Shadows were furious and tried to push away the obstacles in front of them, their sharp claws leaving incisions on each other's bodies.

Dracula flipped in the air, kicked the two blood shadows hard with two consecutive kicks, and then landed peacefully on the rock, his body surrounded by blood.

The two Blood Shadow Monsters screamed, as if they couldn't wait to launch a new attack, to wash away the humiliation and their own anger just now, but reality didn't give them a chance, and the direction in which they were kicked away was specially calculated by Dracula, and at the end of the flight, there would be death waiting.

A fierce light left a trail and afterimage in the dark space, like a blood-colored wheel, and the bodies of the two blood shadows instantly turned into two and fell to the ground. It was the sound of a slash! That light was a sharp slash!

Those blood shadows who also shared the power of the Yaqi Blood Demon, Dracula could feel it, which is why he could respond so indifferently. He stood on the rock, looking behind him, and the slash came from here, right there, in that dark place, there was a presence that was different from all the blood shadows, very strong.

An unprecedented crimson figure stepped out, the surrounding blood shadows were all vigilantly watching, compared to the others, the figure had more clear and distinct lines on its body, the burly upper body bulged muscles, its lower body even had a layer of torn cloth hanging around its waist, like an apron covered by a barbarian, its cheeks were more like a human face, with recognizable facial features, and even a long beard at the corners of its mouth, and long hair at the back of its head.

It held a half-length knife in its hand, which was also covered in blood.

Like an upright samurai, even though he has fallen into one of the fierce beasts.

"Grandpa......"