The atmosphere seems to have become much more harmonious.

But after the two monsters looked at each other and smiled, there was no communication, as if they were facing each other again - there was no doubt that there was no "sincere cooperation" between them at all.

After a long time, Nasrezm said in a cold tone, "Now it's time to tell me your choice, Count Dracula." ”

Count Dracula said coldly: "What if I still choose 'no'. ”

Nasrezm's aura became more and more dangerous, and he narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly: "If you are willing to become a stepping stone for that man, then it will be as you wish." ”

Immediately after, there was still a deathly silence, only the dense sound of rain outside the window could be heard clearly.

Count Dracula's tone finally softened, and he tapped the armrest lightly and said, "What do you need me to do?"

Nasrezm said in a relaxed tone, "Sit here and wait for me to return, or come with me to visit the Daredevil and other monsters at Windsor Castle." ”

Count Dracula's eyes froze.

The choice given by Nasrezm is not pure, the former is a pure partnership, and the latter may be cited as a "confidant", but only if he is loyal to him.

Since he had already visited the Fire Demon Followers and the Demon Wolf Dependents, but they were not with him, it was obvious that these guys had chosen the former.

Although he and these two groups did not interfere with the river water, they also knew each other's existence.

Especially the demon wolf dependents, under the leadership of the black knight, even broke out fierce conflicts with the blood clan guards under his command.

He knew very well that the comprehensive strength of this group of werewolves was not much weaker than himself!

Since these "seniors" chose the former, Count Dracula did not feel that the noble bloodline needed to submit to an ordinary Nasrezm.

He is not a demon believer, and has no intention of being a dog for demons.

Without hesitation, he said, "I need to sit in my castle, and just now, a ghost knight with a burning black flame killed my mistress, and my authority in Transylvania has been offended, and I must not leave easily at such a juncture." ”

Nasrezm's expression turned cold: "Is this your choice?"

"Whether it's the Fire Demon Believers or the Wolf Demon Dependents, they all have beliefs, and it's forgivable to make a wrong choice......

Nasrezm's expression became more and more gloomy, and there was a hint of threat in his tone: "But you, a vampire who has no favor, should be like this?"

Count Dracula's expression changed slightly, and he was not to be outdone: "You are only the lowest rank Nasrezm, but you are only of the same rank as me, do you want me to kneel on the ground, kiss your leather boots reverently, and submit to you?"

The atmosphere was frozen,-for-tat.

"You're too arrogant!"

Nasrezm's momentum suddenly became more and more powerful, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and a terrifying and trembling coercion swept out.

This is the plague of hell that is feared by all living beings.

Nasrezm said contemptuously, "The demon who made a pact with you may not have taught you the humility you should have. ”

"Demon, you should be arrogant!"

Count Dracula stood up, his scarlet wings tearing at the flesh behind his spine like a curtain covering the entire castle hall.

The battle seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

The vampire squires stared at each other uneasily, they had never doubted Count Dracula's prowess, but the opponent was a legendary demon after all.

No matter how powerful vampires are, their power still comes from the gift of demons, just like some middle- and low-level puppet army officers, even if they encounter ordinary "Yellow Army", they will consciously be a head shorter.

Nasrezm chuckled, "In that case, show your true skills - let us settle our differences according to the rules of the abyss, and if you can get me to approve, I will allow you to be my equal collaborator, not a slave." ”

"I have a whole legion, they fight with me in the north and south, and they have an immortal body, why should I fight against you alone?"

Count Dracula said in a calm tone.

"Do you think I'm alone?"

Nasrezm stretched out his hand, and the surging dark green evil energy coalesced into a group: "If you want to compete with the army under your command, I will summon my servants from the abyss to see if your vampire army is powerful, or the three hundred dreadmongers under my command are powerful!"

Count Dracula's face became more and more ugly.

The Dreads are a fairly powerful race of low-ranking demons, and they are also the juveniles of Nasrezm, and it is indeed very likely that this Nasrezm has an army of Dreads.

And although his blood clan legion is by no means weak, it has only about a hundred people in number, and it is inferior in both quality and quantity.

For a while, Dracula actually had a feeling that it was difficult to ride a tiger.

But in a blink of an eye, Nasrezm smiled and said: "Haha, I'm just joking, you and I are just fighting, why bother to lose the army, in case both are defeated, but it will cheapen Dante's students." ”

Dracula suddenly borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and hummed: "What you said also makes sense, then I will fight with you one-on-one, so that you can learn the strength of my blood clan!"

"Good. ”

The corners of Nasrezm's mouth curled into a sneer.

He was, of course, Leon in disguise.

He painstakingly created such a heads-up environment and brought the fraud into full play, but in the end, he still had to rely on his fists to speak.

And dealing with a mid-sequence vampire is by no means a simple matter.

In particular, he has not been able to use the Flame of Vengeance openly.

Because Count Dracula seems to have learned that it was the Ghost Rider who burned black flames to kill his mistress through the information brought back by the little bats.

Once used, there is a high chance that Count Dracula will arouse suspicion, which will lead to a siege by vampires all over the city.

"Then let's get started, I'm — can't wait!"

Leon's figure suddenly disappeared, as if he had passed through the barriers of space, and was directly deceived in front of Count Dracula.

Instant Hell!

The sharp edge of the snow is fleeting.

Count Dracula retreated, but halfway through, a hint of horror swept across his pale face.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest, where a deep cut had been cut in just an instant, and between the rolled flesh and skin, the white bones were clearly visible.

He looked at Li Ang and said with a solemn expression: "This is the spatial ability that Nasrezm is good at, and it really deserves its reputation?"

If he hadn't been out of the realm of the living, he would have suffered a fatal wound in just this moment!

Nasrezm, who was disguised as Leon, smiled, but the words in his mouth were full of mocking malice: "Since you want to be a dog, you will do your best to be a dog, and jumping repeatedly will only make you miss the opportunity." ”

A hint of fury flashed in Count Dracula's expression, he pierced the Earl, the son of Grand Duke Vlad, how could he have suffered such humiliation?

He threw away his blood-colored robes and chanted obscure incantations.

The wind blew open the doors and windows directly, so that the cold night rain swept in, sprinkled on the body, and the chill was deep to the bone.

Immediately after, the rain quickly turned scarlet.

The rain curled towards Nasrezm, and drops of scarlet liquid turned into tiny bats, fangs open, and gnawed at the demon.

Nasrezm smiled contemptuously: "It's good, but what's the use of not hitting people?"

The black light flashed again, and Nasrezm easily dodged Dracula's magic.

If Count Dracula didn't want to destroy his castle, he wouldn't be able to unleash the full power of this blood magic.

Count Dracula was furious: "Shameless!"

"You think it's unfair?"

Nasrezm sneered, "Is it fair that I should stand still and be bombarded by your magic?"

Count Dracula shouted, "Let's go out and have a good fight!"

"Hehe, I'm afraid you won't make it!"

Without hesitation, Nasrezm turned into a black light and rushed into the rain.

Count Dracula followed, and the scarlet rain curtain turned into a giant serpent, following him like a shadow.

His thick bat wings could not be spread out in a cramped castle, and if he came to the open area outside, he was confident that he would be able to dodge the Nasrezm's attack.

However, events went far beyond Count Dracula's expectations, and shortly after he flew out of the castle, a cold light fell from overhead.

He tried to dodge, but the enemy's speed was simply too fast.

The cold light severed one of his arms, and although the next moment, the arm turned into blood and rejoined it, the pain still made him let out a terrible roar.

He grew more and more angry, commanding the blood-colored serpent driven by blood magic to desperately catch the enemy's tracks.

However, decades of pampering and comfortable life have long since made him forget the combat intelligence he once had, and the countless attempts to crush his enemies with powerful magic have made it impossible for him to use his magical abilities perfectly like a mid-sequence wizard.

The situation is already crushing.

Nasrezm's grim sneer rang out: "I said that you need to learn to be humble, and being in a corner will only make you arrogant. ”

Count Dracula did not take this stubble, but gradually calmed down, and he recognized his flaws.

He drove the blood-colored serpent to hover around him, on the defensive, its scarlet spit like the legendary Satan who lured Adam to fall.

"Nasrezm, you are indeed strong, if you can take me in the next move, I will be willing to surrender to you!"

Nasrezm's sneer pierced through the rain curtain and could be heard clearly: "Just let the horses come!"

Boom –

Heaven and earth were suddenly filled with a surging sea of blood.

In the sea of blood, there are countless white souls and bones, all enemies that Count Dracula has killed and imprisoned for countless years.

At this time, they are all unleashed, trying to devour all enemies.

He didn't have the slightest idea of sparing his hand, if this Nasrezm was killed by himself, how could he be worthy of being his lord?

Moreover, this possibility is pitiful, because Nasrezm is the best at spatial ability, and even if he is defeated, it will be difficult to kill him.

"That's amazing. ”

Nasrezm, to be precise, Leon couldn't help but feel a tricky feeling in his heart, if he was the real Nasrezm, he could escape in direct space.

But he was just an empty shell, no matter how much the Instant Hell was like a spatial ability, in the face of such an attack method with almost no dead ends, he would lose the room to toss and turn.

In Leon's heart, a surging tide of evil energy erupted.

The power that truly belonged to Nasrezm, who had been imprisoned by him for a long time and had never seen the light of day, was released by his own hands at this moment.

This was the first time he had used the ability that all witchers possessed—demonic transformation.

He could clearly perceive that when he unleashed such power, the indescribable "gaze of the abyss" that was automatically carried on his body was full of terror.

But more often than not, it is the power of terror that truly belongs to Nasrezm.

At this moment, he is no longer a disguise, but from the outside to the inside, even the king of Nasrezm will identify with his identity Nasrezm!

The instinctive spatial ability was quickly activated, and he was almost instantly freed from his trapped cage.

In Count Dracula's perspective, Leon remained where he was, and the sea of blood and the wraiths drowned him in the blink of an eye.

Count Dracula laughed wildly: "It's just that this level of strength is worthy of me to bow down?"

But the next moment, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Because he saw Nasrezm, who was entrenched in the sea of blood, sneering at him.

The demon was smiling contemptuously at the moment, and then said, "It's my turn!"

Countless heavy and surging attacks were inflicted on Count Dracula's body, making him immediately realize that this Nasrezm had actually preserved his strength from beginning to end.

And his most powerful spells can't even lock onto their targets!

He had no idea of resisting, and Nasrezm had already proven to him that he was far superior to him.

"I lost, and I am willing to surrender to you. ”

He shouted.

However, as if inspired by the ferocity, Nasrezm still waved his fist regardless of it, just like Thor wielding a war hammer, in the thunder and lightning, sweeping away the demons!

Count Dracula let out an angry roar: "Demon, stop, I said I would surrender to you!"

The corners of Nasrezm's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he finally stopped, only to hear him whisper: "Okay, I'll send you to meet your companions, the wolf clan and the fire demon believers are waiting for you." ”

A hint of surprise flashed across Count Dracula's face: "Aren't they in their respective territories?"

Nasrezm curled the corners of his mouth, his figure erratic, and the blessing of illusion made Count Dracula not even aware that he had taken out a stake of silver glitter.

"Of course not, they are repenting in hell!"

Just when Count Dracula was wondering what kind of abyss hell it was, Nasrezm had already driven a silver stake into Dracula's heart.

The screams suddenly tore through the sky.

Dracula felt all his strength running away, and he clutched his wound, desperately trying to pull it out.

However, this comes from the church in Transylvania, where the director of the cymbals carefully hides the restraint of vampires, and it is not something he can pull out.

As if he had recognized his fate, Count Dracula no longer struggled, but let out a wail: "Why, I have obviously surrendered to you?"

Nasrezm sighed, and the black carapace on his body quickly faded, transforming into a handsome Latino man.

He drew the Sword of Victory lightly and said coldly, "I am actually Dante's student. ”

"Impossible!"

"How could Dante possibly take you Nasrezm as a student!"

Until now, Count Dracula thought that Leon was a Nasrezm.

Vampires may not have the same sense of smell as werewolves, but they are more sensitive to blood, and Count Dracula can clearly sense that Leon has the blood of monsters flowing through his body.

However, it is all an illusion.

The "real disguise" that comes with the Nasrezm three-piece set can perfectly hide even the smallest details.

Li Ang said helplessly: "Alas, you have been deceived into being a fool, Count Dracula, you are really a sincere gentleman." ”

Immediately, it was crisp and neat, and the head of the sword was slashed.

Leon picked up the vampire's head, which was still roaring in rage, and smiled: "It's not as good as Mr. Dante's Titodios's head, but it's barely qualified as my first collection." ”