Ferdinand's vocal cords were rapidly recovering, and his voice was becoming more recognizable: "Bonaparte told you something! Give me water, fool! Go and dig out St. Peter's ashes, I want him to die without a place to bury!"

The big bald head was scolded unhappily, straightened his waist, and his face tensed. www.biquge.info As a result, his head hit the burnt ceiling, and his neck shrunk in pain, and when he touched his head, the ceiling fell to ashes.

"St. Peter was the only side branch of the Teutonic Knights, so he was taken away by the Holy See. Given that you still have a mess to clean up, Captain Alice does not recommend declaring war on the Holy See too soon. A man in a black cloak stood in the hallway and bowed, he was tall and slender, his cloak tightened as if he were afraid of the cold, and his silhouette was as thin as a cocktail glass. As he spoke, he pushed the brim of his hat up, revealing his pale, compact features, his nose caved in, and his complexion was as poor as that of a terminally ill patient.

"Dracula...... You've joined the Foreign Legion. Apparently you've found a cure. Ferdinand gradually recovered, his chest had begun to rise and fall, and he was breathing again, and the charred shell had become something outside his body like a bloody scab, because there were already delicate and smooth internal organs inside that were racing against time to regenerate.

"Not only did I find the antidote, but the antidote gave me a new lease of life. All this is thanks to you, Prince. Dracula maintains unfathomable politeness.

"The king may be dead...... Ferdinand took a step with his head down, and suddenly fell, being held up by the big bald head.

For as he took that step, his charred left foot burst open, and the charred shell peeled off from his calf, and the white flesh fell to the ground like a roasted sweet potato skin clinging to the flesh of a potato—thus revealing a bright red calf inside. The calf was skinny and bone-thin, and the skin was not only delicate and crimson, but also thin and transparent, and you could see the hastily formed vascular plexus inside, and you could also see the straight tibia.

All eyes were fixed on Ferdinand's skinny, fresh calf. The leg was so thin that it looked like a lame pirate's wooden prosthetic.

Dracula's gaze shrewdly flickered. He had already speculated that perhaps the skinny, thin leg was Ferdinand's true state, and since the ripe tissue had been stripped of itself, it was clear that Ferdinand was rapidly regenerating a new set of internal organs and limbs based on bones. To put it bluntly, Ferdinand was now extremely weak, and his real body was probably a skinny skeleton, covered in a tadpole-like skin, so that the charred shell and white flesh were gradually peeled off.

"I'm suddenly curious," said Dracula, cryptically, "why did Captain Alice push you out of the center of the flames with one arrow, if the intelligence says you're immortal?

Dracula is open-minded. He had seen amputated limb engagement, so he understood that bloody stumps were alive because there was still the potential to rejoin, and that cooked flesh was dead, because the transition from raw to cooked was a rare and irreversible change in the world.

"Dracula, there is a limit to your personal grievances. Don't think that if you escape from the borders of Sirisha, I will take you for nothing. Ferdinand slumped into the arms of the big bald head, struggling to warn the mercenaries.

"No, no, no, where is there a personal grudge," Dracula bowed for the second time, "I can become a legend in the mercenary world thanks to you." ”

This was the closest Ferdinand had come to death, as it had provoked the Teutonic Grand Master. Dracula discovers a way to kill Ferdinand, but keeps it a secret and allows Ferdinand to enter a new life where he will never die.

"If the king dies...... Dragoons and Wehrmacht could mutiny. "Ferdinand was in a hurry.

"Yes. Mutiny is possible. Dracula said softly, "So here we are." ”

In the roaring third-floor corridor, a row of stunned skeletons pressed against the wall, like a row of bright red sentinels.

A skeleton wears a twisted crown of gold. But the crown was gently removed by a small white hand, and after playing with it for a while, he sighed: "What is the use of imperial power, fragility is the original sin." "I threw it away.

The twisted crown rolled twice on the ground, stopping at the edge of a pair of snow-white bare feet. The bare feet were spotless, the skin was as smooth as ice muscle and jade bones, the calves were full, the thighs were moist, and the curves were closed at the waist, making the buttocks even more round. She was like a jade sculpture full of artistic beauty, and it didn't matter if she didn't care about it, she stood alone in the hallway of life, and she didn't know the pain when she stepped on the coals.

Then, she reached out and stroked the king's skull, lifted her pointed chin, closed her eyes and murmured, "Through the estrangement of the universe, O sleeping ancient god, give spiritual light to the slaves." ”

Her hair fluttered as she held her head up in prayer. The space around her ears suddenly cracked into four holes, and the shocking octopus tentacles flung out wildly, pale blue translucent, whipped indiscriminately in the air, extremely anxious.

The girl's eyelashes fluttered, and she was intently asking for the gift of the ancient gods. Her fingertips pressed against the skeleton, and a translucent signal wave rippled out, instantly attracting the four tentacles.

The translucent tentacles suddenly focused on the target, and with a "whoosh" jumped towards the old king's skull, piercing through the teeth, nasal cavity, right eye socket, and left eye socket, and reaching the skull's cavity. Then the four tentacles stiffened and trembled, and the electricity on them scurried around, as if they were swallowing souls.

Three seconds later, the girl frowned, sighed tiredly, and left the skeleton with a twitch of her fingertips.

The four translucent tentacles "whoosh" and retracted into the spatial wormhole. The space rippled with rippled folds, and soon returned to normal. The girl took two steps back before she lowered her head and opened her eyes: "A king who has died in a country, but he has experienced an interesting story. It's kind of fun to play him, women are tired of acting. ”

She spread her hands like a ballerina and watched it renew in the blue light of the evil god: the arms of the beautiful and well-proportioned maidens were being covered inch by inch with a layer of splendid royal robes, and every stitch of the gold thread was exactly the same as the old king's memory. She reads the memories of the deceased, and the costume design can never go wrong.

And the trembling diamond earrings and the bewitching pointed chin all turned into the old king's wrinkled face with a white beard, and his eyebrows were wrinkled, not angry and arrogant.

Fortunately, the people in the corridor have long since died, otherwise they would have been shocked to see this scene.

The "old king" stretched out his arms, looked down at the extravagant royal robe, and suddenly turned around happily, and he tried to turn his head to look at the whirling hem behind him, only to feel new and beautiful, and suddenly felt good about himself, and could not help shouting, "I am the king!" and his lips jumped with joy, and he "giggled" out laughing.

He was tugging at his sleeves to look at the royal robe, when he suddenly heard Alice shouting in annoyance outside, "Go search and rescue, the king may still be alive!" and then his ears twitched, and he heard Dracula muttering in ultrasound: "Dimi, how long will it take you? Ferdinand made the scene even more chaotic, come down and repel those dragoons!"

Feeling the annoyance of being forced to work, Dimi pouted, tilted his head and scratched his pale hair, pinched the royal robe and set it on fire on the burning doorframe, stared at it almost burned, and trampled it out with joy. She burned and trampled for a while, and finally rolled on the dirty carpet before picking up the hem of her clothes and running merrily to the stairs.

When she ran to the staircase, she suddenly slowed down, stood for a second, and then her acting skills exploded, pinching her pants in pain, dragging her limp right leg, and struggling downstairs in horror, shouting "help" all the way. But the first sound was actually a bewitching and slender girl's voice, which frightened him to cover his mouth, and his voice stopped abruptly, and only after coughing two or three times did he shout a hoarse and fearful "help". (To be continued.) )