"Dang!"

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

At the sound of the bell, a figure standing on the bell tower jumped directly from the top of the building dozens of meters high after attracting the attention of a large number of monsters. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bump!"

There was a loud bang, and the ground was smashed into large cracks. The figure, on the other hand, stood there unaffected.

"Whew!"

With a beastly howl, the seemingly lonely figure was suddenly surrounded by hordes of monsters around him.

He wore a black hood, a black robe, black gloves, black leather boots, and even his hair and eyes.

However, this figure did not show the slightest fear or panic.

"Whew!"

A bloodthirsty howl was like a horn, and at the moment it sounded, a large number of monsters around it rushed towards the figure!

In an instant, the robe lifted up, revealing the arm hidden under the robe, as well as the weapons on the arm—a pitch-black folding double-edged giant scythe, and an old-looking magic bullet gun.

In addition, the most striking thing is the cross coat of arms on the chest...... Blood-red crosses!

And in the next moment, in the face of the hordes of monsters, the figure did not unfold the scythe, but directly used the reverse blade on the scythe as a machete, directly slashing the three monsters in front of it.

Flesh flew everywhere, sprinkling the black robes and hoods.

The next moment, another group of monsters pounced on them.

And the back-bladed sickle that was originally split out suddenly unfolded with a flick of the wrist.

Immediately, a simple pull-back action cut off the second batch of monsters.

Large swaths of blood splattered in all directions, spurting all of them on his body, and his internal organs fell to the ground with a "crackle".

However, such a tragic scene did not deter these monsters, and even on the contrary, the monsters became more and more violent under the stimulation of the smell of blood.

Finally, a monster couldn't bear it anymore and went around the back of the figure and pounced!

"Bump!"

With a loud bang, as if there were eyes growing from behind, the magic bullet gun erupted, and the entire ball of magic crystal bullets blasted through the chest of the monster that was trying to sneak attack.

The scythe in the other hand followed, sweeping it along, splitting it in half before it hit the ground.

Finally, hold the middle of the scythe with both hands and spin it at high speed like a windmill.

The next moment, the scythe came out of his hand, drew a perfect circle in midair, as if cutting wheat, and split the large area of monsters around him into two pieces, and then flew back into the figure's hand.

Clean hunting, without the slightest superfluous action, every attack is aimed at the habits and attack patterns of these monsters, as if ...... An old hunter in general!

And in the next moment, the hunter spotted Wooger.

After a brief pause, he raised his weapon without hesitation and rushed forward!

......

Wallachia, in the middle of Dragonheart, beneath the seemingly never-ending night, is a towering castle.

Once upon a time, this was the reason for the pride of the people of Wallachia, because the "Lord Count" was here!

Once upon a time, it was a reason why Wallachia seemed to never be breached, because the "Count" was here!

Once upon a time, this was the happiest place in Wallachia, because "Lord Count!" was here!

But......

Now! Here's why Wallachia is a dead city! Because the "Count" is here!

Now! Here is the reason why Wallachia devoured the continent of Igura! Because the "Count" is here!

Now, this is the saddest place in Wallachia, because here is the "Count!"

The tallest tower in the castle! The throne of bones on top of the tower! The shadowy figure of the throne!

Here it is, Lord Earl!

"Agas ......"

As if enduring endless pain, the name is called.

The next moment.

Under the night, above the sky, before the moon, after the Count.

A purple flame burst forth!

And the figure that gradually emerged from the flames said in that slightly frivolous tone: "Become a new race, playing with the power of blood, enjoying the abundance of souls...... How does it feel?"

"Poof!"

With a whistling sound, a spear of black blood pierced Agas's chest!

However, Agas continued to speak nonchalantly: "Defeat the old enemy, take revenge on the new enemy, and destroy the entire Igura continent...... How does it feel?"

"Ahh

With a roar, black blood spears stabbed out like an overwhelming patch, taking away piece after piece of flesh and blood. In an instant, the body that had been wrapped in purple flames became a broken skeleton.

However, the voice that almost drove people crazy still sounded: "Suck your own army, suck your own people, suck your own wife and children...... How does it feel?"

"Ahh

Roaring, frantically squeezing the magic power in his body, attacking the burning skeleton in mid-air!

Crazy attack! non-stop attack!

The magic gushes out like a river bursting its banks, with the momentum and will that seems to destroy everything!

Break, smash, crush into powder!

But the next moment...... But as if nothing had ever happened, it went back to the way it was.

Even if the magic is almost exhausted!

Even if consciousness is about to dissipate......

Gareth slowly fell from the sky, embraced him softly like a mother, and said kindly and gently:

"I know...... Are you tired...... You're tired...... So go to sleep...... Let's rest...... Wait until you wake up before you continue...... Go on to destroy, to destroy everything...... My dependents ......"

However......

"I ...... Not your lackey......! Demons!"

Humiliation, unwillingness, stubbornness, but that's about it.

"Demons?"

Agas said in surprise, then leaned into the other party's ear, and said softly with scarlet lips: "I am not a demon, and there are no demons in this world...... My name is Agas Gudo Lelis...... ...... for the old god 'Lord of the Scarlet'"

"Remember this name and inscribe it into your soul, my dependents, my servants, my ...... Slave ......"

......

"Bump!"

The heart was beating suddenly, and the blood was gushing up, rushing to the neck, the wound that had already been scarred!

"It's a feeling...... Is it ......?"

"Mr. Stitch?"

The tone of disbelief, but how to explain the reverberation of the spiritual imprint that had been silent in the body for seven years?

With the magic power that was not abundant at the moment, Wu Ge did not hesitate to close his eyes and began to sense the source of that power.

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery turned black and white in my mind, and only the source of the magic was so bright red!

Brighter than blood!

More eye-catching than roses!

The power of Stick, who had been missing for seven years, has appeared here! This apocalyptic world!

The moment I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the night, and under the night was the tall tower in the distance, which pierced the sky like a spear!