"You can't see the fangs, you can only see the blood dripping from the fangs. —A Kiss from Dracula

The convoy moved slowly, the crisp sound of horseshoes hitting the stone slabs into the darkness of the street, and then vanished, as if swallowed up by the darkness. The white walls of the religious area usually look extremely holy, but now bathed in such blood-red moonlight, it gives people an eerie feeling. Their shadows were stretched and truncated on the walls, as if they were being tortured in hell.

Foxy walked behind Deno, looked at the carriage that was moving slowly in front of him, and thought of the soldier who drove the carriage. Ever since he entered the city, he had given all the command of his convoy to William, and Foxy suddenly wanted to talk to this man, to get to know the mysterious soldier. He also knew that the first legion of the empire was the Dire Guard, and every decision made by the superior must have a deep meaning, since His Majesty the Emperor would send this person to transport the blood cup, it must have other meanings. He wanted to use this to understand the aristocratic circle he belonged to at the beginning, and he wanted to re-understand the realm full of turbidity and intrigue from another perspective, so as not to step into the trap the next time he stepped into this aristocratic circle.

"The empire must not be constrained by the church, but now the empire can only be subservient to the church, and His Majesty the Emperor has still received certain benefits after all. Then this time, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely not be bold enough to secretly underworld the Sect, so what he wants is the spoils of war, that is, a piece of the pie on Oisisno's corpse. Then this Soros Schwein must know how to deal with the Bloods, and if he really kills Oisisno by then, maybe His Majesty can really get what he wants. "Falsey didn't know why His Majesty the Emperor wanted the corpse of the Bloodline, but if he really speculated, the Emperor was not as incompetent as the book suggests.

"Stop!" William's low shout made the whole team stop completely in the middle of the long street, there was no sound around, and Fox could faintly see the bell tower of Hagia Sophia in the distance, but at this moment William stopped the procession, which showed that their enemies did not want them to go any further.

"Dawn of the night, bury my heart......" Suddenly, a cold word floated from the darkness from nowhere, and the moment this word reached Fursy's ears, he suddenly felt his heart shrink uncontrollably, as if he had been caught. When he came back to his senses, the dark alleys around him had been filled with white fog for some time. The white fog grew thicker, soon enveloping the entire long street, and Foxy could only see the people around him.

"Dispersal, illumination. There was no panic or the slightest wavering in William's voice, as if his gaze could see through the white mist in front of his eyes and reach his opponent's face.

The bright light exploded above the team's heads, and then the white mist was pushed away from the surrounding of the team, and an invisible wall seemed to be built near the team, so that the white mist could no longer get close to the team. That is, when the white mist no longer obscured Furcy's vision, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes lit up in the depths of the mist, which were different from the small eyes of the shadow blood bats, and those eyes that opened as if the devil had risen are definitely human eyes. Whether the owners of these eyes were human or blood, there was only chaos left in Felsey's mind.

"Ready to fight!" William drew his true weapon for the first time, which was different from the long sword on the day their family was purged and on that snowy night in Constantine.

"Rondell's blacksmithing skills really surpass his father's, and maybe in a few decades, he will be able to reach the level of the Apophis family. On the bell tower of the church that Furcy had just seen, the old man in the robe of the "wizard's camp" was squinting slightly at the city of Constantine with the white mist at his feet. But from his eyes, it gives people the feeling of looking down on the common people, and his gaze has never fixed a fixed place, but it seems to be locked on something. From the outside, this is an ordinary old man, with gray eyebrows and countless wrinkles. But when you see this old man's eyes, you will find that there seems to be a universe running in this old man's eyes, and the light in his eyes is too deep and mysterious. Only when you discover this, will you know that this old man is another person in the mortal world who is close to the "gods".

"Old friend, your calculations are still so long-term. You always think too much in your head, always thinking about the future, but ignoring your 'now', if you can live until now, teach your children and grandchildren to be better than I can do. The old man sighed, and instead looked at the city of Constantine looming under the bell tower, and instead looked at the place where the "Gate of the Fountain" was, as if there was something more noteworthy there.

"Lucifer of the Blood Moon, and the grey-robed Night's Watch in the Inquisition, what a show. I also spare no effort for a fountain of blood, and since you are all calm, then I will simply watch it. The old man slowly closed his eyes, closing his eyes was completely no different from an ordinary old man in the civilian area of Constantine, not only could he no longer feel a trace of energy fluctuations in his whole body, but also gave people a sense of twilight that his life was coming to an end.

"The mainland is regarded as a chessboard, all beings are chess pieces, and all soldiers can be successful, I don't know who is the chess player......" The quiet poem wafted in the night sky of the city of Constantine, which is the sonnet "Fragments of the Gods" written by one of the most famous bards on the continent, Bard Brando, and it is because of this poem that Bard was condemned as a heretic, but this poem has been widely circulated on the mainland.

"Is someone reading poetry?" At this time, Furcy's feet were already covered with blood. The owners of these red-eyed people are humans who have lost their minds, and among these creatures that can no longer be called "humans", there are also low-class bloods. Wave after wave of attacks came down, and the warriors, swordsmen, and knights in front of them were already covered with countless blood. Furcy, who was in the inner circle, leaned his body as far as he could towards the carriage wrapped in black iron, and he could already feel the blood moon in the sky and the things in the cart getting stronger and stronger. His instincts told him that the Inquisition's plan for today might not be so smooth.

"You can't see the fangs, you can only see the blood dripping from the fangs, you can't see the roses, you can only bury the petals that have passed away with the wind......" In the eyes of the blood clan itself, the blood clan has always been the only nobleman on the mainland, so there are many aristocratic habits and etiquette handed down from ancient times within the blood clan. Some nobles of the Bloodline are particularly fond of writing poetry, such as Francis Dracula, one of the three Speakers of the Bloodline Council, whose poetry collections are not only circulated among the Bloods but also on the mainland. The sentence that just echoed over the long street was Dracula's work, and it can be seen that this blood duke has a very unique aesthetic feeling.

"Are you finally no longer hiding in the dark, and you dare to stand on the empty street and fight us. William's sword pointed straight ahead at the long street shrouded in mist, and in the depths of the fog Furcy could see a faint figure.

"We Bloodlines are not savages like you, and we always like to play fun games with our opponents. Now that the game is over, it's time for us to start the official duel between us. The white mist receded, and in the blood-red moonlight, Foxy finally saw Oisisno's face. It was a pale and bloodless face, but this face had unusually handsome facial features, especially his long golden hair made many women feel ashamed of themselves when they saw it, his lips were bright blood red, as if he had just drunk a glass of blood, and his eyes exuded a sapphire-like light, bewitching and deadly. It is no wonder that in all the epics on the continent and in the mouths of bards, it is said that the blood clan has a handsome appearance that even the "god of beauty" is jealous of, and the nocturnal walk of the blood clan is also said to be caused by the jealousy of the "god of beauty". But no matter what, the Blood Clan has always been regarded as the greatest heresy on the continent, and the darkness and catastrophe they have brought to the continent and the human race cannot be erased.

"I won't let you run away today. William's long sword flashed, and the whole person disappeared in front of Furcy's eyes in an instant, and in the next second, there was an extra long sword shining with cold light in front of Oisisno's body.

"Your speed is not worth mentioning in front of the Bloodline, you Terran are too weak creatures to be food for the Bloodline. William's sword cut through the fog, but lost its purpose. In mid-air, Oisisno was spreading his wings and looking down at the earth, the smile on his lips as if it were a provocation.

"Holy Light Heavenly Array, activate!" Just when Foxy sensed that something was wrong, eight white pillars of light suddenly rose from the surrounding alleys and courtyards, and the surrounding fog and faint smell of blood were instantly swept away. In the void at Oisisno's feet, a huge magic circle gradually formed, and a white light suddenly projected in the sky above Oisisno's head, as if the gate of heaven had been opened, and the phantom of an angel in the light was slowly condensing.

"Is this your hole card? It's ridiculous! Do you really think this Blood Moon in the sky is an ornament? Blood Moon Tide Void Projection. Oissino glanced contemptuously at the circle beneath his feet and the projection of the angel above him. Then he stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly. The Blood Moon in the sky became larger and larger as if it was attracted to this continent, and finally a dark red pillar of light was projected from the center of the Blood Moon, covering the Holy Light Heavenly Array that had just been launched and the convoy on the ground.

"Damn, how did the tide of the Blood Moon get so strong this time. My strength was limited by at least a quarter, and this guy was a little more prepared than we thought. Scarlet Knights, Formation!" "The expression on Deno's face at this time was not as calm as just now, he roared, a burst of white light flashed on his body, and the whole person was covered by a set of white armor, this set of armor exuded a faint dragon might, as if it was made of the body of a dragon. Before Francie could be surprised, a small purple circle appeared in front of Deno, and then he saw a huge blood-red dragon horse appear in front of him.

"Is this the real Scarlet Knights?" Felsey's eyes were filled with surprise and envy, but more with determination and longing in the depths of his eyes. He has lost too many people, and he will fight with his life to protect what he cares about, and a flame that will not be extinguished ignited in the depths of Felsey's heart, and he wants to become stronger, just because he wants to guard.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the lonely long street, and the loudness of the sound completely overshadowed the sound of battle, and on the way they came, a cavalry squad of six men appeared. It was a blood-red team that was even more blood-red than the blood moon tonight, they were like cavalry rushing out of the deepest parts of hell, blood-red armor, blood-red horses, and everywhere they went, nothing could stop them.

"Ahh It was at this moment that Furcy heard a leisurely sigh from the front of the carriage. There is praise in this sigh, but more than that, there is helplessness.

"Judgment!" At that moment, William's voice came clearly from the top of a building. Under the direct suppression of the blood moon's power, even his voice became a little trembling due to the pressure, but his tone was still so firm and unshakable.

The angels in the sky were blood-red as they resisted most of the light of the Blood Moon, as if they had fallen from blood. After hearing William's voice, the eight pillars of light suddenly brightened, and the angel in the air pulled out a very ordinary and simple knight's long sword, and slashed at Oisisno below.

"Boom!" a white magic array slammed into the ground, illuminating the entire area, and Foxy could see the blood on everyone's face. The totals from those "Lost Souls" didn't stop, but the intensity wasn't as strong as before, so everyone was still able to resist it. But the moment the magic circle descended, Francie fully felt that the blood moon in the sky was frantically absorbing the blood power of this area, and then feeding back to the things in the carriage and Oisisno in the center of the circle.

"It's over, this time it doesn't seem to be going to be as easy as planned. Furcy's heart sank, if it was really his feelings, then this time they would face blood and death from hell.

An old man in a black robe, a huge red moon, some blood cups in the carriage, and every figure hidden in the unknown darkness. In the city of Constantine at night, what exactly will be the biggest unknown that will affect this battle. At this point, no one can stay out of it, and no one can completely see the smile from the goddess of victory.