Prince Gurman, who turned into a four-winged demon, flew into the air, and the tips of the four demon's wings shot four blood-colored beams at Rog, who turned into a white werewolf and dodged, the beam of light cut through the large rectangular table with a silver coffin in the center of the restaurant, and the table collapsed with a bang.

The white wolf, who dodged the beam, turned and rushed towards the wall on the side of the hall, and the four blood rays shot by Prince Gurman followed closely behind, and the white wolf jumped into the air and embedded its four paws into the wall, climbing the wall like a gecko, and the four blood rays left four deep cracks in the wall behind him.

The white wolf quickly climbed to the top of the high wall, reflexively jumped and stabbed into the wall of the ceiling with his front paws, and Prince Gurman in mid-air saw this, and his eyes shot out two blood-colored beams, hitting the wall where the wolf's claws hooked, blasting a large hole in the wall.

The white wolf hanging in the air swung forward a second before the red light hit the wall, and its front paws broke away from the wall hit by the beam, and pounced on the huge crystal chandelier in the center of the hall.

The white wolf grabbed the edge of the chandelier, swung the chandelier high with the help of his body's inertia, and stabbed his claws into the rock wall of the roof again, and the six beams shot by Prince Gurman cut the crystal chandelier into six pieces, but did not even touch a single feather of the small furball.

The destroyed chandelier shattered in an instant, and a large number of broken crystal fragments poured down like a torrential rain, Prince Gurman hurriedly flapped his wings and retreated to the side, dodging the broken crystals flying everywhere, and the white wolf took advantage of the momentum to gallop on the ceiling, and landed on Prince Gurman's body in the air.

Prince Gurman, who was pounced on by the white wolf, grabbed the white wolf's claws with his claws, and the two fell to the ground from the air together, smashing the stone slabs on the floor of the hall.

The white wolf stabbed at Prince Gurman with its claws, its claws slashing at the ground like five sharp knives, and Prince Gurman suddenly disappeared with the sound of the floor cracking.

The astonished white wolf looked up sharply and saw that the dark and old castle restaurant was gone, replaced by a sunny forest, surrounded by lush plants and the scent of birds and flowers, and the sun spilled down from the leaves, forming beams of light on the forest path.

He got up from the ground in confusion and sniffed the smell around him, there was no vampire smell in the air, and he was about to look around to check the situation when he heard a girl's screams and cries from the nearby jungle.

His first thought was that Lilith was in danger, but then he was sure it wasn't Lilith's voice, and Rogge turned and rushed in the direction from which the sound came, stopping his steps as he approached the place of the incident, staring blankly at the astonishing scene in front of him.

A little girl of four or five years old sat on the ground in a plain coarse cloth shirt, her face panicked and frightened, the tears on her face and the screams that echoed in the ears of the white wolf hit her heart like a hammer.

Not far in front of the girl, a man with a logging axe looked forward with horror and anguish on his face, and in front of him stood a muscular werewolf with a bloody wound on his shoulder, and his claws had pierced the lumberjack's heart.

"No, none of this is true!" Rog took a step back when he saw this, and he saw the lumberjack collapse weakly, and the werewolf standing in front of the lumberjack turned around and tried to escape, and at this moment a figure suddenly appeared behind the werewolf, and the silver sword in his hand pierced the werewolf's chest.

"Murphy......" Rogge looked at the sudden appearance of Murphy in shock, and saw that he pulled out the silver sword pierced into the werewolf's chest with a gloomy face, and did not look in the direction of Rog at all, and stepped over the werewolf who was lying in a pool of blood to the little Lori who was sitting on the ground.

He threw the silver sword in his hand on the ground, picked up the little Lori who was sitting on the ground crying, and stroked her head with his hand to comfort her trembling heart, Rogge watched this scene quietly, how in his heart he hoped that everything that happened fifteen years ago was the same as what he saw now.

However, before he could come back to his senses, Murphy's body suddenly twitched, and Rogge was surprised to see the little "Catherine" who was held in Murphy's arms raise her head and show a gloomy smile, her little hand penetrated Murphy's chest, and the face of the tricky maid Anne reflected in his face.

"No, no......" Rog muttered to himself, seeing Murphy fall to the ground, and Anne, who was sitting on the ground, turned around and put a smug smile into his eyes, feeling a splitting headache Rogge roared and rushed towards Anne, but suddenly the scenery changed in front of him, and a village appeared in front of him.

Anne's place still sat a little Lori, who looked older than the young Catherine before, and beside her there was a young woman in shabby clothes, holding the trembling little Lori beside her tightly, and a man in a silver robe was holding a heavy book in his hand, and was talking loudly.

Rogge watched this scene in a daze, and saw the silver-robed man with his back to him pointing at the mother and daughter and shouting loudly, and a group of priests who were also wearing silver robes stepped forward to drag the mother and daughter up, and despite the girl's hoarse cries and the mother's mournful pleading, dragged them onto the firewood pile and tied them to the wooden shelf.

As the torches thrown on the firewood pyre ignited the pyre, the raging flames quickly engulfed the mother and daughter, the mother's cry and the mournful cry of the little Lori echoed over the entire village, and the villagers gathered around did not have the slightest sympathy and pity on their faces, but cheered and cheered in unison.

Seeing this, Rog felt that his mind was about to explode, and he rushed to the fire in a frenzy, not even noticing that he had passed over the body of the silver-robed chief priest, and when he passed through the fire and realized that something was wrong, he turned around to see the high priest Goethe appear behind him, stabbing a sword into his chest.

Rog glanced down at the sword that had been inserted into his chest, and saw that the high priest's grinning face had gradually turned into that of Prince Gurman, and the sword in his hand had turned into a vampire's claw.

A drop of blood flowed from the corner of Rog's mouth, but he did not fall, but stood straight in place, staring at the prince's face with hatred, and the frost quickly condensed on the prince's body, turning both Rogge and Prince Gurman into ice sculptures.

......

When Rog threw Prince Gurman to the ground, Lilith, the little owl flying in mid-air, suddenly noticed that everything around her had changed into a small village, and she looked curiously at the familiar villages around her, and saw a large group of people gathered near the clock tower in the village.

She flew to a nearby house to look at the crowd, turned into a little Lori and stood on the roof and stretched her neck to see what was going on, she saw a mother and daughter being dragged by the silver-robed priest to two piles of firewood, and a priest pointed at them coldly and complained.

In an instant, the nightmare that had hovered in Lilith's mind for countless nights was awakened, and little Lori trembled and looked at herself who was embraced by her mother, and her mother's comforting voice echoed in her ears on that terrible day, and endless fear hit her heart again.

"Mommy......" Lilith murmured in a trembling voice, she saw her mother gently caressing her face with her hand, bowing her head and kissing her head continuously, she vaguely remembered her mother's soft embrace, remembered the fragrance emanating from her mother's body, remembered her gentle smile and voice, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Suddenly, a high-pitched shout shattered Lilith's memories of her mother, and she saw the silver-robed priests forcibly separating the mother and daughter, dragging them violently to the pyre and tying them with ropes, and she heard her own terrible cries, and heard her mother's pleas for the priests, and at that moment, she felt her heart completely broken.

When the flames were blazing from the pyre, looking at herself engulfed in flames, Lilith's ears still echoed her mother's comforting voice, she saw that her mother didn't care about the flames that had burned all over her body, her eyes stared at her daughter on the side, and shouted: "Lily, don't be afraid, Mommy is by your side, Mommy will always be with you!"

"Mommy, Mommy!" Lilith cried out with tears streaming down her face, a flame of hatred ignited in her tearful eyes, and she turned her head back sharply to look at the silver-robed priest, her clenched little fists trembling violently, and the anger of revenge exploded in her little heart.

She jumped down from the house and rushed into the crowd with all her might, and suddenly saw a silver sword lying quietly on the ground in front of her, Lilith subconsciously grabbed the sword on the ground, clenched the heavy silver sword with both hands and rushed into the crowd, and with a loud shout, the silver sword was inserted into the back of the silver-robed priest.

The village was gone, the crowd of onlookers was gone, the mother and daughter burned to death by the flames were gone, and all that was left in front of Lilith was the cold, dark hall, the silver sword in her hand plunged into the back of Prince Gurman, who was frozen in frost.

With the sound of ice cracking, Prince Gurman disappeared in a miserable scream, and the ice on the white wolf's body that was pierced through the chest by the vampire's claws melted instantly, he knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, looked up at Lilith with teary eyes, and little Lori looked at him silently, and the mother's smiling face in the tears in her eyes had not yet dispersed.

When the wound on his chest slowly healed, the white wolf changed back to Rogge's appearance, he stumbled to Lilith, knelt down and held her in his arms, Lilith hugged him tightly, buried her head in his arms and sobbed, "I miss my mother, I really miss her, I wish she could call my name again......"

Rogge nodded silently, kissed her lightly on the corner of her forehead, and said softly: "She has always been there, never left you, because she is a mother, and her love holds up your world......"

In the dark hall, one big and one small kneeling among the broken ice, hugged each other tightly, remembering everything they had just seen in their hearts, silent, only each other's arms warmed them, and even the broken ice scattered around them melted silently.

After a long time, a soft voice broke the silence: "Thank you, my friend, for helping me free from the bondage of that demon and setting me free again. ”

Rogge, who heard the voice, raised his head and saw the ghost of Duke Raphael floating beside him, and the Duke looked at him with concern and asked, "I wonder if that companion of yours is already safe and sound?"

"Thank you Duke, Catherine is safe, thank you for your guidance and help!" Rog said, standing up with Lilith in his arms.

"That's great," said the duke, bowing slightly in relief, and looking at Rogge's expression, "Is there anything else I can do?"

"To tell you the truth, in addition to eradicating Prince Gurman, I have come this time and need your help on one important matter," Rogge saw the duke ask, and simply said bluntly, "I need your help to kill the duchess." ”