Making fun of Aozaki Orange's figure, Chen Qi tiredly put his head against the wall, his eyelids lingered almost indistinguishable from each other, and the hunger made him feel that he would be able to eat half of the cow, and the little thing he ate at noon would have been handed over to Aozaki Orange.

Today's two magic battles combined, it was not tiring to do this 'soil method steelmaking' breaking operation, and the magic power was directly drained, how can this account be considered a loss.

"I'll take a nap, you stay quiet, don't run around."

"Meow ......"

The folded ear cat rubbed Chen Qi's palm, revealing a humanized and uneasy expression, making Chen Qi realize once again that this cat's origin was extraordinary.

It's like life out of some lab.

But it doesn't matter.

Stretched out his hand and rubbed the little head of the folded cat, and patted it firmly, Chen Qi said angrily: "Don't worry, I'll recover after a sleep, I still have a lot of beauties to see, how can I fall here." ”

Giving a 'defense' command to the puppet to protect himself and the folded ear cat, Chen Qi relaxed his spirit, satisfied the lingering request of his eyelids, and entered a deep sleep, although he was a little tired, but with such a magical manipulation experience, the benefits he got were also good.

As for beware of this magician girl?

If the other party touched the defensive magic that he had left in the puppet's body, which was used to maintain the operation and execute the command, Chen Qi would immediately wake up from his slumber.

Even if he was exhausted, if he wanted to kill a magician who didn't have a high-end dress to protect him, it would only be a matter of flipping his palm.

Seeing Chen Qi close his eyes, the folded ear cat looked at the night outside the window, obediently jumped into Chen Qi's arms and coiled up, rubbed his arm, closed his eyes and fell asleep, not disgusted by the pungent smell of blood in the room.

It's like I'm used to the smell.

…………

Something happened to Aozaki Orange.

Yoko let out a sigh of relief and sat alone on the sofa, putting down the phone in her hand, her eyes a little dazed.

She had just reached a limited agreement with Fanny, the Mujik family's agent, at noon, and before she could catch her breath, she received news that her friend had been attacked.

At night, Julius didn't contact him, and the darkness of fear weaved through the news, like a giant hand pinching Yoko's heart, making her almost breathless.

Undoubtedly, this is for her, even if she doesn't want to pull oranges into this pool, Yoko also needs someone to be an invisible arm, a voice for the heart, but in just a few days, from his brother to his friend, there have been accidents one after another, and Julius has lost news.

She silently looked at the people related to her, and disappeared into the darkness one after another, but she didn't even have the qualifications to cry.

A magician cannot cry because no one will have mercy.

"Does He have woken up?"

Yoko raised her arm, and in the unlit hall, the magic engraving on it was as clear as paper, manifesting intricate cascading lines, outlining a five-ring ensemble, almost as intricate as the labyrinth where the legendary Minotaur lived, blooming with a clear and holy radiance.

Correspondingly, the shadows around are becoming more and more distinct under the light.

As the origin of all things, there are countless legends related to darkness, and among the horror stories that are widely circulated in Western European cultural circles today, vampires are the most well-known.

The earliest source of vampires can be traced back thousands of years, and there were cannibalistic demons in the early Mesopotamian civilization, ancient Hebrew civilization, and Greek civilization.

And when it comes to vampires, we have to talk about the incarnation of the night.

- Dracula.

As a literary figure, it is said that he was based on the Grand Duke of Wallachia, Vlad III Tepes, in European history.

But Yoko is well aware that Dracula is not simply a character in literature, and it is a misunderstanding for later generations to retroactively establish his prototype as Vlad III.

As early as the second half of the 11th century, when the Templar Church was doing its best to fight the infidels, Dracula revealed his tracks.

In contrast, the legend of the Belmont family began.

At that time, Leon Belmont, as a baron, led the Crusader Knights in a crusade against the dark creatures together with the genius military advisor Matthias Crokwest, but after the triumph, Madias's wife Elizabeth died tragically, and he was deeply affected and bedridden.

A year later, a large number of monsters appeared in Leon Belmont's territory and began to attack humans. He asked the Templar Church for an army, but the Church rejected him as a top priority in the crusade against the infidels, i.e. magicians.

At this time, his friend Matthias, who had been bedridden by the blow, appeared in front of him and told him that these monsters were unleashed by the vampires of the Eternal Night Forest, and that the vampires had kidnapped Leon's fiancée, Sarah.

In order to save Sarah, Leon resolutely renounces his title and breaks into the Forest of Eternal Night to find the vampire's traces.

On the way, he meets the alchemist Leonardo Gandalf, is given a whip made of alchemy, and after a battle, Leon finally meets a vampire named Walter in the castle and finds Sarah.

The alchemy whip he held as an anti-demon weapon had no effect on Walter, and perhaps out of arrogance, Walter returned Sarah to Leon Belmont and said that he was looking forward to fighting again.

Out of the castle, Leon returned to Gandalf, and under the identification of the alchemist, he found that Sarah had been bitten by Walter and carried out the ritual of the first embrace, if Walter was not defeated soon, then Sarah would become a vampire, and he understood what Walter's meaningful words meant.

It's the banter of knowing that the prey is destined to return, or the joy of watching the opponent lose his pride and become a lost dog

An anxious Leon asks Gandalf how he can defeat Walter, only to be told that the only way to strengthen the alchemy whip is to sacrifice Sarah and incorporate her tainted soul into the whip.

The wheels of fate ruthlessly crushed Leon Belmont's body, forcing him to make a decision to either watch his lover turn into a vampire or sacrifice his lover.

When Sarah learns of the conditions, she smiles with tears and says that she is willing to sacrifice herself so that Leon has the power to fight against the vampire curse and protect the peace of the world.

Surrounded by virtue, it is guided by the foundation of divine magic and the alchemy whip. Sarah's noble soul, sacrificed voluntarily and tainted by the forces of darkness, serves as material.

A weapon destined to write a legend.

The Holy Whip, the Vampire Slayer, was born.