In the blink of an eye, the killing game has been revealed. Lothar is a person who is afraid of trouble, and only has a thousand days to be a thief, and there is no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days.

He knew very well how much trouble a powerful spellcaster who was intent on opposing him could cause him.

Therefore, since this vampire archduke has put aside his cruel words and is going to trouble them in the future, then make a final decision and nail him under the coffin board!

"Indeed, it's kind of amazing." The man reached out and grabbed the holy spear that pierced his body, white smoke curling, and the holy light burned his palm, but he still held the barrel of the holy spear firmly, pulling him out inch by inch.

The moment the holy spear was drawn, it turned into a golden glow and returned to Jeanne's hand.

"This is not a holy spear." The vampire gave Jeanne a meaningful look, his arms outstretched, and the red glow of the smell of blood was like a canopy of heaven that descended from the sky and enveloped the entire tower.

"So much wonderful flesh and blood, since the master is gracious, I won't leave." His eyes swept greedily over everyone present, each one seemed to be extraordinary, a delicacy he had never tasted before, and although each of them was not so easy to eat, just looking at it made him salivate.

His body began to swell, alienate, flesh multiply, and make a disgusting noise. The two long swords that belonged to Cellina nailed to his body were squeezed out inch by inch by flesh, and a blood-colored light lingered on them, and Cellina reached out to recall them, but they only trembled slightly.

Lothar's nasal cavity was filled with the smell of blood, not only the nose, but also the surface of the skin with a hint of itching, as if the whole person was soaked in blood.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in this scarlet sky, and they couldn't see the moon clearly, nor could they see the towers and castles that originally existed, as if they were unconsciously pulled into another world by this vampire.

At this time, the vampire in front of him could no longer see the slightest human form, he was like a puddle of mud piled up of flesh and blood, slowly flowing and merging into the blood-colored sky.

The canopy above the head looks a little more fleshy - it is like being inside a human body, and the subtle sound of organs squirming faintly sounds in the ears.

Jeanne clenched the holy spear in her hand, her face full of solemnity, a dark creature of this intensity, even among the monsters she had hunted, was considered to be at the top of the ranks—and now, she was far from her heyday.

"Pranya, protect your lord, your demon hunters are of little use to monsters of this strength." She said as she turned to the side.

Although Prajna was still expressionless, he still stood in front of Lothar quietly, and the three witchers silently exploded into a cloud of smoke, and disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, a cold and ominous aura descended on Prajna again.

The black hair is like a waterfall, holding a ghost-faced shield, and he is firmly in front of Lothar.

"Interesting, so interesting." It was as if a voice came from all directions: "The breath became completely different in an instant, it was like a different person, Lord Marquis, you and your subordinates, but you really gave me too many surprises." ”

"Fool-tricksters." The giant wolf who stood up showed an impatient look on his face: "If you have the ability, get out and fight with me fairly!" "He's Veneto, a man who has conceited and belligerent in his bones, and what he hates most is this kind of enemy who doesn't know where to hide, who doesn't show his face at all.

"Oh, little wolf cub, don't worry, none of you can escape." Cellinina narrowed her eyes, removing the golden pair of wolf eyes in the darkness.

She remembered what Mr. Fiore, who always carried cheap candy in his pocket in Saluzzo, had taught: If a vampire pulls you into a blood barrier, don't panic, stay calm, don't rush to attack, you can't find the vampire's body, no matter what kind of attack you launch, at most you can only consume some spare blood from the other party...

"Find his body—" she looked up, and the sky above her seemed to be an inverted lake of blood.

Although I don't know what the difference between the vampires of the two worlds is, it seems that, judging from the current situation, it is really similar to the blood barrier described by Fiore-sensei.

It's all isolated. It's all the body that can't find the enemy. Snap - A drop of blood grazed Lothar's cheek and landed on his shoulder armor, instantly vaporizing and vanishing.

When I looked up, the sky was already filled with small drops of blood hanging from the dome, slowly condensing and dripping - filling the whole world, and there was no way to avoid it.

"In my world, be one with me." The man's laughter was piercing, full of greed and pride.

Lothar said coldly: "Everyone be careful, don't get caught by these raindrops, first find out where this is!" ”... Fort Feremai.

Fringira was crouching on the ground, looking at the piles of corpses, mostly mutilated, guarded in the outer city, poorly equipped, and nomadic herders of all ages.

But in the defense of the city, they burst out with extraordinary courage that did not match this strength, and each one fought to the death, even if he broke his arm or hand, he tried to tear the enemy apart with his teeth.

"There are tooth marks on my neck."

"The blood was sucked dry."

"Are these people living corpses?"

"No, they don't have a special aura on them." Fringira took out a small dagger and cut open the tooth marks on the neck of a corpse, turning over the flesh inside, and could clearly see that the flesh that should have been red inside had turned pitch black.

"Is it a toxin?"

"The toxin drove these corpses to continue fighting, so they didn't show a special aura?" Frigila, who was observing, suddenly turned her head sharply and looked at the tower at the top of Fort Ferraime, and the golden glow rose one after another, but soon after, the glow disappeared as if it had never appeared.

Instead, a blood-colored glow enveloped the entire tower. The soldiers guarding the castle showed frightened expressions.

Noisy, boiling and boiling.

"Miss, something happened." Coors emerged from the shadow behind Frigila, looking a little anxious.

"I'm not blind when the holy spear moves as much." Fringira said angrily: "Tell me, what the hell is going on?" Kurs said succinctly: "My lord has been attacked, and the enemy is suspected to be a very powerful indigenous vampire, and my blood shadow secret technique is in front of him, and there is nothing to hide. After he finished speaking, he hurriedly added, "Don't worry, Mademoiselle, Lady Jeanne, Ms. Pranya, and Mr. Veneto have already arrived." Frigila didn't ask why she was notified at the end, dispensing with useless nonsense, and said straight to the point: "Is it useless because the blood magic is of the same origin as him?" ”

"That's right." Coors looked at the top of the tower, the fading vision—by this time, he could no longer feel the breath of Lothar, as if he had been pulled into another world.

"Miss, from the moment I stepped into this castle, I felt that something was wrong."

"Something to say." Kurs said in a low voice: "Miss, this indigenous vampire has cast an ability that is very similar to the ability of blood pooling, and there is no way to completely hide such a powerful blood magic power, so I guess he may have borrowed a hidden blood demon source." Frigila frowned and said, "That's why you didn't notify me in the first place?" Coors nodded: "Fighting head-on, we won't contribute anything to the battle, but if we draw a salary..."

"I see, Coors." Fringira nodded, "Let's go find the Demon Source immediately." ”