In the dark sky of the winter night in the imperial capital, the cold almost dripping water can produce a little frost flower.

But at this time, Lei Wente, who should have been warmly huddled in the quilt and dreaming wantonly, was sweating profusely and honestly sitting on the chair in the bedroom with a pale face.

The old necromancer Dracula stood quietly at the window, his wide, neat robes covering the last light source in the room. To tell the truth, tonight's unlucky fat man did his best, using super-level escape, pretending to be B, and flickering techniques. But as it stands, the results are clearly evident ...

It doesn't matter what Revent says, does, and runs away. Old Dracula just suddenly appeared in front of him like a spirit behind him, quietly watching his performance with a polite smile, and never interjected. This gave Rayvet a deep sense of powerlessness.

Completely unable to deal with the rickety old man in front of him, he sat back in the bedroom chair in despair.

Old Dracula looked at Lei Wente, who was sitting honestly with his head bowed like a good schoolboy, and finally a playful smile appeared on his face.

"Not running?"

"Don't run away." The fat man who bowed his head and admitted his mistake replied honestly, with a face of honesty and sincerity. But my heart is still yelling, running? If I run away early, I will still fool around with you here, you old bastard doesn't ask nonsense.

As if seeing through Revent's inconsistent thoughts, old Dracula's smile was even more playful, which made his gaze a little dodgy.

"Do you know why I found you?"

"I don't know. Are you looking for the wrong person? ”

The fat man scratched the back of his head innocently, with an extremely puzzled expression, and looked at the necromancer in front of him innocently.

"You have a contradictory soul, a confluence of good and evil, a tangle of the strong and the weak. The last Source of Corruption is the most suitable for you, and this time it will be *. ”

Dracula stared at the stupid bastard, staring intently, a pair of eyes like a dark whirlpool, inhaling everything in front of him, with a happy smile on his mouth.

"Yuan, it turns out that I am so powerful, I didn't even notice it, you are too powerful! But I think you're mistaken, the gate is over there! ”

Revent was furried all over by the necromancer, and his face was like a venomous python staring at his poor frog, making his smile stiffen. He took two steps back to the side of the bed without a trace, and complimented him with a knotted tongue.

But Dracula still just looked at him quietly, the swirling sockets in his eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and even the pupils were spreading out and constantly twisting and whirling in the void. Cold sweat swept through Lei Vent's trembling fat like a stream, and it seemed that even the tips of his fingers were stiff and unable to move.

Suddenly, Lei Wente let out a crazy roar, and his eyes were completely cathartic of tyranny. Forced to the point of life-threatening, this thing went completely crazy again. Turning around, he grabbed the handle of the bedside with his right hand, and his fingertips turned white from excessive force, and there was a clicking sound. The handle was pulled down by him.

There was a clattering sound of gear trapping, and the fluctuations of magic were vaguely rumbling through the room. In the open ceiling, a tall black iron curtain box brought gusts of air, instantly enveloping the necromancer standing in place.

Then the swishing sound of the machine continued to open, and cast iron arrows almost the thickness of a little finger shot out of the surrounding walls, shooting into all the exposed holes in the iron curtain.

The cold wind that broke through the air seemed to be still swirling in Revent's ears, and he suddenly fell softly against the eaves of the bed, panting heavily. The sound of snorting rang out in the silence of the room. It's going to be damned like this, no matter what, he's just a mage, and he's not prepared to be directly pierced by such a thick iron arrow, but he specially spent money on it to attach the demon-breaking attribute, and the gods can't escape.

Don't blame me, you came to my house yourself. After living for so long, it would be really stupid if you didn't have anything to save your life in your home. Go and rest in hell!

Panting heavily, Thunder thought comfortingly.

"You seem to feel a little guilty for killing me, the old man who threatens you. The glow of that deadly contradiction fills your soul with variables. The source of the fall, do you want to see it? ”

It was still the same faint, gloomy voice coming from his side.

In an instant, like a furry wild cat, Lei Wente stood up suddenly, and the cold sweat on his whole body rubbed down layer after layer. I could only hold on to the side of the bed, and my whole body was stiff and unable to move because of fear.

The old necromancer walked out of the darkness as if he hadn't been standing at all, and walked out of the darkness beside him, without the slightest scar on his body.

Like a mellow old gentleman, Dracula slowly stretched out his right hand, breaking through the layers of barriers, and ripples appeared in the air visible to the naked eye. The index finger was lightly touched on Revent's forehead.

The scene in his eyes distorted in an instant, and a sea of crimson blood slowly appeared in front of him, and the boundless corpses piled up like a mountain. The blood that flowed out was as vast as the sea, and the golden sun hung high in the sky on the huge mountain of corpses, but the fat man only experienced the infinite coldness from it.

An immaculate angel stood on tiptoe on the top of the mountain of corpses, and the elegant song echoed in this purgatory-like space, a hideous demon floated in the void, countless chains swirling around the angel.

There is a paradoxical beauty everywhere!

Suddenly, the picture began to twist and evolve like a silent pantomime. Countless corpses and souls were sublimated in the glory of the angels, but many more corpses and souls were slaughtered at the hands of the angels.

Redemption is staged at the same time as killing, and killing continues at the same time as redemption! The angel slowly turned around, his face blurred. The demon slowly raised his head, half of his face was crying and crying, half of his face sinister and snickering, and under the gaze of Thunder Lot, he slowly tied the chains on his hands little by little to his body, eternally connected.

The cold sweat on Lei Wente's body flowed wildly, and he seemed to really feel the soul in his body constantly rolling, roaring, and twisting. Longing for the Fall and longing for redemption!

"See, Source of the Fall."

Dracula's voice woke up the fat man, and he turned his head sharply, still the same thin and stiff old man, still with a kind and immaculate smile. Revent's nerves were still a little confused, staring blankly at the dark sky outside the open door, and there seemed to be thoughtfulness in his cloudy and clear eyes.

"Is Fall Salvation at the same time? No, it is you who can control all the depravity and redemption! ”

A real smile finally appeared on the old necromancer's face, and the majestic and long laughter made it impossible to believe that it came from such an old body.

On the pitch-black sky, the gray clouds squirmed wildly, rolled, twitched, pressed lower and lower, darker and darker, and the ice rain of early winter finally fell, and the overwhelming chill completely invaded this land that was no longer peaceful, until it was stained with blood.