"Become my disciple."

Dracula waved lightly and took a chair, sat on it elegantly, a cup of tea appeared in his hand out of thin air, sighed and took a sip, and looked at Revent with interest.

"Why? My magic fighting spirit qualifications are very poor, and I'm only a junior second-level magician after 11 years. It's much better than me. ”

As if he had finally come to his senses, Revent touched the back of his head again, and said in that innocent tone, his eyes full of an expression that you had found the wrong person.

But old Dracula didn't seem to mind, and looked at him quietly and replied.

"You are the one I have chosen, and I will give you the key to open the door, and you will open the door yourself."

Waving his hand to put away the cup of hot tea, Dracula's eyes were like black holes full of gravity, staring at the fat man's cloudy eyes, and stretching out his thin right hand to point out the door.

"As for whether the back of the door is what you want, what you are pursuing, whether you will regret it or regret it, it is up to you to verify, I only know that there is a real world in it. Although you are my disciple, the right to pursue or not is still yours, seeking God's salvation in this world. Or open the door to see the essence, and see what kind of color is under the essence. ”

Retract your hand and place it in front of Revent. "It's up to you!"

Rayvet bowed his head, God? God has never whispered to me in my eyes, nor have the angels ever smiled at me, nor have the holy light shone upon me. My suffering, only I can completely redeem it!

Sighing, his eyes became incomparably clear, put away the simplicity on his face, looked at the necromancer in front of him who seemed to have already achieved results, and said lightly.

"You've won!"

Dracula rose from his chair, and the darkness that shrouded the entire House of Revent withdrew into his body. With a wave of his hand, he rose to his feet like a doll, floating in the sky, and a slight self-muttering seemed to ring in Revent's ears.

"I lost at the beginning."

I looked back suddenly, but I only saw old Dracula's slightly dull lips and pierced black, distant eyes.

The necromancer stretched out his thin right hand and gently swiped it beside him, and a pitch-black opening appeared in the surrounding space in an instant. A deafening roar came from the bottomless darkness, and the breath of death almost literally drifted out of the mouth.

Huge and snow-white bone claws stretched out from the small opening, slashing at both sides of the gap, and in the piercing hiss of broken glass, the high gap was visibly torn wider and wider. A huge dragon skull slowly stretched out from it, and continued to emit that ugly hissing sound, and the turquoise flames burned silently in the hollow bone pupils, emitting powerful fluctuations from time to time.

Finally, a huge bone dragon almost two hundred meters long appeared in the sky, and let out a piercing roar at the turbid sky, revealing an equally dark sky from the scattered clouds!

Revent had only seen in books the legendary ultimate undead that a necromancer could summon, a representative of destruction and end, a bone dragon that would bring anyone to prayer for death. Countless bone spurs tumbled into the sky, and the huge terrifying body almost covered the sky of the entire imperial capital, the dark lines on the snow-white bones kept floating, and the large mouth that opened and closed spread into a substantial gray dead air.

Dracula landed lightly on the head of the bone dragon with the fat man, and there were bursts of pitch-changing screams from the street market below. The sleeping imperial capital was completely in chaos because of this undead with deep fear.

With a flamboyant hideousness, he has no scruples in announcing to the world the return of the undead who have disappeared for a hundred years.

The Royal Academy of Magic, the Royal Palace of Florence, and the Imperial Capital Mercenary Guild vacated three breaths that exuded great coercion and quickly spread to the old necromancer.

Three huge breaths were entangled in the sky of the imperial capital, confronting the terrifying bone dragon from afar, and the small breath of temptation kept trying to extend this way.

Dracula pursed his lips in disdain, still standing on the head of the bone dragon, and his expression did not change at all.

Thunder on the side, his eyes widened in surprise. No matter the breath in front of him, he is almost like an ant in front of him. If you move your hands at will, you can pinch yourself to death and you can't even have your soul left. Now there are three strands in an imperial capital!

The breath was still only constantly entangled a hundred meters away from the bone dragon, and it seemed that he had a huge fear of the necromancer, and he didn't dare to make any next move easily. The congealed atmosphere permeated the sky above the imperial capital, and the screams that were still complicated below were completely silenced by the coercion of the convergence of the sky.

All the people bowed their heads and fell to the ground trembling. The face of Lei Wente behind him was also a little pale, Damn, are the old monsters going to a world war!

The dead space was still faintly swirling around, and under the cold sweat that kept dripping on his head, time passed minute by minute.

They just kept confronting each other motionlessly, and their breath still had no intention of acting. The old necromancer seemed to be a little impatient, raised his thin right hand, and a black gas flew out of thin air in the sky, shattering the three breaths in front of him, and the bone dragon under him let out a piercing hiss.

Atmosphere, instant solidification.

The shattered aura came together almost instantly, obviously this ordinary attack couldn't do them any harm, but they knew that it represented a provocation to start a war immediately!

In the end, the one in the palace in the three qi came out of the crowd and quickly came to the front of the bone dragon, and in a burst of twisting and shaking, it condensed into a transparent and faint figure. The last two breaths slowly dissipated, only shrouded the sky as if they were nothing.

They are all masters of one side, and reputation does not allow them to strike at the same time.

The figure opposite the bone dragon opened its mouth, and the sound of cutting through the space came from the palace in the distance, rumbling in front of it.

"In Lower Rojo, where is Your Excellency sacred. What is the intention of summoning such a destructive undead in the sky above the imperial capital! ”

Some of the old voices are still majestic, and the fat man is a little frightened, Luo Qiao? Trojan divisions? Oh my God, he's so fierce! The old man next to me won't be hanged.

Looking at Dracula with some concern, Lei Wente measured the height from the ground, damn, he can't run if he dies!

But then he knew that he was too wrong, and it turned out that the necromancer in front of him, who didn't seem to be brilliant at all, could be called a real fierce. completely lost his good temper when chatting with himself, and old Dracula did not answer the question of the figure in front of him at all.

He took a slight step forward with his left foot, but Revent seemed to hear a loud thud. The other two scattered breaths were unexpectedly pulled directly in front of the bone dragon after being gathered alive, and evolved into two other vague figures!

Dracula's melodious voice rumbled through the space around the tremor, and that realm was obviously more than a step higher than the previous Rojo.

"Although I am already old, but I don't like to slow down, let's go together! May the High Darkness protect you forever! ”

The necromancer's words clearly revealed the arrogance and contempt of **, and he still had that breezy expression.

The faces of the three vague figures showed different expressions of anger and shame. It was still that Luo Qiao who spoke.

"Your Excellency thinks of us as human beings, although Your Excellency is indeed stronger than us, please don't insult the glory of a holy realm!"

But it doesn't seem to have heard the angry words of the other side at all, or maybe he didn't want to listen to it in the first place.

Old Dracula only raised his head faintly, and the distant void seemed to echo his words.

"Glory, humanity has long lost that kind of thing, why mention it again."

The wizened right foot took another step forward, and there was almost another loud thud, and the bone dragon under his feet let out a roar that shattered the sky.

The surrounding space began to shatter wildly, like a fragile piece of paper. Countless undead writhed in the cracked chasm, letting out a howl that shook the whole of Florence! The dead air like the abyss of the sea blew the messy space in all directions casually, rolling towards the three people in front of him.

"Since you don't want to do it, it's up to me to give you a reason why you have to do it."

At the same time, the three of them instantly felt that the soul of their own body was directly pulled into the body in front of them, and in the face of the dead qi that was like the tide of the sea, they finally had to fight together and start resisting. Because the soul and the projection of the breath in front of them are one, if this body dissipates, the souls of those people will also collapse at the same time, that is, they are really dead!

Dracula is like a clever artist, randomly pulling out beating notes, but completely manipulating the melody of life and death in the world.

The three people in front of them all had unconcealed horror on their faces. The fear in my heart began to spread faintly, what kind of power is this, even if it is the necromancer who is the best at manipulating the soul, but the three of us are also strong people who are above the Holy Domain, and they were pulled directly from the body by the person in front of them! Who the hell is he? Under this kind of power, even the Pope of the Divine Court, St. Lawrence Shuma, is nothing more than that.