Dracula's bedroom, Throne Hall.

The huge, magnificent, grand and solemn hall is in pitch-black tones.

Above the throne at the head is a blood moon hanging from a high altitude.

Under the moonlight, the entire hall was dyed with a dark red tone.

The hall is surrounded by hollows, and countless bats flew out from it, hovering over the hall, making a harsh roar.

In the empty hall, there are only three figures above the throne.

Two left and right sides, the black robe had taken off at this moment, revealing the elegant aristocratic costumes.

Prince Hozia of the Kingdom of the Night, and Duke Francis.

The two were standing on both sides of the throne at this moment, with their expressions filled with excitement and excitement.

On the throne, there was a man wearing a dark, elegant, gentlemanly aristocratic costume. His body covered almost all the advantages of perfect aristocrats, making people unable to find any flaws.

With loose black hair, melancholy face, about forty years old, and with a neatly trimmed beard, she is completely a middle-aged gentleman.

But deep wisdom flashed from time to time in his scarlet pupils, and black fog was lingering around his body, containing the majestic aura of the superior, making people afraid to look at him.

Bang!

At this moment, the door of the Throne Hall was violently broken open, and then a shadow of beasts covered with charred and burning wounds flew backwards. It was the werewolf leader Alito.

There were dozens of white lightswords inserted on his body. The breath of the holy light made Alito's body struggle violently, and the holy flames covered his whole body and burned his flesh and blood.

The werewolf's healing ability has been invalid for some reason. Under the attack of the Holy Light, he cannot even recover.

Alito roared and wanted to struggle, but he didn't need to.

At this moment, outside the gate, a huge lightsword flew over, trying to cut his body into two completely.

Seeing this scene, the werewolf leader suddenly frightened the dog's barking, and his ferocious face showed horror, fear, and various expressions.

"Rareless!" On the throne, the middle-aged gentleman suddenly moved.

He raised his right hand gently, and a black mist suddenly rose in the hall, drowning the werewolf leader Alito's figure, and at the same time, it also made the lightsaber lose its target.

When the lightsaber fell, it broke through the black fog, but lost Alito's goal.

When the werewolf leader Alito came to his senses, he found that he had arrived directly below the throne, and a figure that surprised him appeared in front of him.

The lightsabers inserted in his body had been pulled out by the black fog, and the flesh and blood began to wriggle and recover from the charred wounds on his body.

"Arito, why are you still standing there? Why don't you come and pay homage to the king of our clan!" Seeing this, Duke Francis immediately spoke and reminded him.

"Aowu~" Alito heard this and suddenly howled to the sky.

There was excitement and a hint of earnestness in the voice, as if a dog had seen his owner.

It's not his excitement, because the figure sitting on the throne was almost exactly the same as someone in his memory.

His founding emperor of the Kingdom of Night, the first ruler of the blood clan, the faith of the Blood Church, and the Grand Duke Dracula.

"The three humans can actually make their way to this place. The courage is commendable and worthy of praise!" Da Guan, who was sitting on the throne, spoke in a plain tone and extremely cold.

At the entrance of the hall, three figures came in. They were the three pillars of the Caesar Empire headed by Gesval.

Their eyes swept to the audience and saw Prince Hozia and Duke Francis, and werewolf Alito, who had not recovered from his serious injuries and was lying on the ground.

But soon, the eyes of the three of them were attracted by the figure sitting on the throne.

"Master Gesval, this person... Could this person be..." As the division of the Gesval family, Esbar looked at the figure on the throne and his tone was trembling.

"It's not wrong, this look, this disgusting evil aura. You are Dracula, the filthy blood clan!" Nickville, as the holder of the [Seal of the Holy Dragon], felt the uncomfortable aura in front of him, and his body trembled.

"Dracula?" On the contrary, Gesval was very brave, swept across the audience with cold eyes, and finally pointed to the throne and said, "You are Dracula, the leader of the night?"

"Being arrogant, with your identity, you dare to slander my king!" Hearing this, Duke Francis was the first to be the first to take action.

But Dracula, who was sitting on the throne, raised her hand and stopped her.

"Hmph, Dracula, I think it's just a vampire. If you kill you, the obstacles to the unification of the Western world of my Caesar Empire will completely disappear!" Gesval sneered even more, not afraid of the other party's power at all.

"How many generations does Herath have now been in power in the Caesar Empire?" After a long time, the figure sitting on the throne asked faintly.

"Your Majesty Duke, the Thirty-third generation of Heras is now in charge!"

"Thirty-three generations, has it been so long?"

"Dagong, you have been sleeping for two thousand years."

"Two thousand years, it turns out that it has been so long..."

Hearing Duke Francis's answer, Grand Duke Dracula showed a rare trace of remembrance.

But at this moment, Gesval suddenly took action.

He was not intimidated by Dracula's reputation at all, and even thought of taking action first.

The moment he grabbed Dracula's distracted moment, he directly swung his fist, and a dragon emblem with a dragon claw turning into a sharp blade appeared on his arm.

"Even if you are Dracula, my stegosaurus seal will be cut!" Gesval shouted sharply, and a wingless dragon appeared on his body. His claws were made of sharp blades, which were extremely sharp and terrifying.

Under his fist, the Sword Dragon Seal and the Spirit acted together, slashing at the figure above the throne, covering the entire throne within the attack range.

"Don't do anything, you've finished your long dormancy, I'm going to move!" But at this moment, the figure sitting on the throne moved and gave a command to the figures on both sides.

Then, a layer of golden inscriptions lit up around the hall, and the figures on the throne disappeared instantly.

Gesval's eyes frightened, trying to find the other party's traces.

Puff!

But the next moment, a tearing sound came from his chest.

It turned out that my chest had been penetrated by a blood-stained arm, and no one saw how the other party approached.

"How is that possible..." Gesval never expected that the other party was so fast that he did not notice the other party's movements at all.

"It's too slow, too slow, just like a snail!" Dracula's words rang in his ears.

Accompanied by a squirt of colic, the organs and intestines in his body were pulled out.

Dracula pulled her hands, and blood flew more than ten meters away. Gesval also fell to the ground due to severe damage. He did not move for a long time, and his body's temperature was slowly decreasing.

No one in the field expected that this Secretary of Military Affairs of the Caesar Empire, who has always been known for his iron blood, would end his life in this way.

"There are two little bugs!" But after Dracula killed Gesval, she just slowly landed and looked at the other two at the same time.

"Sword Spinosaur Seal!" Seeing this scene, Esbal immediately shouted loudly.

But the next moment, Dracula's figure disappeared again, and when it appeared, it had already arrived beside him.

Poof!

The flesh and blood were torn apart, cut off, and it happened in an instant.

"How is it possible...so fast!"

Esbar screamed, but he didn't even have time to draw out the emblem, and his body was cut in half by a hand knife.

The blood rushes up like a fountain, rushing away the upper body.

With a plop, his upper body fell to the ground, but his eyes had lost their vitality.

In the end, Nickville was the only one left in the field.

"The Seal of the Holy Dragon!" After seeing Dracula so fiercely, he ignored so much and activated the most restrained emblem against the blood clan.

A silver-white dragon was flying high with its wings, and the holy light shone, causing Hozia, Duke Francis and Alito to step back three times to avoid this light that disgusted them.

"No wonder the breath of holy light can suppress my people!" Seeing this, Dracula just sneered, without any other words.

"Hmph, under my Holy Dragon Seal, even if you are the king of the blood clan, you will die!" After sacrificed the Holy Dragon's soul and the emblem, Nickville felt relieved.

His body is hidden in the soul of the Holy Dragon, and his body is bathed in holy light. No blood clan or undead creature can touch him.

At this moment, after confirming that he was fine, he turned his gaze to Dracula in the field, showing a hint of murderous intent on his face.

He chanted a spell and then made a move.

The giant dragon spread its wings, and the holy light in the hall was generous. Countless sharp blades condensed in the air to form a sword formation in the sky.

"Kill the filthy blood clan and give me a peace of mind in the Western world!" Nickville shouted, waving his hands.

The lightsabers around him suddenly fell like raindrops, surrounding Dracula in the center and completely blocking his retreat.

"So no matter how fast you are, my lightsaber is airtight and no one can resist it!" Nickville showed pride when he saw that his attack had been released.

But the next moment, a golden light lit up at the top of the hall again, and then Dracula's figure disappeared in front of him.

The attack fell and a violent roar broke out.

But there was no other person within the attack range.

Nickville's smile suddenly faded away, and his eyes glanced around, trying to find the figure.

"The attack is good, but unfortunately it's still too slow!" Just behind him, such a voice came.

"Impossible, I have the Holy Dragon Invisa Guard, how can you get close to me!" Nickville shouted, and was about to turn around.

"laugh!"

His turn was still too slow, his chest was penetrated by an arm, and his body was completely nailed to death in the air.

Blood flowed rapidly from inside, and Nickville didn't turn around until death, and could not see what kind of scene was behind him.

When he turned into a mummy, Dracula was thrown away and smashed to the ground.

Three of the Eight Pillars of the Empire were killed by Dracula almost instantly with one force, and the three of them did not even have the ability to resist.

Dracula is worthy of being the king of the blood clan, and her strength is really terrifying!
Chapter completed!