"Border of Hell?"

In the crimson wasteland, the legendary vampire Dracula slapped the wings behind him and hovered in the air. Her long white hair flew in the bad air of hell, and her bloody robe also fluttered in the wind. After entering the second battlefield, his anger quickly dissipated and his reason quickly returned.

Behind him, any burned door collapsed as the ashes drifted.

In front of him, Merlin and the Blade, who had regrouped and obtained foreign aid, were holding weapons. They were not damaged in the previous destruction explosion. Just like Dracula, they entered the second stage of the battle with their complete body.

The legendary vampire has many abilities and cannot be judged by reason. It is said that Dracula is also a spellcaster. He can complete travel within the mainland in a short time. He can quickly move between cities with extremely fast flight speeds. Jumps around the world also require a short time to prepare.

However, traveling across latitudes is much more difficult than the previous two, especially in a place where the specific dimension coordinates are unknown.

The back path is broken, and the legendary vampire is completely trapped here.

But he was not panicked.

After all, this is just hell, and its form of existence does not exceed his understanding. Although the energy flow is strange, it does not affect the release of the blood river.

For those with power, as long as the power to survive is still there, finding the way home is nothing more than spending more time.

For Dracula, time is the most valuable thing.

Faced with the three people in front of him, Dracula asked softly:

"I heard that this is the exile land of the former hell monarch Belakos, a ghost place adjacent to Hell and the earth at the same time, and you can pass through here without any obstacles, that is, Belakos is your ally?"

After saying that, before Merlin could answer, the legendary vampire shook his head again, and he said confidently:

"But you don't look like the evil god believers, so, oh, bluff."

Merlin shrugged. Instead of answering Dracula's doubts, he glanced at Riana beside him and said in a muffled voice:

"Look, its "good reputation" is really well known, even an old guy who has been sleeping for hundreds of years knows it."

"It didn't surprise me."

Riana wore a black battle helmet and leaned on the double-edged battle axe with a skeleton pendant in both hands. She snorted disdainfully and said excitedly:

"Everyone with some knowledge knows what Bellacos is."

"But I thought it would take some time, but I didn't expect that this day would come so soon. When I thought that it would be possible to get rid of the evil god believer today, I couldn't wait."

"Are you ready?"

Merlin stared at Riana with four eyes, and he whispered:

"You said before that you will need at least three years."

"Three years refer to a foolproof situation."

Riana waved her hand, and said in a relaxed tone and a little decisive way:

"But we do big things, how can we do big things be foolproof? It's just a necessary risk, I can afford it!"

"Then we'll see you perform."

Merlin laughed, and he glanced at the legendary vampire. He took a step back, put down the weapon in his hand, and made a strange gesture to the blade that was a little unknown. The latter was a little confused, but he also inserted the sharp blade back into the scabbard behind him as Merlin's instructions.

“What is this doing?”

Dracula looked at the communication between the three guys in front of him in a bystander posture, and he asked softly:

"I finally figured it out, are you ready to surrender?"

"Of course, the powerful Lord Dracula, not only will we stop resisting, but we will also offer this border of hell to you."

Merlin leaned slightly towards Dracula in front of him, and said in an exaggerated tone. Then the next moment, Riana beside him grabbed the battle axe and pointed at Dracula in front of him, and said in a arrogant tone:

"Damn the invader, face me."

Riana's sharp and rough voice rang in the air at the border of hell, like a harsh thunder, echoing on the ground hundreds of kilometers:

"Come and face the generals under Bellakos, and face the secret guest of the executioner on the border of hell!"

The sudden declaration of the middle school challenge made Dracula blink.

The delicate and artificial scene in front of me seems to be acting no matter how I look at it.

But at the same moment when Riana carried the battle axe and walked towards Dracula in the invasion of the flames of hell, Merlin made a gesture, and he and the blade retreated quickly, as if they had abandoned their teammates and fled, and rushed in two different directions, almost disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"What are they doing?"

Dracula didn't care about Riana, who was in high spirits in front of him. He could tell at a glance that the strength of the slender girl in front of him was just as weak as Merlin, and she was even a little weaker.

If Merlin can't defeat him, then Riana won't do it either.

Faced with Dracula's problem, Riana showed a strange smile under her hideous helmet. She grabbed the battle axe and soared into the air in the surge of demonic power, cutting down at Dracula. She said:

"They? Are they not under your command? What do you ask me to do?"

Hearing this sentence, Dracula's eyes suddenly narrowed.

The vampire who had lived for thousands of years immediately realized that a conspiracy against him had begun, but the problem was that it didn't sound like a temporary intention, but it seemed like it had been planned for a long time.

Dracula shook his head. He didn't care much about the conspiracy, because once it was discovered, it would be worthless.

The proud legendary vampire waved his hand, and as the illusion of the Immortal Blood River was roaring, accompanied by the roar of the flood, more than a dozen legendary fantasies rushed out of the endless river of blood. Under Dracula's command, they spread their huge bat wings, like a curling blood storm, in the direction where Merlin and the blade left.

No matter what these conspiracy little guys want to do, it just needs to stop them.

"Invaders, die!"

As Riana's roar, Dracula turned slightly, and the skull battle axe almost slashed his chest.

The legendary vampire's wrist flipped, and at the moment the battle axe fell, the dark red color on his left hand, like a halo of sticky blood, shaking, condensed into hideous claws, accurately buckled on the axe blade of the battle axe.

Between the contact between the two, a metal clashing sound was heard.

"Clang"

Sparks splashed.

As a legendary vampire, Dracula, in addition to the legendary power of the Immortal Blood River, in the legend of vampire, this ancestor also possesses three weapons that scared his enemies the most.

Close combat, Chaos Claws that can withstand most physical damage.

Cutting the soul can allow Dracula to face countless enemies without changing his face.

And the last holy weapon that is said to be stolen from a devastating demon hunter family. Of course, it has now been completely polluted and transformed into a magic weapon. That thing is called "Shadow", which is said to be a long whip with self-consciousness.

It is said that Dracula will only use this weapon when facing the most powerful opponent.

Facing Riana, Dracula just held the Chaos Claw and swung it casually, and Riana, who was in human form, was thrown away with the axe.

The secret guest stretched his body in the air and landed lightly. At the same time, Dracula turned into a shadow of blood and fell beside Riana.

His left hand waved, and the blood-colored demon claws jumped quickly, as if they had their own life, reunited in the hands of the legendary vampire into a one-handed sword that reflected the dark blue light and shined with magic patterns.

"Swish"

The long sword fell, and Riana turned her head under the stinging crisis instinct. The heavy armor failed to block the sharp Void Sword. As the sword light shone, blood splattered around Riana's neck.

"ah"

The secret guest let out a depressing scream. She called the fire of hell to wrap her whole body, protecting herself, and then took a few steps back while covering her wound.

"Can this sword hurt the soul?"

The secret guest stared at the Void Sword in Dracula's hand. The latter's wrist was pounding and swung a sword flower. He whispered to remind:

"Yes, little girl. You have to be more careful. You are not like Mr. Merlin. You cannot resist this greedy sword. If it is cut again, your soul will crack."

Although the gentle voice seemed to remind, it was more like intimidation.

However, Riana was not scared. She was not an ordinary girl after all.

She looked at Dracula and raised her battle axe again. As the flames splashed, she also entered the semi-demonization like Merlin.

Hovering horns, rewinding hooves, shaking tails.

The light and shadow of countless noisy little devils screamed in the flames, cheering for the powerful hostess.

On Riana's evil doll, a crazy expression was also hanging on her face that was reddened by the flames.

"Isn't it better to cut the soul?"

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Dracula. Please cut my soul open and cut it more accurately"-

On the other side, the blade transformed into a black mist plum forest and the blood wings spread across the ground at the border of hell at a super fast speed. Behind them, more than a dozen dangerous blood shadows followed.

It's not just a chase.

"The temple of Bellakos is right in front!"

As the inner supporter, Riana, who was regarded as a "disciple" by Bellakos, the Lord of Hell's Border, is basically no secret to Merlin.

He knew the secrets of any hidden place here, including the seven demonic treasure houses of the exiled hell monarch Belakos, but he did not intend to plunder those treasures, and it was not the time.

The two of them ran in the bad air on the border of Hell. After a moment, a dark gray, strange castle castle poured from rock appeared before them. The castle looked inconspicuous, but there was a very strange, indescribable atmosphere shrouded over the castle.

Merlin didn't need to look back. He could clearly see the movements of the blood shadows chasing behind him by relying on the Raven Spirit Victe who was hovering in the sky.

He was like an experienced hunter, constantly adjusting his direction, allowing the group of blood shadows to chase them in a very fast manner and rushed straight towards the castle in front of him.

"Blade"
To be continued...