As an ancient city with a history of more than a thousand years and a city that the Holy See has been entrenched for thousands of years, the City of the Prophet has secrets that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Secret passages are by no means something strange. Although few people have set off military advances here in history, it is not surprising that the Pope, who has experienced the disasters of military disasters, left a way out for himself.

When the entire Prophet City is full of believers and spies, you need to activate these secret passages to avoid some vision.

In the secret underground passage of the Prophet City, six members of the Pope's escort were walking there.

Two of them were carrying a stretcher covered with white cloth. From the shape of the white cloth, it was vaguely seen that there was a corpse on it.

Floyd was stroking with the back of the stretcher. He didn't like today's mission, because carrying the dead always made him feel a strange feeling.

And the decayed smell on the stretcher is really bad, it feels as disgusting as a bat corpse.

I don't know if it was because he was disgusted by smelling this breath, but Freud felt that he seemed to have some hallucinations.

He always felt the body on the shaking stretcher in front of him breathing slightly, but whenever he looked carefully, he found that there was no movement.

After watching for a long time, he withdrew his gaze and stopped making such boring observations.

Vlad III, known as "Earl of Dracula", lay quietly on the stretcher, shaking as the two people walked in front and behind.

He greedily sucked the breath of living people in the air, and felt the bright red and hot blood pulsating in the darkness in the body around him.

But the only reason in his brain suppressed his desire to suck blood.

weak.

Very weak.

The incomparable weakness even suppressed his memories, and only vague scenes flashed through his mind from time to time.

He could feel the magnificent prayer of millions of people on the ground. He seemed to have participated in this prayer before, but now he only has subconscious disgust in his heart.

That's false.

They lied to me.

Vlad III could feel the anger in his heart, as if he had seen his best comrade betrayed him.

That was an unsuppressible anger.

Wait a little longer.

He suppressed his anger, which was the nameless fire, because he himself didn't know who he was.

Vlad III now has only one thought, and wait until a person is alone and drink blood.

It's too weak now, and he only has one chance to wait for a secluded corner to launch an attack.

In the dim tunnel, the six pope guards walked quietly.

Their footsteps echoed in a rhythmic manner in the long and narrow walkway.

After walking for nearly two hours, they bypassed the believers in the Prophet City and walked out of a house far away from the Prophet City.

There are too many believers outside, and they cannot go out in the clothes of the Pope's Guard, otherwise they will attract too much attention.

After changing clothes, the five of them went out to learn about the situation and figured out the situation outside before they could study how to bring Freud to the head of the Holy See.

The group only left Floyd stayed in place to guard Vlad III's body.

There was no problem with this, but the premise was that Vlad III was really dead.

His skin was covered with dark blue corpse spots, and there were still some parts of his face that were not covered by the skin.

It's still a little bit short.

Vlad III stopped.

He looked at his hands and looked at himself in front of the mirror.

Then he changed his eyes to his clothes and Floyd, who had become a mummy.

Then put Floyd on the stretcher he had just lay on.

Looking at myself in the mirror, a hoarse voice sounded from Vlad's mouth:

"I'm back!"

It is a declaration, a declaration of return.
Chapter completed!