The sound of waves on the sea never stopped, but was still surging.

The sea waters impacted each other, making a huge roar.

There is nothing strange about this.

But the sky is so beautiful that people can't understand it.

Schroeder, the captain of the aircraft carrier fleet, raised his hat brim and looked up at the dark sky.

It was a trace of blood red hidden in the pitch black, like blood seeping out of the black earth that had experienced killing.

Crazy abnormality.

Schroeder felt a little uneasy.

Before the beginning of the mythological era, American warships were unparalleled above the sea.

But just before the age of mythology, after the arrival of mythology, the aircraft carrier team suffered a big loss in Japan.

Then the submarine army was severely curled up by the sea demon Leviathan in the deep sea.

Everything shows that times have changed.

This is no longer the era when they are lying on the sea.

Drops of blood fell from the sky, rendering the world extremely sad.

Schroeder reached out and caught a drop of blood.

He sniffed it gently.

No one knew the smell of blood better than the soldiers on the warships.

Although Schroeder could not accurately judge the type of blood, his perception in his heart told him: this is human blood.

"Report the route, transfer the route, and leave here."

"yes!"

The sea is originally blue, but at this time the color of the sea is even darker under the dark sky.

The hazy world suppresses the hearts of all soldiers on the ship.

The aircraft carrier slowly turned around, and its huge steel body broke through the waves and divided the sea water.

Schroeder stood on the fore deck of the aircraft carrier, picked up his telescope and looked into the distance.

The anxiety in his heart became deeper and deeper.

"Wow..."

In the sound of the tide-surging waves, there seemed to be some inexplicable sound.

It became clearer and clearer, like a chanting of something.

The technicians who were always monitoring the situation around the aircraft carrier immediately reported the situation.

"There are a large number of sound sources."

"In heaven!"

Countless people looked up and saw that in the thick darkness, something was flying.

It is densely connected.

Only then did everyone see that many black clouds were not clouds, but bats flying with wings.

"That's...bat!"

Schroeder's adjutant said a little incredible.

Bats should not appear above the sea. There is no food for them, no place to stop, and even no room for them to survive.

But the bat in front of him appeared like this, and appeared without warning.

"Don't worry about them, drive away."

After Schroeder glanced at the bat in the sky, he seemed to have thought of something. His expression changed for a moment, and then he quickly said to the adjutant.

"Complete!"

As the order was issued, the aircraft carrier battle group above the sea began to move quickly.

Above the altitude, Carlos and Dracula stood side by side.

Darkness and blood reach a strange harmony around them.

"They seem to be leaving."

Carlos had a pair of huge black wings behind him, and he shook his wings gently and said to Dracula.

"They can't leave."

Dracula glanced at Carlos and said calmly.

Dracula shook her shoulders, and a pair of red bat wings that were no less than Carlos appeared behind Dracula, and even looked more domineering with Dracula's cloak.

Then he flapped his wings and jumped down from the clouds.

"Then what?"

Schroeder's adjutant pointed at the sky and said in amazement.

Upon hearing this, Schroeder looked up and picked up his telescope again.

A blurry figure appeared in his vision.

As the focal length is adjusted, the picture gradually becomes clear.

Schroeder's pupils suddenly shrank.

He slowly put down the telescope in his hand.

"Everyone is on guard and ready to fight at any time."

Schroeder only saw a figure in his vision that he definitely did not want to see.

The bats in the sky began to sink continuously, and the fleet of aircraft carriers did not stop for it, but was still moving forward.

Countless bats are like a thoughtful whole, changing formations that cannot be reached by the creatures in the world, forming a huge throne of darkness in the air.

Dracula slowly sat on the huge dark throne. He put away his wings and stared at the aircraft carrier in front of him from a high place.

Surrounded by countless bats, Dracula slowly fell from the dark sky, and his cloak drifted with the long wind, revealing the demeanor and style of a nobleman.

"Stop and go back!"

Dracula gently opened his blood-lost lips and said coldly: "Holy City, I have already taken a fancy to it."

"Earl of Dracula, the vampire?"

The adjutant beside Schroeder blurted out.

Schroeder knew that things were going to be bad when he heard this. Count Dracula was Vlad III. The piercing grand duke was not a friendly person.

"vampire?"

Dracula squinted at the adjutant who made a sound, and then Dracula, who was sitting on the throne of darkness, patted her shoulder gently.

But the hand that patted the shoulder did not put it down. The next moment, the slender fingers that cleaned the dust pointed out.

Countless bats wrapped in black air seemed to be summoned by some sort of summons, flew out from behind him wildly, and countless torrents of darkness merged together, like a huge finger pressing down fiercely.

Just like the devil's finger in the darkness, this finger completely covered the person who had just opened his mouth in the entanglement of the bat.

Countless bats piled up the entire aircraft carrier's deck.

Everyone on the deck immediately pointed the guns in their hands at the figures in the air.

However, Dracula completely ignored everyone.

"There are only noble nobles here, no vampires."

"Earl Dracula, what do you want to do?"

Others don’t know the person in front of you, but the captain of the aircraft carrier, Schroeder, certainly wouldn’t be unable to recognize the person in front of you.

Count Dracula, a thousand-year-old vampire who escaped from the city of the Prophet.

He could even escape under the angel Cass. At that time, many encirclements and suppressions by the coalition forces of various countries were overturned by the people he killed alone.

"What do you want to do?"

Dracula's pale mouth raised slightly, and he crossed his hands against his chest, looking at Schroeder with a smile.

At this time, another sound rang out.

"What would you do if someone covet your lunch?"

In the dark darkness in the air, a figure walked out again. He was wrapped in thick black mist, and his light gray robe covered his appearance, but his hoarse and piercing heartstrings that made people's scalp numb.

It seems that every voice of his is about to penetrate into your mind.

Bewitching, ** and darkness are entangled in the sound.
To be continued...