In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Lothar was slightly suspicious in her heart: "If it is something that can bring shame to your family if it is only allowed to be seen by women, then it is best not to see it. To be honest, I am not very interested."

"Isn't this too lazy? Since you insist, let's go see it together. I just hope you won't publicize this matter, otherwise I will be too embarrassed."

There was a hint of shame on Humphrey's face: "Actually, there is nothing particularly shameful, just some Persian dancers from Ctesiphon. Their dances are charming and colorful, and they have a very blasphemous 'title', called Demons." Dancing, to be honest, even I often think that this is the temptation of the devil, but I always can't let it go."

"Just dancing?"

Lothar was a little confused. She originally thought it was a silver party, but she really didn't understand how this mere dance could be related to "blasphemy".

But curiosity was indeed aroused.

No matter how exciting they are, they are just like the girl groups from the Southern Dynasties in their previous lives, right?

The group of people walked deeper into the castle.

"Everyone, please follow me. This is the room I usually use to meet with distinguished guests. I built it by flattening three storage rooms. It is spacious enough."

"The wine and food are all ready, waiting for our distinguished guests to enjoy."

Humphrey opened the door with a smile on his face: "Please come in."

This place is indeed very spacious. In the middle of the wide hall, a dozen well-dressed male servants are already standing in front of the long table carrying silver trays.

Lothar sighed inwardly at the wealth of Transjordan. The moment he stepped into the door, the world was spinning. The scene in front of him had changed from a wide hall to a narrow corridor.

In the darkness, only an oil lamp was burning on the wall, illuminating the area.

The light shone on Humphrey's profile, and the corners of his mouth turned up, slowly revealing a ferocious smile: "I'm really vigilant. It's not easy to separate you two."

Lothar took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Teleportation array?"

"Lord Humphrey, what do you want to do after you took so much trouble to 'invite' me in?"

"Haha, don't worry, my goal is not to kill you, but just to sacrifice you to the great God - and you will also get the glory of being integrated with the God."

Humphrey's voice became sharper.

His clothes fell to the ground because they were too wide.

The neck and arms have all become slender and narrow, covered with blue-gray scales: "If you don't resist, I can still be gentler to you."

"A follower of the evil god?"

There was a hint of horror in Lothar's eyes. He raised his hand and made a blood magic start.

The arc of the corner of Humphrey's mouth became longer and longer, until he revealed the sharp jagged fangs in his mouth: "I know you are an extraordinary person, but I am too - and you don't have a weapon in your hand, what can you use to fight me?"

Humphrey's forelimbs popped out sharp claws, and his lizard-like body suddenly jumped out of his clothes and grabbed Lothar.

His speed was extremely fast, giving Lothar the same feeling as when he was sparring with Hans after he was promoted to five stars.

That was an extraordinary power that he couldn't resist.

The attributes are completely overwhelming!

"Blood Guards, listen to my orders!"

Lothar yelled, and two ghost-like soldiers appeared out of thin air. They were wearing blood-colored trench coats, with pale faces and sharp fangs at the corners of their mouths.

As soon as he emerged, they rushed towards Humphrey.

The sound of the heart beating violently was like a war drum in this closed corridor.

Knowing that the enemy was difficult to deal with, they all activated the Blood Falls without any hesitation, pushing their attribute values ​​to a level close to Humphrey's.

Lothar, on the other hand, immediately retreated without looking back. He didn't know where he was teleported to, but escaping immediately was definitely the best choice.

Because the enemy is too powerful, he can't help much if he stays.

The top priority is to meet up with Prajna and Fringilla immediately.

…

He didn't know how far he ran, but the two vampire soldiers died faster than he imagined.

Following the crazy warning from the beast's instinct, he suddenly stopped.

Humphrey, who should be behind him, appeared in front of him again.

Although at this moment, Humphrey's condition does not look very good.

His scales were riddled with pits etched by strong acid, and one eye was completely blind.

But the expression on his face was still that morbid smile: "Baron Lothar, it would be a pity that two loyal guards died like this. So, I sacrificed them to the god. This It’s such a great gift.”

It can be seen that the scars on his body are recovering quickly, and even the corrosion marks on his scales are quickly being eliminated.

"Stop resisting, haven't you realized? This corridor is basically a closed ring. In order to trap you, I have sealed the entrance so that no one can come through."

"You can't escape."

Humphrey was approaching step by step, and the terrifying pressure made Lothar feel a trace of despair in his heart.

Without the protection of Prajna and Fringilla, there was really too little available power around him. He didn't even have a usable sword.

It would be fine if the enemy were a noble, a human being, or anyone who could use common sense to reason about and talk to.

But the opponent is a fanatical believer driven by an evil god. With such a monster, can there be any pros and cons?

Lothar tried hard to get rid of the fear that was constantly emerging in his heart, but he still felt a coldness in his hands and feet, as if there was some kind of terrifying existence invisible, eating away at his life bit by bit.

But at this moment, Lothar felt that an extremely terrifying blood magic power suddenly emerged from the gargoyle ring in his hand, pouring into his body like a stormy wave.

Inside the castle hall.

"Where are your lord and that Humphrey?"

"It's a teleportation array!"

Prajna's face changed slightly.

At the same time, a cold voice sounded: "The magic is so powerful that even the teleportation array cannot be effective on you. Sure enough, as long as I eat you, I will definitely be able to regain all my strength."

With a loud noise, a gap suddenly opened in the ground under Prajna's feet, and lead-gray arms stretched out from the gap and grabbed her ankles.

boom--

Prajna fell directly into the crack.

The moment Fringilla suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness in her body, she instantly transformed into a group of bloody bats. She flapped her wings and flew through her arms with lingering fear, flying to the ceiling.

"what to do?"

She glanced at the crack in the ground anxiously.

"Is this silly big guy going to be okay?"

"Hell, why should I worry about the stupid big guy? If she can't stand it, the rest of them will never be alive."

Fringilla's expression suddenly changed: "By the way, Sir, Sir, he was teleported away, he must be in danger!"

The blood-colored bats quickly gathered together and re-condensed into Fringilla's body. She rushed towards the path with some anxiety, but the originally open stone door suddenly closed at this moment.

In the room, all the slaves turned their heads at this moment and stared at her.

The next moment, they all grinned and showed a sinister smile.

A kind of fear that makes people worship, enveloped Fringilla's heart for an instant, but she overcame this fear in just a moment, and her eyes instantly turned into pure blood color.

"Get out of here, you pretentious guy!"

"I'm right in front of you."

The servant who led the way smiled politely.

The next second, a bloody spear pierced his body.

"Sorry, I'm here."

Another servant took over.

"All of them?"

"Then let's all die!"

Fringilla opened her hands more and more impatiently, and the magic power gathered. In her palm, spears made of blood slowly emerged, and the next moment, they shot out.

One after another the servants fell to the ground.

But there was no blood flowing from their wounds, instead, there was a sticky substance like black grease.

These sticky substances quickly solidified into black monsters as if they were alive. Their appearances were all kinds of strange. Some were lying on all fours with a head on their back; some had their limbs replaced by sharp blades; and some were simply Then a black head like a lizard grew.

"Stay here. I can already smell the sweet blood on your body. Devouring you should be enough for me to wake up initially. At that time, I will deal with the more difficult one below."

The black monsters said in unison.

At this time.

In the crack of the ground, the shrill roar of the evil spirit roared loudly!

The next moment, Prajna's figure jumped up high and hit the ground like a cannonball. Layers of spider-like cracks slowly spread from where she landed.

Her body was covered with dust, and the skin and flesh on her left arm had been almost completely peeled off, revealing the white bones.

But such an injury did not make her show any pain.

She just looked at the black monsters expressionlessly, and the coldness in her eyes made the bricks under her feet covered with a layer of frost.

Fringilla's face showed a hint of joy.

"Silly man, just be fine."

Prajna raised his shield horizontally, and the black ghost-faced shield rotated rapidly like saw teeth, with some minced meat stained on it.

It can be seen that although the time just now was short, she had already experienced a fierce battle underground!

She said concisely and concisely: "Go and save the Lord."

Fringilla shook her head and said: "No, it's too late. Although I can locate the master's position through the gargoyle ring, I am disturbed and can't feel clearly at all."

"However, I have another way. I'll leave it to you for the time being."

Prajna glanced at Fulin in surprise, and after a moment, she chose to believe it.

She knew that Fulin, who usually seemed unreliable, must be trustworthy in this matter.

Lothar, who was in the dark corridor, slowly raised his palm, feeling the terrifying magic power filling it, even threatening to burst his whole body.

This is…

Flynn's power!

The system's prompt sounds: Your servant Fringilla has temporarily lent all his magic power to you by offering a sacrifice to Tepesh's family heirloom: the Gargoyle Ring.

You temporarily activate the special talent: "Tyrant".

The terrifying magic power flowed in his veins like ice-cold snow water.

"Flynn..."

He opened his hand, and a fine layer of blood seeped out from his pores, and then flowed on his body as if alive.

Until, it converged on his right arm.

Here it is.

The blood that condensed into substance surged, turning into ferocious arm guards like bone spurs, raised high on his shoulders and elbows.

Lothar opened her eyes, her eyes filled with scarlet and madness.

Keng——

The blood in his palm condensed into bright crystals like rubies.

Lothar held the blood crystal with his right arm.

Look up.

Like a tyrant opening his eyes.