Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

The Illuminati warrior originally named Gabriel Belmont killed countless evils, but in the end he became the greatest evil. The endless cycle of blood was passed down with Belmont's surname, and the Prince of Darkness was sleeping in his Castle, inside a huge and complex castle.

There are only one group of people who want to wake him up from the beginning to the end, the system side and the host.

Even with the title of Prince of Darkness, the King of Shadows, the vampire who claims to be Dracula still has the possibility to help the host. Although the other hosts are not clear about this, they believe in their captain, but the problem now is...

boom! ! !

Looking at the fire and smoke in the buildings in the distance, it is not a good choice to split up in this huge castle, not to mention that there are reincarnations in this castle...

The explosion was obviously a signal for battle. The man who saw this scene measured the distance between the two sides with his eyes, then looked down at the bottomless abyss between the two buildings, raised his hand, and the light spots in his hand formed a dark and simple The bow with a strange shape was placed on the bow and aimed at the hole formed by the explosion, and the clairvoyance formed after long honing has locked on the enemy in the smoke.

There is no need to recite the real name, the false treasure that he has used so far is only enough to recite silently in his heart.

Akahara Hound!

The crimson magic power surged, and the shot arrows turned into several blood-colored lines, drawing out various curved trajectories that the arrows should not have. In the system message on the upper left, click the prompt to make money.

There are many ordinary reincarnations who can't even escape the pursuit of the Chiyuan Hound. The reincarnations who came to snipe the host this time are good and bad based on a hundred. It is not a problem for men to judge whether they are strong or weak, but for men. Not so good for others.

"Trouble."

He sighed and clicked on the chat box. For some reason, he gave up his name and turned himself into an unnamed man. As one of the few who possesses both heroic spirit and host status, his high popularity brings not only trust but also responsibility , which is why Solomon didn't serve as the captain and he did.Although Guardians and Heroic Spirits are two categories...

Wuming: Pay attention to the display of teammates on the mini-map, if the enemy cannot be defeated, make peace with teammates first

Zell: understand

Sasaki Kojiro: Is there anything else in this place besides reincarnation?

Li Zongwen: I guess not

It’s like opening a head repeatedly, and the chat channel that has been deserted like playing a stand-alone suddenly you swiped up with each other, some exchanging information, and some chatting, such a scene of Wuming did not stop it, on the contrary Show a subtle smile.

Let them take the pressure off.

Between the thrones, Dracula's coffin...

Dragging the small map, he didn't expect anything extravagantly looking at the simple compartment above, anyway, the place where the majestic Shadow King sleeps should be very luxurious, right?Looking at the more bleak and magnificent buildings in the distance, Wuming jumped up and advanced in the air with the help of those broken planks.

This is equivalent to telling the other party his position, but his sharp eyes called clairvoyance have already explored that there are no traces of enemies around. Everyone is racing against time, and the heads of the team are also dimmed one after another. This is not evenly matched. War is a war that has to be fought.

And when the hosts were still questioning which ghostly place was between the thrones, some reincarnated people had already touched here.

They also act separately, and the reincarnated people whose atmosphere is not as harmonious as the host have a heavier burden on them. It is difficult for them to compete with the host mentality when they are struggling on the edge of survival, but their efficiency is much higher. Dracula's Castlevania itself It has become a world, but this world is only the size of a city. It may be difficult for ordinary people to find the coffin, but the footsteps of the reincarnation are not comparable to that of the host.

It's not about the speed of the two sides, but that the reincarnators can't care so much under the pressure of the task. When the hosts are still walking on tiptoe carefully, the reincarnation people have already started running without any scruples.

Fighting is a matter of course, but after all, some fish slipped through the net and came here.

Stone carvings, cloth curtains, and the luxurious atmosphere of medieval aristocrats, the center of this room is not a big bed but a steel coffin.

The iron coffin depicts the head of a ferocious beast, and the weird patterns spread around the head of the beast as a decoration. Such a weird scene makes the reincarnator have no doubts. He must have found the position, but in this position, his brain and mental ability However, the connection established by the user disappeared, like a student who entered the college entrance examination room with a mobile phone and was at a loss (?

Looking back at the gate, hesitating whether to meet up with his teammates before coming back, he finally gritted his teeth and looked back at the iron coffin, and went forward to dig his hands into the gap between the coffin lid and the museum body.

The veins on the arms were like horned dragons. Accompanied by the jaw-piercing sound of metal rubbing, the heavy iron coffin was completely opened. The reincarnation who did not intend to rest for a while poked his head out to look at the dry corpse sleeping in the coffin, feeling like Wrong person.

"This...is Dracula?"

He asked directly, looking at the withered corpse in the coffin that could not be said to have any sense of strength, he could even smell a rotten smell, probably moldy.

The vampire king is moldy?Is this guy Dracula?

He retracted his head and glanced at the layout of the room again, scratching his head in doubt, and chose to take out a long sword from the storage props.

Whether it's Dracula or not, it's okay to destroy it, right?

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands with this mentality, he reached above the coffin again and aimed at the chest of the corpse, and pierced the sword!

At that moment, he heard a click, and what he saw was that the corpse opened its eyes, revealing dry eyeballs.

At the same time, in Gensokyo, several worlds away, Ned Hogg, who was digging bamboo shoots with a pickaxe in the Lost Bamboo Forest, suddenly stopped swinging the pickaxe.

"What's the matter?" Meihong was a little puzzled, "You don't have to worry about jumping to your waist when you stop suddenly."

"Nothing, just a very subtle feeling."

He lowered his head and looked at the palm holding the pickaxe. At this moment, it was a little gray, and the nails turned gray-black sharp. The part that belonged to the vampire seemed a little excited.

PS1: Not alone,

NO.8: Secretly open the vest.

(I was delayed for an hour and a half by the signing contract of the new book early in the morning. After a few months, the signing documents became more and more troublesome.)

The palace of the mind is not the distorted landscape of the sodium metaaluminate group next door. Nid Hogg's mental landscape constantly changes as he grows up, but from the moment he becomes an avenger and declares war on the gods, his mental landscape It was fixed into this lonely Longchu Temple.

A palace that symbolizes power, luxury, and loneliness. Nieder Hogg's body sits on the throne day after day, looking at the image above. This is not the relationship between machines and manipulators, they are A person, Nid Hogg's mood can also be reflected here, the outside of Longchu Hall is a chaos, and the space that can be changed at any time becomes clear, stormy, and violent with Nid Hogg's mood. It was snowing.

But it’s not just the weather that’s reflected here, there’s something else as well.

"resonance?"

Looking up at the dome of Longchu Temple, there is a fireball the size of a washbasin hovering there, and three lead ball-sized fireballs of different colors revolve around the largest fireball, which looks like a satellite revolving around a planet .

At this moment, the blood-colored satellite was in a restless state, as if it was about to leave its orbit, and something outside was attracting it. Although Nid Hogg had never encountered this phenomenon, he had seen similar ones before. screen.

The thread of fate moves forward all the way, and only the moment when it is cut off is the real end. The king sitting in the palace occasionally sees the illusion that countless threads connect him, but this time, he saw it again.