"Nothing is impossible. Long time gone, Dearknight!" the blood shadow bounced off and hovered in the air, eventually falling to the ground in the moonlight, turning into a figure with long silver hair.

The silver-haired man is only in his thirties, which is the most attractive age for a man, and his extremely lethal handsome face is enough to charm most of the young ladies with normal aesthetics, the only fly in the ointment is that the man's pale complexion does not look so healthy, as if he has not been bathed in warm sunlight for a long time.

"De, De Draculal?" Dilknight's golden pupils with vertical stripes contracted, and the middle-aged man in front of him with a cold face was none other than Count Delacoural, one of the Mithril Sanctuaries and the true master of Fort Wico, two thousand years ago.

"It's reassuring to see that you haven't forgotten your old friend because you've been sealed away for so long. Draculal stroked his long hair and smiled.

"I don't have this old friend who likes to plot against other people. Dear Knight said vigilantly. Draculal felt very strange to him now, with the strength of the Black Dragon Demon Golden Sanctuary, he couldn't even see his realm at all.

"Plotting?Do you mean being sealed?Without evidence, you can't talk nonsense~" Draculal laughed dumbly.

"Didn't you take advantage of my weakness after my fight with Otto, and suck my soul out of my body and seal it into the succubus's body?"

"Although I'm tempted to say that you were too careless to suffer such a plot. But—" Delacoural calmly admitted to plotting against De Knight, but he continued with a twist of words, "Didn't you realize that if I hadn't extracted your soul from the black dragon's body and used the secret methods of the blood clan to heal your flesh, I am afraid that you would have returned to the arms of the dragon god long ago." ”

"Do you mean I'm going to thank you for saving your life?" said Dee Knight with a sneer.

"If you still have a little bit of conscience. Draculal actually took it so calmly.

Dearnet almost had the urge to kill, was this still the Count of the Blood, who was known for his cunning?

"Don't be unconvinced, you know who won and who lost the battle between you and Otto, and even Otto died less than two hundred years after that battle due to a recurrence of his dark wounds, do you think you can last longer if you are hurt more?" asked Draculal.

"So you 'kindly' took out my soul and sealed it in the body of the succubus, and then healed my body?" Dear Knight snorted, "I don't understand why you have to extract my soul first. ”

"If you don't, will you trust me and let me heal you?" Draculal asked rhetorically.

"I'm sorry, but your bad reputation doesn't deserve anyone's trust. Dear Knight sarcastically said.

The Count spread his hands: "That's the problem. That's why I had to make this decision. ”

"Even if what you say has some truth, why do you need me to find a way to break the dragon seal myself, don't tell me that it took you two thousand years to heal the dark wounds on my body. Dear Knight threw out another doubt.

"Originally, according to my plan, it will take about a thousand years to completely cure you, in order to avoid your boredom, I specially caught a talented succubus from the demon world to serve as a temporary body for you, but I didn't expect my plan to be interfered in the middle, someone took advantage of my entry into the long sleep, and secretly modified the magic array I gave you to heal, and after that, everything was out of my control. The Count glanced at Rebecca, intentionally or unintentionally.

"You're lying! Kenobi would never do such a detrimental thing to others!" Rebecca retorted when she saw that the Count was preparing to cause trouble. In the Black Dragon Nest space, Kenobi also revealed to her part of the content of the transaction that year, so she had the confidence to stand firmly on Kenobi's side.

"I don't want to engage in a pointless verbal battle with you, so you can bring that Augusta out and confront him face to face. The Count immediately seized the opportunity to turn against the army.

"Kenobi is in a long sleep, and there is no way he can come out and confront you. After Rebecca finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have fallen into the earl's language trap.

"That's a shame, but I hope he didn't deliberately run away from it for fear of being exposed. The Count scoffed.

After listening to the Count's words, Dearnet showed a puzzled expression, the timing of Kenobi's entry into the eternal sleep was too coincidental for him not to have a little doubt.

"You're slandering!" Rebecca replied feebly, her words unconvincing without evidence.

'Strange, why didn't the Count kill us when he appeared, but instead argued with us?' Was he worried about the black dragon?...... ' Alfie lay limp on the ground, unable to speak, but his brain was spinning rapidly. The Count's current behavior is definitely outlandish, but what exactly is the problem?

Alfie's eyes fell on the Count's red lips, which were no longer normal red at all, but a strange blood red—blood? The lip gloss on the Count's lips was clearly blood. Thinking of the Bloodline's infamous signature skills, Alfie seemed to understand Draculal's intentions in such nonsense.

"Flesh Evolution! You're Flesh Evolution!" Alfie exclaimed. Flesh evolution is a natural skill of the Vampire Demon Bat, and there is no doubt that the Earl of the Blood Clan must also master this skill, and he is now in the process of such an evolution, so he is delaying time for him to complete this evolution. Whether he absorbs the flesh of Coughlon or the blood of Dear Knight, or both, this evolution will greatly increase his strength.

"It's been recognized! It's a cunning little fellow. The Count wiped the remaining blood on his lips with his fingers, "But you're still too late to wake up, my flesh evolution is complete." ”

"Whose flesh are you absorbing? Mr. Coughren or Dearknight. Alfie's heart sank, and he guessed the worst outcome.

"Guess what, there is a prize for guessing right~" The Earl smiled and began to approach Alfie step by step, but Alfie, who was paralyzed on the ground, had no way to retreat. He liked the feeling of playing with cat and mouse very much, and in his opinion Alfie was already a lamb to the slaughter, and he wanted to prolong the pleasure as much as possible.

"Black, black dragon!" Alfie reluctantly uttered the guess. He hadn't forgotten that divine magic itself had a restraining effect on the bloodline, and as long as the Count wasn't brainless, he wouldn't absorb this kind of energy that didn't match his attributes.

"Be smart! As a reward, I'll make you the first person to die under the Law of Devouring. This is the glory that I, Draculal, the Earl of the Bloods have bestowed upon you!" said the Earl as he reached out and grabbed at the top of Elfie's head, a deep black hole appeared in his palm, and Alfie felt as if his soul had been sucked into it with just one look.