The situation happened suddenly, and the gargoyle was inexplicably ossified, and before he could react, the huge stone statue creaked and slammed into the black-robed mage.

In front of the gargoyle's nearly two-meter-tall and stout body, the figure of the black-robed mage was pitifully thin. The distance between the two was so close that in the blink of an eye, the gargoyle was already approaching the top of the black-robed mage's head.

But the black robe seemed to be frozen, and it stood there motionless.

At the moment when there was no room for hair, a figure burst in with a whirring wind, and blasted away the gargoyle with a punch, his punch was extremely ingenious, and the fist wind and fist momentum did not rub against the black-robed mage at all.

The gargoyle slammed into the wall, causing the unusually solid stone wall to sink into a large chunk!

Looking at the gargoyle again, a long and deep crack broke out at the waist, and in full view of everyone, the upper half of his body slowly slipped from the crack at his waist and fell to the ground.

There was silence.

The black-robed mage remained motionless the whole time, and he didn't even raise his eyes to see who the life-saving benefactor was.

And the eyes of the vampires are fixed on the stone statues, their gargoyles, briefly resurrected, frozen, broken in half, never recoverable, surprised, and then lost, everything happened so fast that they didn't even have time to chew on the taste of surprise.

If the vampires were just disappointed, then Naikroman Wizd's heart was desperate, extremely excited and excited, and then to the tragic scene in front of him, the ups and downs, Naikromanke's hand hidden in the robe trembled slightly, he didn't even think about it, he was almost hit by the stone statue, in his opinion, the stone statue is far more important than being smashed, and he has the ability to atomize, he can be a virtual body in an instant, and there will be no fatal injuries at all. In such a mentality, it is necessary for him to have a trace of gratitude and affection for the person who punches. That's obviously not possible.

Relatively speaking, he wanted to give the person who smashed the gargoyle in half a little bit of power!

At last he took a step, and Naikromanc Wizd swooped down on the stone statue that had fallen to the ground with great agility, his whole body trembling with his fingers gently touching, and he looked as if his beloved lover had died, and the werewolves who came to him shivered.

And the wolf emperor Leo, who was kind enough to punch, rubbed his hands quite embarrassedly, at that time, the werewolf clan had just rushed downstairs. If he wants to break through from the outside of the crowd to the inside, and successfully split the stone statue that is about to press the mage, only he has the strength.

Now, though, he wonders if he's going to punch, judging by the person in question. It seems that he would prefer not to make a move.

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Wolf Emperor, for your help. With the noble voice of the vampire patriarch, the vampire people finally returned to their souls collectively. They all bowed their heads to tidy up their appearance, and raised their heads and chests. He bowed gracefully to the patriarch and consciously gave way.

Leo smiled at the bottom of the stairs and said, "Yes." ”

Evant Sengeunari's gaze swept over everyone present, and then glanced at the black-robed mage crouching there. There was a sneer in his eyes. As for the resurrection of the gargoyle, he at most called it a bit of curiosity, if from the perspective of interests, he would prefer that the gargoyle continue to squat honestly on the stone base.

Naikroman Wizd has ambitions. has strength, but mentally, it can only be described as naïve and stupid, as the patriarch of the vampire clan, he will never let such a stupid person make big waves.

As for the black-robed mage's ambition to regain the hegemony of the vampire clan, it was actually just a joke, and he didn't look at it, for many years, the elites of the vampire clan were wiped out one after another, whether it was the Holy See, or the technology of the human race, the boiling net would cause fatal damage to the vampire clan, in this case, only he, the vampire clan, still lived a rich and comfortable life, and did not have to hunt hard, and the delicious blood from all over the world was continuously sent.

When there is land, it is not only a strong force that can obtain status and honor, but some strength, combined with money and wisdom, is enough for him to live the life he wants for hundreds of years—feasting, clothing, collecting, and enjoying more luxurious than a real nobleman......

Aside from the occasional boredom, he is very content with his life.

The gargoyle was resurrected and died, and died completely, which is quite interesting, the Marquis sighed indifferently, and sympathized with half-truths and half-truths in his heart: Poor Denekromanc Wizde~~~~ Well, find him something to do during this time, reduce his sense of blow, lest he go crazy again and lose his mind.

If it weren't for the fact that the black robe was the only mage in the vampire, what would he do to clean up the mess for a stupid person?

Hiding his impatience, Ishrant had a soft smile on his face, and under the bright light, his smile seemed to emit a faint light, which fascinated the vampire people around him, and they bowed their heads in convincing, among the vampires, the stronger the strength, the more beautiful the posture and bearing, the higher the charm, and there is no doubt that their patriarch is the most noble and elegant model.

"Carry the gargoyle back to the mage's room, and the mage will study what caused the gargoyle to come back to life and malfunction. ”

Raising his head suddenly, Naikromanc Wizd really wanted to scold himself for being stupid, he was wasting his time here, he should go and solve the secret of the gargoyle!

Or, the people who were there at the beginning knew what they were saying, and their eyes hidden in the black robes were staring at Iron Fist and the others, as if they felt like ice was piercing them.

Nekromanke smiled with satisfaction, hehe, now that the werewolf clan patriarch is here, it is inconvenient for him to do his hands and feet, turn around, he must find a way to dig something out of the brains of those people!

"What, what's going on?" A faint voice with a smile came from the stairs, and the sect master of the Natural Sect, Sha Ling, paced down the stairs.

Behind Sha Ling, followed by Li Zhijin, Danny, and Wu Gu with their heads down, and in front of his feet, he was trotting out in winter. Zhao Wang and the others, who were hiding behind Iron Fist, could hardly hold back their smiles.