The first thousand five hundred and thirty-eight chapters take the initiative to attack
The black bat circled down and Dracula raised his right paw to catch it in the palm of his hand. Squeak - the bat struggled and screamed twice before being crushed into a ball of black meat. The black cylinder under his claw was a metal thing.
, with enough strength to crush it, he picked out a roll of paper from the mouth of the cylinder with the tip of his left paw, unfolded it and took a look, and his shoulders couldn't help but tremble twice.
Isabel's eyes flashed behind her. She had already seen the handwriting on the note. It was a Satanic text exclusive to the high-level vampires. Dear Dracula, when the first ray of moonlight shines on the top of the Arc de Triomphe tomorrow night, I will exchange the spiritual staff for it.
Your woman, or you will receive her beautiful head... The final signature is the Secret Communist Alliance.
The note at the tip of Dracula's claw automatically swung a few times and burned with a hiss, quickly turning into ashes in the blue flames. He still sat on the chair with his left paw raised, blood red.
His eyes were filled with two angry tears, and the next moment, two lines of blood-red tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes and slid down his pale cheeks.
Ta-ta-
Blood and tears dripped on the black skirt of Dracula's chest. They were soaked but could not be seen. Yaoye, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to feel the anger in his master's heart. His body trembled even more. In the end, he could actually hear bursts of blood.
The brittle sound of his bones, the fright in his bones refers to his current appearance.
Isabel stretched her arms forward and hugged her father's neck. Her palms were intertwined on his chest. She buried her head on her slightly thin shoulders and murmured something in a low voice.
She was filled with sadness because her mother was a stranger and far away to her. She didn't want to lose her father. The vampire's heart couldn't beat and their blood couldn't flow, but they also had human emotions and it was hard to let go of family ties.
Dracula seemed to have become a silent statue, not even feeling his daughter whispering in his ear. At this moment, the lights in the castle dimmed in vain, and only the blazing flame in the fireplace was swaying.
I don't know how long time passed, as if it was as long as a century. Dracula's indifferent eyes gradually glowed with two glimmers of light. He raised his paw and patted the back of his daughter's hand gently, signaling her to loosen up a little, so that the tip of his talon could be convenient.
He reached into his clothes, and when his claws stretched out from the clothes again, there were two small bottles as big as thumbs on the tips of the claws, crystal clear crystal bottles, each of which contained a drop of blood as solid as agate.
Dracula opened two bottles and poured the blood into his claws. His two thin lips moved slowly, and he was calling two names, Hughes and Prono. These two old guys had rested enough, and now
It's their turn to do something.
The call is like an ancient spell. If you don't listen carefully, you won't know what it is called. Isabel behind you can hear it most clearly. Her father is calling the two most powerful generals under his command, and they are also the two laziest guys.
The two guys have not been seen since the beginning of the war. They are said to be sunbathing on a warm Hawaiian beach.
The calls came over and over again, and now Dracula needs these two former judges of the Holy See. These two guys have not appeared since they surrendered to the Holy Lord. No matter what happens here, they will ignore it unless it is
Call with the pure blood they left behind.
Dracula seemed to be calling tirelessly, no matter how many times, a lazy voice finally sounded from the door: "Stop calling, the little black girl you just caught has been scared away by you!"
Luo, two men wearing slippers and plaid short-sleeved shirts walked in from the door. Both of them had a pair of toad glasses on the bridge of their noses. From the grains of sand left on the soles of their shoes when they walked, it was not difficult to tell that these two guys were in the same place.
I was sunbathing on the beach in a completely different time zone, and my dissatisfaction was now written all over my face.
These two were the former judges of the Holy See, Hughes and Proneo. One of them used the Spear of Longinus, and the other used the Sword of Judgment. They were also the strongest assistants Dracula could think of.
If there are these two people helping me, I will be much more sure of replacing someone with a spiritual staff tomorrow.
Dracula put the two drops of pure blood back into the bottle, and told what happened to the two old guys who came closer. In his opinion, the two adjudicators in front of him were the most helpful right now.
After hearing this, the two of them lowered their heads and thought for a few seconds. Hughes raised his head and said, "There is a saying in China that it is better to take the initiative than to be beaten passively. I think the best way now is to save people today. As long as they save people,
Being rescued is equivalent to taking the initiative."
Pronio seemed to agree with his old friend's idea and kept nodding. He was a bit awkward at first, so it was best to nod and leave the rest to the old friend.
"By the way, go rescue people now. With the three of us working together, we will be able to successfully rescue Lilith. I can swear in the name of Satan that the guys from the Secret Alliance will definitely pay the price with blood." Dracula's eyes were red.
The light flashed, and it looked like an excited and bloodthirsty beast. It was completely different from before. When he saw Yao Ye who was still lying on the ground, he rushed forward and kicked him in the face.
Yaoye did not dodge or evade, but received the kick firmly. His whole body was rolled over from the kneeling position to lying on his back. He lay on the ground without daring to move, and heard the sound in his ears.
Dracula's cold voice: "Go away, I don't care what method you use, you must find a place to detain the person in two hours. If you exceed five minutes, I will make you disappear forever."
These words had been made very clear. Yao Ye jumped up from the ground with a trembling body. He leaned forward and kicked his feet. His whole body shot towards the door like a discharged cannonball and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Dusk is rushing, and people living in the romantic city have no intention of sleeping. On the street corners are couples of men and women huddled together eating snacks. Here, even those who engage in sex on the street will be labeled as pursuing romance.
I have to say that Paris is a great place full of floral and hormonal scents.
The night in Paris is filled with all kinds of debauched sounds. A few foreign guys with chicken coop hair are strumming the old wooden guitars in their hands on the roadside, making bursts of sounds like playing cotton in the country. They may not even know the music score.
But when I came here, I was playing music. The upturned felt hat in front of me had already accumulated a lot of steel coins and loose notes, which showed that some people appreciate playing cotton here. No, it was playing music.
call--
A strange gust of wind whistled past, blowing the felt hat in front of the foreign boy to the middle of the road. The steel hammer rolled away far away, and the small-denomination bills flew into the sky. The foreign boy stopped playing in his hands, in disbelief.
Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he suddenly came back to his senses and ran over to pick up the money. No one saw that the person who flew past just now was a person, a guy who was running out of time. At this time, he had already rushed to a deserted alley.
Here, he kicked off his feet and spread out two wings behind his back, fluttering and flying into the sky.