Don't confiscate my citizenship

A few hours later.

The Horning Empire flows by the river on the border and on the cliff.

In the dark night with dim lights, shrouded mist, and even the moonlight being hidden by the clouds from time to time, Lichtens Castle looks even more eerie and unpredictable.

It's approaching twelve o'clock in the evening.

A figure streaked across the night sky, and a strong wind pressure and whistling sound were brought up in the jungle air, accompanied by scattered leaves and a biting chill.

The figure's flying speed was extremely fast, and the stars in the night sky seemed to turn into streaks of light in his sight.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and the cliffs, broken bridges, and castles quickly zoomed closer in his sight.

Then he gradually slowed down, as if he was almost reaching his destination.

Under the moonlight, the figure in mid-air became clearer and clearer. He was handsome and had a sculpture-like physique. His almost perfect lines depicted the best combination of elegance and strength. Even among the vampires, he must be extremely handsome. A type that is good at fighting.

The deep gaze shining like rubies was like a cold chain, penetrating everything.

Did my excellent family members die here?

Count Palokas's voice was like a whisper emerging from the abyss, full of irresistible majesty.

He swooped and flew, and the moment he crossed the cliff, he could clearly see Lichtens Castle behind the clouds and mist.

The murderer had no way of escaping from the cliff. There were no signs of biological activity in the forest, and the lights in the castle were still on at the moment. It seemed that these guys were hiding in the castle.

This castle is very strong, and it is equipped with a protective barrier that even Palokas feels is powerful. If a long-range magic attack is used, it may not only be unable to break the defense, but also scare away the people inside.

In an instant, Count Palokas' body fell like a meteorite on the land far away from the castle.

The moonlight shines on his black clothes and puts a thin silver cloak on him, making him look more noble and mysterious at night.

...

Count Palokas stared at the castle from a distance, his face looking extremely cold.

The lights are still on on the basic floor of the castle, and through the curtains with a light yellow halo, you can even see a few figures looming.

It was like they were having a cheerful dinner, unaware of the consequences of their mistakes, and until this moment, they had not cared about the possible anger of the mighty Blood Count.

But soon, a hint of understanding flashed in Palokas's eyes.

It's just little tricks.

Count Palokas chuckled softly, and the sarcastic and indifferent voice came very clearly in the silent night.

The answer is simple. This group of smart guys set a trap in the castle, pretending to be relaxed so that he can relax his vigilance. Once he enters, they will all rush out to fight him.

Human beings are weak and humble creatures, and occasionally there will be a few who try to disobey the vampires with a stupid mentality.

The ending will always point in one direction, with dreams broken and people dead.

But Palokas is very fond of humans who are willing to resist him.

Because the more he crushes them, the more he can experience some fun that won't go out of style.

This is the difference between a superior race and a worm-like race.

The count slowly moved forward in the night, and his reflection gradually lengthened.

His power [Blood Fury] can fully double his own attributes in a short period of time, and gain a great degree of control reduction.

This is something he has always been fearless and proud of.

Countless powerful demons and werewolves have died at his hands, and countless humans have piled up into mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

If the enemy is not completely superior to him in strength, he will just crush him like a bug.

Any wisdom, strategy or strange control spells are meaningless!

Soon Count Palokas came to the gate of the castle's basic floor. He raised his hand and pushed open the gate of the castle without any scruples.

He was very interested in playing with these struggling worms. The harder the worms were, the brittle they were when stepped on.

The door opened with a bang, and as bright lights and warmth emerged, Count Palokas walked straight in. The terrifying magic and oppression on his body seemed to make the entire castle tremble.

Where are the poor guys hiding?

The door slowly closed behind the count, cutting off the cold wind and the silence of the night.

He stood in the sanctuary hall of the castle, his deep eyes slowly wandering around the hall, ready to see this group of weak and stupid humans pounce on him one after another in horror.

But.

The next scene made Count Palokas stunned.

His eyes, which were originally full of confidence and joking, now became slightly confused.

Everything was different from what he imagined.

Count Palokas's sight was attracted by the brilliance above the sky. The crystal hangings inlaid with gold patterns above were like stars, spreading warm radiance to every corner of the hall. The spectacular light illuminated the walls. The dark stone carvings on the floor left bright light marks on the smooth white stone floor.

In the most conspicuous position of the hall, a grand and spacious long table occupies the middle. The silver candlesticks shine in the firelight, reflecting the shadow of light dancing in the air, and those high-backed chairs carefully carved from brown oak are just like that. Neatly arranged on both sides of the long table.

In such a luxurious banquet hall full of symbols of power and status, several men and women were sharing dinner around the long table in the center. They toasted to each other, and the sounds of laughter and conversation echoed in the banquet hall.

The scene in front of the count was full of luxury and prosperity, which reminded him of a carnival night with golden lights, singing and laughter.

But the atmosphere of this banquet had a strange sense of harmony, as if it was a gluttonous feast for those high-sounding villains in the history of the world who could never disappear!

With the intrusion of Count Palokas, their laughter gradually stopped, and they all looked at Count Palokas.

Palokas: ?

Could it be that this group of people...

Are you really having a party?

…

Late at night at Icerite College, the Jera Memorial Square was filled with white light.

The hour hand on the clock tower was almost pointing to twelve o'clock.

However, at this time, the square became unusually restless.

Compared with the lively and expectant atmosphere this afternoon, even though many students have gathered again in front of the steps where they can see the giant outdoor screen, the atmosphere is extremely depressing and heavy.

Since Frey defeated the Saint of Destruction near sunset, Lanqi only told the clergy and three people from the Chamber of Commerce that he would entertain the count that night, and then he turned off the [Shadow World Record Program] .

It wasn't until eleven o'clock that Lan Qi started the live broadcast again.

The students who understood that the final moment was coming, even though they knew it was a dead end, some couldn't help but stay up late again and came to the square to watch.

What they saw was that the nine people were actually having a dinner party.

A literal treat!

Lan Qi, what does he mean?

Are you really not trying at all?

Many students asked in a daze.

In fact, until Count Palokas actually arrived, some of them thought that Lan Qi would take action next and make key preparations.

If this group of challengers could survive the five-day rampage in the shadow world in such a desperate situation like a beast cage and come back alive, this shadow world would be a miracle.

The only chance now is to survive tonight. Then, before dark the next day, everyone will work together to cut down trees and build the bridge. On the second night, they will continue to disperse and escape from the chase. Then everyone will have to fight with each other in the Horning Empire. The Blood Count plays a cat-and-mouse game that lasts three days and nights.

This is the glimmer of hope they can bring by catching the traitor ahead of schedule and without all members being killed.

If there is still the threat of traitors, they may not even be able to repair the bridge or work together to escape from the Horning Empire!

But no matter what, the main premise of everything is to survive tonight.

And there are four more nightmare days ahead.

Maybe losing to the Vampire Earl tonight would be a relief.

The result was that Lan Qi seemed to have no intention of fighting, and was holding a final dinner party to welcome death calmly.

On the road at the edge of the square.

Modan Garsiges looked at the giant open-air screen with a calm expression, and finally, as if he couldn't bear it any longer, he sneered.

As a marquis, he originally had a good opportunity to possess Hyperion, but Lan Qi interfered and even threatened him with the law.

He still remembers what Lan Qi said to him, You admitted it yourself, which made him lose face.

Unlike most students, he felt extremely happy at the moment!

Pathetic guy...is he finally at the end of his rope?

Modan hummed softly, it would be better if Lan Qi died, and it would be better if Hyperion, that scourge bitch, died too.

Too much arrogant self-confidence will eventually lead to destruction.

Facing an irresistible natural disaster creature like the Vampire Earl, which completely overwhelms mankind racially, all cleverness seems as ridiculous as a clown.

Next, there will be a poor guy who will panic and burst into tears, be brutally ravaged to the point of losing all face, and finally have his intestines and stomach dislocated, which is extremely miserable!

Modan can already imagine the future.

The only thing he is curious about now is——

How long can Lan Qi continue to hold out in front of the vampire count!

However.

On the open-air giant screen.

Lanqi, who was sitting in the main seat at the end of the long table, gently shook the light rose-colored juice in the tall glass. A wisp of the unique aroma of wine, which could not be said to be concentrated mellow, fruity and refreshing fragrance, seemed to hit his nose. Refreshing the soul.

He never drank the wine.

Even though Count Palokas has arrived, Lan Qi's expression has not changed at all.

He seemed to have read through the bustling city and experienced vicissitudes of life, leaning back on his chair tiredly.

He turned his cheek and glanced at Count Palokas with his peripheral vision.

Xiaopa, here you go.