Chapter 151 Lanqi Welcomes You

A few hours later.

On the cliffs beside the river that flows through the border of the Horning Empire.

With lights dimming and mist lingering, even the moonlight is sometimes hidden by clouds in the dark night, and Lichtens Castle looks even more eerie and unpredictable.

It was almost midnight.

A figure streaked across the night sky, bringing with it a strong gust of wind pressure and a whistling sound in the jungle air, accompanied by scattered leaves and a biting chill.

The figure was flying at such a swift speed that the stars in the night sky seemed to turn into streaks of light in his sight.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and the cliff, broken bridge and castle quickly approached his sight.

Then he gradually slowed down, as if he was about to reach his destination.

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

The deep eyes that sparkled with ruby-like light were like cold chains, seeing through everything.

"Did my outstanding family member die here?"

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

He swooped down and the moment he flew over the cliff, he could clearly see Lichtens Castle through the clouds.

The murderer had no way to escape from the cliff. There was no sign of any biological activity in the forest, and the lights in the castle were still on, which seemed to indicate that these guys were hiding in the castle.

This castle was very sturdy, and it had a protective barrier that even Palocas felt was very powerful. If he used long-range magic to attack it, it would not only fail to break the defense, but would also scare away the people inside.

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

The moonlight sprinkled on his black robe, giving him a thin silver cloak, making him look more noble and mysterious at night.

“…”

Count Palocas looked at the castle from afar, his face looking extremely grim.

The lights were still on in the castle's base, and through the curtains that were glowing with a pale yellow halo, one could even see a few figures looming.

It was as if they were having a joyful dinner, not realizing the consequences of their mistakes, and until now they had not cared about the possible anger of the vampire Count.

But soon, a glimmer of understanding flashed in Paloukas' eyes.

"It's just some tricks."

Count Palocas chuckled softly, and the sarcastic and indifferent voice was particularly clear in the silent night.

The answer is simple. These clever guys set a trap in the castle and pretended to be relaxed in order to let him down his guard. Once he entered, they would all rush out and fight him to the death.

Humans are weak and humble creatures, and occasionally there are a few who try to disobey the vampires with a foolish mentality.

The ending will always point to one direction: dreams are shattered and people die.

But Paloukas greatly enjoys humans who are willing to resist him.

Because the more he crushes them, the more he can experience some fun that will never go out of style.

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

The Count walked slowly in the night, and his reflection gradually lengthened.

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

This is also the capital that he has always been fearless and proud of.

The number of powerful demons and werewolves who died at his hands was already countless, and the number of humans who died was even greater, piled up into a mountain of corpses and a sea 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 Palocas arrived at the gate of the castle's foundation level. He raised his hand and pushed open the castle's gate without hesitation.

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

The door opened with a bang, and with the emergence of bright lights and warmth, Count Palocas walked straight in. The terrifying magic and oppression on his body seemed to make the whole castle tremble.

"Where are the poor fellows hiding?"

The door slowly closed behind the count, blocking out the cold wind and the silence of the night.

He stood in the castle's sanctuary hall, his deep eyes slowly wandering around the hall, ready to face the scene of this group of weak and stupid humans rushing towards him in fear one after another.

But.

The next scene made Count Palocas pause.

His eyes, which were originally full of confidence and playfulness, now became a little confused.

Everything was different from what he had imagined.

Count Palocas's sight was attracted by the brilliance above the sky. The crystal ornaments inlaid with gold patterns above were as bright as stars, spreading warm light to every corner of the hall. The spectacular light illuminated the dark stone carvings on the wall and left bright streaks of light on the smooth white stone floor.

In the most conspicuous position in the hall, there is a grand and spacious long table. The silver candlesticks sparkle in the firelight, reflecting the shadows of light dancing in the air, and the high-backed chairs carefully carved from brown oak are 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 are sharing dinner around the long table in the center. They toast to each other, and laughter and conversation echo in the banquet hall.

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

But the atmosphere of this banquet was strangely harmonious, as if it was a feast for those high-sounding villains in world history who could never disappear! With the intrusion of Count Palocas, their laughter gradually stopped, and they all looked at Count Palocas.

Paloukas: “?”

Could it be that these people...

Are you really having a party?

…

Late at night at Ikerita College, the Jera Memorial Square was glowing with white light.

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

However, at this point in time, the square became unusually restless again.

Compared to the lively and expectant atmosphere this afternoon, even though many students had gathered again in front of the steps where they could see the outdoor giant screen, the atmosphere was unusually depressing and heavy.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ever since Frey defeated the Saint of Destruction near sunset, Lanci only told the clergy and the three people from the Chamber of Commerce to entertain the Earl in the evening, and then he turned off the [Shadow World Recording Program].

It was not until eleven o'clock that Lanqi turned on the live broadcast again.

The students knew that the end was approaching, and even though they knew it was a dead end, some could not help but stay up late again and came to the square to watch.

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

A literal treat!

"What on earth does Lanqi mean?"

"Are you really not going to try at all?"

Many students asked in astonishment.

In fact, until Count Palocas actually arrived, some of them still believed that Lanci would take action next and start key preparations.

If this group of challengers could survive five full days of the Shadow World's rampage in this desperate beast cage-like situation and come back alive, it would not be an exaggeration to call this Shadow World a miracle.

The only chance of survival now is to survive tonight, then everyone will work together to cut wood and build the bridge before dark the next day, and continue to escape from the pursuit on the second night. Then everyone will play a cat-and-mouse game with the vampire Count in the Horning Empire for three days and three nights.

This was their glimmer of hope as they had captured the traitor ahead of schedule and no one was killed.

If there is still a threat from traitors, they may not even be able to build a bridge or work together to escape from the Horning Empire! But no matter what, the premise of everything is to survive tonight.

And there were four more nightmare days to come.

Maybe losing to the vampire lord tonight would be a relief.

The fact is that Lanqi had already lost the will to fight, and he held his last dinner, calmly facing death.

On the road at the edge of the square.

Modan Gasigs looked at the giant open-air screen calmly, and finally, as if he couldn't help it, he sneered.

As the son of a marquis, he originally had a good opportunity to possess Hyperion, but Lanci intervened and even threatened him with the law.

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

Unlike most of the students, he felt extremely happy at the moment! "Poor guy... finally at the end of his rope, right?"

Modan snorted softly, it would be good if Lanqi died, and it would be even better if that bitch Hyperion, the disaster star, died with him.

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

Faced with the vampire count, an irresistible natural disaster creature that completely crushes humans in terms of race, all the little cleverness seems as ridiculous as a clown.

Then some poor fellow would be in a panic, crying, being brutally abused to the point of losing all face, and finally having his intestines ripped open in a state of extreme misery! Modan could already imagine the future.

The only thing he was curious about now was——

How long can Lanqi continue to hold on in front of the vampire Count!

However.

On the screen of the open-air giant screen.

Lanqi, sitting on the main seat at the end of the long table, gently shook the light rose-colored liquid in the tall glass. A wisp of unique aroma of wine, which was a concentrated combination of mellow, fruity and refreshing fragrance, seemed to be able to fill his nose and refresh his lungs.

He never drank the wine.

Even though Count Palocas had arrived, Lanci's expression did not change at all.

He seemed to have seen all the ups and downs of life, and leaned back in his chair with a tired look on his face.

Turning his head, he glanced at Count Palocas.

"Xiao Pa, here you come."

(End of this chapter)