Rolf opened his eyes in surprise.

"Damn-"

I saw Serena covering her left shoulder, flapping her bone wings, screaming and retreating crazily!

Until a few meters away.

A few seconds later.

The patricide raised his head and looked at the person opposite with hatred in his eyes.

The pure white one, the true vampire.

"Dear sister."

The cold and charming Corterina Corleone stood opposite her coldly.

The limbs are complete and strong, and the bone wings can expand and contract freely.

Purple eyes, cold and sharp.

It's like I've never been hurt.

In the queen's left arms, Thales was asleep, unconscious, moaning and panting.

Serena looked at her sister ferociously and angrily, and roared unwillingly.

The Queen of Night took a step forward and threw Serena's bloody left arm on the snow, which she had just torn off, and then a stern look appeared on her face:

"second round."

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Tower of End, Blade Valley, Underground Secret Room.

Shao stroked his long white beard and stepped in slowly.

He lit the everlasting lamp in the corner of the room.

This is a strange round room.

There are no belongings at all.

Just thick stone walls.

The stone walls are full of scratches of various colors, some deep and some shallow, varying in length.

It's like it was drawn out randomly.

Shao turned around and looked to the other side of the room.

It was a huddled figure, trembling in the corner of the room.

Shao looked at the man for a while and sighed slowly: "Is it more serious?"

The figure kept shivering, and it took a long time to say: "It's...devouring me..."

Shao's face was solemn: "Swallow? You mean, corrode your body?"

The figure trembled, raised his head and smiled miserably:

"more than."

"This kind of power..."

"It's almost like it's on me..."

"Come alive..."

Shao frowned: "What's going on?"

The figure continued to tremble, as if seeing the deepest fear: "It has its own consciousness, like the devil in my heart, urging me, threatening me, intimidating me..."

"Go and fight for your life."

"Go fight."

"To kill."

"can not stop……"

"can not stop……"

"Until I die..."

"Or death rejects me again..."

"can not stop……"

Shao closed his eyes and was silent for a long time.

When he opened his eyes again, his eye circles were already red.

Shao, the respected Far Eastern inheritor of Terminus Tower, slowly sat down cross-legged beside the figure, his eyes filled with sadness:

"Perhaps this plan is simply wrong."

"Even a genius like Crassus...how could we..."

Shao's words were full of pain and heaviness:

"You two...I shouldn't have let you go in the first place."

However, the figure just laughed coldly:

"impossible."

"Horace and I...let's not say whether he can survive..."

"He, he later fought so many battles...killed so many people..."

"If it had been Horace who went there..."

"Can you imagine what he looks like now?"

The figure curled up even more.

Shao held his sword tightly, his heart filled with regret and pain, and sighed for a long time.

When the figure saw Shao's appearance, he tried his best and smiled:

"teacher,"

"no need to worry……"

"I...can hold on..."

"Until I complete my mission..."

"I can……"

Shao stretched out his hand with a bitter look on his face, put his hand on the figure's shoulder, and said unbearably:

"Thank you for your hard work, kid."

"Withstanding these more than thirty years..."
Chapter completed!