Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain [Comprehensive]

This is a dark forest.

But the light of the Lord is about to illuminate this darkness.

The demon revived again.

Make sure these loathsome demons know that they can't do anything in the light of the Lord.

The great Lord has not forgotten this former land of fire!

heavy frivolity,

neat mess,

bright blemishes,

haggard health,

passionate ice,

unbearably elegant,

eternal life of death,

Sleep forever awake!

Forged the kingdom of this filthy heretic!

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The glorious castle has been lost in the dark jungle that devours living things.There is a damp and dead air here, and the thick clouds can't penetrate even a ray of sunlight.

No one can come out of this dark forest alive.

This is the last tomb of the Landis Principality.

"400 years ago, this was the capital of the famous Landis Principality. Prince Dracula, Count of Lansvania, lived here.

But all the magnificence was buried 400 years ago.

Lord Landis, whose full name is Vlad Tagule Landis, was once a member of the Dragon Knights.

The prince of Lantis, full name Vlad Tepesh Lantis.

In the holy scriptures, Tepesh represents, the son of the dragon.

This kingdom, bathed in the glory of the Lord.

However, after the heresy came, the prince who inherited his father's will and had always been loyal to God, who was God's most loyal defender, betrayed the Lord overnight.

He fell in love with a princess and betrayed his faith in the Lord.

His holy heart has fallen into the abyss of darkness.

The Lord condemned Landis. "

The gentle male voice gradually deepened, accompanied by the elegant harp tinkle, he chanted softly along with the rhythm,

"Red fire,

Descending into the world...

Fire burns away all sins

dark hell

It is the final resting place of heretics..."

The harp tinkles, blowing away with the wind.

The poet went on singing,

"Avarice, envy,

rage, laziness,

gluttony, **

filthy

Mysterious runes in the sky

Light

you feel evil

The figure of the devil shuttles through the darkness

Oh God

Give strength to your faithful followers

Purify the filth..."

The bard tells the children the myths of the ancient past in a low, graceful, gentle tone, especially for biblical recitals.

The sacred breath permeated, making the whole heart calm down.

Bard, there is no such power.

"Are the princess and the prince dead?" the immature childish voice asked him softly.

"The princess is dead. The prince has become a demon."

A few children gathered beside him, and the cool wind blew, and they shivered suddenly.

The forest under the setting sun showed a little color of blood.

The bard packed his harp, "Heretic named, Dracula."

Dracula, translated as the devil.

Those who have lost their loyalty to the Lord and fell into the abyss are no longer worthy of the honor of Tepesh.

Vlad Dracula.

Landis' only remaining sin.

Ready to accept sanctions?

His white trench coat was embroidered with gold patterns.His blue eyes are as gentle as water waves, his golden hair floats softly behind him, and a silver cross necklace hangs around his neck.

He was holding a golden harp, and the smile on his lips was as warm as the sun.

like an angel.

"you are leaving?"

"There are blood-sucking devils hiding in the forest. The Lord warns us not to walk in the dark."

Several children clenched their fists in front of their chests and prayed devoutly, "Amen, may the Lord bless you."

Wind and night.

Bloody symbols floated in the sky with setting sun and clouds.

The gentle poet walked into the dark forest.

His light, hidden in the clammy darkness.

The forest is colder.

Dark green vines surround the tall castle.

The servants in the castle walked hurriedly with trays of wine.

Tonight is destined to be a carnival night.

Because the Earl woke up from a deep sleep a few days ago.

Dracula, originally the first successor of the Principality of Lantis, the orthodox successor of the Grand Duke of Lantis, his name, Vlad Tepesh Lantis.After falling into darkness for love, he sold his soul to Satan to gain powerful power and unlimited life, and thus became a nobleman among dark creatures, an earl of blood, and the demon Dracula.

for love?

It's really sad.

Ah.

The ground of the castle is covered with red velvet, and there are bright and bright candle lamps hanging on the two walls.

Everything here looks so gorgeous and elegant without losing the extravagance.

It is also a long life, and the blood race is undoubtedly the most enjoyable one among the creatures with a long life.

Only the candles were still flickering in the spacious and dark bedroom.

A black gold-rimmed cloak hung from a gold-thread ruby ​​hanger nearby.

He was wearing a white shirt with a dark red vest and tie.The long black hair was tied loosely with a red ribbon, a few strands still fluttering over the forehead and ears.

Noble and elegant.

It's just that his face is pale and unlike ordinary people.

At this moment, he leaned on the seat, propped his head and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a long deep sleep.

But his frown showed that this was not a sweet dream.

"Good night, my lord Earl."

The maid in purple gorgeous palace attire pushed open the door, holding a wine tray, and respectfully greeted her.

Bright red liquid in a wine glass.

She hardly dresses and behaves like a servant, and in the outside world she looks like a princess.

But now she is just respectfully holding the wine tray with intricate golden patterns.

His black eyelashes, which were as long as butterfly wings, moved, and he finally woke up.

In stark contrast to his pale complexion are his pupils.

The dark phantom is like the shimmering autumn water.

These eyes seem to have a strange charm, always attracting people, constantly, sinking.

The maid quickly lowered her head.

Don't offend the Earl.

She exhorted herself thousands of times.

Although he closed his eyes, he looked delicate and peaceful, but when he opened them, he was elegant and noble, as if there was no threat at all.

But every "person" in this castle will never forget his identity.

The ruler of Dracula's lineage.

This adjective shows his absolute status in this vein.

He stood up and took two steps.Every movement is more standard than when nobles educate their children nowadays, and it reveals a natural classic.Elegant and unhurried.

It is the instinct of the body that has been trained since birth.

But in action, a little slow.

Because he just came out of the coffin.

Waking up from a century-old slumber.

This was the fifth day Jiang Chen woke up.

This body is stiff and cold, without everything that a living person should have.

He took off his white gloves and touched his chest.

A silence.

Even, the heart that represents life has already stopped beating.

A wandering spirit, living in a body without a real soul.

survived.

Is it death or life.

God seems to like to play jokes on him like this, reminding him carefully and frequently of his status as a dead person.

A man abandoned by the world.

He has another 400 years of memory.

He's a little confused now.

If a person adds hundreds of years of memory in a few days, it will always be chaotic.

He didn't speak for a long time, and his expression didn't look right. The maid looked a little timid, "Master Earl, your dinner."

Jiang Chen rubbed the center of his brows, and picked out her name from the chaotic memory, "Aiwen, go down."

His voice was deep and clear, but completely unquestionable.

Aiwen has always been an obedient and good girl, but now, with some hesitation on her beautiful face, she said distressedly, "But the Earl didn't eat after waking up. It's not good for your health."

When it came to the question of eating, Jiang Chen's expression became even uglier.

He really didn't want to discuss this issue with her again.

A dead body does not matter whether it is good or bad.

"Get out." His voice cooled down.

Aiwen had no choice but to draw back her skirt and back out. When she left, she closed the door quite politely.

He was left alone in the room.

He opened the window and looked at the castle in the night.

A little bit of candlelight reflected in his black pupils.

Kindred, dance?

The classic carved clock has marched to seven.

The bells were muffled.

The gate of the castle has been slowly opened.

The black shadow that had been waiting for time swished up and entered through the city gate.

Black bat.

They gathered in the brightly lit hall and became elegant gentlemen or ladies.

At this time, they waited for the appearance of today's protagonist.

This feast is to celebrate the revival of this blood-sucking clan and the awakening of Vlad Dracula.

300 years ago, Dracula, who tried to revive Princess Elizabeth with the blood of hundreds of people, was strangled by the priests of the church.

He was seriously injured and rested in a deep sleep.Even the entire vampire family disappeared for a long time.

Of course, the Xinsheng clan was eyeing Dracula's lineage, but because this lineage disappeared with Dracula's sleep, they have not been able to succeed.

After a hundred years, the Earl finally woke up again.

There are families that have only become vampire clans in the past few hundred years. They think that their strength has surpassed the earl, so above the earl, there is a duke.

For example, Grand Dukes Sweet and Grand Dukes who are standing here talking happily with their old acquaintances.

Grand Duke Sweet combed his hair meticulously. He was wearing a neat and elegant gold-edged tuxedo, a tall hat, and a black tie that was neatly buttoned up. He looked very elegant.

Today, in order not to lose the appearance, his hair was a little oiled, and it was black and shiny under the lights, but this did not prevent him from looking energetic.

Grand Duke Brandes was wearing an old knight outfit, neat and standard.He has a pair of gray-brown eyes, yellowish hair, deep and sharp face, and he is not a good person to get along with.He took the red wine casually, handed a glass to Grand Duke Sweet, and praised him sincerely, "Your Excellency is really dazzling today."

Grand Duke Sweet wanted to be proud, but in Dracula's territory, he restrained himself a little after all, and replied, "Thank you for the compliment, Your Excellency Duke Brandz looks radiant today."

The two clinked glasses and smiled at each other.

Grand Duke Sweet straightened his white gloves, looked at the huge and simple clock hanging in the main hall, "There are still 10 minutes."

The pointer points to seven fifty.

The Duke of Brantz also looked over, he nodded, and the corners of his bright red lips curled up, "Our earl is coming soon."