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Obviously, things are different these days.

Ryan staggered to the side of his fallen comrade, reaching out to pull him up, just like the other party pulled him out from under the skeleton forty years ago.

Barry was as heavy as steel, and the weak Ryan couldn't pull him up.

The former captain looked at Ryan sternly and used the majesty of the past to subdue the new recruits who were unwilling to obey.

He is hopeless, let him wait here to die.

Ryan seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he knelt down next to Barry at a loss. He seemed to have returned to forty years ago and became the young swordsman who knew nothing.

He had just gone to the battlefield to gild, and no one could have imagined that they would happen to stop a vampire's surprise attack.

But there was no time for him to hesitate, as more undead swept over from the mist.

Pastor Moore's low singing in the distance drove away Ryan's hesitation. He took one last look at his old comrades on the ground, stood up without hesitation and rushed towards the towering castle and the densely packed undead that blocked him.

Possibly due to Moore's blessing, the fog disoriented the undead, and they simply relied on their numbers to search for the living.

Ryan bypassed the undead and rushed straight to the castle rock foundation.

A human?

The rather confused tone of Count Vampire echoed in Ryan's ears. As the owner of the magic castle, it can certainly sense the visitors who enter the castle.

What surprised him was that the first person to rush into the castle was not the powerful high elf dragon knight, nor the mysterious lizard man, nor the favored one of the sea god Manavi.

Just an ordinary human being.

The Earl lost interest, and with the help of the space magic in the castle, he swung his sword. The sword light flashed under the castle, and Ryan fell to the ground before he could react.

He was cut in two by a slash from above and headed for More's garden.

No miracle happens.

More Morr believers approached the castle, and without exception, whether they were priests or skilled swordsmen, they all fell in front of the castle gate.

The desperate war cry was their last echo, and was eventually annihilated by the approaching dragon's roar.

Because they are facing the legendary monster, the master of the Dread Fleet.

A fat ogre emerged from the fog and was about to rush into the castle, but found that on the platform in front of the castle, broken limbs were piled up into a mountain of flesh.

The ogre's dazed brain suddenly came to his senses, and without hesitation he went in the opposite direction, rushing back into the mist to save his employer, the Queen of Tides who was surrounded by vampires.

The sea was ignited with the heat of dragonfire, and the Dragon Prince destroyed the fleet guarding the Blood Reaver.

The Bloody Reaver was sinking as more Thoros arrived beneath the ship, carving countless holes.

The roar of the star dragon echoed the dragon roars all around, and the dragon flames that kept falling were strangely extinguished as soon as they touched the hull.

The dragons rushed towards the castle, but were knocked down by the huge force before they could get close.

They are just Sun Dragons, immature young dragons.

Maybe the flame dragons are brave enough, but compared to the strong Silver Moon Dragon, their strength is slightly lacking, and their scales have not been completely hardened.

Fortunately, the remaining power of the vampire castle is not enough to completely kill the powerful creature. Count Noctilus is just hopelessly delaying his death.

On the left side of the Bloody Reaver, with the help of phantoms in the mist, the Manawi believers fought against vampires whose physical fitness far exceeded that of mortals.

The leading woman has pure sky-blue eyes, and the two rows of gill holes slit behind her ears make it difficult to recognize her beauty.

Of course, in normal times, Arinasa Salty Grudge would use her hair to cover up her chaotic changes, but the powerful vampire guards prevented her from paying attention to these details.

Humans are xenophobic, and Yan Yan, who was abandoned by his biological father and spent his childhood in the care of sea creatures, understands this well.

Her fish tail has long been cut off, and the sawfish teeth serve as prosthetic legs, which does not affect Salt Grudge's dexterity at all.

The vampire who could easily take out the heart of a mortal could not catch the girl who was moving around. Instead, she was stabbed with a harpoon by a mutated mortal.

Lightning falls from time to time, striking at the unlucky vampires, but these immortals are all champions, and lightning cannot annihilate the supernatural vitality.

They no longer maintain their human form when fighting, and each bodyguard has turned into a three-meter-tall bat monster.

With just a slight wave of the spear, mortals who failed to retreat into the fog in time were knocked back ten meters.

The astonishing sound of the dragon falling caused humans to lose confidence. They seemed to be on a battlefield worthy of being called a legend.

But the humans who became more and more timid as they fought did not know that the seemingly invincible vampires had already been shaken.

The battle situation was very unfavorable to the count's personal guards. Although humans were vulnerable, their gunpowder was still somewhat powerful.

To make matters worse, terrifying cold-blooded monsters condensed in the fog from time to time. The vampires wanted to ignore these illusions, but when the illusions came close, they caused harm as if they were entities.

Half of the Vampires died from attacks in the fog, and only three unlucky ones who were caught off guard were killed by humans.

Priest Manaway controls the waves and lightning, adding thunder to his weapons.

But vampires are not afraid of these. If it is a new vampire, it may die completely in a daze, but the people present are all elites with thousands of years of combat experience.

They can fully unleash the body's potential and make full use of the extraordinary physical qualities.

Ordinary vampires would be stupidly killed by weak humans, but Count Noctilus' personal guards would not.

The oldest blood descendant among them even witnessed the rule of Carstein's ancestor and participated in Vlad von Carstein's several attacks on the empire.

They were older than the Count himself, merely devoted to the emerging maritime empire and to the gifted newcomers.

In fact, the earl does not refuse the midnight nobles who come to surrender, which gives him a special status in the hearts of some vampires.

At sea, no one cares about their past misery.

The defectors of the Lahmian family hide in the shadows. Once a human approaches the shadows ignorantly, his throat will be bitten by the violent female vampire and his blood will be sucked out instantly.

The knights of the Blood Dragon family waited openly for the attack in the mist, and used their superb skills to defuse all kinds of insidious sneak attacks.

Carstein tried to talk to humans, and kindly persuaded them to give up without shedding blood in vain.

There are even a few alternative members of the Stryger family. These blood descendants who claim to be the Ghoul King have the strongest bodies, rampaging through the mist like beasts, fighting in vain against the giant beasts gathered in the mist.

Striger's wildness can hunt down giants, but it cannot attack invisible magical creations.

The last of the vampires, Nikolachi, suddenly exploded. They were completely defeated. The opponent's mage simply defeated the vampire magic masters from the spiritual level.