Chapter 1645: First entry into the castle

Darkfang Fortress.

Thirty miles northwest.

A hidden cave was opened, and a group of mysterious guys wrapped in black robes emerged from it, with no trace of skin leaking from their bodies.

The leader was a tall man with an extremely strong body, whose entire soft black robe was bulging out. He stood still and briefly identified the direction, then waved his hand towards the location of Dark Fang Fortress.

Without any words, these blood slaves belonging to him dispersed and turned into gray bats and rushed into the dense forest. The remaining five black robes are his blood descendants, and all of them have been 'first embraced' by him, so their status is much higher than those blood slaves.

This is the greatest strength he can muster in the Tarren Mill region!

Although the 'Blood Worship Cult' he ran was developing well, in order to avoid being overthrown by the Justice League, the entire church believers were scattered to various kingdoms in the Gothic plane. Now it is not that easy to summon them all.

The five ‘First Embrace’ blood descendants have all reached level 4.

In fact, with Reinhardt's power level, he could have "first embraced" 13 high-level blood descendants. But these direct blood descendants are different from those blood slaves produced in batches. Each time they are produced, they need to consume the blood source of the level that he, the 'blood master', wants to be.

Therefore, he would not want to bear such a heavy burden of blood unless necessary!

This time, in order to deal with this bloodline competitor from a mysterious alien world, Reinhardt had to summon all his direct bloodline descendants and go all out to fight this bloodline 'defense battle'.

Since Reinhard dared to set the battlefield at Dark Fang Fortress, he naturally knew the topography here clearly and knew that there was no overly powerful religious force nearby. In this way, regardless of victory or defeat, escaping from the battlefield afterwards will be a piece of cake.

But to his surprise, as soon as Reinhard emerged from the secret passage, closed his eyes and sensed the power of blood in the direction of Dark Fang Fortress, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Something’s not right!

There are two to three hundred church knights stationed there. Their strength is not enough for Reinhardt. They can also serve as his temporary blood bank at critical moments in the war...

This was something he had already planned.

But now, if you close your eyes and feel it, the blood there is so thin that there don't seem to be many living people at all...

What's going on?

With doubts in mind, Reinhard waved his hand and took the lead in transforming into a bat form and flying quickly towards Dark Fang Fortress.

Five bloodline descendants followed closely.

The distance of thirty miles flies by.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Reinhard had arrived at a place where he could overlook the Dark Fang Fortress. He transformed into a human again and stared from a distance, his heart becoming increasingly depressed and heavy.

The expected Dark Fang Fortress has disappeared, replaced by a mysterious five-story castle filled with gloomy air and a strong smell of blood. The grass and trees outside the castle were withered, and all the greenery was shrouded in a faint blood-colored mist floating in the low altitude.

Everything inside is hazy, and one can only catch a glimpse of the outline, but cannot clearly see the details...

However, relying on his advantageous position in blood, Reinhard still smelled the 'familiar' smell from the faint blood!

He dared to assert that even if the other party was not his direct bloodline, he still had some kind of magical connection with his direct bloodline. Relying on this faint connection, he could vaguely sense that his target was entrenched in the castle at the moment, waiting for his arrival with anxiety.

Reinhardt tried it.

He originally wanted to directly control the other party's consciousness and perception like he could control other bloodline descendants, but he was isolated by an inexplicable mysterious force, making the original "bloodline control" like an arm and a finger become obscure and sluggish.

Reinhardt sneered.

Although the control was not successful, instead of being angry, he became more and more excited.

Through the previous attempt, he determined one thing, that is, the other party could not completely isolate the blood source from controlling her emotions and consciousness. Only by relying on this wonderful and strange magic castle can he barely resist the power of blood.

As long as he rushed into the castle and got close enough to her, the other party would have no power to resist the restraining power of the 'blood origin'.

With this understanding, Reinhardt became more confident in the upcoming battle.

"Jie, Jie, Jie... I don't know how high-end the world is, this little girl, you think you can fight against the great source of blood by getting a rare item? Hahaha, I will enjoy your service today and see your skills. How on earth..."

The attempt just now not only allowed Reinhardt to test the opponent's depth, but also found out that the opponent's level strength is only the peak of level 4... Haha, a blood descendant of the peak level 4 also wants to challenge the opponent who has advanced to level 5 for more than 400 people. For a young demigod, she didn’t know who gave her the courage to do such a ridiculous thing!

When he thought that he would be able to harvest such a huge amount of blood power soon, and also capture a beautiful lover full of mysterious and exotic amorous feelings, Reinhardt was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and he wanted to rush in immediately and get that person early. The little girl put her in her arms...

But after all, he is also a long-established vampire demigod, and he still has basic rationality and fighting qualities.

He forced himself to endure it, and waited until the scattered blood slaves captured more than a dozen farmers and village women from the surrounding area. With these blood food as a base, Reinhard finally started to act boldly.

He waved his hand, and five of his men, along with 27 blood slaves, rushed into the blood mist with the living people who served as backup "food".

The blood mist was filled with a faint smell of blood.

The five-story stone castle stood quietly in it, and there was not a single living creature around it. It was so quiet and frightening.

As soon as Reinhardt and his party stepped into the blood mist, they could clearly feel a strong force pressing on their shoulders, making it impossible for them to fly to a height of more than three meters above the ground by their own strength.

Flying restriction!

Reinhardt was shocked at first, and then ecstatic.

He really didn't expect to see such a strange and mysterious magic castle here, and it could also have such a powerful flying restriction... This is a mysterious magic circle that only powerful spellcasters at the demigod level can set up, but this castle seems to be born with it.

Reinhardt's greed became more and more vigorous.

As if sensing the approach of the breath of living people, the wonderful creatures that were squatting in various corners of the castle as mysterious stone sculptures began to come alive. They moved their bodies, spread their heavy and wide stone wings, swooped down from a height while making piercing screams, and pointed the thick stone spears in their hands at the invaders.

Living fossil gargoyles...

Reinhardt only took a glance to understand what these animated creatures were. Sensing the energy breath of only level 2 in the other party, he did not take these miscellaneous soldiers seriously, but just nodded slightly to many of his men.

After receiving his order, many blood slaves with strength of level 2 and 3 rushed up.

The two sides fought hard in the open space in front of the castle.

On one side was a magical creature with a stone body that had no idea what death and fear were, and on the other side was a half-bat, half-human, vampire derivative with sharp hands and feet claws and a swift and agile body...

Both sides had reasons to fight, and there were orders to fight to the death.

So, a battle with less than a hundred people was particularly cruel and bloody!

The two sides fought for a quarter of an hour, but still no one was determined.

The living gargoyles were all made of stone, and had no fatal weaknesses at all. They were not afraid of the vampires' blood-sucking attacks. In addition, once their bodies were damaged, they could just fly back to a place close to the castle and become intact again under the nourishment of blood.

Therefore, the defending side was almost invincible!

But the vampires were not.

Although their overall strength was strong, they were flesh and blood after all.

Their sharp claws scratched the gargoyles' bodies, and although the stone chips flew everywhere and the claw marks were everywhere, they could not give the other side a fatal blow. The latter's heavy fists and terrible stone spears could smash their bones and muscles, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

If they hadn't brought blood food with them to replenish it in time, I'm afraid that there would have been a lot of casualties in the blood slave team at this moment!

Seeing this scene, Reinhardt, who originally thought it was a piece of cake, finally looked gloomy.

Two balls of scarlet ghost fire lit up on his face hidden under the low-hanging hood, and he snorted in anger.

The five direct subordinates who gathered around him received the hidden order and rushed forward with a grim smile.

Level 4 is worthy of being level 4. With the suppression of the status far superior to the opponent, the five direct subordinates exerted the blood power to the extreme.

They waved their claws and swung bloody scratches in the air.

Unlike the middle and low-level blood slaves, these bloody scratches have extremely terrifying penetration and tearing power, and can actually tear open the stone bodies of those living fossil gargoyles in the air, exposing the puppet cores hidden in their heavy chests.

These direct subordinates rushed forward, relying on their swift bodies to wander among the gargoyles, and no matter how the opponent waved the stone spear, they could not touch the corners of their clothes. And they relied on the blood claws to tear open the chest of the gargoyle, inserted the bloody hands into it, and crushed the puppet cores.

Without the control of the puppet core, these originally immortal living fossil gargoyles finally came to the end of their lives, and they collapsed and turned into scattered stones all over the ground, and could no longer be repaired and revived...

Seeing the five direct subordinates so sharp, Reinhardt, who was originally angry, finally showed a smile on his face.

He stepped forward generously, stepping on the remains left by the gargoyles, and walked into the gate of the castle arrogantly like an elegant noble who came to visit.

As soon as he entered the gate, the magical restrictions imposed on his body became more.