Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 463 Meeting Ceremony

When Lyle stepped out of the small town of Degonris and walked on the passage to the vampire castle, the strange feeling in his heart gradually eased.Lyle looked back, and behind the gap in the gradually overlapping gates, those amethyst-like eyes stayed there forever.Degonris, like a savage cage, encloses stupidity and stupidity.His townspeople will live in terror of the vampires forever.

That feeling was like a shackle, and Lyle couldn't help but think about it until the new sight brightened his eyes.

The flat bricks and stones are paved on the ground. On both sides of the road, bright red roses are blooming coquettishly. They are as luxuriant as domestic and wild as wild, especially after experiencing the depressive atmosphere and morbid gaze of Degonris. The red brings a kind of spiritual cleansing.

Should it be said that it is an elegant vampire? Lyle couldn't help admiring such a wild rose garden.

A slight tugging sensation appeared on the cuff of the right hand, and Beatrice pulled the corner of her clothes.She stood abnormally behind her, with her head bowed, breathing heavily, her right hand resting on her chest, her sluggish face seemed to be showing signs of suffocation.

"Beatrice, what's wrong with you?"

Beatrice grabbed Lyle's wrist and transferred part of her body weight.

"The smell of blood...under the flower beds."

She coughed a few times, which was the response of her thirsty throat, and the strong smell of blood in the air stimulated Beatrice's blood-sucking urge.These roses were watered with some lousy stuff.

After a few minutes, Beatrice gradually got used to it. She stood up straight again, withdrew her hand holding Lyle, and glanced at Lyle with slightly constricted pupils. "I'm fine, let's move on."

Beatrice became more and more silent, just looking at her back could feel the indifference of thousands of miles away, she was adjusting her state, turning back into that cold and arrogant vampire.

The bricks on the ground are quite flat, beyond the luster that existing crafts can achieve, at least Cassandelle's official way is much worse than it.Not far away, Lyle found the claw marks on the masonry, and soon saw those "craftsmen".

On both sides of the steps in front of the castle, gargoyles with different postures were crowded, with green faces and fangs, they opened their mouths wide, facing the visiting guests.They lie on both sides like reliefs, and the overcrowding has seriously affected the beauty of the castle gate.

These gargoyles are recovering.

Fine dust fell from the joints and the top of the head, and there was a strange creaking sound inside the stone statue, like the cutting sound of a broken saw.This sound officially started at sunset, but now, it has changed from the friction sound of physical collisions to the roar of monsters.

An evil howl that cheered the end of dormancy set off waves of sound, ugly stone eyes rolled, and gargoyles spread their wings and landed, claws and fangs stretched under the retracted wings.Facing Lyle and Beatrice, these ugly monsters roared and rushed forward.

Beatrice stood in front of Lyle, and the next moment, piercing screams erupted from her throat. They were words and roars belonging to the blood clan, a kind of identification.The gargoyle flinched, lowered its stone head at Beatrice's outburst of screams, and stepped out of the way like a dog seeing its master.

The heavy wooden door opened slowly under the influence of the iron chain, and Lyle watched everything, looking at the interior like a tomb.Beatrice took Lyle's wrist and calmly walked towards the castle.

The red carpet laid in the center of the corridor extends to an invisible distance, and the sparse candlelight can only be seen at the corner of the road. The thick blanket is comfortable to step on, but the surrounding darkness makes people uncomfortable.It's not as gloomy as a tomb like Andry College, the darkness here is more active and full of malice.

Pairs of flooded eyes lit up in the darkness, they were dormant in the darkness, and their dirty and thirsty eyes were pierced on Lyle.They were humanoid creatures in ragged clothes, with shriveled limbs, but most of them were lying on the ground, with festering gums and sharp teeth in their drooling mouths.They used to be human, but not anymore.Vampires, low-level vampires who lost their minds and fell into hunger and madness, defective products, their blood relatives are all low-level vampires who indulge in blood-sucking pleasure, such blood relatives will naturally not give them much power, they are the lowest vampires of the vampires servants, or domestic animals.

There was a roar like a beast in his throat, and he dared not look directly at the hostess under Beatrice's deterrence. They curled up on both sides of the corridor, not daring to get a little bit closer to the red carpet. It is for people to go.

Lyle felt like he had stepped into a madhouse, the kind of loathsome, bad madness.

"There are more blood servants..."

Beatrice's voice rang in Lyall's ears, simply heralding bad things to come.

Two doors engraved with angel reliefs stood in front of the two of them. On the original holy angel statue, a blood stain so thick that it could not be erased became the main background color.The door opened, and Lyall and Beatrice came to the dining room or the meeting room, which was hard to distinguish, because the vampire might not have divided the two areas.

On the long tables on both sides, the vampires who were eating twisted their necks together, and their shining eyes converged on the two of them like searchlights.

Directly ahead, on the main seat of the dim flower window, the pale nobleman holding a wine glass looked at Beatrice's cold face and showed a relieved smile.That was the Duke of Delaris, Lyle had seen it once, and his impression of the Vampire Grand Duke was still frozen in the Naslan Mausoleum, when he was being hunted down by Mr. Raymond.

It sounds funny, but it doesn't mean that the vampire duke can be handled.Even now, Lyle has been promoted to the third level, with the power of evil gods, the deterrence of this vampire duke is still as deep as the sea.Lyle was no match for him, what's more, on both sides, no less than fifty blood races were watching the every move of the two in the center with bloodthirsty smiles.

Delaris acts and speaks like a living opera.

"Welcome home, my child, Beatrice." The Lord Duke's eyes only stayed on Lyle for a moment. Obviously, the last time we met, Mr. Raymond's deep impression had covered everything, "Oh, dear , you also brought presents, and it's meal time so you can share them with your new sisters."

The nearby vampires got permission, their sharp nails were like daggers, and they extended their claws towards Lyle with a smile.

A loud bang made the situation even more tense, and the vampire, who was slowly approaching like an elegant predator, flew back backwards and hit the long table, knocking the bloody raw meat and blood in the dishes to the ground.

Beatrice held Lyle in her arms, her ferocious arms became as smooth as jade again, her willow eyebrows stood upright, her two fangs gleamed in the neat sockets, Naslan's lady was like a female guarding a cub. The lion roared.

"Don't put your dirty hands on my family, he belongs to me, bitch."

(End of this chapter)