Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 51: Vito's old shoulders are slippery, but his granddaughter is not enough.
"Matthew, you bastard!" This is Laruff.

"Ahhhhh!" This is Sefar.

The three people fell freely along with many rocks.

The third underground floor is dozens of meters deep.

Below the crowd, a mountain of magical gears meshed together and turned slowly.

Maintaining the basic magic power of the dungeon.

A magic shield automatically formed under his feet. Matthew grabbed the clothes on Sefar's back and used the magic shield to jump several times in a row.

Land smoothly on the ground.

Laruff also used his whip to wrap around the thinner bracket around the gear and landed next to him.

The man was speechless at Matthew's reckless behavior.

But he didn't bother to complain, staring blankly at the huge and complex mechanical parts in front of him.

The same thing happened to Sefar, who was placed on the ground by Matthew.

For medieval people who had just begun to use gunpowder, this mechanical city was completely beyond their imagination.

Dracula's masterpiece.

It is said that men who have too much free time will always be thinking about something.

For example, some rural uncles rub anti-aircraft guns with their hands.

Dracula was thinking about science.

Apart from magic, the old otaku put all his skill points into physics and chemistry.

Magical machinery is something he developed by combining magic and science.

If he wanted to, with just an idea, he could even create a magic car in the Middle Ages.

The title of tech geek is well deserved.

"A perfect fusion of magic and machinery, a masterpiece like a steam city."

Matthew clapped softly.

"But it seems our current mission is to find the 'Sleeping Warrior'. Let's not waste time here."

The two of them reluctantly looked away.

As we all know, dungeons or catacombs are always accompanied by various traps.

As soon as Matthew finished speaking, the harsh sound of metal rubbing against each other was heard.

A huge rectangular iron block weighing several tons suddenly protruded from the side wall and crushed towards them.

Matthew and the other two hurried forward and narrowly avoided the attack.

Then, like the mechanisms in an ancient tomb, one rectangular iron block after another protruded from both sides.

There are also many deadly traps around.

Flames, poison arrows, and ground spikes.

Fortunately, their strength was extraordinary, and even the Oracle Mage Sefar could barely keep up after casting acceleration magic on himself, escaping from the attack range of the mechanism at the critical moment.

The three of them ran all the way out of the mechanical city.

The mechanism behind him finally stopped working.

"What on earth are they trying to do by designing so many deadly traps where the warriors sleep?" Laluf extinguished the flames on his robe and said breathlessly.

"Perhaps this is a trap set by the villain to prevent someone from waking up the Savior."

Matthew cast a holy spell on Sefar to restore his strength.

Then he ignored Laruff's expectant gaze.

Are you kidding? Is it easy to restore magic?

The witcher immediately denounced the former's dog-licking behavior of putting love before friendship.

Matthew just gave him a look of contempt in response.

Licking dog? Come on, which good guy would be a licking dog for a woman nowadays?
What was he licking? It was the Oracle Group's super scholar, the Adam language dictionary.

The old guy Vito's shoulders are very slippery, but the innocent female college student's shoulders are not slippery enough. It's just that the young girl who is inexperienced in the world is not slippery enough.

Just do this and that again, and you will get the Adam language.

At this moment, listening to Matthew and Laruff's passionate quarrel and feeling her own strength recovering rapidly, the fragile mage Sefar secretly glanced at him.

Matthew nodded in satisfaction.

Well, the plan worked.

I don't know what Alucard is guarding against.

The intersection from the third floor to the fourth floor of the dungeon is also difficult to find.

During this process, Matthew kept muttering spells in a low voice, and the surface of the priest's robe occasionally emitted bursts of magical light, attracting the attention of the other two.

After searching for a long time, Matthew finally finished the spell.

"It seems someone doesn't want us to find the 'Sleeping Warrior'. Since we're going down anyway, why not..." "Wait. Fuck!"

boom!
The ground collapsed.

The height of the fourth underground floor is only four or five meters.

The single witcher and the fragile mage were mentally prepared, and each used their magical powers to land steadily on the ground.

They landed in a Gothic-style hall.

Marble pillars carved with strange patterns flickered under the blue magical flames.

In the center of the hall is a cross-shaped platform covered with red velvet carpet.

A dusty, gilded sarcophagus lay flat on the platform.

Behind the coffin were three huge transparent glass jars filled with scarlet unknown liquid.

The whole hall was filled with a gloomy and eerie atmosphere.

Laruff put away his cynical look, gripped the long whip on his waist, and his expression became serious.

Based on his experience, this was a vampire's nest, and a vampire of extremely high rank.

It seems to have nothing to do with the so-called "savior".

"Squeak!"

The floor tiles sank beneath Matthew's feet.

It seemed to have triggered some kind of mechanism.

The coffin on the cross platform suddenly shook.

There was a roar of heavy objects being moved.

The tightly sealed coffin lid was slowly moved open.

Then, a young man with long, brilliant golden hair slowly floated out of the coffin.

His tall figure presents a unique golden ratio, and his handsome face seems like God's most perfect creation.

Anyone who sees it will be slightly distracted.

The only thing that makes this perfection a little flawed is the long scar that runs from top to bottom of the upper body.

Alucard, the great fluttering moth of the dark night.

After floating out of the sarcophagus, Alucard slowly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with golden light in the darkness.

Full of style.

"Why are you here?"

"The prophecy."

After going through untold hardships, he finally met the legendary "Sleeping Warrior" and Sefar could no longer control his excitement.

"The savior sleeps beneath the city of Glacier. He will save us from Dracula."

Alucard frowned, looking a little annoyed, and turned to look at Laruf.

"What about you? Are you here to find a savior as well?"

Laruff's eyes were sharp.

"I fell into this hole because of a reckless guy."

Alucard looked at Matthew again in confusion.

"you"

"I'm the reckless guy."

It seemed like the atmosphere suddenly became a little dull.

Upon seeing this, Syfar hurriedly told Alucard that Dracula had arrived on this continent and was going to kill everyone here.

So I hope he can be born again and save the world.

But Laruff on the side said that the prophecy might be a conspiracy.

This guy is a vampire, and his purpose of spreading the prophecy is probably to use their power to revive.

Alucard started arguing with Laruf impatiently.

One said that the Belmont family served as dogs for humans for hundreds of years, and as a result, their legs were broken after they were no longer useful.

Another said that the basement of his Belmont family contained the skulls of Alucard's ancestors for eighteen generations.

The atmosphere is getting more and more tense.

Just when the two were arguing and about to fight, a voice that seemed to have an echo interrupted from the side.

The voice was so holy that it made those who heard it feel an urge to surrender.

"Lalufu, please step aside and let me take over."

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