In the dead of night, in a dark garden, a miserable roar came out, as if he was being tortured like hell, and the sound was full of oppression and pain.

"Chichi~!"

The Pheasant Sword easily penetrated the vampire's hard skin at a slow speed, bit by bit, inch by inch, making him clearly feel the pain and fear.

"Ahh~!"

"No... don't, I don't know where he is, I really don't know, ah ah~, kill me, you are a devil, a devil, you should go to hell... ah ah~... kill me...!"

The pitiful and frightening voice made people's scalp numb when they heard it, and they couldn't help but feel terrified in their hearts, making them inexplicably afraid of it.

However, Ning Tao's face was ruthless and indifferent, as if he had transformed into a robot, full of inertia, and stabbed in with sword after sword.

"Ahh~ kill me~!"

When Miao Jingjing saw this scene, she couldn't bear it. He felt that Ning Tao now had the evil side in his heart.

The blood count had a withered face, skinny bones, and his pupils were shrinking. He was suffering a punishment more terrifying than blood punishment.

His body could easily tear apart boulders, but now it was riddled with holes. The vital parts were intact, but the rest of the body was almost cut into thin slices and the blood was almost drained.

"No... don't, I really don't know anything. I beg you, kill me, kill me. I will pray to you and be a cow and horse for you in the next life. I just ask you to kill me...!"

"

When Miao Jingjing heard this, she clenched her white teeth, while Ning Tao's face was cold and ruthless, and he still slowly uttered a few words in his mouth.

"Where is Moulton?"

When the Blood Count heard these words, he almost cried his eyes out. He could swear that he really didn't know where Morton was.

He can even guarantee that he has no hatred for Ning Tao, only fear, and all the hatred and resentment has been transferred to Moulton, wishing to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

Suddenly, the blood count seemed to have thought of something, his face shone brightly, full of joy, and he said excitedly:

"Wait... wait, I... I remembered, there is someone who should know where Moulton is, he will definitely know."

Hearing this, Ning Tao's movements froze, and the blood-red color of his pupils gradually faded, blooming brightly.

He said hoarsely: "Who is he? Where is he?"

Upon hearing this, the Blood Count hurriedly replied: "Yes...it's Duke Bert. I once secretly saw him talking to Moulton, and his attitude was respectful. Their relationship is definitely extraordinary."

When Ning Tao heard this, he narrowed his eyes and stabbed the grass pheasant sword in his hand without hesitation. Only a small amount of blood flowed out.

"Ah~, what I said is true. If I dare to tell a lie, I will suffer the pain of blood forever...!"

"Chichi~!"

The bright pheasant sword was pulled out. There was no trace of blood on it, it was clean and shone with a cold light.

"Tell me everything you know and I will give you death."

"I say, I say thank you...devil...!"

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The 9th arrondissement of Paris has a glorious art history. Every year, a large number of artists and tourists come here to visit and appreciate this place with a rich artistic atmosphere.

In this ninth district, there is a remote palace. It is not small in size. There are many people walking around during the day. It is somewhat famous in the entire ninth district.

It was late at night, the bright lights were dim, and even the small animals fell asleep. The world seemed peaceful and peaceful.

However, two figures cut through the sky, arrived here quietly, and landed directly not far from the palace.

Judging from their expressions, they were Ning Tao and his party, holding the half-dead vampire earl in their hands, as if they were sluggish.

The two of them hid in the darkness and stared at the palace from a distance, revealing an atmosphere of art and harmony.

However, under Ning Tao's perspective, all of this gradually revealed its true nature and was exposed without any hindrance.

The hall was quiet, peaceful, and empty, but there was a sound of **. When I looked around, I found a few squirming* nuns, and nuns' costumes scattered on the ground.

This palace is clearly a... church!

There are many secret doors in the church, leading downwards. The underground is actually a dark and mysterious fortress.

In just a moment, he saw two or three vampires chatting. They were all barons, and they all looked very comfortable.

Seeing this, Ning Tao looked back with a cold expression. He really didn't expect it, no, he never expected it.

The clergy, godfathers, and nuns in the church are all secretly controlled by vampires. They even built such a stable and hidden fortress under the church.

Although he only has a name in the Holy See, he is still a part of it. As a red archbishop, seeing this scene, it feels like his own home has been defiled by rats.

What's even more hateful are those vampire lackeys who pretend to be holy during the day but are so debauched at night.

It had to be said that the vampire's move was so clever. No wonder few people could find their sub-rudder. It was so unexpected that he even doubted whether there was a main helm under the Vatican.

He looked at the blood count in his hand. According to his words, the vampire below was the Mokavi family among the thirteen surnames. This place was just a branch.

The two of them walked in here silently, without disturbing the passionate scene. Instead, they followed the secret door down to the fortress.

Miao Jingjing's expression was solemn, her pretty face was cold, and the invisible snake charms were crawling towards the depths.

The Vampires seem to feel that this place is very safe and are basically unguarded. The few Vampires on sentry duty are still talking about blood food.

Ning Tao's clairvoyant eyes are always open, looking for the strongest Duke Belt. There are many vampires here. If they are alerted and swarm them, the consequences will be very serious.

Miao Jingjing's pretty face turned pale, and a large amount of spiritual power surged out from her body. Controlling spiritual power is the greatest skill of the witchcraft.

Countless snake charms were transformed and quietly penetrated into the bodies of those low-level vampires, waiting for opportunities to move.

She did not act rashly against the more powerful Vampires for fear of being discovered, but she continued to erode the lower-level Vampires.

Suddenly, Ning Tao's eyes saw a place where there were many human beings, both men and women, who seemed to be treated as blood food.

Next to him, there was a tall vampire, who was grinning ferociously and wanted to choose which blood food was better.

"Um!"

The tall vampire seemed to be aware of it. He frowned and looked up in confusion, but the feeling was gone again.

In a corner, Ning Tao's throat was dry, his face was pale, and he had consumed too much. He was almost noticed just now.

Just as he was relaxing, Miao Jingjing also dispersed a large number of snake charms. As long as it lasts for a while, she will be able to take the initiative.

However, a roaring sound suddenly exploded, alarming this oppressive and bloody underground fortress.
Chapter completed!