Chapter 245

Hoffa finally convinced Ryan to follow him underground. Leaping through the transparent passage, they fell from the sky and landed on the spire of Gothic architecture in the underground kingdom.

Looking down from the top, they could see that the city was shrouded in moonlight, without any other light source. They couldn't see anything in the shadow of the castle. We can only see the distant buildings in the moonlight, showing the zigzag shape.

However, if only relying on sound, Hoffa can feel the bustle of the underground kingdom. There was a loud, excited murmur below, a rabid dog barking, and the creaking of the wheels of the carriage as it rolled over the slate.

After a moment's familiarity with the darkness, they could see the streets below the castle, the numerous crowded carriages and the crowded people. It's like a retrogression of time to Britain in the 19th century.

Hoffa whispered to himself. To tell the truth, if he didn't follow the vampire, he would never have thought that there was such a scene in the underground of this modern city.

If you are one of those blood clans, if you want to do something shady, you have to choose this kind of place. It can only be expanded to such an extent that it has been operating underground for decades. This makes him worry. Is this vampire tomb like a giant ant colony that only two witches can conquer?

"It's quite spectacular here."

Hoffa stepped on the hard shingles of the dome: "if you're going to send a message to Hogwarts, you might have to call more people."

Ryan looked around, speechless and numb. There was no longer the warmth and friendliness he had just met. Hoffa was sorry, but he didn't regret it. To be sure, in the process of searching for underground nests, he used some means, but he thought that everything was a necessary loss.

Moreover, if he met a Slytherin, such as Tom Riddell, instead of hutch patch, maybe he would not think it was a matter at all, let alone worry about it.

As they approached the ground from a high place, the barking of hounds and the hissing of vampires in the street became louder and louder. They held their breath. When they were about 30 meters above the ground, Hoffa pushed open a window on the spire castle and got in through the window. I want to get into the street from the inside.

The interior is not as magnificent as he imagined. What he entered is not so much an interior as a tomb.

There was a lot of noise from the outside covered by the wall. Only faint coughing and panting could be heard here. Through the cobweb, Hoffa could see some figures in the dusty corner.

They were men who had been over sucked. Their faces were wrinkled, their eyes were gray, and their badly deformed bodies were curled up in the corner, lying there, twitching slightly.

In the deeper place, there are some moldy skeletons, which are connected by some blackened tendons, as if they are integrated with these gloomy castles, and become stepping stones for them to penetrate the clouds.

"Look, if you come in with your lover, you may lie here when the people from Hogwarts come."

Hoffa bumped Ryan on the shoulder, whispering sarcasm.

Ryan got out of his way and didn't talk.

"Passion is the least reliable."

Looking at the bones, Hoffa sighed in a low voice. He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to Ryan.

"Are you looking for it?"

Ryan may be hurt by Hoffa's words, maybe he doesn't want to see the scene in front of him. Leaving Hoffa alone, he left in a hurry.

"he has a big temper."

Hoffa murmured after him.

Leaving the room, they came to the street of the underground kingdom. Maybe all the vampires came to the outside, so the room would be so cold.

As the carriages rumbled forward, the people in the carriage poked their heads out and joked with each other. They were obviously familiar with each other.

Hoffa and Ryan follow behind them and lead along the carriage. The carriage goes in the same direction. That direction is in the center of the castle community. Through several Gothic arch bridges, he and Ryan come to a huge open square. Somehow, this place reminds Hoffa of the Colosseum.

When we arrived at the square, we stepped down from the car. There was a well-dressed woman and a graceful man in a tuxedo.

Each of them had a golden mask on his face. Some covered half of it, others covered it all. This made it difficult for Hoffa to identify them, let alone find nuns among them.

On every table, there are piles of beautiful food and colorful fruits, some of which can't even be named.

What's more amazing is that in the long dining table, every few meters, there are some elegant beauties, either lying or sitting, wearing hazy gauze, hanging strands of gold jewelry and wearing gold masks.

Under the endless luxury, a sense of unknown religious ceremony also flows through it. This reminds Hoffa of ankel's crazy behavior in the nightmare world, just like sacrifice."These guys..."

He marveled at the spectacle in front of him. For two generations, he had never seen such a luxurious banquet. Compared to this feast. His memory of the East was extremely restrained and restrained.

Every design here is to stimulate the most primitive desire of the biological heart. If you think about it carefully, maybe only jiuchiroulin can describe it.

It's not necessarily right to say it's a wine pool.

In the center of the square, wrapped by several towering stone pillars, is a circle of deep pits engraved with countless runes. Around the deep pits, a row of pot holding girls are pouring bright red liquid into the pit with pure gold containers.

The air is filled with a strong smell of fishy and sweet, which not only does not make people feel disgusted, but also makes people yearn to smell it.

This is a pool of blood.

Seeing the pool of blood, Hoffa's heart pulled up. There is no doubt that this is the collected blood. Has the nun been drained of blood? Where on earth is she?

After hiding in a stone ghost sculpture on the top of a building, they can have a panoramic view of the open blood pool without being found.

Ryan asked hoarsely, "where's your friend?"

In the face of such a spectacle, his voice is still no waves, only the taste of routine. He had not yet recovered from Hoffa's calculation and threat. He was as numb as a servant girl of a landlord, and he was submissive.

"I don't know."

Hoffa was a little uneasy: "Hey, cheer up. We can't tolerate any mistakes now."

"I'm very excited."

He said in a tone of no energy.

At this time, the crowd below was in a commotion. The crowd clapped and cheered one after another. Hoffa turned his head and saw an old man in a gorgeous green robe slowly turning down from the second floor. He had a high collar, and his clothes were behind him.

He was the only one in the crowd who didn't wear a gold mask. His face was as angular as an eagle. His nose is tall and thin, his nostrils are deeply arched, his forehead is high and raised, his hair is sparse, his eyebrows are thick, and almost form a line above his nose. His teeth protruding his lips are sharp and white, and his lips are particularly red, showing amazing vitality that is not commensurate with his age. Also, his ears are pale and sharp at the top. The chin was broad and powerful, the cheeks thin but firm, and the whole face was extremely pale.

"Welcome, everyone."

The old man said with a smile, "please take a seat."

"It's him, damn it!"

Ryan took a cool breath.

"Do you know him?" Hoffa asked.

"His name is rusfan. Rusfan pollidolly, born in London in 1837, is a student of Slytherin."

Ryan is free from the previous state, staring at the green figure in the distance.

Hoffa's eyes are wide. It's Slytherin.

Ryan: "I read about him in the history of Hogwarts. He was expelled in the fifth grade because he carried out taboo experiments in the school and seduced the girls. When they lost their judgment and didn't expect to come out, he was still..."

he said that he seemed to think of himself. He couldn't help drooping his head in anger and his fingers were deep in his hair In the middle, tearing hard.

"Why did he turn people into vampires?"

"Look at his left hand."

Hoffa's eyes were focused on the old man's arm. Under the wrist of his left hand, there was a strange curve, which looked like the claws of some kind of beast.

Ryan said: "his left hand was broken. When he was expelled from Hogwarts, headmaster dipert not only broke his wand, but also interrupted his left hand, which was used for casting magic. As a result, it was difficult for him to achieve higher achievements in magic. But unexpectedly, he turned himself into a vampire. He gave up the magic way of the wizard and turned to serve the God of the night.

"What are you going to do?"

He asked Ryan.

"Write a letter," Ryan took a deep breath. "Now that I've found his real body, I think I should report it to Hogwarts immediately and let the school teachers deal with it."

But Hoffa didn't move.

Ryan got up and said, "I'm going to find Molly. I'm going to find a quiet place to write a letter and contact the school. Will you come with me?"

Hoffa shook his head. "Go yourself. You're looking for my friend."

"Don't act on your own. When I go out to post a letter, the school will send someone to come soon."

"I won't. don't worry."

Hoffa said, his eyes sweeping around the banquet hall, hoping to find the nun, but nothing.

Ryan looked at Hoffa with disbelief and didn't leave for a long time.

"Don't you want to deliver the letter?"

"You are on our side."

He asked uncertainly, "you're not going to join Germany."

"Forced to be paranoid?" Hoffa laughed angrily: "take care of yourself."Ryan disappeared.

Not long after he left, the party was announced. Men and women in gold masks were sitting on the table one after another. At this time, the old man in green robe raised his arm and said enthusiastically, "now, let me introduce my friend who came to watch the ceremony on the night of my rebirth, Athos klester, who is from Germany and represents countless Imperial wizard associations!"

With the applause, another team came from a distance. They didn't wear masks, they were just wearing red robes. With a touch of boredom and impatience on his face, he went straight to one of the first seats of the dining table without looking at anyone.

Hoffa thinks that klester's surname is a little familiar. When he thinks about it, he thinks of the wizard ankel he met in the nightmare world. His surname is also klester. Aldo once told him that the ankles were powerful, and now it seems that they are.

"And on behalf of the Muggle military, Colonel Muller Mans."

Green robe rusfan waved again. From the side door came a man in Muggle uniform. He was thin, tall and energetic. As soon as he came in, he warmly raised his hand and said hello to people in all directions, in sharp contrast to the cold red robed wizard.

Seeing mans come in, Hoffa's heart beat faster. Damn it, this guy's here, too! Since he's here, Chloe must be around.

Take your seat.

In the middle of the banquet hall, rusfan looked solemn. He slowly took off his green robe, revealing his shriveled and naked body. At the moment, a huge moon is shining in the sky. The moonlight shines on the blood pool, the blood in the blood pool is boiling, and the bloody gas is completely diffused in the air.

Rusfan step by step toward the blood pool, every step. His body became less and less human. Sharp teeth grew out of his mouth. His knuckles were crooked and his back was more and more arched. On his back, two thin wing membranes gradually differentiated, which made him look like a big bat.

Scarlet appeared in the moonlight. Soon, it was like blood, which dyed the whole moon scarlet.

Rusfan went to the edge of the blood pool and crossed a bunch of withered roses from the blood pool. When the rose entered the blood pool, it was a dry fragment, but when it was picked up, it turned into a bright twig.

"After all these years, I'm finally free."

He threw away the flowers. Sighed, ready to jump into the blood pool.

"Just a moment."

But just then, a calm cry came from the long table.

Rusfan's face showed displeasure, and he turned to look at it fiercely.

On the circular dining table, Muller Mans, dressed in Muggle uniform, stood up. He raised his glass and said with a serious face:

"although Lord greendevo has not come yet, this is an epic moment after all. I suggest that at this moment, we raise our glasses to celebrate the great Sir rusfan pollidolly, the indomitable wizard and the future blood kinship Wang

If someone initiates such a request, it will not be rejected. All of you stood up, whether they were wearing black robes, red robes or gold masks. They all stood up and raised their glasses.

Zizi said: "the great Sir rusfan pollidolly, the unyielding wizard, the future Prince of blood!"

"Ha ha ha."

The displeasure on rusfan's face was swept away, and he looked at mans with satisfaction, "well, it's rare that you have this intention."

As soon as he reached out his hand, the girl holding the pot in the distance immediately came forward and poured him a glass full of blood red wine.

"I've been dormant for a long time since I was tried by weisengamo. From now on, I'll pull out my sharp tusks. This country, and even this continent, will be in our pocket by then! " He said boldly: "rise, today!"

"Just today!"

The vampire in the golden mask yelled wildly and drank all the things in the cup.

He didn't want to follow those people and shout a slogan at all. But out of politeness, he reluctantly raised his glass and took a sip.

After drinking a glass of wine, rusfan threw away the glass and looked at the blood pool in front of him madly: "God of the night, witness this moment!"

The blood pool in front of us is emitting dense light, as if the whole world has been dyed bright red. Red became bigger and bigger, and finally occupied his whole field of vision.

He felt that something was wrong, so he touched his eyes and began to feel wet, which was also red.

"How..."

Rusfan's head is heavy and his feet are light. Less than three steps in front of the blood pool, he fell to the ground with a plop. His face was firm and he had a close contact with the ground. Then he wanted to get up, but he fell to the ground again. This time, his physical changes gradually disappeared, and he became a normal person.

"Father...!"

This embarrassed appearance made several men with gold masks on the scene want to help him, but at the moment of just standing up, they fell to the ground with the same plop. There was a clanging noise on the table, and the scene was very chaotic.