Chapter 13 He is Very Pleased to be of Service

Having heard Dracula's threats, Long Aomin was not afraid in the slightest, and retorted with a cold laugh, "I don't have time to take care of your emotions..."

Having said that, he stomped his foot and leaped up suddenly.

The earth-shattering force of that jump stunned Greed Wolf, who was standing not far away, causing him to sit back down on the ground.

Boom—

The next second, accompanied by another roar, a torrent of fierce wind was released from Long Aomin's body, rushing towards Dracula.

This was Skill No. 3 of the Dragon Knight—Dragon Soaring Wing Slash: Unleashes a dragon-like wind assault in a jump, attacking all targets in a straight line in front (including friendly fire damage).

"Hmph... Child's play..." Dracula snorted coldly, and instantly transformed from a bat back into human form, and flung his cape behind him.

Just as Dragon Soaring Wing Slash was about to hit him, a black pillar of light, perpendicular to the ground, suddenly appeared, enveloping Dracula's figure within it.

Immediately afterwards, the fierce wind "passed through the light", blasting diagonally through the ceiling above the hall. The pillar of light quickly contracted and disappeared with Dracula from the players' sight.

Two seconds later, the same pillar of light reappeared at another location more than ten meters away, returning Dracula to his previous position.

"Phase shift?" Having witnessed this move, Greed Wolf immediately stated the method used by the Count.

Indeed, the Count was using a technique similar to phase shift, and the "invincible judgment" time of this move was very long... As long as the pillar of light appeared, even if it didn't completely cover his body, he would be considered to have "entered the phase space." At this time, any attack that did not possess hyper-spatial destructive power was useless against him. Similarly, when he moved to another coordinate through the pillar of light, he was also in an invincible state until the pillar of light completely disappeared.

By the way, the cooldown time for the Count's skill... was only six seconds.

If this kind of skill that combined invincibility and displacement was converted into a skill card that players could learn, a cooldown time of half an hour would be impossible, but the Boss had special privileges; that was just how unreasonable it was.

Of course, this move also had its weaknesses. As long as one understood the rules of the skill, they could see two exploitable flaws: first, the maximum distance that could be reached with each movement was only twenty meters, and the Count's horizontal height when he appeared remained the same; second, the time it took for the pillar of light to appear and disappear, as well as the time it took to move, was fixed, and the Count himself could not move until he had completely left the pillar of light.

However... Long Aomin and Greed Wolf did not have Feng Bujue's ability to "observe data." It was impossible for them to grasp the rules of the skill after only seeing it once. In fact, even if they saw it four or five times, they would not be able to determine with one hundred percent certainty whether the "rules" they had discerned were a certainty or something the Boss had intentionally created. Therefore, for a time, they had no way to crack this move.

"As a Demon King..." After Long Aomin landed from mid-air, he stood tall, looking at Dracula and saying, "...to be beaten by me and flee in panic, isn't that too unsightly?"

Brother Long was very excited now, but he hadn't lost his mind. He could also see that, in terms of mobility, Dracula was much stronger than him. If the other party were to flee with all his might, even if the Dragon Knight form's attack and defense were strong, it would be useless. Therefore... he used a very simple but often very effective method—the tactic of provocation.

However, Dracula's reaction was...

"Your provocation is meaningless to me." The Count's tone was calm and his expression was natural. The body that had been shattered by the Divine Dragon Tail Swing had also been completely restored when he transformed back from a bat. "On the contrary, this behavior of yours has exposed a lot of information that is unfavorable to you..." As he spoke, he increased his hovering altitude, moving away from Brother Long by a few feet. "First, your speed can't catch up with me, so you can only provoke me to take the initiative to fight; second, the dragon's breath and wind pressure you released just now... that is, your ranged attack ability, cannot be repeated in a short period of time; third, your current strength... must have a time limit, right?"

After Dracula finished speaking, before Brother Long could respond, Greed Wolf was already cursing in his heart: "Can this Boss's intelligence be any higher? This analytical ability is already more powerful than most players, right? How can we play this?"

"Huff—" Several seconds later, Long Aomin let out a long breath. "There's really no way... I've lost."

In the blink of an eye, most of the fighting spirit on his body dissipated, and his battle qi was also reduced by ninety percent.

"What?" Greed Wolf was shocked, and he was shocked together with all the viewers who were watching the live broadcast.

"Hey! After several hundred chapters, you finally got another role and even broke through, but this is how you end it?"

Okay, the above sentence was not said by Greed Wolf, but by me on behalf of everyone.

"The other party has already seen through my situation, and this guy isn't the type to seek death... What else can I do?" Long Aomin turned his head to look at Greed Wolf, shrugging his shoulders. "Could I fly into the sky?"

"Yes, a very correct judgment." Dracula, floating at a high altitude, nodded in agreement after hearing this. "Instead of making futile attempts, it's better to..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence, because at that moment, his vampire instinct allowed him to capture a trace of fatal aura...

Roar—

In that second, another dragon's roar suddenly sounded.

The surging energy burst open like an explosion, causing the air in the entire space to stagnate.

Obviously, Long Aomin's restrained aura was not a true "admission of defeat." What he said was just to make the enemy lower their guard.

At this moment, the move he was using required him to hold his breath and concentrate his mind, instantly unleashing the Dragon Battle Qi—Flying Dragon in the Sky.

As he did, a dragon shadow suddenly appeared, and Brother Long soared into the sky like a dragon ascending to heaven. He held the Oriharcon Shield in front of him, and his whole body charged towards Dracula like a missile.

The speed and explosive power of this move were definitely not inferior to any S-level ultimate skill. Even if he were to face Shiva's soul intention, the Eye of Destruction... the outcome would be uncertain.

Simply put... this move, given the strength of Dracula as a Boss, could not be received.

The Count was certainly not the kind of person who would take a sure-death blow head-on, but he knew very well that this attack could not be avoided with phase shift, because the energy of Flying Dragon in the Sky indicated that it could definitely affect matter in the phase space to a certain extent.

"To actually force me to this point..." In that split second, Dracula thought to himself, "Can I only reveal 'that form'?"

Unexpectedly! At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A giant shadow... suddenly emerged from who knows where, and it actually leaped to Dracula's front with a speed similar to Long Aomin's... desperately blocking the attack.

Bang—

Half a second later, a loud noise was heard.

The Oriharcon Shield crashed into the giant shadow, breaking it into pieces.

The air currents from the impact swept through the entire hall like a storm. Long Aomin fell down due to a rebounding force, crashing heavily to the ground. After landing, the Dragon Knight transformation effect quickly faded from his body, and his survival value suffered great damage.

And Dracula... under the protection of that giant shadow, was unharmed.

Greed Wolf had basically recovered from the lingering effects of G苟延残喘ou Yan Can Chuan (Lingering), and without thinking too much, he immediately rushed forward to cast healing skills on Brother Long.

He knew very well... that there was no time to delay now. As long as Brother Long lay there for about ten seconds, Dracula could kill them both.

But... the Count, who was in the air, did not seem to have any intention of taking advantage of the situation to pursue the attack.

He floated in mid-air, looking at the broken, flying, and falling fragments in front of him, standing still for two seconds.

Then, the Count moved slightly and reached out to grab one of the pieces. And that piece... was Frankenstein's head.

"Old friend, you didn't have to do this." Dracula's expression changed slightly as he held Frankenstein's face in his hands.

"I... teammate... do something... I... very happy..." The scientist's head squeezed out a few words intermittently from his throat, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"Rest in peace, old friend, I think... we'll see each other again soon." As Dracula spoke, he lowered his head and glanced at the two players on the ground. Then, he still did not launch an attack, but instead, holding his companion's head, silently flew away through the gap in the ceiling...

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Late, 11:55 PM, the end of the Garden of Oblivion.

This was the path to the Land of Chaos, and also the origin of the black pillar of light that had erupted when the castle appeared.

From here, one could see the sky, but not the sky of the human world, but a deep blue, alien firmament adorned with various strange and bizarre sights.

The vast space was made of purple, blue, and white bricks, and was surrounded by Greek-style pillars and statues, respectively embraced by clusters of roses and thorns, which could be considered quite a bizarre combination.

Pfuff— Pfuff—

Accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, a bat flew in from a distance.

Before long, it transformed into a human form, and suddenly landed.

"Where's Feng Bujue?" Dracula looked at the two little girls in front of him and asked coldly.

"He has other things to do." Ruoyu faced the Demon King in front of her with a cold expression, responding calmly.

"What about the amulet?" Dracula asked again.

"It's here with me." Xiao Ling, standing behind Ruoyu, replied, and as she spoke, she picked up the item and showed it to the Count.

The Count's gaze swept across their faces. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "You don't intend to destroy it... do you?"

"That's right." Now, there was no need for the players to hide anything any longer. Ruoyu gave an affirmative answer.

"You..." Dracula looked at Xiao Ling again, "You want to use the incantation to initiate the 'Opening of the Gates of Border Prison' ritual, is that right?"

"Exactly." Xiao Ling also responded.

"I see..." Dracula muttered in a deep voice.

"Unfortunately, we can't let you have your way." Ruoyu said indifferently.

"Mr. Dracula, if you want to blame someone... blame that guy named Feng Bujue." Xiao Ling joked with the Count very mischievously at this time. "At any time, when something terrible happens to you, you can attribute the problem to three places—first, the world's fault, second, Tokiomi's fault, and third, Feng Bujue's fault."

"Terrible?" Dracula repeated the word and snorted lightly. "Hmph... it seems you've misunderstood..."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the two players changed.

"I had already noticed your true purpose." Dracula continued, "Did you think I really couldn't hear your conversations in the castle?"

"Not necessarily..." Xiao Ling didn't quite believe the other party's statement. "If you really knew about our plan long ago, why would you pretend to know nothing and come to help us?"

"It's very simple." Dracula spread his hands. "From the beginning, I never intended to destroy the amulet..."

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At the same time, the top floor of the Clock Tower.

The dim sky and the huge clock tower formed the background here. On a wide, gray slate tile floor, a short figure in a long purple suit stood with his hands behind his back.

His lapels fluttered in the wind, and his soft hair, which wasn't very long, was also messed up in the wind.

"You two... have come at just the right time." Hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Bujue looked up at the clock at a high altitude and said leisurely.

Greed Wolf and Long Aomin, who had just walked up to this level of the platform from the stairs, immediately recognized Brother Jue's back.

"The reason you deliberately dragged us here until almost midnight..." Greed Wolf took a few steps forward and asked, "...can you explain it?"

"Go watch the recording yourself after the game." Feng Bujue turned around and replied faintly, "Facing opponents like you, I have to be more careful... Revealing information to you before everything is settled would increase your chances of making a comeback."

"Hehe... what a truly cruel strategist..." Greed Wolf said again, "But... even if you don't say it, I can guess one or two things." He paused for two seconds and continued, "Right now, your teammates aren't here, which means they're busy with other things. Combining that with your forced delay of the game time until midnight... can I assume... that your team received a task related to the 'ritual' in the opening CG?"

"No comment." Feng Bujue remained unmoved, responding to the other party with these four words unhurriedly. His tone and expression... revealed no flaws at all, preventing his opponents from capturing even the slightest psychological activity.

"Brother Feng." At this time, Brother Long also spoke, "I won't beat around the bush with those things. I'll tell you something practical..." He patted his chest. "Our condition is still pretty good right now. Our stamina isn't full, and our skills have been somewhat depleted, but at least we still have 70% of our combat power." He raised his arm and pointed at Brother Jue, "And you've been waiting comfortably, so even if you're not at full strength, you're not far from it."

"Heh..." Brother Long smiled magnanimously. "Brother Feng, what do you think... in this situation, how confident are you that you can win against the two of us?"

"Good question." As Feng Bujue spoke, he raised one hand, and a deck of flashing cards appeared in his hand.

Greed Wolf and Long Aomin both knew that this was Death Poker, but the Death Poker at this moment was very different from what they had seen in the past. The cards, which originally emitted golden light, had actually become a form of "black light" overflowing.

"If I had to say it..." Brother Jue replied decisively, "...100%."