Especially their laughter, which sounded sharp and mean, accompanied by abnormal shrieks that were exceptionally piercing.
"Anna, Nicole, Penelope, you take care of them," Zhao Lun said.
The three nodded, while Mulan stood beside Zhao Lun, both of them facing the source of the terrifying aura deep within the castle.
As for the two vampire monsters, they had already lost themselves in a victorious demeanor, looking at them with a sense of triumph. They sniffed the air, catching the scent of Zhao Lun and the others, their eyes glazing over with intoxication as they sniffed eagerly. In the end, the two creatures even commented to each other about how delicious the "food" before them looked.
Their attitude showed that they didn't take Zhao Lun and the others seriously at all; in Zhao Lun's view, their combat quality was extremely poor.
Zhao Lun believed that Anna and the others, armed with their weapons, would definitely be able to handle these two poorly performing vampire monsters.
Dealing with the small monsters would serve as a training exercise for them. He only needed to keep an eye on the final big monster and ensure they had a safe space to confront it.
Anna and her companions directly lured the monsters, drawing their aggro and leading the two small monsters away, leaving the area for Zhao Lun and Mulan.
Zhao Lun didn't look at them; instead, he focused more intently on the deep, terrifying aura coming from within the castle, which was now closer.
Bang! A gunshot rang out! Nicole and the others had already started fighting!
Zhao Lun, on his side, also got into position, his magic wand having somehow appeared in his hand. It occasionally emitted sparks of electricity, dispersing some of the terrifying aura approaching them.
Tap, tap, tap! A chaotic sound of footsteps approached them.
It was a group of small monsters, wearing a layer of skin caps, their heads lacking any humanoid features, with claw-like hands wielding heavy forks, howling as they charged toward them.
The once-silent castle was suddenly alive because of them.
Zhao Lun watched them, the sparks on his wand intensifying. Without waiting for the enemies to get closer, he launched an attack.
Whoosh! An invisible blade of wind cut toward the incoming foes. The group of small monsters was sliced like scarecrows, with the unfortunate ones being cut in half and collapsing into ashes, while the lucky ones only suffered minor injuries.
They dropped their weapons and ran off, disappearing into the distance.
Zhao Lun sensed their direction—it was toward Nicole and the others, likely intending to assist the two vampire monsters. He didn't worry about it, believing they would be able to handle the threat.
As the small monsters retreated, the sounds of intense gunfire came from nearby, accompanied by the flash of ultraviolet grenades and violent vibrations, creating quite a commotion.
It seemed that things were quieting down on their end.
"Still not coming out?" Zhao Lun murmured.
The earlier small monsters were merely testing the waters, and now that nothing had emerged, Zhao Lun felt that the boss inside seemed surprised.
With the enemy still not appearing, Zhao Lun decided to rush in! Mulan followed closely behind him, remaining silent.
Boom! An explosion sounded, indicating significant activity in that direction.
The ancient castle shook, dust falling continuously, and they could feel the vibrations underfoot. Fortunately, the castle was built of stone and was quite sturdy, so they didn't have to worry about it suddenly collapsing and burying them beneath.
On Zhao Lun's side, the final big monster of this place was about to make its appearance—Dracula!
The count appeared with great flair, even though he was wary of his enemies, he showed no signs of it.
Upon seeing Zhao Lun, he didn't act as if he were in a battle; instead, it was as if he were welcoming guests, smiling and performing his noble etiquette. His movements and demeanor were perfect, embodying the essence of nobility.
However, despite his polished manners, they could not conceal the coldness, ruthlessness, pride, and cruelty reflected in his handsome face.
In the end, the coldness, ruthlessness, and pride all transformed into brutality, brutal as a demon. And the malice of the demon was something that etiquette could not disguise.
He looked at Zhao Lun and Mulan, finally fixing his gaze on Mulan, his eyes glowing with a sinister red light, looking very evil.
"Do we have guests? Oh! But this guest is quite rude, having damaged the host's home?"
"What do I see? Such delightful things, is this a gift for me?"
"Igor, make sure to treat our guests well."
His demeanor was reminiscent of a noble in a play, very aristocratic, but the malevolence radiating from him was overwhelming. With his sneer, the evil energy around him erupted.
This malevolent aura was terrifying, even more so than his roar. Even Mulan, who rarely showed any signs of fear, felt affected.
The notoriety of a demon, even if exaggerated, leaves a lasting, terrifying impression on people's hearts after centuries of boasting.
The demon before them had existed in this place for four centuries, with real deeds that were far more intimidating than mere stories. Those who grew up hearing tales about him could not help but feel fear.
Zhao Lun was shielded by an air current-like force, blocking the corrupting influence; he felt no fear and was not affected.
Mulan displayed an enigmatic demeanor, quickly adjusting her state, leaving others unsure of her depth.
"Yes, Master."
His servant, Igor, a pale-faced ghoul with a stiff expression, wielded a weapon resembling a tuning fork, sparking with electricity, and grinned as he prepared to bring the "gift" to his master. The "gift" was none other than Mulan.
Mulan didn't even spare a glance, showing no anger. As the enemy approached, she simply threw the box in her hand.
Boom! Under the immense force, the ghoul Igor was sent flying as if struck by a massive truck, lacking any ability to resist. He and his fork flew away, crashing hard against the wall. After a loud crash, he fell to the ground, twitching, losing all vitality, until his entire body turned to ash.
The servant Igor was dead!
"You killed my servant!"
The demon before them was furious, no longer testing the waters, transforming directly into a monstrous form. He spread his demonic wings and extended his claws, lunging at Mulan.
A blazing flame surged forward, forcing him to halt.
"If you want to trouble Mulan, you have to get past me first," Zhao Lun said with a smile, brandishing his wand.
On the other side of the castle, the battle was reaching its climax.
"Ah!" A scream erupted as a vampire monster named Alina was pierced by a silver stake, turning to ashes amidst her cries.
"Alina!" The remaining Verona panicked, caught off guard and struck by a blue light, only to be impaled by another silver stake!
In just this brief moment, the small monsters that came to assist had all perished, and the two elite monsters followed suit.
The big boss, Dracula, instantly became a lone commander. Feeling all this, Dracula's fury surged. He no longer spoke or tested the waters; he charged directly at Zhao Lun.
With his wand in hand, Zhao Lun unleashed a crimson blade of wind toward him. Dracula did not dodge; he allowed it to strike him. A gruesome scar appeared on his body, but it healed rapidly.
"A wizard?"
"Haha, useless, you cannot kill me!"
At this point, he seemed less angry, allowing Zhao Lun's magic to hit him, the wounds healing quickly as he advanced step by step, trying to exert pressure.
"Is that so? Then how about this?"
As Zhao Lun spoke, he suddenly stepped forward and plunged a silver stake into Dracula's chest.
Dracula let out a cry, appearing to be in immense pain, then, with dark humor, he discarded the silver stake.
"Useless! You cannot kill me!"
"My immortal body, you cannot kill me!"
He was filled with pride.
Immortal body—this was his greatest confidence.