Matthew and Giorgios followed Mrs. Nadasdi as they advanced in the underground castle.
From time to time, groups of monsters would attack them.
Mrs. Nadasidi calls them "servants."
The more he followed Mrs. Nadasdi, the more doubts grew in Giorgios's heart.
They had been walking for a long time along the corridors and steps that continued to go deeper into the ground.
The light from the ruby chandelier became darker and darker, and the blood pool gradually reached the waist. The blood dripping from the chandelier still did not stop.
Even Servants Mash and Giorgios became sluggish in their actions in such an environment.
Human body fluids contain magic.
Tears, saliva, sweat, blood and even breast fluid are rich in the magic power of small sources in the body of life.
To put it bluntly, vitality is the magic power of Xiaoyuan.
Putting yourself in the blood itself is equivalent to giving Camilla, as a vampire, an opportunity to take advantage of.
As time went by, Matthew and Giorgios, who continued to go deeper into Chakdis City, could more clearly feel the passage of their magic power.
This pool of blood is "digesting" them.
Giorgios, who had more dexterous weapons and a taller body, held Mrs. Nadasdi in a "princess hug" posture.
Flexibly dodging the attack from the monster called a "servant" by the young woman in his arms, Giorgios handed his back to Mashu.
"ha!"
The huge cross-shaped gray shield struck hard, slamming the last monster that attacked into the blood pool.
The splashing blood fell again like rain.
This is why Giorgios is confused.
Even he, as a servant, and Mash, as a sub-server, would inevitably be overtaken by the monster "servants" with slender limbs.
Although the "servants" are not very strong, even an ordinary adult man can be their enemy.
But in this dimly lit, difficult-to-move underground castle, the "servants" have far more advantages than most people imagine.
So how did Mrs. Nadasidi in his arms escape all the way from such a place to a position close to the exit of the underground city?
Even escaped the pursuit of "minions"?
Ordinary people absolutely cannot do this.
Medieval castles were not originally designed for residential purposes.
Take the city of Çakhedis as an example. The real-world city of Çakhedis is a lonely fortress built on a hill.
There is a village called Čachtice nearby, so the castle is also called Čachtice City.
The earliest castles were not built to provide residences for nobles, but to build military fortresses following the tradition of bastions in the Roman era.
The hired wandering knights and the levy militia recruited by the lords from all over will use this as a springboard to conduct military operations.
Its livability can be imagined.
Later, with the settlement of barbarians and the division of territory, wars gradually became less frequent, and the castle lost its original role and became a place where nobles lived.
But the structure of the castle itself has not changed. There are very few window openings in the outer wall of the castle. Even if there are windows, they are more than ten meters high.
It is difficult for air to circulate in it and it is difficult for sunlight to enter. The humid environment of continental Europe also left the interior of the castle covered in mold.
The layout inside the castle is as complicated as a maze, with secret rooms and corridors everywhere, as well as nooks and crannies that are difficult to clean.
Even if you hire servants to clean, it's impossible to maintain complete hygiene.
Cockroaches, rats and lice thrive in the castle. The crude construction technology of the Middle Ages could not keep mosquitoes, snakes and scorpions out of the walls.
Most castles are built in areas far away from human habitation, and purchasing food and daily necessities often takes several days.
There is almost no difference between living in a castle and living in a prison. The only difference between nobles and criminals may be their freedom and their greater "power".
Assassin, who had such an impression on the castle during his lifetime, restored it in a Noble Phantasm that embodied the landscape in his mind.
Elizabeth Bathory, who was trapped in the castle for her whole life, may be the person who best understands the horror of the castle.
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The blood pool at the feet of Animusfia and Fujimaru Ritsuka gradually began to pulse as if they had a pulse as they continued to advance.
The frightened Uranus Spear decisively jumped onto Animusfia's body and wrapped around his arm.
"Director, why did it become like this?"
Looking at the pool of blood under his feet, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Animusfiya.
The blood pool that had been like stagnant water before suddenly started to stir. It was obviously unconvincing to say that there was nothing there.
"I'm afraid the core of this underground city is ahead."
While continuing to move forward, Animusfia said while observing the pool of blood that was constantly being pumped back behind them.
"Director, in front!"
Following the corridor and turning a corner, the field of vision suddenly opened up, but a wave of bright red blood shot toward Animusfia and Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Animusfia, who was drawn back by Fujimaru Ritsuka's exclamation, quickly drew a string of dark blue characters in the air and shouted:
"Neptune!"
The spray of blood was split into two, bypassing Animusfiya and Fujimaru Ritsuka, and rushed into the long corridor that came out behind them.
If it weren't for Animusfia's magic, they would both be swept away by the blood tide.
Animusfia followed the direction of the blood wave and looked toward the center of the wave.
A huge spiral staircase appeared in front of him. The railings alone were probably dozens of meters high.
The blood seemed to be pumped by something, defying the laws of gravity and climbing up the stairs.
Finally, he rose to the top and came to Animusfia, entering the entrance of the corridor behind him in the form of a wave.
Looking down, Animusfia alone could see no less than a thousand corridor entrances surrounding each floor of the spiral staircase.
With the rhythm of the heartbeat, blood flows up from the bottom of the stairs, spanning thousands of meters, and pours into every entrance.
And in the hollow at the bottom of the stairs, there was a huge figure that Animusfia and Fujimaru Ritsuka had seen several times, but should only exist in fantasy.
dragon.
