Hellhound is an extremely terrifying beast, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a war machine. And unlike the half-hearted demons in the audience, Hellhound is absolutely loyal to his master. However, from another perspective, loyalty is actually another way of saying that if he is determined, hellhound will pursue his goal and literally never die. In most cases, Hellhound will win a great victory and lead the faceless person to pounce on the desperate victim. But this time the situation is just the opposite, and the connection between the demon prince and the hunting dog is broken.

The feeling was straightforward, like pulling off a hair. The devil prince was forced to return to reality and pay attention to the world in front of him. How beautiful it is. The captives were like lambs to be slaughtered, being taken into the slaughterhouse by strange demons. Regardless of men, women, young and old, each captive was naked, because the demon found that humans would become more miserable if they were not wearing clothes, and it was convenient for food after bleeding and beheading.

The same blood sacrifice has been done too many times, and to be honest, it was annoyed by it, so it attracted Caterina to order the snake demon to serve him as a conditioner. The snake demon lay under its crotch, its head undulating. The faceless person could not see Caterina's face, which was a bit unhappy enough. However, compared to the face of the demon bitch, His Royal Highness has something more worthy of attention, which is related to the dead hellhound.

Hellhound is also a kind of demon. It cannot be completely killed by ordinary means. If nothing unexpected happens, it will return to the nest of hell and sleep for a hundred years. The faceless person has not been a hundred years, and it does not even have a minute. It is definitely not an ordinary farmer to kill the hellhound. Maybe it is done by the army, and the human army always has the habit of covering civilians. If it is found, it can find fresh sacrifices.

He did it as soon as he said, and the faceless person pushed Caterina away, who was busy between his legs. The snake demon was defenseless and screamed in surprise and rolled down the mountain of Rentou, which was dozens of meters high, and took a lot of heads away. The snake demon fell firmly on the ground, and was almost buried alive by the head that rolled down.

The annoying flies flew into the sky and used buzzing noises to disturb their breeding of offspring. Insects are much braver than humans. Before being dispersed by the magic of flames, many flies crashed into the faceless, making it irritable.

Most of the heads have not yet become skeletons, and they still maintain their appearance during their lifetime. The faceless person can step on at least one step every step. The body of the unjustly dead was blasphemously deceased, and a new blood sacrifice is being held beside the bone gate. Six hundred and sixty-six people, the number of sacrifices remains unchanged, even if the lines deeply penetrated into the ground have long been filled with dried blood. If you insist on saying that there is any change, it is that the prisoner will neither cry nor scream. The victims just stand there, and only take two steps after being poked by the demon. Everyone's eyes are dull, as if everything happens around them has nothing to do with them.

There is no sign of civilization that once existed here. The portal opened for a long time, providing a shortcut to hell to poison the mortal world. Just like the foul dirty water flows into the clear amber, it can destroy all the beauty in just a few drops. The faceless man’s hometown, Wanyuan Plain, does not grow in any grass, the air has an indelible smell of blood, and the river flows in the diluted blood. The earth is dry and cracked, and it will not rain for more than ten years. Moreover, even if raindrops fall, it is something similar to blood. The Wanyuan Plain has long been destroyed. Its residents have now gone to the mortal world and play the trick of the strong in prey on the weak and occupying the nest.

The city of Caen is turning to the worst. The land has begun to turn red. The buildings around the bone gate have weathered and dried up. The bricks on the surface have turned gray and darkened, and merged with the thick dark clouds above. The bishop, which once had hundreds of churches, has become a projection of hell on earth, a huge mill that swallows flesh and blood.

The snake demon Katerina fell very hard, but she didn't dare to complain. She immediately twisted her lower body like a snake and crawled to the side, lest she blocked the devil prince's way. The faceless person chose today as a large-sized minotaur, as tall as a small house. If she was stepped on, she would definitely be crushed to pieces.

The demon prince strode towards the bone gate, and as the victim's blood dripped into the magic circle, the red world appeared again in the gate. Two little demons were too focused on cutting the sacrifice's neck and didn't have time to give way to the faceless. The demon prince stomped them and the victim and passed through the bone gate without looking back. The magic circle on the ground boiled, and the blood of the sacrifice was evaporated in an instant, and the bone gate shook violently. This small earthquake destroyed the throne of the human head that had been accumulated, and the smelly head rolled everywhere. The master patted his butt and left behind an uncontrollable mess. In order to maintain a sense of mystery and prevent betrayal, it would not even tell his subordinates where he was going, what he was doing, and how long he would come back.

Such a powerful existence as the Demon Prince forced his way across the plane, and he needed more than 666 living sacrifices. He might have to wait for it to come back next time, and he might have to have 6666.

The faceless man couldn't wait to taste the fresh offerings. It was more willing to jump around and resist than the prisoners who were locked in the dungeon of Caen, who would no longer cry. He twisted the necks of these people, put their blood backwards and dried them, and then tore them bit by bit without wasting a toe.

Imagination alone makes the faceless person tremble to the point of trembling, and it can't wait to experience it for yourself.

Valan Anvil and his mother Nina Anvil stood shoulder to shoulder, and Duke Bernard leaned slightly behind. The wind blew through the metal buckle on the Duke's cloak and hit the armor. The beard pendant that dwarfed to his chest also made no less noise. It was not William who was too polite to stand behind the king. Considering the height difference between the dwarf and humans, this way, can the king be taken care of.

The dwarf king and the human nobles did not wait long, and the Baron Reno's flag appeared at the end of the road. The flag of St. Adian was based on light green and the gold-edged city gate as the center pattern. It lacked many complex patterns that the great nobles liked to use, which was very easy to distinguish.

Jim Renault actually came in person, which was beyond the expectations of the Dwarf King. Valan watched Jim grow up from a kid, take over the Baron's father's class, and become the new Baron Renault. Before that, Valan also watched Jim's father Louis grow up. This is the disadvantage of being a long-lived race. You must watch humans die one by one, which will make you dare not extend your hand of friendship again, so as not to be too sad.

Valan had heard of his mother and Baron Renault’s unexplained affair with him two hundred years ago, and he regarded it as nonsense. Jim was like a dwarf? Don’t tease him! If all short humans are called dwarfs, Valan would no longer have to worry about the lack of people in the tribe. The dwarf was famously loyal to his spouse, and he didn’t believe that his mother would give birth to a mixed-race child when he died.

When St. Adian's green flag fluttered in the middle of the road in the wind, the king accidentally ignored Nina's uncontrollable smile, which was the kind of kindness that the elders had from the heart to the younger generation.

The vanguard cavalry was no more than one hundred, but they were holding many flags. When Valan heard the duke behind him sigh, he felt that it was too ostentatious. The leader was a knight who did not dismount until ten steps away from the dwarf king. The cavalry brought were lined on both sides to make way for the convoy behind. The people brought by the baron were all cavalry and carriages that pulled supplies.

The visitor lifted his face and Valan recognized the face. He knew every baron's subordinate.

"Mr. Anvil, Master." The knight bowed to the dwarf and son, and then bowed to the duke, obviously perfunctory. Bernard smiled and did not think it was offensive. The Bernard family and the Renault family were both wartime and, a few months ago, the duke wanted to take down St. Adian in one go. What's the point of encountering some hostility? Reinforcements are better than anything else.

Varan was too lazy to care about the title, and he didn't have time to send a letter to Jim, telling him that he had become king. In private, Varan also understood that this was a king, ruling the castle that had been abandoned for two hundred years and a group of pathetic refugees? Even if all the tribesmen who were left in St. Adian were included, his little kingdom had no even a thousand dwarves.

Seeing that most of the people driving the carriage were dwarves, I gave him some comfort.

After the carriage was more than halfway through, Jim Renault finally appeared. Baron Renault wore a full set of knight armor, mainly silver-white, with flowers carved in the middle and painted golden yellow. The most exaggerated one was the helmet, with three swan feathers nailed on it, dyed red, yellow and blue respectively. The Baron's mount was covered in armor, as white as his cloak, and the cavalry helmet accompanied the Baron was bright and bright. He immediately straightened his waist, and they were all full of energy.

In this way, the human allies on Valan were set off as if they were beggars. Even Duke Bernard himself, not all the scratched armor, had already changed color.

Valan prepared a banquet to clean the baron. In order to take care of the characteristics of human beings who do not like to drill caves, he set up two tents in the open space in front of the gate as a restaurant. However, it seemed that the Baron did not intend to stay for a long time. He got off from his horse, shook hands with Valan and Duke Bernard, and urged the convoy behind him to start unloading the goods. Valan was a little blushing, and the bent sheep duct left by his ancestors could not pass through the carriage, so he could only tie the goods to the back of the pack horse and led them in by the man.

If it weren't for the demon's threat coming in front of you, Valan would have wanted to chisel the mountain and build a decent road.

The mother seemed to be smiling too brightly, and took the initiative to step forward and hold Jim's hand. Valan heard her mother ask the baron, "Are you hungry, are you tired?" This is too much like the grandmother taking care of her grandchildren. Her mother is now in her 350s. Time has not left too many traces on her face, only the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes revealing her age.

Speaking of which, Valan remembers that his mother treated Jim's father, Jim's grandfather, and Jim's grandfather... The Dwarf King clapped his hands and simply and roughly threw away these unhappy associations.
Chapter completed!