Located in an old castle hidden in the forest outside Storn City in East Chester County, the mansion that has been deserted for thousands of years has now become bustling with people again.
After the curse on the bloodline disappeared and the relics of the ancestors were returned, the few remaining members of the Abraham family who hoped to bring back their ancestors finally fell to the Fool, so the family gathered again from all over the world and returned to this city with
An ancient and solemn mansion with a history of thousands of years, passed down from ancestors.
"Doll!"
"I'm here, what do you want from me?" Upon hearing the call, the young man from the Abraham family, known as Dole, immediately raised his head and looked at the man in front of him with gray hair on his temples but a rather young face.
After the blood curse disappeared, the Abraham family ushered in a promotion boom. Many members who had stopped at Sequence 5 due to the curse began to be promoted to demigods in batches (it is easy to do it with a picture frame in the ceremony). Many low-sequence tribesmen
There have also been improvements.
The man in front of him was named Benjamin Abraham, a member of the Abraham tribe who was active two hundred years ago. He once worked for Russell Gustav, but later died because he could not be promoted to demigod.
After Russell Gustav returned and assumed the position of the Black Emperor, this trusted minister by her was also resurrected and became one of the twelve talkers of the Abraham family.
"Your bloodline has been verified. Congratulations on your return to the family." Benjamin smiled faintly, probably because during that difficult time, the Abraham family did not have as strict a hierarchy as other extraordinary families, even if
He is the talkative person of the family, and he is also quite pleasant to the clan members who have just recognized their ancestors.
"Thank you very much." A sincere smile appeared on Dole's face, but Benjamin shook his head and said:
"There is nothing to thank. As long as you are Abraham, you are a member of the family. Come on, I will take you to meet other people."
"Okay!" Dole immediately raised his feet and followed him, with a special look in his eyes.
In fact, he was not an orphan from the Abraham family, and of course, he was not a liar who had heard the news and pretended to be someone else.
His true identity is none other than Bethel Abraham, the recently resurrected King of Angels and the ancestor of the Abraham family.
However, when this gentleman faced his beloved family, he hesitated because he didn't know how to face these people.
Thousands of years have passed, and most of the old friends he knew have disappeared, and the younger members of his family who were familiar with him have already lost control and died under his own full moon ravings.
He felt that he owed this family from the bottom of his heart, but he did not regret the choice he made.
In the end, he did not disclose his identity, but he did not remain anonymous. Instead, he returned to his home as a descendant of a branch of Abraham. Although it was strange for his descendants to be his descendants, Bethel, who had been away from home for many years, no longer cared.
These.
Looking at the young people greeting him one by one, he felt that life like this seemed not bad...
…
On the Sunian Sea, a huge sloop sailed on the calm sea, and pieces of mist followed it. This is the new pirate king, the vehicle of the Night King, the legendary ghost empire.
Wearing a black dress with gold threads, the Night King Trunsoest stood in the middle of the deck as huge as a city, commanding his citizens and ghost crew to build an altar.
In the center of the altar, a scarlet drop-shaped gem was constantly contracting and expanding like a heart. Blood threads drilled out from the gaps in the deck, wrapping around the gem but not coming into contact with it. In the strange rhythm,
The King of Night opened his hands, and an illusory book of laws slowly unfolded. As the lines of laws were written down, the citizens of Netip Town, as well as those who were trapped on the ship, could only become adventurers of sailors.
The worshipers reluctantly walked to the altar, cut their wrists, and let the blood drip onto the altar.
"Thank you, source of life! Praise you, mother of all things!"
As Trunsoest recited the honorable name of Mother Earth, the blood threads began to weave into a delicate cocoon.
Although the original ceremony should recite the honorable name of the ancestor of the blood race, now, the original moon has long been polluted by something, and the Night Emperor can only settle for the next best thing.
However, the information that the two are one is no longer a secret in the high sequence, and he also believes that the mother goddess will not refuse to give him the power to complete this ritual.
Sure enough, the moon's radiance penetrated the layers of fog and fell on the empty altar. The blood and blood gathered together and condensed into a ruby-like shell.
Trunsoest waved his hand to signal the crew to leave, and then stood quietly in front of the bloody gem, maintaining the operation of the altar.
Katcha, Katcha…
A crisp breaking sound came from the blood-colored gem-like cocoon, and cracks spread across the cocoon.
A white and slender arm suddenly stretched out from it, opening the shell bit by bit.
After a moment, a flawless body emerged from the blood cocoon. She gently held her long hair hanging down to her waist. The broken gem cocoon pieces squirmed slightly and turned into a long blood-colored skirt, covering the body.
on her body.
"My dear, this doesn't seem to be the original plan?" Ornia glanced at the surrounding environment and frowned slightly. Even if she lost the characteristics of a beauty goddess, she was still the most beautiful existence in the world.
"I can't help it. I met Amon when I was resurrected..." Before Trunsoest finished speaking, Onissia showed a look of surprise, nodded and said:
"I understand, you let me lie to you again."
"..."
"..."
The atmosphere on the deck was a little awkward for a moment. After a moment of silence, Trunsoest sighed:
"Now there is a new Black Emperor, the Bound God and the God of Luck have also become gods, and the true Creator has returned to his full glory..."
"Okay, the Mother Goddess has told me." Onissia stretched out her hand to stop the Night Emperor's statement, which almost made him cry, and said with some comfort in his tone:
"Let's do this, you and I go back to the clan, and we..."
"No!" Trunsoest shook his head vigorously, joking. When Onissia married him, it was considered a high achievement, but now he returns to the vampire clan with her, what is the difference between returning to the vampire clan and becoming a son-in-law?
He is such a majestic, once true god of judge, how can he go back to eat soft rice!
"Then what are you going to do? Although only one of the three hands of order has an owner, the uniqueness lies in the hand above the sequence!" Onissia sorted out the knowledge passed on to her by her ancestors, and sighed helplessly.
Take a breath.
When the Night Emperor heard this, his expression suddenly became deflated, but he still said a little toughly:
"At least... at least we can't just go back like this. I still have a lot of extraordinary characteristics reserved here. I will wait until I re-establish a maritime kingdom and then we will talk about anything else."
"..." Onissia looked at Trunsoest's stubborn expression, and finally showed a helpless smile. Forget it, let him go. A man's strange self-esteem always needs to be taken care of sometimes...