In the dark world, the Advanced Dark Council is second only to the General Council of Solomon, and participants must at least have count-level (third-level) strength.
This meeting is local, and the people who come are all demons hidden in the Kingdom of Faloran. The host is Alvis, a dark grand duke.
Demons are a general term, and there are many types of them, most of which are immortal species. The more common ones are demons, vampires, demons (somewhat similar to vengeful spirits), werewolves, etc.
They believed in the great darkness, infinity, and the mother of reproduction. They once ruled the world during the Dark Age (Second Age) and regarded humans as blood food and slaves. At that time, they regarded themselves as the Holy Blood Nobles, divided their territories and titles, and
There is a strict concept of hierarchy of superiority and inferiority.
The voice echoed throughout the hall, and Alves, who was sitting on the throne, spoke: "You must also know that Claire has returned to the embrace of the Mother of Darkness. Our situation is very difficult, and the time for the Solomon Conference has been repeatedly postponed. Various countries
The situation of the saint descendants is not optimistic.
I hope that at this time, everyone can exercise restraint as much as possible, get through this period of time, and give the princes some time to organize manpower."
A vampire marquis spread his bat wings behind his back and filled the air with blood. He was a little puzzled: "That mad dog Michel should be hunting down our Marquis Grover at the border of Falorland. Why did it suddenly appear in Bushen City?
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The demon ghost wearing a mask and shrouded in a black mist next to him had a hoarse voice: "Claire has disappeared for three years and has not had any contact with any of us during this period. Who knows what is going on with her? It would be better to die. Humans are not like that.
The saint is totally unreliable!"
"Really? Wesley, you think you can talk nonsense here after you find a suitable container and regain your strength?!
Without us helping you, do you think you could have hidden so comfortably before?" A dark wizard said coldly.
There are also humans in the Dark Council. After all, some extraordinary professions are not tolerated by humans, such as necromancers, witches, etc.
The fourth-level demon Wesley was furious, and the black mist that shrouded his body expanded and shrank: "Vito Scaletta! Ten years ago, you were just an ignition wizard (second level). If we hadn't taken you in, you would have been killed long ago."
He was hung on the stake and burned to death by Jiminy!
Why, now that you have become a Ji'an wizard (fourth level), your wings have become stiff? Why didn't you kill that third-level priest? You fell down in front of us to show off your authority!"
"Put away your pitiful arrogance and self-esteem, you can't understand the situation at all!" Vito retorted unceremoniously. In the dark world, strength is respected, and there is no tradition of respecting seniors.
"you……"
The dark Earls present looked at each other and said nothing. Many of them picked up the blood-filled wine glasses and took a sip, then silently watched the big bosses fight.
Life has been bad recently, I don't dare to do anything, and life is extremely boring. Some people even hope that the two big guys will fight to cheer everyone up.
"Giggle!"
Grand Duke Alvis tapped the table twice, Wesley and Vito glared at each other and stopped arguing.
The Grand Duke looked at the Demon Duke sitting on his left, and said in a calm voice: "Duke Brian, is there any news about Prince Milo?"
"Ahem!"
Brian coughed a few times and his voice sounded very old: "There is no news. Gonzalez's strength has exceeded His Majesty's expectations. He has only been in the Sanctuary for 40 years and has already come a long way on this road.
The prince had just recovered at that time, and he underestimated the enemy. He was probably seriously injured. I don't know what the other majesties thought, but I didn't dare to get close to the St. Joan Empire to the west."
After thinking for a while, Alves said humbly: "You are a senior, do you have any good suggestions?"
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Brian's old voice fluctuated a little: "Young Lord Alves, your demeanor is heart-warming. But I am already old, and although I pulled the button on the holy door, I can't step in.
Even shallow wisdom cannot point the way for saints.
The Dark Lords have disappeared for many years. After the Fourth Age, we are at a clear disadvantage. Lord Alvis, your potential is amazing, and I do not deny your ideas.
However, I still hope that you can take more care of the saints. The road to the Holy Land is long and difficult, and it will be beneficial to experience more battles."
Demons are respected for their strength, and age is nothing. There are few people like Alves who have such respect for beings of a lower rank than him.
Nodding to show that he understood, Alves chuckled: "I know, everyone thinks that I am timid and afraid of getting into trouble. I really don't dare to face Gonzalez, but I will not postpone my responsibilities."
Brian nodded, and the meeting went on in an orderly manner. The final result was that everyone remained restrained and waited for a turnaround.
Anyone who wants to cause trouble must bear the consequences at their own risk. Don't drag everyone into the water. No one will help.
In the western border of Falorland, in a quiet small village, a certain vampire marquis who couldn't help but caused a wave of trouble some time ago couldn't hold on any longer!
Marquis Grover felt that he was so unlucky. He had already left the St. Joan Empire, but he could still meet that mad dog!
The gorgeous evening dress on his body was in tatters, and even had many black marks from burns. He stood in the middle of the small village, with countless blood mist rising, surrounded by corpses, including men, women, old and young.
The blood gathered at his feet, forming a pattern of tulips. Not only that, Grover cut his palm, and a few drops of extremely red blood dripped down. He couldn't help but swayed and almost fell down.
His face was pale, his eyes were filled with madness, and he was staring at a ball of golden flames flying toward him in the low air in the distance. He was already cornered!
Opening his hands, the Blood Realm quickly unfolded. Originally, this magic circle required a vampire above the duke to complete, but as a powerful marquis, he could barely activate it by consuming source blood and using the blood of nearly a hundred villagers to perform rituals.
Now the blood is rolling and steaming under his control, turning into billowing blood mist and spreading. Countless blood lines are entangled like meridians, forming twisted and dazzling runes on the ground.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Dark red faces of hunger and greed loomed in the gaps between the runes, and red trails and blood dripped onto the ground.
In the alleys where carrion and moss are piled up, in the cracks of doors where red eyes are hidden, and in the shadows of corners where light cannot reach them.
One by one, weird and scary-looking things came out of it.
These things can no longer be simply described as horror or horror. They are not human beings.
These beings are monsters that live in resentment, eat away at the blood mist, and feed on negative emotions.
They have no fixed shape, and unlike humans, their body limbs are twisted into incredible angles.
"Mad dog, I'll kill you right here!" Grover stood in the middle of the Blood Realm and spread his bat wings. He had not been so embarrassed in many years.
The golden flames in the sky did not pause at all, and crashed directly into the small village shrouded in blood mist like a comet!
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, golden flames hit the ground, and the surrounding ground suddenly cracked like a spider web!
He was wearing white paladin leather armor, holding a cyan sword in his right hand, squatting in the flames, and throwing out eight silver knives engraved with sacred texts with his left hand!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The blade entered the ground, and eight white lights like giant pillars lit up. Countless monsters rushing towards him were reduced to ashes. He jumped up again, and the surging holy power was directed into the sword!
Slashing forward, a white sword light nearly a hundred meters long rose into the sky, cutting through the blood mist, tearing apart the monsters, and slashing Grover straight!
The Blood Marquis showed hatred on his face, put his hands together, and the blood runes lit up.
Drops of blood rain flew up, turning into knives, swords, guns and other weapons in the air, shooting straight from the sky to the ground, emitting countless frightening sky-piercing screams, just like thousands of powerful bows and crossbows firing thousands of sharp arrows.
, the sounds merged into one, and in an instant it was like the roar of a hurricane, shaking the soul.
Every drop of blood is a sword! A knife! A forest of swords and a rain of swords!
Almost at the same time, the land cracked, and the twisted skull faces melted into blood, and in the blink of an eye they turned into thousands of blood spears.
They formed a sea of spears, carrying a brilliant bloody light, rushing to stab the white sword light in the sky, straight into the sky!
Veteran Vampire Marquis Grover VS "Holy White Sword" Michelle!
