"Hey, Alice, what does the blast countdown mean?"
"What is it? Let me take a look."
There is an eye-catching prompt box floating in the retina, which is constantly shaking with the girl's steps. The highlighted text on it is very clear, so the spirits behind can see it clearly: [Countdown to explosion: 29:30:09
], the numbers are still going backwards.
"Obviously," Alice said without thinking, "it means that the castle will explode when the countdown ends."
"Oh."
Leticia nodded, what? It turns out that the castle will explode in thirty minutes...
"What did you say!?" The vampire girl subconsciously raised her tone, and her confused voice echoed in the empty corridor and the cold ceiling. If there were no enemies nearby, she would have been discovered long ago: "They are going to blow up this castle.
!?”
"It looks like, tsk, the people from the United Order are really ruthless. Such a big castle can be blown up at any time. The Nioesu family doesn't know how many antiques and treasures they have collected here. If you really don't want it, give it to me.
I’m fine too.”
The golden-haired maid who got into money's eyes only cared about the treasures she was about to bury in the ruins - although these treasures were not actually hers, it didn't matter, as long as Alice had the idea of taking them as her own, that would be it.
It has an undisputed legal right to claim on both a legal and moral level, but there are just a few inconsequential procedures missing to transfer the ownership and signature rights of these treasures.
Leticia doesn't care about the treasure, she cares more about another thing: "So, we only have half an hour left?"
Metien looked at the countdown in the prompt box and whispered: "To be precise, it should be 27 minutes."
When Leticia heard these words, she felt an even greater sense of urgency in her heart. She speeded up silently, passing under the blood-red moonlight and the half-length knight statue standing silently. The figure moving through the darkness was like an helpless figure.
The ghost captured by the light, when she passed by, if the cold flames on the pale candles had not swayed, everyone would have thought that it was just a gust of wind passing through the corridor, raising a slightly cold breath.
Such a reckless advance is naturally not as stealthy as the previous steady attack, and is actually very easy to detect. But fortunately, the war between Silver Moon and the Balance of Order does not seem to have burned into the depths of the castle, so there are almost no people nearby.
Leticia was a little wary at first, but after walking through two or three corridors and a dozen rooms without running into anyone, she became bolder and simply stopped following the rules and followed "the shortest straight line between two points."
Following the principle, he jumped over the precious paintings and sculptures without scruples, and sometimes even broke open the window and broke into the corridor of the next room, leaving only glass fragments scattered on the ground behind him.
The countdown passed by minute by second, and the intuitive premonition in her mind became stronger and stronger. She believed that her grandma was not far away from her, and she would be able to find her soon. At this moment, something suddenly appeared in her sight.
A strange figure came, frightening her to stop quickly and huddle behind the corner of the corridor, only sticking her head out to observe the situation.
It was a middle-aged man with a hateful face and a gloomy expression. Due to the dim light, Leticia could not clearly see his specific appearance and was too lazy to describe it. The girl's eyes were firmly fixed on the black bat wings behind the man.
on, inexplicably a bit deep - he is from the same race as hers.
She saw the Vampire man stopping outside a certain room and saying a few words to the owner of the room through the door. What exactly he said was just like his appearance. Leticia couldn't hear clearly. What's more,
Too lazy to listen. She silently took out the hand crossbow from her waist, installed the crossbow arrows, and aimed at the guy's back.
"Uh, excuse me for asking." Alice couldn't help but ask after seeing this scene: "Do you know this guy? Have a grudge against him?"
"No, I don't know him." Leticia deliberately lowered her tone, as if she didn't want the vampire to hear her voice: "But he must be a member of Valenhilde's tribe, so I want to kill him."<
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The vampire girl's tone was cold and firm, not like she was joking.
You didn’t forget that you also have the surname Valenhilde, right?
Alice complained internally.
Metien was a little worried: "Is this okay, Leticia? Didn't your grandma say that if you kill someone, you can never look back?"
Leticia hesitated after hearing this, but after a while she shook her head and insisted on her original decision: "It doesn't matter. I killed a vampire from the Valenhilde family. Grandma will forgive me."
If I remember correctly, your grandmother also has the surname Valenhilde, right?
Alice complained again.
No amount of complaints could shake Leticia's determination. What's more, Alice didn't say these complaints out loud, she just muttered a few words in her heart. The vampire girl hidden in the corner raised her crossbow unswervingly and flashed the crossbow.
The cold crossbow arrow was aimed at the back vest of the Valenhilde tribesman, and he silently pulled the trigger.
……
Berefa Y. Garcia Valenhild thinks everyone is stupid.
Gundaruff is the biggest fool, because he actually thought that he could imitate the great deeds of his ancestors and liberate Motosh from the combined rule of humans and religious orders. But he never thought that Saint Junni, who was praised by the world,
The reason why Ao was able to succeed was because the Steam Order, the largest human force in the Western Continent at the time, did not pay attention to the Tagu'o Wilderness, a desolate area inhabited by barbarians. Once human civilization decided to expand its power on this land,
Then the aliens have absolutely no chance, because they are neither strong nor united. How can they fight against an enemy that is both powerful and united?
The other aliens who participated in this gathering were smaller idiots, including Jacob Tang from the Devans family, Lawrence Qiao from the Esther family, or any guy from any other family. In short, they were all stupid.
He was so stupid that he actually listened to Gundaruff's words, was bewitched by him, and joined his alliance for the power of eternal life, mobilizing his own people on the battlefield to fight a war that was impossible to win. Doing that
There is no point other than accelerating one's own demise.
Have these people never thought that the power of immortality has never been in Gundaruff's hands? That guy just used other people's treasures to show off his power. If you really want eternal life, bypass him and go directly to Silver Eyes
The countess is the safest way. Of course, it is more likely that they are afraid of the countess's power and dare not use force to coerce them. After all, that is a historical figure of the same era as Saint Junio. In the mysterious world,
The older the law, the more powerful it is and it has never gone wrong.
But Berlefa knew that being powerful in the past did not mean being powerful now. It was very likely that the countess at this moment would not be able to exert her strength as an elder of the blood clan. If not, why would she accept Gundaruff's "invitation"?
How about coming to Foloze Castle to show everyone the power of eternal life? Is there anyone who is so generous and selfless that he is willing to share this power with others?
Maybe it's the age limit, maybe it's the injuries left in the past... Bureifa doesn't care what the reason is. He is even a little lucky that other people are such stupid guys and gave him such an opportunity to enjoy eternal life alone.
The power. He has made a decision. After receiving the power of eternal life from the countess, he will escape from Motosh through the secret channel he left in Qiyu Port, and leave this muddy swamp forever. Even if he abandons his family and relatives, it doesn't matter.
.
He is about to have eternal life, and he must have eternal life, and other things are unimportant.
Everyone thinks that Jacob Tang of the Devans family is the guy who needs eternal life the most, because he is old and frail and can no longer suppress the young guys below. But who knows that Berefa's situation is actually worse than him?
What's worse? Because not only is he almost the same age as Jacob, he was even tricked by that old and immortal guy when he poisoned his biological father and tried to seize family power, causing him to be seriously injured. Now,
Although he has recovered, he has left extremely serious sequelae, which has forced him to establish his authority through intrigues rather than force for many years. Everyone thinks that he has an insidious nature. Who knows that this is a helpless choice?<
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As long as you can obtain the power of immortality, and die once and then resurrect in a perfect posture, as the Countess just demonstrated, all the scars will disappear from your body. For this reason, even at the risk of deepening the injuries,
It is also urgent to force the Countess to hand over the Fang of Eternal Life.
Of course, it would be best for Her Excellency the "Silver Eyed Countess" to be wiser and not force himself to use force. In this case, for the sake of being from the same clan, he might consider giving the other party a decent way to die - as for why
She must die? Isn't the answer obvious? There is no need for two immortals in the world. The body of the first immortal must be used to fill the gaps in the joint files of the Order, so that the second immortal can escape from the Silver Mad Dog.
The minions are hidden in the back of history and become eternity.
What's more, the Silver-Eyed Countess fought fiercely with Wolfgang, one of the leaders of the Silver Moon, during the Dark Purge and died together. She was resurrected by the power of eternal life, but Wolfgang died completely. As the latter
Although Gundaruff, his elder brother, behaves very generously, the wolf's mind is not trustworthy. Everyone knows that he is only temporarily dormant and holding a grudge in his heart. If the death of the countess can make him calm down and relax his vigilance towards himself,
It’s the best of both worlds.
If she knew that her death would leave such a legacy for her people, the generous Countess would surely agree happily, right?
With this idea in mind, Borefa knocked on the door of the countess's room, casually said a few polite words that even he himself found funny, and then waited for the countess's response. Whether she agreed or refused would not change the answer.
What made him a little annoyed was that there was a dead silence. The closed room was like a huge beast swallowing up the breath and heartbeat. His voice did not evoke the slightest echo in it. In other words, he was ignored.<
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What a rude guy.
Does this count as the ancestor of the Valenhild family?
The self-consciously well-bred Burlefa looked gloomy and could not accept such contempt. He raised his hand again and knocked on the dim nanmu door. He thought to himself, if the Countess is still so arrogant and rude, I'm afraid she can't be blamed.
I did some things that were out of character.
At this moment, a low whistle came from his ears.
Berlefa turned his head subconsciously and saw a dazzling cold light flashing from his eyes. Followed by a fierce flash of light like a solar flare, which instantly scorched his eyes and made his pupils burn like needles.
Like, sending waves of severe pain to his mind. He looked ferocious for a moment, covering his eyes fiercely, scarlet blood dripping between his fingers, and the sharp and hoarse wail seemed to tear through the heart and lungs, which was terrifying. For
For vampires accustomed to the dark night environment, such strong light stimulation is no less painful than putting leeches in the swamp to roast in the sun, and more painful than the most brutal punishment in the Inquisition during the Middle Ages.
In this strong flash, a petite figure quietly appeared behind him, raising the dagger in his hand.