Dongdongdong, a dull and urgent knock on the door came from outside. Duke Bolton threw the wine cup to the ground in annoyance, and the scarlet wine and dark green fragments shattered on the ground.
Duke Bolton already knew what had happened. At this moment, he was standing by the window, wearing brocade clothes and two short muskets on his waist.
In fact, under the rule of the Vampire Clan for so many years, the brave and capable warriors of the past have become a bunch of losers.
Humans can sink into dopamine chips, and vampires with slightly lower IQs than humans are naturally bound to suffer such an end.
Of course, the truth is that the Vampires were not that brave and good at fighting back then. In fact, when the Vampires took over the entire continent, it had a very dramatic beginning and a very hasty ending.
Duke Bolton attacked the human base camp on a whim and killed Emperor Virgil. The human race was leaderless and was captured by the vampires in a wave.
The vampires paid no price at all.
If the human race had really fought back with all its strength, it was not certain who would win or lose. However, the inexplicable death of Emperor Virgil set a strange tone for the entire war.
Only a few people know the truth of the incident, including the person involved, Duke Bolton.
Duke Bolton stood in front of the luxurious floor-to-ceiling window. The failure of the war was inevitable. Bolton had even guessed that the other party would be in such a hurry.
He stood calmly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. The clouds outside the window slowly drifted by, revealing a crimson full moon.
The blood-like moonlight poured through the window onto Duke Bolton's body, coating him with a hazy crimson color.
On the outer wall of the scarlet castle, there are countless runes engraved on it. The runes flicker brightly and dimly, seemingly without any rules, but they seem to follow some kind of rules.
Looking out from the Scarlet Castle, what you see is not the streets of the Scarlet City, but a soft light.
This castle is located in a folded demi-plane, which was specially designed by Emperor Virgil so that he could concentrate on painting. Also with the help of this demi-plane, people from outside cannot peek into the situation inside the castle. Duke Bolton looked blank, and orders were passed out from the room one after another. In order to quickly recruit troops, next year's military pay was distributed in advance, and military merits and achievements were also given out like cabbage to calm the morale of the military.
As a senior executive, the first thing you must learn is to draw the pie.
But in fact, their blood family's inventory has long been depleted. If they win this battle, they will have the opportunity to enjoy a happy financial crisis. If they don't have to consider the financial crisis, then the country will definitely be defeated. p>
Of course, it is not that fast to gather an entire army in a vast land.
The vampire army is scattered in various parts of the continent, and it will take some time to assemble.
The troops to the west of the Scarlet City became the first to resist the werewolf army.
However, this so-called 30,000-strong army was not vulnerable to a single blow and instantly collapsed under the impact of the werewolves. Marquis Leighton could only keep urging his direct troops to catch these defeated soldiers one by one. The heinous crime was
Di Zhengfa, while the others continue to follow him. The battle is not over yet, even if they are cannon fodder without fighting spirit, one more is enough.
In fact, among the entire vampire race, the one who knows the direction of this war best, and has even anticipated the outcome of the war, is naturally Duke Bolton.
After issuing the last order to assemble, Duke Bolton sat on a gorgeous wooden chair and slowly closed his eyes.
......
He had a dream, or rather, it was not a dream, but he recalled an event from the past.
It was a dark room, or to be more precise, it was in the palace of Virgil the Great.
He was hung on a metal cross, and four huge iron nails penetrated the palms of his left and right hands and the soles of his two crossed feet.
The gurgling blood flows down the cross like a stream and pours into the grooves already carved on the ground.
And Emperor Virgil was sitting in front of him, holding a paintbrush in his right hand. His face was calm, but his body exuded an aura of trembling fear.
He painted quietly like this, "In this world, even the powerful nobles must succumb to faith. God is the master of all things, faith is the foundation of everything, and all glory belongs to God and to me." Emperor Virgil smiled evilly. While he was drawing, he smiled at Duke Bolton, who was already violent. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in cannibalism. As a god, he must have the ethics of a god. Killing is the only thing in this world."
The most boring thing. I don’t like killing, I only like trading.”
Duke Bolton's eyes were wandering, and he did not dare to look at the person in front of him. He felt an indescribable pressure from the other person.
"Trading, I, I have nothing to trade."
Yes.
Now that Duke Bolton has become the prisoner of the other party, what can he use to make a deal?
It's not that Duke Bolton has nothing, but that in his opinion, he has no value to Emperor Virgil.
But Emperor Virgil said with a calm expression: "Your love, family affection, life span, wealth, and luck can all be traded."
"Even...even your soul can..."
Duke Bolton's face twitched hard, his spirit, his soul...
Emperor Virgil put down the brush in his hand and said in a contagious voice, "I can give you many things, life, power, money, women, how about it?"
Duke Bolton didn't understand why Emperor Virgil in front of him wanted to discuss with him, since he could crush him to death with one hand.
He did not dare to look into the eyes of Emperor Virgil. Those eyes were mysterious, powerful, and evil, and seemed to have the ability to see through people's hearts.
"I can give you everything you want, provided you obey my arrangements."
Duke Bolton seemed to have no choice, he nodded slowly.
But in the next moment, Emperor Virgil turned his fingers into blades and stabbed the painting he had just completed with force.
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He penetrated the mouth, throat, eyes, forehead, hands of Duke Bolton in the portrait, as well as the background position where there was no portrait.
A deep red liquid that felt cold and slippery flowed out of the painting.
Duke Bolton screamed in pain, as if his soul was tingling and trembling with the fingers of Virgil the Great.
The movements of Emperor Virgil's hands did not stop because of Duke Bolton's scream.
However, at this moment, something strange happened.
The Duke of Bolton actually broke free from the shackles on the cross, and the red blood surrounding him turned into a bloody blade.
Duke Bolton didn't know whether he should make this deal or not. He only knew that he was not willing to hand over his soul.
The slender scarlet blood blade instantly struck Emperor Virgil on the shoulder, but Emperor Virgil showed no expression.
Duke Bolton drew out the bloody blade and struck again!
Knife after knife, the bloody blade pierced the skin and penetrated the bones.
But there is no white color representing bones in the picture, only a patch of red representing blood.
Emperor Virgil's calm face suddenly showed a smile. No matter how much the bloody blade kept piercing his body, he seemed as if he would never die. The bright red blood seeped out from his body, seeped out... seeped out in large amounts, like
...It’s like the dam has burst!
The bright red liquid burst from Emperor Virgil's body, like an unstoppable torrent, flooding the whole room.
Duke Bolton felt as if he was immersed in sea water, and the strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
As a vampire, he should be happy to face so much blood, but Duke Bolton felt cold all over in this sea of blood, as if the whole world was only left with this bubbling red sea.
……
Duke Bolton's consciousness gradually disappeared, and he finally realized that it was not that he had seized the opportunity to make a sneak attack, but that Emperor Virgil had deliberately given him the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
"If you kill me, I will leave all my years of karma to you, hahahaha." Emperor Virgil laughed wildly, "My debt has been paid."
As soon as the words fell, blood flooded everything.