This time, Marquis Leyton finally understood why the black-robed pharaoh had the confidence to enter the werewolf camp alone. The other party had just reached less than five meters away from him before he sensed it, and he was as fast as lightning, evading his attack.
Attack.
Even the Marquis of Abloh, who was about the same strength as him, could be sensed by him when he was about ten meters away from him.
At this moment, in the blood camp, a scene similar to the one before the werewolf camp appeared.
Chen Mo relied on his high mobility and various power points in the camp to carry out all-round attacks. Soon, several vampires died tragically under Chen Mo's blade.
"My mistake, I originally thought that the black-robed pharaoh was the strongest, but I didn't expect that the two black-robed men he brought here were also very strong!" Marquis Leighton shrank.
But the next moment, Marquis Leighton only saw a flash of blue coming in front of his eyes. He hurriedly waved the long knife in his hand. The long knife was filled with poison from the blood descendant.
As long as he can attack the enemy, the poison will sweep through the enemy's body along the wounds. As long as he hits one blow, Marquis Leighton is confident that the opponent will definitely die.
The long knife in his hand traced a long and deep path.
However, Marquis Leighton suddenly felt uneasy in his heart. He reacted very quickly and quickly stopped his hand. A sharp spear flashed across. It turned out to be a long spear, which instantly knocked down his steel knife and scratched his wrist.
His hands were dripping with blood, making him break into a cold sweat.
If he had reacted slower just now, his palm would have been cut off.
Marquis Leyton took a deep breath, and the next moment, two dark spots appeared in his eyes.
Several blood descendants around saw the eyes of Marquis Leighton, and suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
In an instant, those vampires seemed to have been sucked away or something, and suddenly withered into skinny mummies.
"Fear is indeed the favorite thing of the evil eye." Marquis Leighton smacked his mouth, and suddenly he felt a sense of comfort flowing from the evil eye between his eyebrows to his limbs.
The next moment, Marquis Leighton's figure swelled and suddenly turned into a monster with strong bones, like the outline of a human skeleton, covered in scales like barbs.
Chen Mo just looked at the evil eye and felt as if something had been taken away from his body.
He possesses the [Tiger Flood Spiritual Current], which instinctively allows him to deal with most non-fatal injuries, and there are still dead corpses scattered here, providing a steady stream of energy for his [Blood Jade Armor].<
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But the moment he was stared at by that evil eye, Chen Mo felt as if his soul was about to be ripped out of his body!
The four blood-born marquises really don’t have a fuel-efficient lamp!
The ferocious aura and murderous aura formed into two solid colors of red and black, rushing towards him. Marquis Leighton once again raised the long knife in his hand and rushed towards Chen Mo.
Chen Mo turned around and left without thinking. The other party's methods were a bit strange, and the purpose of irritating Marquis Leighton had been achieved. There was no point in staying here.
After Chen Mo made such a fuss, the werewolves and vampires who were still at war actually stopped at the same time.
Because the two attacks today happened so fast and suddenly, everyone was plunged into confusion and suspicion at the same time.
Could it be that the undead clan wants to annex all vampires and werewolves?
But the problem is that now even the Pale Lord doesn’t know what the black-robed Pharaoh is doing, and everyone can’t figure out what’s going on.
......
At this moment, on the rooftop of Scarlet City.
Although he is a Duke, he is not wearing a heavy and gorgeous dress at this moment, but simply puts on a baggy gray pajamas.
Duke Bolton looked at the scene in the distance and frowned slightly.
He remembered the prophecy of the bronze mirror before.
According to his plan, everything is ready, but now the vampires are a little overwhelmed.
As long as the undead clan joins the battlefield and captures the Scarlet City, the ritual will begin and everything will be fine.
But the originally foolproof plan suddenly began to develop in an unknown direction.
But the ritual has been started, and Duke Bolton cannot leave here. He can only pray silently for everything to go well.
In his hand, he was holding an unattractive stone.
That is another condition for the opening of the ritual.
Rakshasa Stone.
However, even Duke Bolton was a little shocked when he first discovered the Rakshasa Stone. It had such an awesome name, but it was just an ordinary-looking stone.
No wonder some people say that they think the end of science is theology.
Such a stone eye can emit unimaginable energy.
At this moment, Duke Bolton has his eyes closed tightly, as if his mental strength is being pulled by something.
"The Lord who walks in the abyss and the present world,"
"The God of Blood and Chaos..."
"The great ruler..."
"Your humble servant, I offer you my blood and the power of chaos!"
"May your will walk in the world...as if it were in the devil's abyss!"
In an instant, the skin all over Duke Bolton's body split.
The scars are not cut with a knife, nor are they bitten by wild beasts, but like broken ice. They are also like broken mirrors. The whole person is like a fragile vase.
Blood-black liquid flowed from the cracked gap in his body.
However, under Duke Bolton's peeling skin, there are not flesh and blood internal organs, but a void.
The void of blood and darkness.
In the void of Duke Bolton's body, a human-shaped shadow slowly condensed.
This humanoid silhouette has bulging muscles all over its body, making it ferocious and terrifying. It is covered with scarlet eyes that blink and glow with a terrifying and strange red light in the dark night.
Its body is covered with weird black spikes, and the spikes are covered with ugly and weird runes.
But underneath the spikes, there was a strange, scalp-numbing forest-white flame burning.
These flames look eerie and cold. If you look closely, you will see faces wailing and twisting inside the flames.
And that shadow seems to be gradually solidifying...
......
At this moment, the human camp.
"You know how to enchant?" Chen Mo looked at Yuting opposite in shock, but now Chen Mo had put on his mask again to cover his face.
He didn't believe that the other party could remember his appearance just based on the brief contact.
At this time, Yu Ting's injuries have healed. To the righteous players, Yu Ting has not hidden his identity as [Tiangang Disha].
Moreover, judging from the strength of the opponent, it must be at least a level 4 player, no, it may even be a level 5 player.
Of course, this is entirely because Yu Ting doesn't know how many vampires and undead Chen Mo has killed and how many attribute points he has increased.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that players above level 6 will enter a new stage and will not be matched with players below level 6, Yuting even feels that the opponent may be level 6.
And...
Yu Ting glanced at the black-robed Pharaoh who was staying behind. She didn't notice it just now.
Yu Tingxin asked, who is this guy and how can he control the puppets? Is he from the [Queen Ant]?