Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, a week has passed...
The blood clan camp outside Sarajevo was extremely busy at this time. Countless blood knights were moving quickly, skillfully putting the harvested flesh and blood corpses into the blood furnace like machines. More than twenty blood furnaces were operating at full capacity, and the blood was steaming.
, the scene was tense and noisy, and red blood could be seen everywhere, lingering like a shadow...
A gust of autumn wind passed over the vast land, and Sarajevo under the dark curtain was full of desolation. Sadness and cruelty were mixed and blown away by the wind...
Over Sarajevo...
Bismarck and Patton floated quietly, moving randomly above the city. They were overlooking their masterpieces, and at the same time, they were chatting.
"We are almost clearing out the blood servants here." Bismarck said.
"Almost!" Barton said lightly, he was in a good mood. Looking down from the air at this time, the entire city of Sarajevo was full of ruins, but the streets were somewhat empty, and most of the blood servants that had been so dense like a tide had disappeared.
Gone are the corpses and coagulated blood that can be seen everywhere. Occasionally there are sporadic blood servants, but they are no longer noticeable.
"How's the harvest?" Bismarck smiled.
"The harvest is huge! The total amount of blood and essence exceeds one hundred and fifty years!" Barton replied, with a hint of excitement in his tone.
"Don't forget my share," Bismarck reminded.
"Don't worry!" Barton was a little impatient. He thought he was very trustworthy. Then he pointed to a place in the city and asked: "When are you going to deal with that monster? It's been there for so long.
, it’s disgusting to watch every day.”
Where Barton pointed, a giant flesh puppet with a height of more than thirty meters, like a giant ball of flesh, slowly wandered through the ruined city. Wherever the monster passed, the buildings were destroyed.
Crushed into powder. This giant monster is the same flesh and blood monster that Allen injured earlier. But at this time, this monster has obviously devoured more flesh and blood. There are more than a dozen big heads growing on the huge meat ball.
, at the same time, countless arms and thighs stretched out from the flesh ball, too many to count at a glance. The monster’s flesh and blood was squirming ferociously, dripping with blood, and the scene was extremely disgusting and terrifying!
"Let's leave it to the last step," Bismarck said easily.
"You really have a bad taste..." Barton curled his lips.
"Haha! Don't you think that this monster looks like this because it has some kind of bloodline ability?" Bismarck said with a smile.
"It's also a disgusting bloodline ability!" Barton was very disdainful.
"The essence and blood refined by that monster belong to me."
"Whatever you want." Patton didn't care, but added, "Just divide the total amount equally." Then, Patton narrowed his eyes slightly and unconsciously looked at the cabin that Bismarck had searched previously.
In fact, in the past few days, Patton has glanced over there from time to time, or occasionally just passed by, looking around, but he found nothing every time. However, Patton always felt that Bismarck was a mysterious person.
That guy must have found something valuable to stay there for a long time.
"I have already said that I found a very interesting little guy before, but I lost him." Bismarck was naturally aware of Patton's reaction. He has the ability to read the voice of Patton. What Patton was thinking, he
Everything was clear. Now even Bismarck felt that Patton was a little stubborn. He didn't expect that his every word and action would have such a profound impact on him.
Bismarck couldn't help but secretly feel a little funny. However, he would definitely not reveal his true abilities, nor would he tell Patton the special characteristics of the person he was paying attention to. Let him guess at will, and it would be quite interesting to observe Patton guessing.
thing.
Bismarck secretly thought to himself, even I have lost track of him. Even if the little guy is not dead, how can you find him hiding among the ruins?
...
Inside Rose Castle, outside the Blood Pool Hall...
One carriage after another dragged huge round wooden barrels filled with blood. The carriages swayed all the way into Rose Castle and outside the blood pool hall.
Carried by countless blood knights, the barrels were poured one after another into the pools on the thirteen branches extending from the blood pool hall. The blood followed these branch channels and flowed into the central blood pool in the blood pool hall.
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Butler Thomas stood silently outside the door of the Blood Pool Hall, his eyes staring at the giant iron door made of thick fine iron. The iron door was as black as ink and was tightly closed.
Thomas didn't say a word and just stood there. His figure was a little stooped and his face was very pale. Apparently, not long ago, the 10,000-fold gravity exerted by Queen Catherine on him caused all the bones in his body to break.
, the body was seriously injured. Now, he can't even straighten his waist, which makes people feel a little sad.
"Thomas..." An old man walked over from the side. Seeing Thomas here, he greeted him. This man was a marquis.
"Where did you get so much blood?" Thomas was silent for a moment and then slowly said, his tone a little heavy.
"Sigh... who else could it be? Of course it's a human vassal family under our clan." The old man sighed, and then said: "Isn't it me who has always been in charge of the human vassal family?..."
"You...I don't believe they can pay such a large amount of blood!"
"I...there's nothing I can do about it!..."
"Tell me...how many people have died..."
"Seven...seven or eight human families disappeared forever..."
"You! You are killing the goose that lays the goose to lay eggs!" Thomas heard this and yelled angrily: "If this continues, which family in the human race will dare to submit to my family in the future!?"
"Oh! I...there's nothing I can do about it!" the old man said helplessly, his voice very painful.
Thomas was silent. He looked up helplessly, looking at the sky with rolling black clouds. The black screen...
Thomas was also present at the last meeting in the meeting hall, so he had already anticipated what would happen today. On that day, he remained silent throughout the whole process because he knew that he was powerless and could not change any of the Queen's decisions.
Thomas felt very sad at this time, as he would eventually fail His Highness Charlemagne's instructions.
In fact, it's not just Thomas. What Queen Catherine has done since her awakening and return has made the senior members of the Rose Clan feel terrified and uneasy, like a dark curtain in the sky, extremely depressing.
"It is said that Barton massacred the city of Sarajevo..." the old man interrupted, and then said: "The last time Her Royal Highness traveled, she fought with people from the Holy Light Church..."
"We must be prepared. The Ottoman Empire will definitely retaliate. If the Holy Roman Empire intervenes again at this time, we may have to face attacks from two major human empires at the same time..." Thomas said sadly.
"The guys from the Mandala clan only take pleasure in their misfortunes..."
"Her Royal Highness the Queen is going to challenge His Royal Highness Peter of the Thorn Clan at this moment..."