King's Landing

The Nerapsi Autonomous Government is a temporary institution established with Speaker Barutazar Zaharias as the core.

The Hungarian ghost tribe in the Thracian region of the "King of War" is the whole government.

And why the Huns, who are known for their brutality, would obey the orders of a foreign businessman, to a large extent, was because this businessman brought immeasurable benefits to the Huns, occupying the Karuana Dominion, and having a relationship with the "War King" The power of the domain" to contend.

But the interests cannot be balanced forever. When a third party intervenes, the strongest but most fragile balance will collapse instantly. Without Zaharias’ knowledge, the third party has quietly collapsed. appear.

"—Qing Zaharias, the agreed time has come."

A patriarch of the Hungarian ghost tribe visited Zaharias' mansion.

He was wearing the black combat uniform of the Huns. Behind him murderously, there are soldiers who wear the same black attire as him. In addition, there is also a black robe who can't distinguish between men and women. Mystery man.

"Oh, Zkor Dazuo. Come to visit so late, I don't know what's important?"

Sitting behind a luxurious desk, a bearded businessman with a leisurely look, squinted a pair of bright foxes, staring at the visitor and asked leisurely.

"I can't talk about important matters, I just borrowed something from the Speaker on behalf of the Hungarian ghost tribe."

"Borrow something? Da Zuo joked. Apart from some arms and ammunition, what is there that Da Zuo deserves a personal visit so late?"

"The body of the fourth true ancestor, hand over the "flaming night uncle" in your hand."

Zikor spoke solemnly, staring at Zacharias.

"So that was the case, but why do you want to do this now?"

Zaharias calmly accepted the threat, his seemingly sly eyes were narrowing into a line, watching everything with interest.

"The transaction between us has ended. Starting today, your post of speaker will be abolished. So as a final request, hand over the body, and we can let you go without a problem."

"The transaction is over? Oh? You have found a new owner? So, are you going to eat the master?"

Even if he guessed his ending, Zaharias was not afraid, but asked in a mockery of life and death.

"That's right, there is no need for something that has lost value."

There is no mercy on the sneer Zkor's face, the cruel race, only blood and madness.

The moment the voice fell, the former trade partner, arms dealer Zacharias, was blown half of his head.

"--Okay, the former speaker Zaharias has been sentenced, and now he is searching for "Yebo of Flames"."

Zikor commanded flatly to his subordinates, and the Hungarian ghosts in black attire were well-trained and scattered in the hall.

"Zaharias, I was very grateful to you. Thanks to the funds and weapons you provided, we, the Huns without any beasts, can compete with the "Warlord Domain". However, the situation has changed now. "

Looking at the cold body of Zacharias, Zkor said contemptuously.

Now, it is the age when the Huns have their own power and compete with the Empire of Night. They should be eliminated without the tools of value.

"Dazuo, the dolls have found it."

Soon, his men rushed to report, and Zkor immediately turned around, not looking at the cold corpse at all.

Zaharias possessed four bodies in total.Those were four girls with the same looks placed in the glass coffin.

"Number eight, number seven, number two...and number one?"

Standing in front of the coffin, Zikor looked at the four body faces and couldn't help showing successful smiles.

"Dazuo, please look over here."

The frowning Zikor looked in the direction pointed by his men. Behind the four coffins, there was a fifth figure hidden.

It is the same girl's posture, but has a very different appearance from the body.

"this is……?"

The figure enclosed in the ice crystal is just an ordinary human girl no matter how you look at it.

But why would human girls be placed together with the bodies?

Thinking about this, Zkor stretched out his hand to verify it, but at this moment, an angry scream sounded from the door.

"——Don't touch her!"

The voice is familiar, but it seems too young.

Everyone turned their eyes to the door, and a thin young man covered in blood stood at the entrance of the dark basement.

"Wh-!? You...this face is..."

Zkor's eyes widened in disbelief. Obviously, this young and excessive man had the same clothes and vocal cords as the Zaharias killed by him, and his appearance was somewhat similar.

Had it not been for the special circumstances, Zikor would even think that this was the illegitimate son of Zacharias.

"Ah, this. Really, if it is so severely damaged, you can only have a new facelift. Otherwise, if you use this stinky face to do business, you will be underestimated by the other party."

Touching his bloody face, the slender boy smiled bitterly.

"Vampire!? No, is it a blood follower——!"

Zkor finally realized the true identity of the other party. Zaharias is not an ordinary human being, he is a blood follower who is given immortal life by a vampire, and he can be resurrected when his head is blown. He is by no means a simple blood. The follower.

"Yes, Zkor Dazuo. But if I am known too much, I will be troubled."

"Damn it! Kill him for me!"

Realizing the threat, Zikor immediately ordered the shooting, but the boy stood there and smiled.

"Well, forget it. Since you have seen so much, it doesn't matter if you simply have more? No one can go out after the accident."

The golden wind blew from the entrance, and then, the empty basement was illuminated by the golden beasts.

It was a huge sacred sheep with a diamond body, and the terrifying wave of magic power shook the earth like an earthquake.

"This—this is...!? It turned out to be the number one beast!? Zaharias, don't you...!"

"Have you finally noticed? That's right. I am a blood follower of the Fourth True Ancestor."

Seeing Zkor who was stunned, the young Zaharias showed a grim smile.