Monarch of Evernight

The Blood River is a source of blood power, but from sometime onwards it seemed as if in a millennium of slow silence, especially after the rise of mankind, even the awakening of the native species could no longer touch the holy river.

This is an extremely dangerous signal that if the Holy River were to fall asleep, the power of the entire bloodline would slowly decline. While the power of the superior bloodlines is temporarily invisible, a very few core figures have noticed some traces, such as Lilith, Queen of the Night, sleeping longer and longer.

Habs succeeded in igniting the bloodstain of the crown of fire, shaking the entire dark world. The wave of excitement has just begun, not only among the blood clans, but also in the council at night, but at such delicate moments, the Blood River has been activated again.

The Holy River is no longer silent and is a good thing for the entire bloodline. And recognized by the Blood River, according to past precedents, there will be at least one Grand Duke in the future. For the Spikes, however, there was also a risk that it would be even worse if the person had come from a hostile clan.

That's what Habs meant by good and bad.

Some astute people have also noticed that even the Dukes have no sense of the Holy River resonance this time, only Prince Hubbs has sensation and does not know the identity of the other party, which would have been impossible, who is that person?

At this moment, a lot of people thought of a name, Edward of the Paz clan. If anyone in the blood clan today is most likely to be recognized by the Blood River, only the Son who inherited the blood of the Queen of the Night. But that powerful family, which had held the position of First Clan firmly for 10,000 years, would not be a good thing for the rest of the clan if another Grand Duke were to emerge.

As more and more people think about it, the hall becomes silent.

At this point, Hubbs spoke again, and the low voice struck directly on the nucleus of each blood family like a bell ringing, "Gentlemen, whoever is recognized by the Holy River means that it is recovering, and this is good news for the whole of the Holy Blood community. We have no reason to fear, no matter which clan that person comes from! ”

Prince Hubbs has always been a gentle, low-key witness, but tonight, in his slightly magnetic, low-pitched voice, he shook the blood of every bloodline present, and everyone looked at him slowly and incredibly hot.

A duke rushed out, walking down the steps of the throne, kneeling on one knee, touching his chest with his hands, lowering his head deeply, "Your Highness, the blood of Drumma is ready to drive you! ”

The blood tribes in the lobby were shocked, which was the highest courtesy to the Dark Lord. Even if the Duke wanted to express his submissiveness, he was a little over the top.

Hubbs on the throne was calm and sudden!

Eligible to participate in this banquet are the upper echelons of the Spike and Allied clans, as well as the leaders of individual protégés and sub-clans. Seeing this scene, many immediately realized that the young prince, who has been stuck to this day, is going to show off from tonight.

And individually, after thousands of years of blood elders quietly came up with more obscure thoughts, Prince Habs accepted such courtesies, whether his potential had not yet reached its end, in the most exaggerated imagination, perhaps the crown of fire could expect a dark king like never before! This idea is enough to bring them back to the boil of cold blood when their years are gone.

When the crowd dispersed, Habs sat alone on the throne for a while, and the shadow flashed, disappearing from its place, and the next moment appeared in the air of the clan castle.

The heavenly dome of the Twilight Continent has an extremely elegant colour, the night falls, the border with the Continent is not black, but is filled with dark purple of dark blue and gold, the moon rises from the center, dragging out the speckled tail light, slowly to the sky.

Hubbs stood still and cast his gaze into the void 10,000 miles away. In resonance with the Holy River, his insight perceived a sudden jump to the next level. In a short time, he found that there was only one phantom left in his consciousness of the fuzzy sensation of the first-line dark wildfire.

That dark raw fire was the old wound he left for Imperial Marshal Lin Xitang, but this unusual sensation was not the healing of Lin Xitang's wound, otherwise it would not leave a phantom projection. Lin Xitang now has a hierarchical gap with him. The only thing that can hide from Hubbs' consciousness is the great diffractive astronomical technique that can be fully implemented.

At that moment, Habs touched the vast power that blocked his perception, the impenetrable power that could almost draw the stars, the uncertain planet that even the Dark Lord could not overcome.

What exactly did Lin Xitang do?

Habs suddenly felt an ominous omen when he remembered the ongoing war in the Land of Everlasting Night. Whatever the Empire had calculated for the Everlasting Night Council, it was probably too late to recover, because the horrific force that blocked his perception had taken shape.

In the void outside the land of eternal night, a large group of force storms covered a thousand miles of airspace, and Medanzo, King of Lightless, looked away unconsciously. It was this distracted kung fu that suddenly appeared in front of him a thin starlight, not knowing how far it came from, frowning directly.

Medanzo's face changed dramatically, and her surroundings were bloody, flashing through the stars. The starlight has a terrible power, so easily it pierces the blood of Medanzo, passing by, the blood mass extinguished, opening a huge void in a vast cloud of blood.

These are the most inherent forces of Medanzo, and once lost, they are difficult to recover and can only be cultivated later. However, precisely because it is the power of Medanzo, can it be done simply to extinguish blood?

The starlight almost passed with Medanzo, leaving a burnt hole in his tuxedo dress. Medanzo looked terribly ugly, he seemed unharmed, and the real loss was actually on the blood of the extinct.

Across from Medanzo, the finger king with long eyebrows stepped out of the void and smiled: “Medanzo, you can't help but be too proud of the fact that you are still distracted against this king. That was enough for you to go back to practice for 10 years. ”

“The sudden resurgence of the Blood River has only temporarily disillusioned me," said Medanzo, not angrily. “This means that some of our descendants of Holy Blood have gained the power of the Holy River, and at least a new Grand Duke, the Prince, will emerge. Finger old man, are you still happy about this cheap little thing? ”

The face of the polar king is slightly clouded, and if it is true, as Medanzo said, it is not as simple as an extra Grand Duke of the blood clan. In all the dark races, it can be argued that blood is the natural enemy of mankind, because the lower tribes of blood and blood slaves feed on humans, whereas there is no natural hostile relationship between humans and the other three dark races.

The silence of the Blood River may be mere speculation, and the Council of Everlasting Nights may be aware of the inner circle and the strength of the Holy Mountains, even less of the Dawn camp. However, in just one year, the two resonances of the Blood River are really in front of the eyes. The source of blood power is so active, it is a reason with the empire Zhongxing talent, which will definitely bring about the comprehensive improvement of blood strength.

However, Ho Shu, the polar king, immediately set aside his worries, and smiled softly: "Blood River is a future matter. If I can send you back to sleep for three or five hundred years now, it will suffice. ”

Medanzo froze, coldly: “If you want me to sleep, you have to have that skill! ”

Vacant air warfare resumed, and over the castle of Camp Everlasting Night, Zhao Jundu and Li Manlan's confrontation reached a point where they could not stand each other. Zhao Jundu's breath had taken a killing heart, when Li Fenlan suddenly said: “Let's go down together, I'll go after you. ”

“Fine.” Zhao Jundu naturally responded without hesitation.

Li Fenlan's cold moon cage sand glow was soaring. He was about to rush into the ruins. Suddenly the smell of the turbulence below changed. A ray of dark golden light penetrated through the heavy ruins, directly into the void, and corresponded remotely to the smell of the bloody river in the underwater.

Li Fenlan responded quickly enough and instantly stopped the castration. The dark golden light almost flashed over his forehead, cutting several pieces silently.

It was Li who experienced the big wind wave, and the instant one was also sweating cold. All of a sudden, he couldn't even tell what that dark golden light was.

Zhao Jundu's face changed slightly, and the appearance of the dark golden light showed no signs. He didn't feel a thing, nor could he see the nature of it. Zhao Jundu glanced at Li Manlan, crossed him and jumped into the ruins.

Li Fenlan's face was heavy and he also jumped with Zhao Jundu. There is a good chance that unusual strong people will emerge beneath the ruins. At this moment, both sides temporarily put aside their personal strife and family grudges, and go down to see if they understand.

At this moment deep in the ruins, the consciousness of the thousand nights has just withdrawn from the long river of blood, with countless memory fragments in mind, still a little dizzy for a moment.

This is not the same as the last time we saw the Blood River through the Book of Darkness, and the content of those fragments is inherited from the bloodline. Yet many of them are inconsistent with the common sense known for thousands of nights, and a mysterious message attracted his particular attention.

Of the myriad colors of bright red, like blood droplets of inherited knowledge, only this drop is deep dark golden, touching the consciousness of the thousand nights. This inheritance is instantly transformed into a piece of information that merges.

This is an ancient hierarchical system of blood, completely different from the existing system known for thousands of nights. In this system, for example, the blood of burning gold is the hallmark of the Viscount phase. To have the blood of burning gold is to be a true blood nobleman. If not, even if the blood meets the Viscount's standards, you cannot step into the door of true superiority.

As for the Count, it is necessary to convert the whole body of blood into burning gold blood in order to get started, and to achieve the Marquis, it is necessary to complete the initial crystallization of the blood nucleus.

The system can be much higher than the currently known blood class system, with particular emphasis on differences in blood gas quality. According to its division, most of the Viscounts of blood seen in the thousands of nights past are not even aristocrats and can only be said to be outbursts of empty power.

But even according to this hierarchy, after drawing the blood of the demons, the thousand nights have become second class villains, just one step away from first class villains.

It is not unusual that a drop of the blood of the Earl of the Devil should bring him closer to crossing a full rank. Thousands of nights have never killed such high ranking demons before, and I don't know if this is just a coincidence or if the demonic sperm blood has a major effect on the blood family.

If the latter is the case, then the relationship between blood and demon can be interesting and will never be as simple as it seems.