Monarch of Evernight

King Aoyagi has fallen?

The blood nucleus of the night eyes suddenly accelerated, and the face of the thousand nights was heavy, drinking: “How dare you assert that the Great King is falling? If you don't tell the truth by this time, I think you're impatient! ”

The Marquis of the Devil shouted, "I'm not lying! I swear to God, I'm not lying! I am famous for my name, Jerusen, and the Duke of Advancement, and I am entitled to all kinds of secrets! The King of the Qing Dynasty did fall, as my blood elder himself said. ”

Thousand Nights slowly said: “If you are a demonic name gate, you should know that there is also a secret connection between the superiors of the blood clan. Why doesn't the blood clan know about such things?

“This...” the Demonic Marquis turned his eyes and said: “I know a little bit about it. If I tell you, will you let me go and not kill me? ”

“Say it! ”

The Marquis was afraid to bargain, "I heard that the blood nucleus of King Qing is still intact... cough, so the secret ties of the blood clan have not been completely broken, maybe that's why. ”

Night's eyes suddenly swayed and then bit his teeth: "Ask him who killed Renault.” The role of the Demons in this matter is self-evident in the details of asserting Renault's life and death and of bleeding nuclear integrity.

The Marquis did not wait a thousand nights to inquire and hurried: "Heard it was the flame of eternal flame and His Majesty Palocchia, who brought the blessings of darkness at the same time. ”

Night's eye just shook his head, "I know what Renault's capable of! They're the only ones who can't get Renault. Reynolds is... he died for us. ”

The battle at the rank of the great monarch had gone beyond the cognitive scope of the moment of the thousand nights, and I didn't know how to comfort the eyes of the night. I had to reach over and touch her hair.

Night Eyes set his mind and said: "It seems that the demons are ready to start a full-scale war, that is, they do not know why they should do so at this time. ”

Thousand Nights wanted an extra layer and asked, "How many blood pools are you planning to collect this time? What clans are involved? ”

“Other unclear tasks assigned to us Jerusen are fourteen, of which there seem to be three against the ancient clans.” The Marquis is honest.

Night eyes and a thousand nights look at each other.

It is not yet known whether this parliamentary task is a demonic fake public and private decision or a genuine parliamentary decision. But even at a minimum, in case you use only the Seven Famous Demon Gate Leaders, I'm afraid the number of blood pools to be seized will exceed a hundred.

Although the blood world is vast, even the Mora family's hierarchical blood pool counts, and there are not many real ancient blood pools. The demons seized hundreds of blood pools at a time, and if they did not make up half of the entire blood family, almost a third would have done so.

Blood pools are a real strategic resource for the bloodline. Blood pools are needed for those with strong blood families whose life spans will end. Blood pools are needed to recover after awakening. Blood pools are also needed to raise the natural blood veins of young descendants.

Blood pools take time to accumulate, and it often takes hundreds of years for many pools to accumulate enough blood to allow the Marquis to sleep. That's what old blood pools mean. If there is no blood pool, it is equivalent to people losing their food and breaking the roots of the entire clan.

In terms of the scale of the collection of ancient blood pools, this is a full-scale war.

Seeing nothing more to ask, Night Eyes hummed, waved his hand up, a dark golden blade cut the Marquis in half.

A thousand nights frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Night Eyes knew what he thought and said: "In the eyes of the blood tribe, the punishment of fire, like the feast of blood in the eyes of the people, is absolutely intolerable shame and provocation. All the ancient clans will declare war on Jerusen simply because of what they have done here. ”

Touched the head of the night eyes for a thousand nights, still didn't speak, just as she came to the ancient castle square. Many young women of blood are crying here, and several young Barons of blood are surrounded by an old man. Little half of the old man's body has been burned and sits next to a stone column, very weak.

When Night Eyes and Thousand Nights appeared, the old Marquis Mora struggled to climb up, kneeling on one knee, and said: "Thank you both for your help. I can't do this anymore, but these kids have a future, and they will give you eternal loyalty! Our Mora family inherited 2,000 years of land, castles and blood pools and are ready to give them to you! Please only keep the Mora bloodstream. ”

That's what I want to be. Night's eye and a thousand nights of sympathy.

Night Eyes slowed down: “Where is Carton's owner? ”

"Carton is now headed by the Grand Duke of Ronnie Conton, and the Presbyterian Council is made up of four dukes and a prince," said the old Marquis Mora. It's just that the old prince has been asleep for 300 years and has never lit a mark. Grand Duke Ronnie Conton is often asleep and wakes up every three years. ”

Heard here, even a thousand nights frowned.

The Cartons, one of the twelve ancient clans, had already faded to this point.

The sleep of the blood clan is divided into two situations, one of which is to wake up on its own, like the closure of the demons, mainly to communicate with the Holy River and enhance its strength. The other would require external awakening and would consume a lot of resources in order to reduce activity and sustain strength.

Carton, the prince who slept for 300 years, was at the end of his life, even if he could be awakened. And this uncrowned prince can't be much better than the Grand Duke of the Full Age. Grand Duke Ronnie Conton sounds like he can wake up on his own, but it's obvious that this isn't about strength, it's about going downhill.

“Carton's theoretical strength is long gone, but the clans in the top ranking have been helping them, and their traditional territories have been protected," Night Eye said. This is because the bloodstain belonging to the Carton bloodline is most easily felt and ignited. ”

In that case, a thousand nights will understand.

Half of the Blood River is already bleak, and protecting Carton is tantamount to preserving a path to the Blood River Mark for the Blood Nation as a whole, which is why the Twelve Ancient Clans never cut off their inheritance, even if there is an infighting.

Perhaps one day, another talented young man from the Carton clan, once again igniting the mark, will lead the entire Carton clan back to the glory of the past, just like Habs.

There was speculation in the heart of the thousand nights, and he slowed down: “Is it true that the demons are targeting three ancient clans in order to break the three inheritance paths of the blood clan? ”

“Maybe.”

How could Lilith, Queen of the Night, be ignored as the supreme king of the bloodline? And let the programme of action be adopted by Parliament? This is totally irrational. The werewolves must be happy to see what happens. The spider demons are mostly irrelevant, but what about the bloodline giants?

Thousands of nights came to mind, as did Night Eyes, and she said, "We should go to the Paz clan once, and what happens here must be known to her. ”

“Okay.” Thousand Nights had a strange attitude towards Lilith, and she seemed to lack the minimum respect for the Queen of Nights.

Night's Eyes turned back and said to Old Mora: "Gather all your promising direct descendants. ”

The old Marquis struggled to keep his word, and a moment later, a total of eleven young blood clans knelt in front of his eyes. They have men and women, the highest is the Viscount, and the youngest is only a jazz.

Night-eyed blood condensed into a map in the air, saying, "From now on, you are my subordinates. Take the pool of blood and all the blood from it, and seek refuge in it, and repair the castle there, and await the command of the next step. Get ready now. ”

Eleven young blood clans did not move, but knelt on the ground, each slit his wrist, sprinkled blood on a blood sucking blade and swore allegiance to his night eyes.

The whole ceremony was brief and sombre, until the ceremony was completed, when the immediate descendants of the Mora family rose up and left to relocate blood pools and other precious resources.

The old Marquis Mora had feelings and sorrows in his eyes and said slowly: “From now on, there will be no Mora family. But our bloodline was inherited under Your Majesty's wing, finally relieving me of some of my sins. ”

The old Marquis sat down slowly, his eyes drooped low, and his life dissipated.

In the aftermath of night vision treatment, Thousand Nights walked freely in the ancient castle, watching. There are signs of intense fighting in many parts of the castle, and many of the corpses of the bloodline have yet to be cleaned up. Some of the bodies were miserable and apparently subjected to a number of abuses and insults prior to their death.

This is not a battle, but a unilateral massacre. The Mora are not strong and have little resistance in front of the overwhelming parliamentary forces. Of course, it is also important that the demons come in the name of parliament and enter the castle directly, rendering all defence installations ineffective.

The host of the operation, the Marquis of Demonic Descent, although moderate, was clearly not his deputy. Thousand Nights just learned that the deputy, who had died under Night Eyes, was a werewolf. Therefore, no matter the angle, in the face of the Morton family's resistance, the Marquis of the Devil will not restrain his subordinates.

There are also corpses of many parliamentary warriors, not all of them demons, but also spider demons and werewolves. Fire racks are not only available in the main square, but also in the small square behind them.

Parliamentary fighters in the castle have been slashed clean by angry night eyes, while the surviving blood clans extinguished the flames under the fire and removed the bodies of the people from the shelves.

Suddenly, the night stopped and his eyes fell on a slender corpse. It was a little girl of blood who had not even grown up as an adult. Her white little face was already very pretty, but now all five officials were distorted by extreme pain. Her eyes were empty and her eyes were torn at the corners, and her silent moaning expression solidified.

Perhaps for too small a reason, half her body had been burned, but her pretty little face was clean and spotless, and the residual magic showed that a demonic strongman had deliberately protected her face. This is obviously not about compassion, but about a clearer look at the pain of the little girl before her death.

A few more half-cooked bodies were moved over, placed on the ground and covered with scarlet cloth.

A thousand nights suddenly fought a cold war. He was almost immersed in the pain of that little blood girl. Her face solidified at the most painful moment, making the thousand nights almost feel that the flames were burning on her.

He sighed heavily at night and understood that this was war, and that was hatred that had lasted for thousands of years. Fighting within the Dark Race is no worse than camp warfare between the Empires.

Surviving blood tribes, some sad, some numb, some crying in silence.

Look at those faces, those expressions, all of a sudden a little trance, as if I'd seen them a long time ago somewhere. He had not witnessed the blood feast of the people for a long time, but the hearings of the continent at the bottom of the night were still firmly engraved in his mind, and even though those faces were blurred, those pain and despair were still hovering in his memory.

Until this moment, he suddenly discovered that these ethnic tragedies overlapped in front of him. They are not very different from their people at hand, and when the tragic fate arrives, the response is similar to that of ordinary people.

Not every Dark Race is a natural warrior, even a perennial species, will be old, vulnerable, and will suffer from loss of kin.

Because of its nuclear body, the mood of the surrounding blood clan can be hidden at night. This is the natural advantage of the superior over the inferior, but at this moment, the thousand nights are inundated by the grief around them.