Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Didn't you see the man show up and the blood of the Dark Night Castle get down on their knees?

I'm sure it's not easy!

Who gave you the confidence to question him?

Sean sighed deeply in his heart. If the other party hadn't hung up on an honorary leader and followed him out, he really wanted to leave this fool to die on his own.

Though your magic props are powerful, you will encounter the truly powerful, and these things will not be able to be relied upon.

He thought so, looking at Edward with some concern.

Sure enough, they don't look very good.

Sean had a snarl in his heart and hurried forward and said, "Sir, what's your name? Aug was just too worried about Her Royal Highness to say anything. ”

His posture is already very low.

Carefully, the other party will not relent.

But he thought a lot, and he just couldn't think of Edward's true psychology.

Edward: Too worried about Zhao? Who wants you to worry?

So his face got uglier.

Sean: “…”

Not very knowledgeable about your bloodline.

Gayler did, in time.

“This is our blood, His Majesty Edward. ”

- What? - What?

Sean almost threw the sword out of his hand.

The church people next door aren't much better either.

Standing in front of him, the bishop with a golden ribbon hanging from his white robe almost glared out his eyes.

Your Majesty?

When did the blood have His Majesty?

Their understanding of the bloodline also stays: immortal, wealthy, lazy, the great forces play their own… on these.

Why don't they keep quiet, Your Majesty?

The bishop, who must have faked his death, coughed softly and looked at Edward with a smile: “Why didn't you tell us about the great joy of the crowning of the kings of blood? We should congratulate. ”

Edward glanced at him, his lips slightly lifted and smiled.

“It's not coronation, I used to just sleep. ”

!

The bishop's mind flashed and finally knew who he was.

He had previously been caught in the inertial thinking of his own human race, hearing the emergence of kings by blood tribes, and his subconscious thought was a new lord.

Forget that the bloodline is an immortal race.

If they get bored and tired of living, they can sleep on their own.

Of course, how long you sleep depends on both you and your fate.

The king of the bloodline, fell asleep, called Edward...

The bishop, who had read the history of the bloodline, immediately numbered the man before him and one of the tyrants on record.

Bishop: “! ”

He's a bit of a bad guy.

He glanced at the head of the knight who was traveling with him, and there was no less shock between the colors of the other side than himself.

Apparently, he also guessed Edward's identity.

Only Aug, this silly white sweet, knows nothing, is playing calmly with his fingers... on the magic ring.

After knowing who he was, Sean decided to make a quick decision.

He took a step forward, politely speaking to Edward: "Your Highness, we are here to receive Her Royal Highness Princess Catherine. ”

He doesn't even want to know why Her Royal Highness is here.

It is imperative to return to Her Royal Highness as soon as possible before returning to the Empire to inform His Majesty of the resurrection of the blood tyrants from their sleep.

In his knowledge, it should all go well.

However, the Knight Commander of English martial arts is still too naive.