Demon King

　　 The moonlight in the middle of the night is like water, sprinkling all over the high rock plain, and the king is bathed in the moonlight, exuding gleaming silver.

In the four wilderness areas in the southeast and northwest of Lasses, there are four huge magic circles. Each circle has eight pale-faced magicians silently reciting exactly the same spells, and the pupils of their eyes are like molten gold. colour.

　　 are all blood barons, and they are all magicians!

　　 At the top of the Severn Bell Tower in the Noble Quarter, the landmark of Lasses, Sistine silently overlooks the sleeping city under his feet, his black robe hunting and dancing in the wind, like a flag erected.

　　Sistine glanced at his pocket watch, took out a blood ruby, and gently crushed it. The blood red powder fell from the gap between the fingers and melted in the wind.

　　 This seemed to be a signal. At the same time, four huge magic circles lit up with blood-red rays, and all thirty-two blood magicians also finished their last spell at the same time.

　　The dark clouds began to converge, the moon was blocked, and the moonlight gradually narrowed on the ground, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only endless darkness.

　　 The dense fog permeated the city of Lasses, and you couldn't see your fingers. The streets and alleys were all spared. Looking at the royal capital from a distance, the whole city was like a giant fog ball, and the outline of the houses was invisible.

　　 In the palace in the center of the royal capital, the meditating court mages suddenly opened their eyes, and shouted, "What a strong magic wave!"

　　Dangdang, the warning bell from the palace echoed throughout the city. Everyone was awakened by the bell that used the "amplification technique".

Sistine turned into a group of bats and melted into the thick fog. At the same time, in every corner of Lassex, the Grommans who had been lurking for a long time showed their fangs, and rushed to the noble district in an orderly manner, and some rushed to various places. The manor of the marquis.

　　 The number of blood races is about three to four hundred. This is the Glory family coming out of the nest.

　　……

　　Fita Viscount is a celebrity in the aristocratic circle. He holds an important position and lives in the aristocratic district.

　　 When he was awakened by the bell, Viscount Fita put on his clothes and complained dissatisfied: "The watchman of the bell tower should be sent to the gallows."

Viscount Feta put on tortoiseshell gold rim alchemy glasses, and was immediately shocked by the darkness in front of him.

　　 "Master Viscount," the maid's shout sounded downstairs, "What happened?"

　　 Suddenly, there was a scream from the street, and Viscount Feta's heart suddenly hung up, calling out the maid: "Nila, hurry up and take me away."

　　 However, the maid seemed to have disappeared, and there was no sound anymore.

　　 Viscount Feta shrank tightly in the corner, trembling with fear, his teeth trembling.

　　 A pair of golden pupils suddenly lit up in the mist, that was the direction of the door.

　　 Viscount Feta's pupils dilated, something entered the room!

　　値, his heart suddenly cooled, Viscount Feta slowly lowered his head, a pale palm with sharp nails passed through the mist and inserted into his chest, his heart was grasped by the cold hand.

The palm of his hand was violently squeezed, the heart was squeezed, blood exploded in his chest, Viscount Feta instantly lost his life, a pair of **** eyes stared at the darkness before him, trying to see clearly the murderer who killed him, but Only the golden pupils in the darkness caught the eye.

　　 The Blood Baron licked the blood on his palm, and took a sip in disgust: "Dirty blood."

　　 "This is the seventh one."

　　……

In the mist-shrouded noble district, short screams sounded one after another. Many nobles who found danger began to flee. Some fled to the street. They were soon cut by the blood squatting on the streets of the noble district, and some nobles hid in the cellar. , Was also brutally killed by the kinsmen who followed the smell.

　　Earl Tonyd woke up from his sleep, the darkness filled his sight, he rolled over and got out of bed carefully, came to the window, and listened to the movement in the street. He heard the sound of a large number of creatures sneaking in the darkness.

　　 "Assault?" Earl Tony frowned and muttered to himself. He was too late to change his clothes. Wearing cashmere pajamas, he followed the stairs to the gate of the villa and quietly opened a gap.

　　 A pair of golden pupils suddenly appeared in the gap, and they looked at each other less than ten centimeters apart from the eyes of Earl Tony, and the owner of the golden pupils let out a cold laugh: "Found another..."

　　唰! A magnificent sword light shredded the mist, and the blood family that appeared suddenly was cut open with a sword.

　　Earl Tonyd is holding a slender noble thorn sword, and he coldly said: "Pretend to be a **** and be a ghost."

　　He is a swordsman earl who is well-known in the nobility circle, and is called Tonyd who "slashes like a symphony".

　　 The moment Count Tonyd rushed into the street, at least twenty murderous auras locked him. He was fearless, with one hand on his back, a sword in one hand, and the tip of the sword slanted downward, making a standard noble swordsman's battle etiquette.

Twenty figures of the Gloma blood clan cut through the fog, and their nails were like jumping daggers, piercing the earl of Tonyd. He swung the stabbing sword into a halo, blocking all the dagger-like nails, making a sharp clanging sound. .

Earl Tonyd stood on his feet, one after the other, he suddenly turned around and cut out a ring of sword light. As the brush spread, the fog was divided into two parts at the height of his chest, rolling endlessly, and the ring of sword light crossed four. The waist and abdomen of the clan cut them off, and a strong smell of blood immediately permeated.

　　 "Waltz!"

　　 The blood races retreated in fear, and temporarily stopped the attack. Count Tonyd sneered coldly: "Insidious people who only dare to attack in the dark."

　　The faint voice suddenly sounded from the head of Count Tonyd: "Really?"

Count Tonyd stabs into the sky immediately, the sword gas stirred the fog into a vortex, but it pierced the air, and the faint voice appeared behind Tonyd like a ghost: "The stronger aristocrat, the value The higher it is."

　　Earl Tonyd turned his head in amazement, and what appeared in his last sight before he died was a pair of turquoise pupils.

　　 Brushed, the heart was penetrated instantly, Earl Tonyd's eyes widened, and the rapier slipped weakly from his palm, and clanged to the ground.

　　Sistine threw off the blood from his hand and disappeared into the thick fog again. Everything was ready. His task was to deal with a powerful enemy.

　　 "The stage has been set up. Tonight is the time for hunting. To strike a country, killing nobles and officials is one of the most direct ways."

　　 The slaughter in the noble district continued, and the riots gradually spread.

　　 In addition to the noble quarters, the Gloma blood of the brigade attacked the Marquis’ manor. The defense force of the Marquis manor was no better than the city. They only attacked the two relatively weak Marquis families.

　　Deren and...Linches.

　　Sistine did not change his plan because of Ivo.

　　 Standing on the roof of a villa in the noble quarter, Sistine listened to the screams and crying around, and nodded in satisfaction.

　　The cronies beside him laughed grinningly: "Everything is going well. Tonight, all the nobles in the Kingdom of Lasses will be wiped out, turning this city into a **** of blood."

　　 "No, we can't do it," Sistine retorted calmly, seeing the incomprehensible eyes of his cronies, and slowly said: "How much damage we can cause is not up to us."

　　The cronies looked surprised: "Who decides then?"

　　Sistine looked towards the palace: "It depends on how long the real powerhouses of Lasses can react and see the true power of a kingdom. This is the honor of our Dark Eye Order."

　　……

　　The Delun family is a weaker member of the Marquis family. The head of the family is the president of the Royal Academy. The full name of the Marquis de Lun is Mai Xiebo De Lun.

When the alarm bell rang, Durham Manor was awakened from a deep sleep. The guards stood at their posts in the dark. The magic consultant cast a spell to disperse the fog in the manor. The servants lighted the torch and oil lamps. The surging mist is like being surrounded by thick fog.

　　 The Marquis of Mai Xibo was heavily guarded by the guards, and loudly ordered the family knight: "Reddy, go to the city immediately and investigate the situation."

Reddy, in full armor, hit his chest with a right fist and performed a knightly ceremony. He sat on a thoroughbred Northland alpine horse-this is his war horse. The war horse is also fully armed, and the brown body is covered with fine iron armor leaves. The iron-clad horse shook his head nervously, Reddy took the reins, and his legs in iron boots were clamped into the belly of the horse, and Herod, the war horse, rushed into the thick fog.

However, in the next moment, the huge war horse flew upside down from the fog, fell to the ground and rolled several times, and stopped in front of the Marquis of Maixi Earl. The iron armor on his chest broke through a large hole, revealing a black wound, and the horse's heart was cut out. .

Dozens of kinsmen dressed in black walked out of the thick fog. The leading kinsmen grabbed Reddy's faceplate and lifted him in the air, swaying, blood dripping down the gaps in the armor, Reddy motionless and dead. Through it, the sophisticated heart armor can't stop the blood clan's interest.

　　 "Enemy attack!"

"kill!"

　　 The battle was on the verge, and the blood clan and the Deren family guards collided into their respective formations.

The dark night is the home of the blood race. The blood race turns into a swift shadow, slaughtering the guards, and the blood is gradually staining the ground. The Marquis of Mai Xibo is their primary goal, but under the protection of several family knights, the blood race is temporarily unable to succeed. Seeing the heavy casualties, the Marquis of Xibo was trembling with anger.

　　 Sword energy, holy light, magic and blood are shooting wildly, and the scene is chaotic.

　　Dimali hid beside Mai Xibo, allowing the guards who were not as strong as him to fight to death one after another. He was unwilling to leave the guards' protection and face these dangerous blood races.

　　 The Marquis of Mai Xibo shouted: "I need someone to go to the capital to request reinforcements!"

　　Dimali said nothing and gave no chance to anyone to react. He quickly grabbed a horse and shouted: "I'll go! Make a way for me!"

　　 After he finished speaking, regardless of Mai Xibo's reaction, he rushed out of the manor on horseback, panicking from his back. The guards fought desperately and cleared a passage for Daimari to pass.

　　 "Master Daimari, we rely on you!"

　　 "You must be as fast as possible!"

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　　 Suddenly, a group of kinsmen rushed into the manor, Daimari was stopped, and the horse was shot to death.

　　 His escape plan fell through, maddened with anger, and there was no way out, he could only fight to the death.

He raised his hand and the two holy lights crashed down. A **** baron seemed to be burned by flames and howled in pain. His skin quickly scorched and wilted in the holy light. This is the unique power of the "purification" effect. The "holy water" of the church against the dark night race does not have such a strong purifying power.

　　 Daimari picked up the sword of the knight, vomiting a strong holy light. He is a rare dual-character holy light knight, but they happen to be the natural enemies of dark creatures, namely "retribution" and "sacred".

　　 "Disgusting kinsmen, accept the punishment of the Holy Light!" Daimari roared, pretending to be upright and awe-inspiring, and the appearance that he wanted to escape the last second was completely two extremes.

　　Since he couldn't escape, he could only fight bravely. He instantly changed his expression and behavior, creating a glorious image in everyone's eyes.

　　 The knight sword swept across, and a large number of kinsmen shunned them, lest they would be hit by Daimari. The purification ability of the dual characteristics of the holy light made them jealous.

　　 The morale of the family guards was boosted, and they shouted in excitement.

　　 "It's Master Daimari!"

　　 "Our'brilliant light'!"

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