Song of Blood and Wine

Consciousness is constantly drifting away, while the female Elder is wandering between life and death, she vaguely seems to hear what they are talking about:

"...It took a lot of effort for the boss I read the blood smoothly, but the information that the slut knows is still not enough. Just to find out the defense points of the mansion, you and me alone are not enough to kill all the guards... Lincoln, I can be the last Confirm again. We just killed her successfully. It’s not an Illusion Technique, right?"

"The Illusion Technique of the Asmodeus family is also true or false. Our battle strength has not recovered to its peak, so before killing It’s very necessary to make more groundwork. There is not much information, but it is enough for me and you to escape... Brute, you have to worry that this corpse is an Illusion Technique, I am happy to fill it with you Fan the muscular head a few times!"

Lincoln, Brute... where did she seem to have heard these names? It's a pity that the female Elder whose pupils are beginning to collapse is no longer able to continue thinking, and her soul will finally dissipate into nothingness.

Throwing the female Elder's body to the side, and taking out the clothes from the space bag hidden by the side, and changing it back to the original appearance, in Brute’s puzzled eyes, Lincoln turned towards the audience Those "toys" who scared to the point of shivering but did not dare to speak loudly questioned:

"You slaves, scum, scum! You are Sophie Elder's subordinates, Sophie Elder is your master. The master was killed by us. You should fight for your lives to avenge your master! And what are you doing? You are shaking with fear! Now, I give you a chance to resist me and my colleagues, for you Revenge for the owner of the squad!"

With two loud noises, Lincoln threw his one-handed sword and tower shield in front of these "toys". After Brute hesitated for a moment, he also moved the width behind him. The big sword was inserted in the center of the room.

One second, two seconds...one minute passed, no one dared to take a step forward, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one dared to take further action, but everyone was looking forward to it Others have the next move.

Seeing the "toys" with the same reaction as I expected, with a look of unwillingness and cowering, Lincoln coldly snorted, and continued: "Don't you dare to take revenge? But what I want to tell you is, even I will not kill you here, and the other Blood Races in this compound will not let you go! You must now want to ask, why, why you will be angry if you have done nothing!"

"It's very simple, because you are the weak, you are the toy of the powerhouse, the tool for the powerhouse to vent, and the existence of the trivial ant!"

"Do you want to live? Do you want to change your ant-like Life? Do you want to get the power to sit on an equal footing with our Blood Race!"

"Stretch your head with a knife, and shrink your head with a knife. Those who don't want to change will sit in place and wait for death, and those who want to change will take a step forward!"

Silence, another silence,

Everyone present clearly knows what Lincoln said is true. As "toys" they will inevitably become funerary objects after the death of the owner. , The only way to escape the fate of death is to kill the murderer in front of him and avenge his master.

But they can't even do this only way to survive, because they are too weak!

Power, everyone is crying in their hearts, I need power! Even if it is to be with the devil, even if it is to make a contract with the devil, I must live!

Faced with the dripping olive branch from Lincoln, this time, someone finally stepped out of the 1st Step bravely! After that, as if with a sharp heart, other humans took a step forward at almost the same time!