Ten minutes ago.
Blood Rose and a group of confidants watched as the surveillance screens turned black one by one, and their hearts suddenly sank to the bottom.
Blood Rose's temperament is cold and feminine, her eyes are deep and blue, but there is always a lingering indifference between her eyebrows.
Her milky white and smooth skin has a hint of sickly paleness, a white shirt decorated with ruffles has a burgundy bow ribbon on the front, and a black corset ties up her green waist in an extremely graceful way.
The tulle outer skirt with black gold inlay as the main tone is decorated with complex and gorgeous lace patterns. Although wearing the skirt, Blood Rose does not look clumsy.
The skirt is also paired with an inner burgundy skirt, black stockings and small leather boots, making it elegant and luxurious.
Blood Rose is a person who loves beauty very much. Even in this situation, she is not willing to lose her elegance.
However, a hint of sullenness appeared unnaturally on the elegant Blood Rose's face at this moment.
She looked at the demoralized Vampire guards next to her and tried her best to control her rage.
Only when she faced a real crisis did she realize how useless her people were.
In fact, she has long known what her people are doing behind the scenes. Many times, the accounts are not correct at all. In a small-scale battle before, someone nominally took away two bases of ammunition, but in fact there was less in the inventory. Five bases of ammunition.
What's even more outrageous is that these people are still clamoring all day long that this is not enough and that is not enough, and they ask Blood Rose to go to Duke Bolton to allocate supplies. It's not that Blood Rose doesn't want to take care of it, but Duke Bolton has said that everyone will open their eyes when it is not a war. Close one eye and just squeeze the human race anyway.
She raised the back of her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth.
Quietly controlling the fangs to slowly shrink back to their normal state.
Blood Rose wants blood, no matter whose blood it is, it doesn't matter if it's the same kind, but it still can't be done now.
She suppressed the desire in her heart, raised her head, glanced at Arthur, a thin middle-aged man next to her, and asked: "Arthur, how is the situation outside?"
The middle-aged man named Arthur held two long and narrow machetes with deep blood grooves in his hands. His ears twitched slightly, then he shook his head, frowned and said: "Lord Blood Rose, you'd better leave quickly. People from the Human Resistance Army have infiltrated from inside, you go through the secret passage first, and I will break up the rear."
"Yeah." Blood Rose nodded.
Although this Arthur is powerful and has superb martial arts skills, he is just a blood slave.
After all, blood slaves are just blood slaves. There is an insurmountable gap between them and their masters, and they are consumables that can be discarded at will.
Although the other confidants of Blood Rose are nothing more than nothing, they are all real nobles. If they were casually abandoned during the war, she would definitely be punished by Duke Bolton when she returned.
Soon, Blood Rose opened a secret door and walked in first.
The vampires are immortal, not immortal.
The first thing these blood descendants do when they arrive at a place is to build secret doors and secret escape passages, even if this is their own territory.
...
The pool of blood reflected a desolate and unruly face, with eyebrows hanging upside down as cold as blades. He was holding a long black knife, and there was blood between his fingers.
A vampire had a big hole in his head and his chest was torn open with a long knife. He died tragically.
He Wuji breathed out slowly, and blood flowed through the mottled armor and dripped down the skirts of his legs. He looked at the people behind him and said loudly: "This is our opportunity to make contributions. This is our human race's chance to stand up again." Chance!"
As he said that, he looked at everyone with cold eyes, "When the battle is over, I will personally give you officers and titles, and make you generals and marquises."
"Don't worry, General He. We will do our best."
"Then just charge forward and don't leave me without any effort."
He Wuji led the human resistance army all the way to the hinterland of the blood camp.
The power of the enlightened beast circulates throughout his body, and then pours into the black knife in his hand.
Starting from He Wuji's fingers holding the handle of the knife, simple and majestic burning lines like blood vessels began to spread.
He placed the blade horizontally in front of him, like a Yama from hell, leading the human resistance army to kill the blood descendant.
In an instant, the dozens of blood descendants that rushed towards him were cut in half by He Wuji.
Blood red and milky white splashed out in all directions.
He Wuji's eyes were as scarlet as blood. He held a black long knife and said, "Don't let Blood Rose go, our goal is to kill her!"
The firecrackers in the hands of the resistance army continued to roar, and the bullets fired fiercely on the walls, splashing rubble all over the sky. Many vampires were desperately pierced by long knives through their bodies, and died tragically.
After a few minutes of fighting, the entire camp of the Bloodborn seemed to have quieted down, and there was no longer any resistance.
The human resistance army threw several grenades in succession, but there was nothing but the sound of explosions, and there was dead silence.
After several tests, He Wuji and others pushed the explosion-proof shield and cautiously approached the door.
However, after entering, He Wuji discovered that it was empty. Blood Rose had already escaped with her people through the tunnel that had been prepared before.
His eyes moved slightly, and then he said: "Chase!"
The experience in the first half of his life made He Wuji not believe in peace, and peace was always achieved.
If you want true peace, kill all your enemies, just like on the battlefield, kill your enemies and you will be safe.
Peace is always on the edge of the sword.
...
Deep in the tunnel, Chen Mo was confronting Blood Rose's personal guard Arthur.
[Name: Giant Hand of Power]
[Grade: c]
[Type: Skill]
[Introduction: Incorporating huge power into the hands, the hands have huge strength, and can ignore fire and cold, as hard as steel. 】
[Note: Do not use force on the duster, as the consequences will be serious]
But I saw that the entire palm of the thin man had turned into a metallic color, but it was not as bulky as a mechanical prosthesis and was as flexible as usual.
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, this opponent was difficult to deal with!
Originally, Chen Mo had just arrived in this dungeon that resembled a medieval setting. He was still thinking, could he rely on technology to defeat magic and change the world?
As for your question about whether he knows how to climb the technology tree?
Haha, Chen Mo really knows a little bit about this.
After watching "Lord of Mysteries", he was thinking, what if he also traveled to an era of potion steam?
So a long time ago, Chen Mo taught himself "Principles of Steam Engines", "Black Powder Formula", "Das Kapital" and so on.
After I finish studying these books, you can let me engage in science and technology seriously, or you can let me float in the business world.
He even specially collected information on what to do when traveling to various eras and made it into a manual. He also posted it on the forum and gave himself an eye-catching title.
[After learning this, my mother will no longer have to worry about me traveling through time. 】
Then he was slapped in the face by netizens. There was a comment that replied to him.
I'm thinking about these things of yours. As long as you learn a small part of these things, you can reach the pinnacle of life now without traveling through time.
I have to say, what the netizen said makes sense.
Moreover, after coming to this world and observing the combat power of this world, Chen Mo found that his little thoughts were completely useless.
