"Is that all there is to the evaluation?" Vermeer asked.
"Um?"
Duke Pomerol looked at the Saint and said, "Your Highness, you seem to have something to say?"
Vermeer nodded and said: "Yes, Your Majesty the Duke, I have some opinions about Don Quixote."
"As far as I know, you seem to have a good personal relationship with him." Duke Pomerol felt slightly surprised.
Vermeer replied: "Your Majesty, please don't get me wrong. I approached him just to get to know him. There is no imaginary personal relationship between us." ap.
"Then what did you learn?" The Duke put down his pen and looked at Vermeer thoughtfully.
Vermeer thought for a while and said, "In my opinion, he is not an ordinary saint."
"Oh? Why do you see it?" His Excellency the Duke asked curiously.
Vermeer said: "First of all, Don Quixote is not a member of the Bloodrage Clan. He joined the Bloodrage Clan later... This shows that he himself did not reveal his true clan."
"I've heard a little about this, but is there any problem?" The Duke said, "In my opinion, it doesn't matter which clan he is from, or even if he is from the Secret Alliance!"
"Your Majesty the Duke?"
Vermeer was very surprised. As far as he knew, the relationship between the Duke and Don Quixote was very bad.
But why is the Duke so protective?
Vermeer was a little confused.
But the Duke explained: "Your Highness the Saint, think about what Don Quixote has done these days. Although I dislike him very much, it is undeniable that he led his army to break through the Blood Spring Pass. He took back the Holy Mountain for us, and now he leads his army to attack the Black Rock Sea... Not to mention whether his adventure is successful, just based on the strongholds and resource points we have obtained during this period, Don Quixote has already established an unparalleled Wonderful feat!"
Having said this, the Duke looked at Vermeer and said: "Your Highness the Saint, this is an unparalleled feat! You see, I am preparing a report to the church. I want to elaborate on the results we have achieved during this period. Here is You can't get around him... What? Do you have a problem with him? "
Vermeer shook his head and said: "Your Excellency, I have no objection to what he did. But I have some doubts about him."
"Then what do you want to say?" the Duke asked very curiously.
Vermeer did not answer this question directly, but instead said to the Duke: "Your Majesty, you should know the reason why the first generation of sages established the position of saint in the church."
"Of course I know, it's to inherit the bloodline of the saints." The Duke said.
"That's just one of them!" Vermeer said: "Your Majesty, Duke, you should still remember the temple's legend about the coming of the ancestor and the son of destruction, right?"
"Of course you remember...wait...you mean?" The Duke's eyes suddenly became strange.
Vermeer said: "Duke, have you discovered a problem?"
"What problem?" asked Don Quixote.
Vermeer said: "Have you not noticed that Don Quixote is not suppressed by his rank?"
Upon hearing this, the Duke suddenly sat up from his seat.
"Don't tell me, I really didn't pay attention to this issue."
A strange expression appeared on Duke Pomeran's face.
"Not only that!"
Vermeer continued: "In addition, I smelled a human scent on him. I suspect that he is not a member of our holy race at all!"
"How can this be?"
The Duke was stunned, and after being stunned for a long time, he said, "No way? If he were a human, why would he be so strong?"
Vermeer continued: "That day, Marquis Dante went into battle, and he was wearing the holy weapon left by the ancestor. If you want to activate the holy weapon, you must take the blood crystal of the ancestor... Although the effect is only diluted, it is still incomparable. powerful!"
"That's right! Very powerful!" The Duke thought of the embarrassing appearance that day and felt bad.
Vermeer said: "Such a powerful Marquis Dante was defeated by him in the end, and was even captured alive. Even the magic armor left by the ancestor was stripped alive... Don't you think it's scary?"
"It's scary! Of course it's scary!" the Duke said with lingering fear.
"So. I suspect it is the legendary Son of Destruction!"
Vermeer said.
"What should I do?"
The Duke said: "It seems not easy to kill this man! He is too strong!"
"It's not enough to kill him. After all, this is all my personal speculation. I told the Duke because I plan to find a way to bring this person to the Old World." Vermeer said.
"What are your plans?" asked the Duke.
Vermeer said: "The headquarters of the Dark Templar has methods for detecting blood and inheritance from generation to generation. As long as he goes to the headquarters of the Dark Templar, we will have a way to confirm his identity."
Speaking of this, Vermeer's eyes gradually became tougher: "The headquarters of the Dark Templar has the runes carved by the ancestor himself, as well as the back-up prepared to deal with the Son of Destruction! As long as we are sure that Don Quixote is an enemy and not a friend, we can take advantage of the situation and kill him. kill him!"
"This is a good idea!" The Duke rubbed the claws of the corpse, thinking that he probably didn't need to face this guy. That would be the best. He still wanted to live a few more years.
"I will fully cooperate with you! But how can you make him fall for it willingly?"
asked the Duke.
"I have my own way!"
Vermeer said: "I have basically seen through this guy's motives for doing things! I am not afraid that he will want something, but I am afraid that he will have no desires and no desires."
At Black Rock Ferry, there was another brutal fight!
Song Ziyu led his army to win consecutive battles and approached the command center of the Secret Alliance - a complex of buildings located high in the Black Rock Sea.
The war has reached this point, no matter what the frontal battlefield looks like, the Secret Alliance has already lost.
The follow-up Sabbat Alliance clan coalition swallowed up a large number of strongholds and resource points that the Camarilla Alliance had operated for hundreds of years. Even if they annihilated this enemy force that had penetrated deep alone, it could not change the outcome of the Camarilla Alliance's failure.
certainly!
Song Ziyu would not allow the lone army he led to be annihilated before completing his goal, so before the secret alliance's army could encircle him, Song Ziyu led his army to cross the Black Rock Sea and attack the Black Rock Sea at all costs!
On the rugged battlefield filled with obsidian, two figures were moving rapidly.
They entangled around the stone pillars and along the wall, like two wall-mounted blue sheep, dancing alone on the high and dangerous ground.
After a fierce confrontation, the two figures separated briefly.
"Duke Martin, let's capture him without mercy!" Song Ziyu shouted loudly: "I can save you before your reinforcements arrive."
"You bastard, what do you want?"
Duke Martin, who was covered in blood, stood on top of the strange rocks and looked at Song Ziyu with a solemn expression.
Song Ziyu said loudly: "Hand over the inscription left by the ancestor, I will stop and leave, no longer intrusion."
"joke!"
Duke Martin said: "I have no idea what you are talking about!"
"Since you are so dishonest, don't blame me for being too cruel!" Song Ziyu snorted coldly, shook the long knife in his hand, and rushed out like a cannonball!
Thunder Strike!
Nothing better than this!
The long knife slashed at Duke Martin with violent power!
Duke Martin showed no sign of weakness and actually bucked the trend and stepped forward to meet him!
The Duke didn't know that the pot was made of iron, so he actually showed his corpse claws and fought back with faster speed and more force.
Confrontation!
collision!
The swords and corpse claws clashed like the melody in music.
Intertwined, overlapping, and stirring up each other.
finally!
Song Ziyu used all his strength to cut off half of Duke Martin's corpse claws with one knife, forcing Duke Martin to retreat step by step.
retreat.
"Surrender, you are no match for me!"
Song Ziyu said coldly.
"The Saints will never surrender!"
Duke Martin adjusted his posture and launched the attack again.
Streaming light flickered all around, and shadows flew in the air.
Every collision is a punch to the flesh!
Every sound beats the beat of the drum.
When they separated again, Duke Martin's body was already bruised, and Song Ziyu was not much better, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"For the last time, surrender or die!"
Song Ziyu raised the long knife in his hand.
What responded to Song Ziyu was Duke Martin's resolute behavior.
"This is the last drop of the blood of the ancestors that I have collected. If you can force me to use this thing, it is already your skill." Duke Martin drank the vial containing the blood of the ancestors without ceremony.
The blood is boiling!
Duke Martin's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Death! Intruder!" A crack appeared on the ground under Duke Martin's feet, and the obsidian was shattered into powder.
There was a muffled sound in the air!
Duke Martin turned into a cannonball and charged forward!
Song Ziyu was caught off guard and was pushed out!
After flying 100 meters, Song Ziyu fell like a big watermelon on the hard ground, falling backwards.
Duke Martin stood there and gasped, thinking that he had a chance to win!
But at this moment!
A slender silver blade protruded from Duke Martin's neck, and then pulled upwards!
On the spot, Duke Martin's head was cut into two pieces.
"I asked you not to kill him!"
Song Ziyu, who was lying on the ground pretending to be seriously injured, did not wait for Duke Martin to underestimate the enemy. Instead, Xiao Shuang took action without hesitation, which made Song Ziyu a little angry.
However, Xiao Shuang didn't explain much, he just slowly turned around and stepped aside.
The resistance of the Black Rock Sea ended with the death of Duke Martin!
After paying a heavy price, the expeditionary force finally successfully broke into the Secret Alliance's headquarters in the New World!
However, there is not much time left for Song Ziyu!
The Secret Alliance's troops stationed in various places are following closely behind and will arrive at the Black Rock Sea in the near future.
Once surrounded, Song Ziyu will have no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.
Seizing the little time available, Song Ziyu began to frantically search for the ancestral inscription in the black rock sea.
But all this is a waste of time!
Song Ziyu did not find what he wanted.
Angry and angry, Song Ziyu burned down the headquarters of the Secret Alliance, and then retreated back with the remaining troops.
