In the dark world, the high-level dark conference is second only to the General Conference of Solomon, and participants need to be at least earl level (third level) in strength.
This meeting was local, and the people who came were all the demons hidden in the Kingdom of Faloran. The meeting was hosted by Alvis, a dark grand duke.
Demons are a general term, and there are many types, most of which are immortal species. The more common ones are demons, vampires, demons (somewhat similar to vengeful spirits), werewolves, etc.
They believed in the great darkness, infinity, and the mother of reproduction. They once ruled the world during the Dark Age (Second Age), and regarded human beings as blood food and slaves. At that time, they regarded themselves as the Holy Blood Nobles, divided their territories and titles, and There is a strict concept of hierarchy.
The voice echoed throughout the hall, and Alves, who was sitting on the throne, spoke: "You must also know that Claire has returned to the embrace of the Mother of Darkness. Our situation is very difficult, and the time of the Solomon Conference has been repeatedly postponed. Various countries The situation of the saint descendants is not optimistic.
I hope that at this time, everyone can exercise restraint as much as possible, get through this period of time, and give the princes some time to organize manpower. "
A vampire marquis spread his bat wings on his back and filled the air with blood. He was a little puzzled: "That mad dog of Michel should be chasing our Marquis Grover at the border of Falorland. Why did it suddenly appear in Bushen City? "
The demon ghost wearing a mask and shrouded in a black mist next to him had a hoarse voice: "Claire has disappeared for three years and has not had any contact with any of us during this period. Who knows what is going on with her? It would be better to die, and humans are not The saint is totally unreliable!"
"Really? Wesley, do you think you can talk nonsense here after you find a suitable container and regain your strength?!
Without us providing you with help, do you think you could have hidden so comfortably before? "A dark wizard said coldly.
There are also humans in the Dark Council. After all, some extraordinary professions are not tolerated by humans, such as necromancers, witches, etc.
The fourth-level demon Wesley was furious, and the black mist that shrouded his body expanded and shrank: "Vito Scaletta! Ten years ago, you were just an ignition wizard (second level). If we hadn't taken you in, you would have been killed long ago." He was hung on the stake and burned to death by Jiminy!
Why, now that I have become a Ji An wizard (fourth level), my wings have become stiff? Why don't you kill that third-level priest! He fell down in front of us and showed off his power! "
"Put away your pitiful arrogance and self-esteem, you can't understand the situation at all!" Vito responded unceremoniously. In the dark world, strength is respected, and there is no tradition of respecting seniors.
"you……"
The dark Earls present looked at each other in confusion and did not speak. Many of them picked up the blood-filled wine glasses and took a sip, then silently watched the bosses fight.
Life has not been very good recently, I don't dare to cause trouble, and life is extremely boring. Some people even hope that the two big guys will fight to cheer up everyone.
"Giggle!"
Archduke Alvis tapped the table twice. Wesley and Vito glared at each other and stopped arguing.
The Grand Duke looked at the Demon Duke sitting on his left, and said in a calm voice: "Duke Brian, is there any news about Prince Milo?"
"Ahem!"
Brian coughed a few times and his voice sounded very old: "There is no news. Gonzalez's strength has exceeded His Majesty's expectations. He has only been in the Sanctuary for 40 years and has already come a long way on this road.
The prince had just recovered at that time, and he underestimated the enemy. He was probably seriously injured. I don't know what the other majesties thought. Anyway, I didn't dare to get close to the St. Joan Empire in the west. "
After thinking for a while, Alves said humbly: "You are a senior, do you have any good suggestions?"
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Brian's old voice fluctuated a little: "Young Lord Alvis, your demeanor is heart-warming. But I am already old. Although I pulled the button on the holy door, I can't step in. Even shallow wisdom cannot point the way for saints.
The Dark Lords have disappeared for many years. After the Fourth Age, we are at a clear disadvantage. Lord Alves, you have amazing potential, and I don’t deny your ideas.
However, I still hope that you can take more care of the saints. The road to the holy realm is long and difficult, and it is also beneficial to experience more battles. "
Demons are respected for their strength, and age is nothing. Few people like Alves have such respect for beings of a lower rank than him.
Nodding to show that he understood, Alves chuckled: "I know, everyone thinks that I am timid and afraid of getting into trouble. I really don't dare to face Gonzalez, but I will not postpone my responsibilities."
Brian nodded, and the meeting went on in an orderly manner. The final result was for everyone to exercise restraint and wait for a turnaround.
Anyone who wants to cause trouble will do so at their own risk. Don't drag everyone into trouble. No one will help.
In the western border of Falorland, in a quiet small village, a certain vampire marquis who couldn't help but caused a wave of trouble some time ago couldn't hold on any longer!
Marquis Grover felt that he was so unlucky. He had already left the St. Joan Empire, but he could still meet that mad dog!
The gorgeous evening dress on his body was in tatters, and even had many black marks from burns. He stood in the middle of the small village, with countless blood mist rising, surrounded by corpses, including men, women, old and young.
The blood gathered at his feet, forming a pattern of tulips. Not only that, Grover cut his palm, and a few drops of extremely red blood dripped. He couldn't help but swayed and almost fell down.
His face was pale, his eyes were full of madness, and he was staring at a ball of golden flames flying towards him in the low air in the distance. He was already cornered!
Opening his hands, the Blood Realm quickly unfolded. Originally, this magic circle required a vampire above Duke to complete, but as a powerful Marquis, he spent his source blood and used the blood of nearly a hundred villagers to perform rituals, and he could barely activate it.
Now the blood was rolling and steaming under his control, turning into billowing blood mist and spreading. Countless blood lines were entangled like meridians, forming twisted and dazzling runes on the ground.
Dark red ghost faces of hunger and greed loomed in the gaps between the runes, and the red streets and blood dripped onto the ground.
In the alleys where carrion and moss are piled up, in the cracks of doors where red eyes are hidden, and in the shadows of corners where light cannot reach them.
One by one, weird and scary-looking things came out of it.
These things can no longer be simply described as horror or horror. They are not human beings.
These beings are monsters that live in resentment, eat away at the blood mist, and feed on negative emotions.
They have no fixed shape, and unlike humans, their body limbs are twisted into incredible angles.
"Mad dog, I'll kill you right here!" Grover stood in the middle of the Blood Realm, spreading his bat wings. He had not been so embarrassed in many years.
The golden flames in the air did not pause at all, and crashed directly into the small village shrouded in blood mist like a comet!
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, golden flames hit the ground, and the surrounding ground suddenly cracked like a spider web!
He was wearing white paladin leather armor, holding a cyan sword in his right hand, squatting in the flames, and throwing out eight silver knives engraved with sacred texts with his left hand!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The blade entered the ground, and eight white lights like giant pillars lit up. Countless monsters rushing towards him were reduced to ashes. He jumped up again, and the surging holy power was directed into the long sword!
Slashing forward, a nearly 100-meter-long white sword light rose into the sky, cutting through the blood mist, tearing apart the monsters, and slashing Grover!
The Blood Marquis showed hatred on his face, put his hands together, and the blood runes lit up.
Drops of blood rain flew up and turned into knives, swords, guns and other weapons in the air. They shot straight from the sky to the ground, emitting countless frightening sky-piercing screams, just like thousands of strong bows and crossbows firing thousands of sharp arrows. , the sound connected together, and in an instant it was like the roar of a hurricane, shaking the soul.
Every drop of blood is a sword! a knife! A forest of swords and a rain of swords!
Almost at the same time, the land cracked, and the twisted skull faces melted into blood, and in the blink of an eye they turned into thousands of blood spears.
They formed a sea of spears, carrying a brilliant bloody light, rushing to stab the white sword light in the sky, straight into the sky!
The veteran vampire Marquis Griffo VS "Holy White Sword" Michelle!
