A foreigner's journey

All the way up, blood flames gradually ignited between the buildings.

The scarlet fire light illuminated this huge ancient building complex as if it were soaked in a pool of blood, giving it a strange and different kind of beauty.

Heather put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker and walked along the road while looking at the surrounding scenery and exclaiming in admiration:

"Let's not talk about whether the blood people here look weird or not. Just look at how warm and hospitable they are, as well as the majestic decoration style and ambient lighting. This majesty! Tsk tsk... The owner of this place is at least the best on earth. I can be a bank president.”

Annuoya didn't speak, but just held the fluid sword to guard the surroundings. Although their time together was short, she had already figured out how to get along with her supreme lord.

Once the master starts this nagging mode, you must not talk to him, otherwise you will fall into an endless loop.

Suddenly, she waved her arm quickly, and the fluid sword was thrown out like a whip, making a roaring wind and lashing hard into the air.

One fell from the sky, swung his sword to block the blow of the fluid sword, and nimbly turned over and jumped not far in front of Heather and Annuoya.

This person was wrapped in a luxurious black robe, with a large number of curved horns protruding from the clothes, and he was holding a gorgeous spiral sword. A large amount of blood dripped from his body and weapons, as if he had just taken a bath in a pool of blood.

It is worth noting that there is nothing under this man's hood, no face or head, but the shape of the head is supported by some outline.

"Ah... it's the blood noble... the priest who conveys the will of the great lord, the blood king." The red and platinum son of the leading party immediately trembled when he saw this man.

"Because they believe in the Invisible Mother, they use special means to erase their faces? What a group of fanatics."

Heather joked, it couldn't be that Hidetaka Miyazaki forgot to model the head of the blood noble, right?

The blood noble pointed the tip of his sword at Heather and Anoa, and a strange illusory echo sounded in his hood:

"The intruders...are so treasonous...they dare to disturb the tranquility and beauty of the Mongwen Dynasty!"

Heather and Annoya looked around. How can you tell how peaceful and beautiful this place is?

While talking, several more blood nobles gathered here. Apparently, the big fight that happened in the lower level of the Dynasty Temple just now had disturbed the owner of this place.

"Oh my, it doesn't look good when things get to this point."

Heather scratched the back of his head, then spread his fingers towards the blood nobles who were rushing toward him.

"So...do you also want to dance?"

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Blazing blood flames replaced torches and bloomed in the dynasty temple towering on top of the mountains.

This great temple that once belonged to the Uru Dynasty has been in ruins for an unknown number of years, and then was taken over by someone as his own at an unknown moment.

The glory of the Uru Dynasty in the past can be vaguely seen in the huge and spacious temple. The stone pillars and the ground are burning with eternal blood flames.

On the steps at the end of the temple, there is a giant spherical cocoon that is four meters high.

A gap opened on the surface of the giant cocoon, and a withered right arm that was larger than a mortal body protruded from the gap, maintaining a stiff posture raised upward.

Suddenly, the withered arm that had been stiff for an unknown period of time seemed to have lost the strength to support it, and hung down feebly.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of blood flowed down the dry arm, dripped from the hanging fingers, and finally gathered under the giant cocoon to form a pool of blood.

The huge figure squirmed in the blood pool and slowly stood up from it.

Blood continued to drip from the luxurious and extraordinary robes and armor, and the remaining blood stains on the surface quickly disappeared, as if they had been absorbed by the body.

This is a 'monster' about three meters tall. He was extremely tall and burly, with a gorgeous black and gold armored uniform all over his body. He looked as majestic as an emperor.

But his head completely destroyed all the aura related to the 'king'. A large number of curved black giant horns sprouted out, almost completely covering his face. There was even a giant horn that spread inwards and pierced his left eye.

The remaining faces revealed were extremely ferocious, simply the best portrayal of the word monster.

The six fingers of his left hand, the middle finger turned into a dark hook, and the five fingers of his right hand held a luxurious and gorgeous huge trident.

[Blood King] Meng, the ruler of the Mengwen dynasty.

I saw Meng kneeling on one knee in front of the giant cocoon, tenderly holding the skinny arm stretched out from the cocoon, holding the back of his hand in front of him and touching it gently with his forehead, speaking in a gentle tone:

"Ah...my dear Michaela, please wait for me for a moment.

Distinguished guests are here—"

As he spoke, he stood up and turned to look at the entrance of the Dynasty Temple, opened his arms and laughed loudly:

"Dear guests, you have come at the right time!

Come and witness the wonderful dynasty of Michaela and I! "

There were unhurried footsteps at the entrance, and Heather walked into the temple with her hands in her trench coat pockets.

"Are you Mengge, Mengt's twin brother?"

Meng chuckled a few times and slammed the huge trident on the ground:

"It sounds like you have already met my stupid brother who is loyal to the Golden Dynasty. Let me ask, who are you?"

"In terms of seniority, you have to call me uncle. Of course, I don't like to talk about red tape, so let's talk about it first."

Heather waved her hand: "My knights saw something similar to yours in the sewer of the royal city Rodel. Is that your clone?"

"That's the identity of the 'Son of Bad Omen' that I abandoned. So, you are the leader of that group of rats."

Monger walked down the steps step by step, and blood flames began to condense on the surface of the trident.

Haise condensed a gorgeous golden cross sword in her hand and carried it on her shoulder:

"That's really unpleasant. My knights dismantled your clone completely, even though it was a righteous three-on-one fight."

Clang!

The trident and the cross sword collided fiercely, and the golden flames and the scarlet blood flames intertwined and then collapsed.

Heather held the trident firmly with the cross sword in his hand. The sparks from the collision between the weapons were enough to illuminate the dynasty temple.

"Hey, is this how you treat guests in the Blood Dynasty? You are so uneducated."

"How dare the foreign wicked guest who broke in without permission say "educated"? Thanks to you, the believers and citizens of the Mongwen Dynasty have lost a lot of people.

You will pay for this regret and sin with your life! Foreigner!"

Monger was very strong. He swung and smashed Heather away. His empty left hand was clenched into a claw. Large pieces of blood gathered in his hand and burned into flames!

Then, he waved his left hand, and the blood flame turned into a huge blood claw and pounced on Heather in the air.

At this moment, Heather was flying in the air, with her legs crossed and her arms clasped in front of her, looking thoughtful.

Well, who should I use...Okay, it's you!

The black flame condensed in his hands and turned into a burning black dragon.

[Black Flame of the Devil] VS [Blood Flame Prayer]!