Don't confiscate my citizenship

Dusk.

No matter how lively the city-state looks in November when the National Day Festival is held, no one notices that deep underground, an ultra-ancient city is slowly operating.

If you get permission from somewhere, you can travel through the long and dark road to the deepest black palace.

"It's strange, why is my ID missing?"

A man muttered to himself.

He was wearing a pitch black leather jacket, the shiny buttons shining against the bloody sky.

Maguire couldn't figure out why his Imperial Special Operations ID folder was missing.

Excluding the possibility that he lost it, he would at most hang his leather jacket in his office and rarely leave his sight. No one except him could open his office, and not even Nicholas could sneak in. his office.

But he had no time to think about this issue now. He could only report the loss and replace it as soon as possible, and he did not dare to make it too public. Such a work mistake at such a critical node would be quite fatal for him.

As the only seventh-level combatant in the Empire's Special Operations Department, no one dares to follow Maguire easily. He also has the best anti-reconnaissance awareness.

What's more, in this isolated underground city, no one can enter or leave the city hall without anyone noticing.

Maguire walked towards the end of the underground city-state. The majestic castle made of natural obsidian stood quietly in the dark night. The outer walls were inlaid with cold silver edges and embellished with crystal clear red crystal carvings, which reflected a blurred grating in the weak light. .

The bright red blood moon hanging high above the dark dome sheds its bright moonlight on the earth, casting layers of hazy red gauze on this city carefully built with dark stones. Walking in it feels like you are in a mysterious world. And strange dreams.

After passing through the corridors, Maguire pushed open a giant door engraved with the curse seal of the Full Blood Moon Era.

His eyes suddenly opened up, and the magnificent conference hall-style palace appeared in front of him.

Maguire bowed his head respectfully.

In front of the Vampire Clan, he was well aware of his insignificance and humbleness, and did not dare to look around without permission. He could only wait silently for the response of the Vampire Clan's ancestor.

He waited for a long time but didn't get the order.

It seems that he came early, and the ancestors of the blood clan who called him back have not yet arrived.

Maguire slowly raised his head.

Above the towering dome, a chandelier made of black iron hung under cold iron chains. On both sides of the long table in the meeting hall, there was no figure on the thirteen high-back chairs like thrones.

suddenly.

Maguire seemed to have noticed something, and looked towards the shadow-covered wall of the conference hall.

Someone came earlier than him——

The tall figure was like a statue carved in the darkness, and his coat seemed to be flapping in the rising wind. It was difficult to see his figure clearly in the darkness.

Only those deep purple eyes were particularly clear in the darkness.

"Colonel McCree, why are you here?"

Maguire observed carefully and judged the identity of the other party from the looming outline of sunglasses under his sharp purple eyes.

The Capital Garrison Headquarters and Gendarmerie are divided into the First Brigade and the Second Brigade.

Last month, the Blilda's magic energy had an accident, and it went to the Second Military Police Brigade, which is responsible for the outer areas of the capital.

The First Gendarmerie Brigade is responsible for security in the inner ring of the capital.

This Colonel McCrae is the commander of the 1st Military Police Brigade.

"..."

The man just crossed his arms and remained silent.

"How indifferent."

Maguire didn't intend to say anything more to the other party.

On the ground, he didn't get along well with the commander of the 1st Gendarmerie Brigade of the Capital Garrison Headquarters.

This guy always wears sunglasses and looks arrogant.

Although they are both colonels, the Imperial Special Operations Division's authority as a secret service is greater than that of the regular military police brigade of the Capital Garrison Command, but McCree seems not to realize this.

Just then.

There was an unexpected sound of water dripping in the meeting hall.

Deep in the palace, a green light flashed quietly.

A tender green seedling sprouted from the originally lifeless ground.

It grows crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, with vines twisting and circling like snakes and leaves rustling.

In an instant, a tree as tall as a man rose from the ground, with lush branches and leaves.

Suddenly, a gap opened in the tree trunk, and a slim figure slowly emerged, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her long pale golden hair fell gracefully down to her waist.

The long eyelashes quivered slightly, and the slowly opened eyes were like new leaves in spring, or like deep water in a deep blue pool, clear, bright and glowing.

She was wearing a plain white dress embellished with complex green patterns, which looked like entwining vines.

With her white feet on wooden clogs, she walked lightly down the tree trunk and walked through the palace like the wind.

The whole body is filled with a refreshing fragrance of flowers, and the air is filled with the beautiful spring spirit.

"Sorry, this is my precious son. He has such a character. Please forgive me Captain Maguire."

The woman with light hair and green eyes who appeared in the palace smiled and replied.

This made Maguire shudder.

He instinctively didn't want to look at this woman.

Blighted Bishop Niedochka.

Good at wood attributes and spiritual attributes.

She is a woman whose true identity is unknown and enjoys playing with people's hearts. She likes to bewitch those with great power. By offering slanderous words, she kills many brave generals and wise ministers, bringing the country to the brink of collapse.

Originally I thought she would find a saint son or saint girl with equally bad abilities.

Unexpectedly, she found a Holy Son whose greatest characteristic was his outstanding frontal combat ability.

"Captain Maguire, why do you ignore me when I talk to you?"

Bishop Niedochka of Blight asked again.

There is innocence in her innocent smile, but there is a hint of charm in her eyes, which makes people shudder.

She looked around the palace hesitantly, her white and slender fingers gently stroking the walls. Delicate flowers sprouted one after another wherever she passed, and green vines poured down like waterfalls.

The air instantly became fresher, but this transcendent power made Maguire feel an indescribable magic and felt the power of a creator.

"Mr. Bishop Niedochka is joking."

Maguire said softly and apologized.

Bishop Withered seems to be a very kind and beautiful woman, but if he really believed it, he would undoubtedly die without knowing how.

"Don't be so reserved..."

When Niedochka was about to say something, her eyes slowly turned towards the entrance of the meeting hall.

In the palace, a figure walked, leaving rhythmic footsteps on the carpet.

The middle-aged man was wearing a dark green scholar's dress and a top hat, with his hair and beard neatly arranged. He looked gentle and elegant, as if he had never experienced combat, but his excessively deep eyeliner added a heavy weight to his appearance. Evil charm.

The weak lamp in his hand cast long shadows on and around him.

At some point, the middle-aged man had pushed open the black iron door of the meeting hall and stood in alone.

"Farmer, were you called here today?"

Withered Bishop Niedochka recognized the Decayed Bishop at the first moment and asked doubtfully.

Although their Wither Branch and Decay Branch are both partners of the Vampire Clan.

But generally speaking, there won't be anything important that would bring all of their highest combat powers together.

"Of course, Harrithir sent someone to call me."

The rotten bishop Farmer nodded.

Even though he had just arrived, he could probably understand Captain Maguire's uneasy state when surrounded by the two cardinals.

It seems that Captain Maguire's master, the ancestor of the blood clan, has not yet arrived, and Captain Maguire is very afraid of these notorious cardinals.

"Okay, Nedochka, you've scared people. Our cardinal's reputation in the Southern Continent is quite bad. We need to be conscious of it."

Bishop Farmer of Decay put down the box and said as if to smooth things over.

He was just regarded as cruel by others, and he killed more people in biochemical experiments.

But Niedochka is a veritable enchantress who brings disaster to the country.

"Really, I haven't done anything bad. I just had a little fun. Why is it all my fault... You think so, Holy Son."

Niedochka raised her hand, looked at her beautiful nails, and complained faintly.

"I can't judge you well. One day I will arrest you."

The Blighted Holy Son did not agree with her, but stood on the opposite side of her, denying it firmly.

"Hehehe, you are indeed my greatest pleasure. I am waiting for that day to come. If you have the ability, just catch me."

Not only was Niedochka not angry, she happily covered her mouth and laughed jokingly.

"It's up to you, Farmer, to curb your interests and hobbies in the imperial capital. The Imperial Special Operations Office is almost targeting you."

She turned to Farmer for advice.

"There are serial murders everywhere. Is it rare in the empire to randomly kill three members of a family and make a family portrait art statue?"

Rotten Bishop Farmer asked disapprovingly.

Before they could continue their communication.

"I'm sorry, two bishops, for keeping you waiting."

Along with this sound, two more figures walked in the huge meeting hall.

The leader is the seventh ancestor, Marquis Harrithir.

She walked straight to the seventh high-backed chair next to the Speaker's table.

Another figure sat on the diagonal high-backed chair opposite her, leisurely.

Harrithier's eyes were always closed, as if looking through the layers of domes all the time to see the shapes woven by the bright stars in the night sky.

"They all just arrived."

Blighted Bishop Niedochka spread his hands casually.

"First, Maguire, let's talk about the intelligence from the Imperial Special Operations Division."

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, spoke in a calm and ethereal tone.

She didn't mind sharing the current situation of the empire with the two alliance cardinals.

"no problem."

Maguire replied quickly.

"Violet has now returned to the capital Brilda, but she has not noticed at all that Princess Alexia's personal freedom has been controlled. She is still busy preparing for the Moon God Festival in the middle of the month."

Maguire immediately reported the latest situation.

The last instruction he received was to try to keep Violet, the Divine Water Beryl Seat of the Sixth Army, away from Brilda as long as possible.

The Vampires secretly manipulated the empire to create the illusion that the fragments of the King of Skeletons, the super-ancient beast, had appeared. The discovered ruins were extremely dangerous, and a strong force was needed to protect the empire's exploration team and the archaeologists of St. Clair's Monastery.

Finally, Violet personally went to Lake Starbergen in the neighboring province of Botswana, and she was able to freeze the entire lake near the exploration cave.

If fighting underwater or on the water, Violet will have an absolute advantage.

Apart from her, only the First Army God Hyacinthus can ensure that everything is foolproof, but as the commander-in-chief, Hyacinthus cannot personally take action.

Therefore, Violet, the God of the Sixth Army, became the perfect choice.

During this period, the vampires have achieved many goals in Brilda.

For example, he further controlled the royal family, transported an ancestor from abroad back to the imperial capital, and assassinated many targets that he had long wanted to eliminate.

"Very good. During her absence, our goals have been basically achieved."

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Harrithir, nodded.

Although there were a few things that he failed to do, including failing to kill the wolf witch with the sin-judging eye.

But it is also within the allowable error range.

If she fails to kill once, the wolf witch will be difficult to kill. Not only Violet will protect her, but even the old guy Dax may notice her.

Although the eagle dogs under Duke Dax of the Empire's Special Operations Department are not that strong in combat effectiveness, their detection capabilities are quite strong. A few days ago, they almost caught evidence of Bishop Decay's excessive gluttony.

Even Maguire doesn't dare to help the Rotten Bishop cooperate inside and outside. The risk of making small moves in the Empire's Special Operations Department is very high. In addition, large-scale infiltration will definitely be discovered by Dax. Currently, Maguire is the only real instigator in the vampires. A dependent of the Imperial Special Operations Branch to ensure that Maguire would not be implicated by other dependents.

In addition to the troublesome agents of the Imperial Special Operations Division, there is another more important reason-Duke Dax is one of the most secretive powerful men in the Empire.

It is neither easy to assassinate nor easy to control. Not only does it have few flaws, but with its status in the empire and its insight, if it cannot be completely controlled, it will definitely cause disaster.

"Thanks to your plan, not only was our assassination not suspected by the empire, but it was all blamed on the Silver Moon Reform Society."

Captain Maguire said respectfully.

Last month, the Silver Moon Reform Society's assassinations of nobles became more and more rampant. Although sometimes the Silver Moon Reform Society would help them get rid of their political opponents, sometimes they would also kill the family members they controlled.

It is certainly a good thing for the Vampires to maintain a certain degree of internal conflict within the Creation Empire.

But if the Silver Moon Reformation Society, a terrorist organization, is allowed to kill like crazy and intensify the nobles and the people to the point of being uncontrollable, even if the vampires take control of the Creation Empire in the future, they will be in trouble, and they will have to help the Silver Moon Reformation Society wipe their butts.

Even Marquis Helitier could not divine the identities of the nine sages of this organization, because they had no contact with each other at all, and there was very little cause and effect among the core members, making it impossible to divine.

Even if you find a venerable person, it will be difficult to use this venerable person to uproot other venerable people.

So it's very difficult to deal with.

But then Marquis Heritier gave Maguire a poisonous plan to implement——

If the Silver Moon Reform Society wants to kill him, then they will help the Silver Moon Reform Society to kill him.

Maguire and other blood family members also went to kill, taking the opportunity to kill a few more political opponents, creating a shocking case, and then framed the blame on the Silver Moon Reform Society to arouse the emotions of the imperial nobles.

"Now the empire's search for them has reached an unprecedented level. Even Colonel McCree may have worked a lot of overtime for this."

Maguire continued with some apology.

Colonel McCree, who was standing on one side of the wall, glanced at him but said nothing.

"As expected, now the Imperial Special Operations Division has to conduct a thorough investigation of the Silver Moon Reform Society, and Nicholas the Kestrel is very busy."

Rotten Bishop Farmer clapped his hands, he already knew what the vampires had done.

"You guys are really bad. No wonder I haven't heard any news about the Silver Moon Restoration Society recently."

Blighted Bishop Niedochka commented helplessly.

Now the Blood Clan is not only controlling the political power of the Creation Empire, but also controlling the economy and media of the empire. They take advantage of the situation to kill a few important figures in the empire who are difficult to deal with. With the Silver Moon Reform Association taking the blame for the Blood Clan, the Blood Clan can be unscrupulous.

At the same time, some of the empire tycoons already controlled by the Vampires must be killed to confuse the ears and eyes, so as not to arouse suspicion.

Since they acted premeditatedly, they could prepare in advance to distribute the deceased's inheritance and power from the left hand to the right hand. In essence, the loss was minimal, just changing a puppet.

"This is called running in both directions. An old rival taught me this."

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, sneered, which sounded like a sigh, but also like nostalgia.

"Maguire, what are the movements of other military gods?"

She asked casually, turning her cheek.

Since the information related to the Twelve Gods of War is the top secret of the imperial military, unauthorized investigation may lead to counter-investigation. The Imperial Special Operations Division is the only inspection department independent of the military.

As the war continues, the eighth-level heroic units of both the Empire and the Allies will become increasingly depleted.

It is also difficult for legions and city defense facilities to recover.

Although the Vampires have top-notch heroic units, they lack legion troops.

They can only use humans, or transform from the human camp.

To a certain extent, a legion is like a military line. Without a military line to withstand the enemy's city defense facilities and magical barriers, heroic units cannot break through alone, and may even be defeated by a forceful attack.

Today, the fierce fighting in the early stages of the war has gradually slowed down.

As the strategic positions on the southern periphery of the Allied forces were lost, they voluntarily gave up part of the area, resources and horizons, and shrank their defense line to the north.

It is no longer easy for the Empire to capture the Allied hero units outside the city defenses.

Next, the key to victory for both sides lies in follow-up operations, the outcome of large-scale battles, and the competition for neutral resources.

In the absence of strategic points, the offensive and defensive rhythms of both sides have also begun to slow down. Some military gods may gradually return, continuing their vital blessings from the God of War and Swords.

"Currently, only the tenth Army God Julius, the Ruby Seat, has returned. More Army Gods will return during the Moon God Festival in mid-month, and then there will be the Creation National Day Festival next month. All the Army Gods will return. He will definitely arrive and be responsible for maintaining the order of the ceremony and receiving blessings.”

Maguire still knelt on one knee, put his hand on his knee, and reported respectfully.

Crean's war gods all have the time-effective protection of the God of War and Swords, and can obtain a small degree of basic attribute enhancement. The annual National Day Festival is a time to regain the protection.

Only one type of divine protection can be held at the same time, and they cannot be superimposed and coexisted. However, the War and Sword God's Protection of the Creation Empire are rare pure attack attributes.

Moreover, the blessings of the God of War and Swords that the Crean Empire can grant to the God of War have a lasting effect of up to one year, and are not the short-term blessings of most gods.

"Why does this guy have to come back in such a hurry?"

Blighted Bishop Niedochka asked intuitively.

Although this military god posed no threat to her.

"He didn't want to come back on his own. I'm sure he wants to be at the front line of the battlefield more than anyone else. He wants to come back and face a military court."

Captain Maguire shook his head and explained.

This refers to the last time when the Empire and the Allies seized energy on a large scale in the western hub area for the first time, Julius, the God of the Tenth Army, the Red Tourmaline Seat, reversed the situation with one shot, triggering a huge explosion and almost killing the Western Speaker. The Allied Eighth Grade and other military gods were involved.

The imperial military now no longer dares to let Lieutenant General Julius, who is greedy for power and hasty access, run amok on the front line.

Perhaps the First Army God Sea Sintos uses war as a way to realize the ideals of the empire.

Other war gods regard fighting as their job.

Only the Tenth God of War, Julius, really enjoyed the war.

"To be honest, I sometimes envy the God of War."

The rotten bishop Farmer sighed.

"I would also like to ask you two to be careful not to expose your magic power in the capital of the empire. Now that there are three military gods permanently stationed, there will be more and more National Day festivals until the end of the month."

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, reminded the two cardinals.

"Do we need to stay near Blirda?"

asked Blighted Bishop Niedochka.

The Rotten Bishop Farmer also looked at the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.

According to Marquis Helitier, there is still something they need to do next, and this is probably the main thing that invited them here today.

"Farmer, do you remember? You once asked me, is it really necessary for us to do this in order to kill Milaya's daughter?"

Marquis Heritier asked the corrupt bishop Farmer.

"Remember, I failed several times. Milaya's daughter seems to be protected by the goddess of destiny. She can always escape the death omen you see. She seems to be a priest of the church of the goddess of destiny. Being favored does not matter. strangeness……"

Xuanfu Farmer recalled a little and remembered that he did ask questions the last time he personally gave the Vampire Xuanfu Alchemy Beast to him.

"The longer we are unable to kill the hybrid demon, the less anxious the eighth-level demon will be. Her evolution speed is extremely fast, and if she continues to train in the Creation Empire like this, it will become the biggest variable. Everything seems to be causally related to her.”

The seventh ancestor, Lord Harrithier, spoke.

Ever since the vampires captured Duke Milaya, the silver-haired female demon actually found the coordinates of their Blood Moon City. She tortured the vampires to death after catching them, and even interrogated the location of their underground palace.

And he also let her, who was extremely talented, run away.

Even if she was struck by the Blood King's divine fire, Harrithir could not completely rest assured.

Because the blood of Violet, the Sixth Army's divine water, can undo this fire poison.

But as long as she can make the silver-haired female demons generate intense hatred, no matter how she grows, she will never be a match for Duke Lashar, the third ancestor of their vampire clan who currently has the highest combat power.

Duke Rashal's power is at the pinnacle of mental magic. The more negative the enemy's emotions are, the easier it is for Duke Rashal to find a spiritual loophole and complete mental control and forced brainwashing.

"I understand. Are you worried that at the end of the month, on the day of the National Day Ceremony of Creation, when the Twelve Gods of War are unable to move, the witch will come back, and even bring stronger companions with her to break into Blood Moon City?"

The rotten bishop Farmer hammered his palm lightly and came to a conclusion, the interest in his eyes became more intense. He had long wanted to capture this rumored demon with extraordinary talent and bring it into his laboratory.

However, the threat of the silver-haired demon is not the main purpose of killing Princess Hyperion. The real meaning of Princess Hyperion's death is to break through Duke Milaya's spiritual defense. Only in this way can Milaya become a vampire. slave.

Duke Milaya's dark magic is too useful for the vampires, and it can also become the vampire's protective umbrella during the day.

"I don't know if the witch will come to save her husband that day, but I think according to her idea, whenever possible, she will try it on National Day. The longer the time is delayed, the more likely her husband will be by us. Kill impatiently.”

Harrithir confirmed.

aside.

"One, two, three...six, seven."

Withered Bishop Niedochka counted, tapping the air with her fingertips. She counted herself, Decayed Bishop Farmer, Marquis Helitier, and the figure sitting opposite Marquis Helitier. .

That figure was obviously a vampire, but he didn't speak since he entered the meeting hall and just listened calmly.

The rest should refer to the eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset, the ninth ancestor Marquis Bernhard, and the third ancestor Duke Lachar who were not present today.

She only counted the combat power of the eighth level and above, which is seven.

"This is a necessary preparation."

The seventh ancestor Marquis Helitiel seemed to see the light thoughts of the withered bishop Nedochika and told her.

It is absolutely right to be cautious. It was because they were not prepared 1000% or even 10,000% at the beginning.

Marquis Helitiel clenched his hands for a rare time.

"Thank you for saving me."

The figure on the tenth high-back chair finally spoke.

He has white hair and ruby-like eyes.

"..."

Maguire couldn't help but look at this vampire.

He came to Blood Moon City so many times, and this was the first time he saw this person.

Soon, Maguire realized that he was being rude and shouldn't look directly at the other person, and began to panic.

The blood clan ancestor that Maguire was looking at at this moment seemed to have noticed Maguire's sight and smiled at him gently and politely.

Unlike other blood clan ancestors, he seemed to have no danger, and his existence itself was like a natural work of art.

"No need to be restrained."

The blood clan marquis spoke.

He was sealed in the north ten thousand years ago, and it would take longer to find him.

But fortunately, the defeat of the apostle Duke Morotian in the north seemed to have triggered a series of chain reactions, so the forces on the northern continent took the initiative to propose a deal to them, and they could send back the mosaic stone pillar that sealed a blood clan marquis, and correspondingly they wanted a blood soul of each of the four blood clan ancestors in the southern continent.

I don't know what the northern continent is planning, but I'm afraid it's not the northern continent, and it's even farther away in the land of disaster.

But that may be a variable that will happen in another story in the next few years.

Now they have received the blood clan marquis sent by the other party across the ocean.

After unsealing, it was found that the tenth ancestor Ulysses was resurrected.

"Ulises, I'll trouble you to help us fight when the time comes."

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel, looked at this old friend whom he hadn't seen for tens of thousands of years, and begged reluctantly.

He had just been unsealed, and he was going to fight again.

"No problem, everything is for our long-cherished wish."

The tenth ancestor, Ulises, nodded in agreement.

As the supreme painter of the blood clan, his power [Blood Creation] can make the products under his pen materialize in a short time, and can quickly create a large number of summons according to the situation. He is a very versatile summoner.

Although his combat power is weaker than that of the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel, the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, and the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, he is better in all aspects, almost a hexagonal magic ancestor, and can deal with various opponents.

"You really give that demon lady a lot of respect."

Withered Bishop Nedochika said with a smile.

One ninth level plus six cardinals of the eighth level.

The defense of Blood Moon City will reach its strongest on that day.

This is an excessive trap.

And with the impeccable mechanism of Blood Moon City, no matter how many enemies come, they will be sent away.

It seems that the blood clan is just waiting to catch the demon clan and end the trouble, and then they will start the next step of the plan to completely control the imperial family.

"As long as the bishop of the night, Migaiya, is assimilated into our ranks, even on the ground, we will no longer be affected by the daytime of the empire."

Marquis Heliti slowly opened his eyes as deep as blood, and the eyes above the tear mole seemed to have traveled through the vast time and space, spanning countless eras.

"We blood clans will learn lessons, but humans will not. This stupid race can only repeat history, repeat one tragedy after another, and live and die."

By then, even the twelve military gods, Emperor Saint Cremorne, and Duke Dax will not be able to stop their blood clan.

Heriti's voice was almost heavy, falling continuously, penetrating the ground, and falling into the vast void of Blood Moon City.

…

Blood Moon City, deep in the abyss several kilometers below the void.

A palace that looks like a rolling stone cube. At the end of the spiral staircase is a temple space with an altar in the center.

A haggard man is sealed in a black amber crystal in the center of the altar.

The black crystal imprisoned his figure, unable to break free.

He was a gentle black-haired man with an incredible handsomeness that made people feel close to him.

But at this moment, he was just sleeping.