Don't confiscate my citizenship

Twenty years ago.

The fireworks were high and dazzling red.

The city of Brillda was shrouded in a sea of ​​fire on the bloodbath day.

The festive atmosphere of the National Day festival had long been replaced by anger and riots.

The busy streets on weekdays were filled with crying, screaming and roaring.

Groups of mobs rushed to the nobles' mansions like a tide, holding knives and sticks, with flames of hatred burning in their eyes.

Most of the main buildings in the city were attacked, and billowing smoke covered the sky. The flames licked the ancient wooden beams. Occasionally, panicked nobles fled in cars, but were blocked by angry people with heavy weapons. Women wearing gold and silver were dragged off the carriages, and their jewelry and ornaments were robbed. Soon, they lay on the ground with blood on their faces, losing their lives.

The twelve contemporary military gods all had disagreements. They should have been blessed by the God of War and Sword today, but they joined the battlefield together, attacking each other, protecting the royal family, aiding civilians, or helping the nobles suppress riots.

The flames of the imperial mechanical weapons and magic particle cannons intersected above the city defense barrier, and the screams of the imperial army were endless. Civilians were inevitably affected. Even if there was a city defense barrier, it was difficult to be fully effective due to overload operation.

As long as the noble mansion was unlucky, it would be captured and the red roofs would collapse.

The entire city of Blierda fell into crazy self-destruction.

The heart of the huge Krei Empire became a ruin in just one day. The former prosperity was gone, leaving only a purgatory of blood and fire.

Why is the confrontation endless and when has it been lingering? No one can give an answer.

Not far from the city hall, in a mansion that matches family background and power.

Crimson tapestries hung on the walls, and the delicate embroidery showed the history and glory of the family and the Krei Empire.

"..."

He was just nine years old, propped up his body with his elbows, and crawled out from the cracks in the bedroom floor.

The urine-stained pants were sticky, but not unbearable.

Compared to this, the tight joints were hard and painful, and it was more painful to try not to make the floor make noise.

Fortunately, those guys searched everything here and didn't find him, but it doesn't hurt to be more careful.

The knowledge he learned when he was a child said that any creature would be hungry if it didn't eat. The magical thing is that he didn't eat for almost a day today, but he didn't feel hungry at all.

Maybe this is a protective mechanism to avoid vomiting because of the smell of his relatives being roasted.

It's winter at the end of November, but his throat is dry as if he had a big fight in the afternoon of midsummer, his head hurts a lot, and his tinnitus is endless.

After checking the condition of the room, he crawled on the floor, took off his noble coat, and tried to dress himself up as sloppily and dirty as possible, so that he looked more like a commoner, no, a refugee.

He carefully avoided the noise at home, trying to get to the backyard from a place where no one could see him, and then escape from this almost empty mansion.

No matter where he passed, this mansion that made him feel happy and stable since he was born had become completely unrecognizable.

Anything that was slightly valuable was looted.

Even the vases and the flowers in the vases were not spared.

The cage was opened, leaving only the broken feathers of the canary and the broken wings stained with blood.

He found a broken vase, stuffed his head into the base of the vase like a dog, and desperately drank water to moisten his throat, regardless of whether the water mixed with mud was clean or not.

Finally alive.

Then, he looked around the room without even wiping his mouth.

The cabinets were broken and ransacked. Even the maids' clothes were torn out and scattered on the ground, with footprints on them.

Perhaps they were stained with too much dirt, so no one picked them up.

He supported himself on the broken floor with his hands, slowly got up from his crawling state, and listened further to the movement outside.

The corridor that he could glimpse from the corner of his eye was in a mess, stained with mud, blood and sticky things.

"..."

After making sure it was safe, he took cautious steps.

However, when he was about to go outside, he stepped on something soft.

He lowered his head and picked it up in a daze, not caring whether it was a dangerous and unnecessary action at this time.

It was his sister's ribbon.

He recognized it.

It was his sister's most commonly used hair accessory.

Although it was not particularly gorgeous, his sister liked it very much because it was his birthday gift to her.

Picking up the ribbon, the pungent smell on it made his hands tremble.

After a brief struggle, he threw away the ribbon as if he had been electrocuted, and looked forward again.

He secretly peeked through the window of the corridor to the back of the courtyard, and confirmed that those guys had temporarily left the vicinity. He held his heartbeat and nimbly climbed over the window more than one meter high.

The sky was a dirty red.

It was hard to tell whether it was morning or dusk.

His shadow stretched long, and he used the position trained by the family knights to stick to the wall to hide his shadow.

When he was five or six years old, he was considered to have outstanding talent, and even the knights who trained him were quickly defeated by him.

If not, he probably wouldn't have hoped to hide himself and find an opportunity to escape today.

He slowly moved along the wall and aimed at the courtyard next door.

As expected.

The mansion next door was also a sea of ​​fire with black smoke.

He subconsciously didn't dare to look up.

Because if he looked up, he would see the inhuman thing on the top of his own mansion——

"He can't run far. He's just a kid of a few years old. There's absolutely no hope for him to escape today."

"Catch him and cut him open, just like his parents! Hang him on the roof of the mansion for public display!"

"Their family has royal blood. Are we going too far?"

"It has come to this. That's why we have to carry it through to the end."

"Never let go of the remnants of the Marquis's family!"

The sound of searching footsteps made him hold his breath again.

"..."

His eyes were sore. At this point, he felt that it would be the best choice to give up running and commit suicide.

This way, he would not be afraid or in pain.

The fire that came from nowhere could not be extinguished, causing his cheeks to sting.

The surging momentum echoed the catastrophe.

Just by listening to the sound, he seemed to see his father's head being chopped off and his mother's clothes being torn off. He also heard with his own ears that his sister on the floor became dying in the crying and screaming, slowly losing her vitality and no longer breathing.

He was only a nine-year-old boy, and his shoulders could no longer support him.

As long as he lost everything, he would feel relaxed.

It should have been like this.

Just one wrong step would lead to hell on earth.

Why was he still trying to survive?

The boy's eyes reflected the flames of the sky, observing the actions of the burners, killers and looters.

His bloodstained lips were no longer tightly pursed, but revealed a smile of release.

The half-sad and half-joyful voice made him sound like he was crying and laughing.

…

Twenty years passed in a flash.

The dawn was slightly exposed, and the streets of Brillda had already awakened.

A ray of golden sunlight passed through the clouds and fell on the sparkling waves of the Grande River.

The prosperity and beauty of this reborn heart of the empire were no less than any city along the mountains and coasts of the empire.

The statue of the hero stood solemnly, waiting for the annual grand celebration.

The towering buildings and strong artistic atmosphere were spread in every corner of Brillda.

The Krewe Memorial Square in the center of the city-state is surrounded by white monuments and dark gray statues of the first generation of military gods in different styles.

At the end of November, the consecutive festivals will make Brillda lively.

From time to time, a glimmer of morning light, a scent of roses, or a soft music played by an artist will be reflected on the wide streets, like the chirping of birds in the greenhouse. Even at sunrise, the city-state looks like a pure heaven.

The sun rises higher and higher.

Until the ancient sundial in the monastery at the southernmost side of the city-state points to nine o'clock in the morning.

"What a beautiful day today is."

Many students of St. Krewe Monastery are leaving the monastery area in a hurry and heading to the Krewe Memorial Square in the city center.

"I've been waiting for this day for a year. I want to have a great time."

"That's right."

His companion echoed,

"Today, His Majesty the Emperor will personally review the cavalry regiment. This is the twentieth year after the mourning day. The scene must be spectacular."

At the big station of St. Clement's Abbey, a group of young students were discussing.

"It's a pity that Ursula and Elsa couldn't be called out today. They said they could just watch the broadcast of Brillda Broadcasting Company in the abbey. It would be great to see it with their own eyes."

"Maybe Ursula, as the eldest daughter of the Roland Marquis family, her family also suffered a bloodbath..."

"Let's talk about the new rumors about Professor Landry and his cat wife!"

They realized that they had talked about sensitive topics, so they coughed and stopped talking about their friends' family backgrounds, and turned to the most relaxed and interesting things again.

"What, there is a new version?"

Then there was laughter again.

At this moment, they were going to the square in front of the Saint-Astrius Palace in the center of Blierda, 600 meters north of the Cross of Holworth where the Imperial Special Operations Office was located.

Therefore, the Imperial Special Operations Office was once nicknamed the "Royal Dog Leg Guard". Compared with the guards who were specifically responsible for maintaining the interior of the palace, the Imperial Special Operations Office would never tolerate any enemy who tried to endanger the security of the empire, and its deterrent power was greater.

The Royal Saint-Astrius Palace was originally ordered to be built by Hoffman I, the monarch of the Cremon Empire. From the 15th to the 17th century of the solar calendar, the Saint-Astrius Palace was the main residence of the monarch of the Cremon Empire.

The Saint-Astrius Palace was built of red bricks, which is a typical architectural style of the Cyros Dynasty.

The palace has four branch halls, namely the Envoy Courtyard, the Divine Courtyard, the Color Courtyard and the Bright Courtyard. The main building has a throne room for major ceremonies such as coronation.

The famous ceremony of blessing the twelve military gods is held in the Cremona Memorial Square in front of the Saint-Astrius Palace, praying for the twelve military gods and the annual blessing of the god of war and sword.

The most famous interior of the Saint-Astrius Palace is the Royal Chamber, which was once the place where the emperor of the Cremona Empire met with ministers and received foreign envoys.

The chamber is decorated with luxurious tapestries and paintings from the Seros Dynasty. Another important room is the throne room designed by the ancient artist Plance Jonville of the Empire. The niches at both ends are filled with busts of monarchs of the Cremona Empire. The murals on both sides of the corridor depict the townscape of the Age of Gods in the Book of Genesis. There are also maid lounges and standing armories.

Many important ceremonies, such as the welcome ceremony for state visits and the wedding banquets for royal family members, are held here. The coronation ceremony of the current King of the Cremon Empire, Saint Bardo the Great, was held here.

"Did you know? The ceremony process and tradition of the official "Military Parade" on the National Day of the Cremon Empire are divided into two parts."

There are also students from the Saint Cremon Monastery who have passed by and popularize knowledge to their friends like history teachers.

"The morning is a regular celebration and a military parade."

"Usually, after the regular celebration in the morning, there is a lunch break, and the military god protection ceremony begins at 3 pm, which is held on the Grand Avenue in front of the Saint Astrie Palace."

"The whole ceremony lasts about two hours."

According to the process of previous years.

First, the Royal Horse Guards assembled, and 1,400 guards, 200 cavalry and 400 military band members from the Royal Horse Guards assembled in front of the Saint Astrie Palace.

During the Royal Horse Guards review, the Royal Horse Guards were reviewed by the Royal Colonel, and the Royal Colonel was held by a member of the royal family.

Then, the Emperor and the royal family arrived in a carriage. The King set out from Saint-Astré Palace in a royal carriage, passed through the parade ground, and took his seat in the royal stand.

Other members of the royal family followed in carriages.

The Emperor, protected by the Guards, inspected the Royal Horse Guards on horseback as the military band played the music of "Royal Flame".

The flag bearer took his place. The flag bearer set out from Saint-Astré Palace on horseback, holding the swaying and fluttering flag of the cavalry regiment, and arrived at the parade ground. The military band played "Guselos March".

Each company marched in a military flag formation. To the sound of military music, each company of the cavalry regiment marched along the parade ground. Each square was led by an officer and a military band, and finally lined up on Grand Avenue. The morning parade ended.

Afternoon.

The Royal Horse Guards parade, the climax of the parade was the Royal Horse Guards passing in front of Saint-Astré Palace to pay tribute to the Emperor.

Then the God of War attended and the blessing ceremony began.

The national anthem was played throughout the venue, and the Royal Mechanics Corps flew over the sky.

In the closing steps, the royal family members returned to the Palace of Saint-Astrie by carriage or horse, and the God of War could also leave.

Finally, at sunset, the royal family members greeted the people on the open-air balcony of the Palace of Saint-Astrie.

The celebration reached its climax with the aerobatic performance of the Royal Mechanics Corps.

The historical tradition of the military parade is to show the power of the royal family and army of the Cremon Empire and inspire the patriotic enthusiasm of the people. The military flag is held by different regiments every year. A large number of people will gather in front of the Palace of Saint-Astrie and along the way to watch the military parade, which will be broadcast nationwide and even paid attention to by the kingdoms in the north. It has become an important cultural tradition of the Cremon Empire.

And Brillda, who was able to go to the scene, was even more fortunate.

"It would be great if we could meet the professor."

Although the students chatted about gossip, they still liked the professor who came to the Abbey of Saint-Cremon this year.

"Someone invited the professor, but the professor said he had to do something important today. I don't know why he had to work overtime on the National Day."

"He is such a workaholic that he didn't take a break during the Lunar Festival, and he continued to work overtime on the National Day. To be honest, I don't think I've ever seen him take a break."

"It always feels like he has no time to die."

A student sighed.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"But Professor Landry sometimes looks like he will calmly face death for some things, the kind that no one can persuade him to do, don't you think?"

"Don't..."

In front of the platform, the students' words were gradually covered by the city's magic rail train that whizzed past and entered the platform.

"Dear passengers, the Hallworth rail train has entered St. Clement Abbey Station. The next stop is Wilton Station. It will arrive at the terminal station - Hallworth North in thirty minutes."

Accompanied by the announcement, people got on and off the train.

The iron door of the train closed and slowly accelerated towards the center of Brillda.

At this time, on the other side

At the Palace of Saint-Astrius, the palace's ceremonial officers have been busy since the morning.

They wiped every piece of silverware to ensure that it sparkled in the sunlight, carefully ironed every tablecloth until there was no wrinkle, and picked the most colorful roses in the garden to decorate the corners in need.

The entire Palace of Saint-Astrius has taken on a new vitality.

The Royal Horse Guards assembled in front of the palace.

They wore bright red uniforms and heroic black high bearskin hats. The horses neighed under them and pawed the ground with their hooves, as if they also felt the difference today.

Four hundred military band members held musical instruments, ready to play the celebratory music at any time.

The streets of the Manhot district in the center of Brielda were already crowded with people who came to watch the ceremony.

Even the area around the Brielda Opera House, two kilometers away from the palace, was jammed.

The clock struck ten, and the celebration officially began.

The royal colonel in gorgeous clothes walked up to the Horse Guards and began the review.

He glanced at each soldier, making sure they were impeccably groomed.

The soldiers stood at attention and saluted, not looking away.

Then, with the sound of hooves and wheels, the royal carriage carrying Saint Bardo the Great slowly drove out of the Palace of Saint Astrid.

The carriage was painted with gold and the patterns of the Cyrus Empire were painted on it. The four white horses were so white that they seemed to be walking on clouds.

The emperor was wearing a crimson military uniform today, and the medal on his chest was shining in the scorching sun.

He waved to the cheering people with a warm smile on his face.

Behind him, the queen and other royal members also rode in carriages, waving to the people politely.

The crowd responded to Emperor Saint Bardo with cheers like a flash flood.

After getting out of the car, San Baldo strolled up to the Royal Horse Guards, his military boots making a crisp sound in the square.

The cavalry were motionless, like sculptures.

Emperor Saint Baldo inspected the troops as usual and glanced at each cavalryman.

Emperor Creation, who is about fifty years old, is holding a sword. This legendary sword of the heroic spirit of Seiros will make people feel that he is protected by his ancestors and is no less powerful than the eighth-level strongest. Those in the history of the empire The royal spirits above seemed to have turned into phantoms to guard behind him.

The cavalrymen stared intently, surging with passion and fighting spirit.

The Royal Military Band played "Royal Salute" on time, and the majestic music echoed in the square.

The sound of the trumpet was loud and long, seeming to penetrate the sky, the drums were sonorous and powerful, striking people's hearts, and the melodies of the bangpi and flute were cheerful and jumping, conveying the joy of the National Day ceremony into the hearts of the people.

The music is sometimes low and sometimes high, sometimes soothing and sometimes exciting.

The music stopped abruptly, and the cavalrymen in bright red uniforms rode to the front stage.

He held the reins in one hand and held a flying military flag high in the other.

The military flag is embroidered with the emblem of the cavalry regiment, a roaring lion, symbolizing the bravery and unyielding cavalry of the Creation Empire.

The cavalrymen held their heads high, looked ahead, and walked slowly across the square to pay high respect to Emperor San Bardo.

Immediately afterwards, phalanx after phalanx, the cavalry regiment began to march in columns.

They lined up neatly, their horses marching in unison.

The iron hoofs hit the ground, making a thumping sound, and the earth trembled.

The cavalry are tall and straight, with a neat military appearance and heroic appearance.

Under the winter light approaching noon, their sabers and badges sparkled, dazzling.

Waves of cheers erupted from the crowd, mixed with shouts of "Long live His Majesty Saint Bardo".

The national flag and the royal flag fluttered among the crowd, forming a sea of ​​gold and red.

Emperor Saint Bardo looked at the soldiers with loving kindness in his eyes.

These loyal guards are his most solid backing, the cornerstone of the Creation Empire, and the mainstay of maintaining his regime.

Even though the morning parade was coming to an end, the crowds showed no signs of retreating.

If you give up a good viewing spot at this time, you may not have the chance to reach the same location again in the afternoon.

The cavalry lined up and gathered again in the center of the square.

With an order, all the cavalrymen saluted Emperor San Baldo at the same time.

Emperor Saint Baldo returned the greeting, looked around the square, and raised his hands in greeting to the cheering crowd.

His expression was solemn and solemn, but the fine lines at the corners of his eyes revealed a smile.

The bloodbath of twenty years ago has long passed.

When people see the light of success, they forget the darkness of the means.

Under his control, the Creation Empire was taking step after step towards invincibility in an orderly manner.

…

Under the clear sky, you can see a blue and bright color when you look up.

The scorching sun is high and the eyes are dazzling red.

In winter, the afternoon sun rarely makes people feel warm on their skin, and the sound of water in the canal connecting the south of the city is clear and melodious.

When the bell rang at three o'clock in the afternoon, the entire city of Brilda was boiling.

From Brighton Tower on the south bank of the Grand River to the Imperial Parliament Building on the north bank, from Greenwich Park in the east to Heidelberg Gardens in the west, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere.

The square in front of Brighton Tower was crowded and bustling.

Citizens dressed in festive costumes, singing and laughing, resounded in the sky.

"Dear people of Creja."

St. Baldo-Hoffmann the Great stood on the terrace of the Royal Palace of St. Astri, facing the cheering crowd outside in the square below.

Wearing his morning attire, he raised a hand to signal silence.

Gradually, the cheers died down, and everyone held their breath, waiting for his speech.

"Today is the National Day of our great Creation Empire. At this special moment, on behalf of the royal family, I would like to extend my most sincere holiday blessings to you."

The powerful voice of Saint Baldo began to speak,

"The past year has been an extraordinary year. Our Creation Empire has achieved world-renowned achievements in various fields. Our economic prosperity, our technological progress, and our cultural prosperity. All of this embodies The wisdom and sweat of all the people of Creij. As your monarch, I am extremely proud to have such a hard-working, brave and talented people.”

There was constant applause from the crowd.

San Baldo smiled and waited for the applause to subside before continuing to speak.

"However, we must not be complacent because of our current achievements. Looking back on the history of the Creja Empire, we have experienced countless ups and downs and challenges. It is precisely because of the concerted efforts and selfless dedication of the Creja people from generation to generation that our country Only then can we stand among the nations of the world and enjoy the happy life we ​​have today.”

"Looking to the future, we still have many tasks to complete and many difficulties to overcome. But I firmly believe that with your support and dedication, and with the courage and wisdom of our Cretan people, we will surely overcome all difficulties and obstacles and build the Cretan Empire into a more prosperous and powerful country."

The words of Saint Bardo the Great were sonorous and powerful, and many citizens were excited and straightened their chests.

"Dear Cretan people, let us go hand in hand and work tirelessly for the comprehensive offensive of the Cretan Empire. Let us work together to create more brilliant achievements in the new year. Let us wish together that the Cretan Empire will prosper and the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe! May the God of War and Sword protect our twelve military gods, and wish them to prosper in military fortune, and win victory for all the people of our Cretan Empire in this special year!"

His voice became louder and louder, and the crowd burst into thunderous responses.

"Long live Saint Bardo the Great! Long live the Krewe Empire!"

The people of Krewe shouted in unison, over and over again.

The applause lasted for a long time, and Saint Bardo the Great raised his hand to greet the people.

The sound slowly died down again.

Everyone knew that at this moment, one of the most important ceremonies of the day, the Twelve Military Gods' Blessing Ceremony, would be held in the sacred Krewe Memorial Square.

The bell that had already rung was struck twelve more times, and the door of the Godly Cathedral on the side of the Krewe Memorial Square slowly opened.

That was another exit connecting to the "Godly Hall" space of the Imperial Army Headquarters, and it was also a ceremonial ancient relic building that the Krewe Empire had preserved for many years.

Inside the door of the Godly Cathedral, the golden light from inside the door almost illuminated the entire square.

The people held their breath and stared at the door intently, waiting for the legendary Twelve Military Gods to appear.

Not long.

The indigo-haired young man ran out in a hurry, waving to everyone with a smile.

It seemed that he was a little slow in his reaction. He should have come out earlier, but he realized that he should come out after being reminded by other military gods, so he started to jog.

He was tall and slender, wearing a long cloak like wings. The cloak fluttered gently, with a faint light of light blue and white, as if it was a fragment peeled off from the clouds in the sky. The end of the cloak was like an angel's wing. Every time the breeze fluttered, people would mistakenly think that he was about to fly, and his light steps were as unrestrained as feathers drifting in the wind.

The young man had a young and energetic face, and his refreshing indigo short hair shone in the sun, and his hair danced with the wind.

He was the first military god, Diamond Seat Hecintus.

"Look, that's Lord Hecintos, the first military god!"

"He looks so young, so handsome, so sunny!"

"He's a little cute, what should I do?"

The people were talking excitedly, especially the girls, their voices merged into one, and even reached Hecintos in the square.

Hecintos stopped, turned to face the people, and bowed deeply.

The square suddenly became much quieter.

Then, even more enthusiastic voices broke out.

Hecintos didn't communicate too much with the people.

The salute just now without any arrogance and posture was better than any words.

He stood under the diamond throne of the Cremorne Memorial Square, waiting for the other military gods to arrive.

Behind the door of the God's Cathedral.

Another figure walked out.

His steps were much steadier than Hecintos's, neither hurried nor slow, and he didn't care about any sound or atmosphere in the square, just walking on his own.

The man held a black-bladed imperial sword, wore cloth armor, and his long black hair was tied into a high ponytail.

His appearance made the surrounding air condense, and the chill around him instantly made the temperature outside the square seem to drop by several degrees.

The noise outside the square also cooled down quickly, and no one dared to disturb the military god who had a completely different temperament from Hecintos.

He stopped in front of the Obsidian Seat.

He stood still with his sword in his arms and his eyes closed. His slightly opened eyes were sharp, but he followed Hecintos on the side with concentration.

When the people saw the second military god, the Obsidian Seat, Salon, the discussion started again.

"That's General Salon, the first swordsman in the empire who has never been defeated outside the empire."

"Other military gods are not his opponents. In his opinion, being a military god should be a very boring thing. He has been looking for a strong man to fight all his life."

"Don't talk, don't talk."

The voice didn't continue for long.

The third military god, the Sardonyx Seat, Geyat, came out.

Everyone knows that although Geyate is so powerful that even the cardinal of the Resurrection Church may not be able to match him, there is a huge gap between him and the second military god, Obsidian Saron, who will not even challenge Geyate.

Geyate is wearing a long black robe and holding a mechanical agate staff. His handsome and cold face and indifferent eyes can be vaguely seen in the winter, flashing with arrogance that looks down on all living beings.

"Humph."

Geyate sneered at the public's discussion and came to the Seat of Twisted Agate.

"Don't be so angry, Geyate, there are few people in the world who are stronger than you, and those who are stronger than you are exceptions."

The fourth military god, Jasper, who came after, comforted Geyate with a smile.

She can fight with the bishops of the Resurrection Church who are at the forefront of the frontal combat power, but she does not have a stronger suppression power like Geyate.

Jasper's height of 1.8 meters is not inferior even to that of male military gods, and his long black hair is neatly tied behind his head.

What attracted the attention of the people outside the square was her mechanical prosthetic eye.

She was not only the strongest mechanic in the empire, but also had some traces of transformation.

"That's Lord Jasper."

"As expected of the Jade Seat, those eyes, one is as gentle as autumn water, and the other is as sharp as ice, they are really unique."

The people began to discuss the strongest mechanical pioneer in the empire.

Jasper was obviously much better tempered than the previous two military gods. Even if she was discussed, she would not mind anything and would smile.

She stood in front of the Jade Seat in the Cretan Memorial Square and joined Hecintos, Salon and Geyat. The four of them were like four unshakable mountains, which made the people of Cretan stand in awe.

"Oh, it's really a headache. I, a doctor, have to attend this kind of event every year..."

A subtle complaint floated from the corner of his mouth.

The doctor in a simple white coat walked out of the Cathedral of the Gods at a leisurely pace.

Under his short silver hair was a smiling face with narrowed eyes. He complained, but it didn't seem to bother him.

Even in such a grand occasion, he still carried a dark golden medicine box on his back.

It was his equipment and responsibility.

"Since the imperial military god's blessing ceremony does not restrict the military god's dress according to tradition, they can dress in the most accustomed attire on the battlefield, so sometimes there will be strong people like Dr. Lujiade."

"Don't look at him like this, he is the fifth military god, Mica Seat, and his existence itself is a dose of heart tonic."

Lujiade stood in front of the Mica Seat, heard the people's discussion, smiled slightly, and nodded to them.

His eyes swept across the crowd, as if to confirm everyone's health.

"It's the High Priest of Aquamarine!"

"The High Priest of the Moon God!"

The reverent voice immediately welcomed the next military god.

The sixth military god, Aquamarine Violet, appeared in front of everyone.

She looked about thirty years old, with an indescribable mature charm. Her long dark blue hair shone with a deep and full luster under the midday sun, making her skin as smooth as white jade. The purple eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows were as clear as water, but they also contained a storm, making people dare not stare at her too much.

Violet heard the voices of the people and had a gentle smile on her lips.

She stopped at the Seat of Water Jade, turned to face the people, and performed a perfect priestly ceremony.

This action instantly made the whole audience silent, and they were all impressed by her grace.

"So beautiful."

"The High Priest of the Moon God is the best in the world!"

"The Principal is the best!"

The people of Brillda were in a boiling state again. The students of St. Cremorne Monastery mixed in the citizens followed Violet's figure with their eyes, competing to tell her legendary deeds.

A few seconds later.

The arrival of Philip, the Seat of Blood Jade of the Seventh Military God, changed the atmosphere of the entire square again.

It seemed as if a fireball flew out of the Cathedral of the Gods, hitting the center of the square, and a deafening roar and raging flames erupted.

In the flames, Philip's figure gradually appeared.

He was wearing dark red heavy armor, and his cloak was blood-red, fluttering in the wind.

Philip strode forward, and a hot air flow was lingering around him. The air was twisted and deformed, and it would burn at any time.

People looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

Just as Philip arrived at the Blood Jade Seat, Kangzel, who was sitting on the White Gold Seat of the Eighth Military God, followed closely behind.

He looked nearly forty years old, but he had a stronger physique than anyone else.

Kangzel's eyebrows were full of firmness and righteousness, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He was two meters tall and wore mechanical plate armor that was the crystallization of the Empire's magic engineering. His left and right wrists were covered with a thick layer of metal, which perfectly matched his skin, and the complex mechanical structure underneath could be vaguely seen.

His appearance immediately made the people calm and lively again. As the most reliable shield of Krein in the empire, Kangzel is a symbol of peace of mind.

Behind Kangzel, the silent figure had walked to the square without knowing when.

He has a perfect face and an upright figure. His short dark purple hair is neatly combed back. He wears a straight military uniform. The shoulder and armbands shine with golden tassels, which makes him look extraordinary.

His blue eyes are calm and sharp, like a bottomless lake, but they emit a sharp light faintly, which makes people dare not look at him.

When the people saw the ninth military god Ryan, there was another commotion.

Most of them were praises.

Marquis Ryan Roland was rarely criticized for his military achievements or upright style. As a nobleman, he rarely had the airs of a nobleman. He was more strict with himself and more lenient with others.

Ryan nodded slightly to express his gratitude for the voices of the people.

"Tsk, so noisy."

The 10th God of War, the Red Tourmaline Seat, Julius, smacked his lips and walked straight to the direction where he was going to receive the blessing.

He looked the youngest among the Gods of War, with a slightly messy dark red hair. He was wearing a family uniform, and the tie and accessories that he rarely wore were all worn at this moment.

"Don't be angry, Julius, it's such a good day today."

The faint sandalwood scent that shouldn't have appeared in the square wafted in, and the 11th God of War, the Emerald Seat, Simonro, landed beside Julius.

He had a gentle face, and the light golden priest robe was embroidered with exquisite emerald green patterns. His eyes were pure silver, as if he could see through everything in the world, and he also hid indescribable wisdom and compassion.

"Yes, Julius, be happy!"

Bianca, the 12th Army God Cat's Eye Seat, ran out and patted Simonro on the shoulder, then overtook and patted Julius.

"Why are you always so happy?"

Julius looked back in surprise, not angry at all. He just had a bad temper, but he was not an idiot. He had a good relationship with most military gods.

As the only orc war god in the empire, Bianca's cat ears and long tail are always particularly eye-catching.

Her long orange hair was spread over her shoulders, and a full set of dark green leather armor outlined her beautiful figure.

The three of them chatted without discipline and came to wait under the seats of the last three imperial military god gems.

The twelve military gods, like twelve sharp swords, shine in the wind.

Here they are.

The whole square fell into silence.

Everyone can feel the solemnity of this moment.

Emperor Saint Bardo slowly stood up from his throne and walked to the edge of the stand.

Facing the statue of the knight of the God of War and Swords at the end of the Creation Memorial Square, he slowly drew out his Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros and pointed the tip of the sword towards the sky.

At this moment, everyone in the square stared.

They knew the big moment was coming.

"The ancestors are above, protecting the people."

"In the name of God, grant me a sharp blade!"

Saint Baldo began to recite the prayers of Cyrus.

His voice was loud and solemn, and every word was full of respect and prayer for the gods of war and swords. He prayed to the military gods to protect the empire and grant the imperial army supreme courage and strength. The military gods would lead the empire to the future. A more brilliant future.

Along with the prayers of Emperor Saint Bardo, the statues of the first-generation military gods seemed to shine in the prayers, and their armor was about to crack and shine.

Until the light fully blooms, piercing the sky, the twelve rays of light converge in the center of the sky, forming a sky-like curtain-like light array of the Gods. The seal and emblem of the first-generation military god is the God of War and Sword’s influence on this land since the Gods. The recognition of the Kingdom of God who believes in Him is also a response to the sincere prayers of his people.

The brilliance of the Age of Gods slowly descended and enveloped the heads of the twelve military gods.

Each military god felt the power of blessing gradually approaching him. During this period, they would receive unparalleled protection, but they could not move away even half a step.

…

North side of Brilda.

This is the urban area where no one has noticed.

The medium-sized magic energy vehicle drove smoothly on the street and arrived near the city hall.

Through the one-way glass of the car window, you can see the excitement and joy on the faces of the people on the street. They are watching the giant screen on the building. They are all obviously rejoicing for the grand blessing ceremony in the square.

However, the expressions of the dozen or so figures in the car were serious.

"The protection has begun."

The leader, Lan Qi, held the sacred communication magic card in his hand.

"The twelve military gods are all protected by ancient inheritance and national defense barriers, and are temporarily unable to move."

"This is our surest chance."

As they chatted, they could see the real-time situation on the Creation Memorial Square in front of the palace through the broadcast.

"After we go underground, we will rely on the Empire's Special Operations Division led by Director Nicholas and the High Priest Violet, who will end his protection in more than an hour."

Abigail, a master of magical engineering in the imperial space and director of the Brilda Opera House, gave them the final explanation.

Today she is the logistics commander in chief.

Since Lan Qi needs to personally participate in the battle, she may not be able to complete the command most of the time. More often, the command and support work is left to her who blocks the door with Patton in the rear.

Her mission is to provide real-time information to the attack team, build a temporary camp for the attack team, and ensure that everyone can return to the ground smoothly after the attack is completed.

"Well, Abigail, thank you for your hard work later."

Lan Qi thanked her.

In the last two weeks, Kestrel Nicholas has successfully become the new director of the Empire's Special Operations Division. He will support them on the ground today, and may lead a team down to help them block the door at any time, and he, Landry The professor also got his wish and became the long-awaited leader of the Imperial New Energy Agency Committee.

"Secretary Naira temporarily lent her own [Super Remote Communication Program-8] to the Sixth Army God Violet today."

Lan Qi informed several people.

This ensures that even if they fall into Blood Moon City in another space, they can grasp the situation at the core location on the ground in real time.

At the same time, she can contact Violet on the ground across space, so that she can know the situation and changes underground. If she needs to cover up to intercept the vampires, she can be ready to take action immediately.

As long as today's battle against Blood Moon City can be won.

This disaster in the Creja Empire caused by the vampires will surely be quelled by their growing Silver Moon Restoration Alliance.

"You combatants are the most dangerous, and I will do my best to guard the rear for you."

Abigail looked at everyone and nodded.

The vehicle gradually slowed down and stopped in front of the city hall.

The car door slid open silently, and they filed out, their movements clean and neat, making no sound.

"You are..."

The military guard at the entrance to the first floor of Brilda City Hall opened his lips slightly, trying to scream, but no sound came out.

Their bodies slowly collapsed, fell to the ground, and fell into a deep sleep.

The same scene played out in every corner of the city hall.

The staff who were working hard fell down one by one before they realized what was happening, like puppets with their strings cut.

In less than half a second, the whole hall fell into a strange silence, with only the ticking of the clock continuing, as if nothing had happened.

They walked into the hall with a normal look, their steps were calm, and they knew the place well.

They walked through corridors in the luxurious interior, went downstairs, until they reached the inner side of an office on the first floor of the basement, opened another door, and walked in.

Just by walking here, you can feel the fluctuation of space.

As long as you find the right spatial node, even an eighth-level non-space system like Ifatia can sneak in.

And they have the dimensional bishop Toliado.

With a light stroke of Toliado's finger, the space was opened like a zipper.

In the palace forgotten by time hidden deep underground in the Kreihe Empire, only the power of the blood clan can subtly cast a hazy blood-red moonlight on this foggy space.

That was the power center buried deep underground.

Before they took the initiative to break in.

A sudden red light enveloped them, and the dazzling red illuminated the faces of every figure in the darkness.

"Here we come."

Before Lanqi finished speaking, the space gravity of the barrier on the ground appeared out of thin air, bursting with dazzling blood and deafening roars, engulfing them.

This was the reception of Blood Moon City that Lanqi had experienced several times!

Instead of letting the blood clan sneak in, it would be better to take the initiative to pull them in and take the initiative to fight!

A gravity came, and everyone fell suddenly!

The distorted space sometimes extended and sometimes compressed, and the sound of the wind whistled in the ears, as if thousands of evil spirits were roaring and screaming.

...

The center of Blood Moon City.

The castle stood, and the obsidian outer wall flashed with cold light.

The main hall of the meeting hall of the Blood King's Palace was cold and dim, and the candlelight on the dome replaced the light.

The center of this illustrious hall was occupied by a banquet table. On the thirteen high-backed chairs on both sides, scarlet gemstone totems symbolized their owners.

"They are here after all."

Marquis Helitiel sat on the seventh chair, his ten fingers flat on his legs, his eyes closed, as quiet as a rock.

There were only three figures in the Blood King's Palace at this time.

And the one opposite her was not a vampire.

They all seemed to be in no hurry. Withered Bishop Nedochika was playing chess with Helitiel.

There was also a tall man with purple eyes standing behind the Withered Bishop.

"I didn't expect that the Duchess could find so many companions. It's incredible."

Bishop Nedochika pinched the chess piece and fell down, muttering to himself in surprise.

She looked surprised, but in fact she was not nervous at all.

The seventh ancestor Marquis Helitiel listened to Nedochika's words and just glanced at the chessboard.

The only candle flame was not enough to illuminate Helitiel, but instead turned her image into darkness, with only the teardrop mole under her eyes clearly visible.

"It seems that everything is within your preparation."

Helitiel knew that Nedochika had vaguely manipulated the sacrifice of the Son of Decay, deliberately letting the expected enemy know that the Decayed Branch had joined the war.

But the Withered Branch had never revealed any traces in Brillda.

Deliberately selling this false information to potential enemies can mislead the enemy into thinking that it is likely that only the Decayed Branch is helping the vampires.

If the Withered Branch joins the war at this time, it will cause a fatal imbalance in combat power.

Not to mention that they have other ancestors returning.

"Okay, I should go to my battlefield. I hope to assign me an opponent who is not too strong. After all, I am not very good at frontal combat."

The Withered Bishop Nedochika looked reluctantly at the chess that had not been finished on the long table, and stood up.

The seventh ancestor Helitiel must have been manipulating the invaders to fall into the "most suitable" battlefield.

And she should go there to deal with her opponent.

"Don't worry, your opponent has zero percent chance of winning against you in the Faded Palace."

Helitier said.

"That's really exaggerated, how can he be so powerful."

Withered Bishop Nedochika laughed like a silver bell.

She patted the man's arm as she walked past his shoulder.

"Holy Son, go hunt your enemies, prove your strength to me, and you will be one step closer to your ultimate goal - 'arrest me'."

She said to Colonel McCree of the Capital Garrison Command, who was also her Holy Son, with a hint of provocation.

"..."

The young man with gray hair and purple eyes didn't say anything, but turned around with his sunglasses and slowly disappeared in the shadows.

...

The void was flashing with bright and scarlet light, turning into a distorted and strange world.

Above the Blood Moon City, countless silver birds flew in all directions. They were Abigail's mechanical messengers, which could gather the panoramic view of Blood Moon City to Abigail, so that she could share the latest situation with other members through communication devices.

The surrounding scene fell rapidly upwards, and the originally dark void suddenly appeared colorful, rotating and changing like a kaleidoscope.

The wooden house buildings were intertwined with the stone walls like an ancient castle. The buildings were like a magic cube embedded in the night. Inverted and crooked buildings kept passing by, completely ignoring the law of gravity.

"Brother!"

Toliado's voice was particularly sharp in the wind. He grabbed Lanqi's shoulders tightly and tried to use space magic to resist the guidance mechanism of Blood Moon City.

He was the closest demon to Ranchi when he was trapped in the barrier. The other members had disappeared without a trace.

"Are you ready?!"

Toliado asked Ranchi.

The vampire ancestors dispersed the enemies to give full play to the home defense advantage of Blood Moon City, sending the enemies to a more suitable opponent's home and defeating them one by one.

The planner was the seventh ancestor, Helitiel.

As a vampire astrologer, she would match the demons who fell into Blood Moon City to different branch halls, and the vampire marquis would fight.

The safest entrance to Blood Moon City is on the west side, with the Blood King's Palace in the center, and the other southeast and north directions are all branch halls ruled by the vampire marquis.

When Toliado came in, he had helped the space mechanical engineer Abigail stay on the west side of the entrance to build a camp, and left Hyperion and Barton to protect her, and also to protect Hyperion in the safest place.

"No problem, I lost one to Lachar and won three times, and I will win this time too."

Ranchi answered confidently.

This may be his last battle.

Blood Moon City has an absolutely powerful barrier. When falling, it will inevitably be dispersed because of passing through different space barriers. If there are no other vampires blocking the way, they can also go to other battlefields for support.

But everyone's opponent must be quite powerful, and there is almost no chance for people to end the battle and start roaming support.

Lan Qi was a little worried about Toliado. It was quite disadvantageous for Toliado to consume some mana at the beginning and force him to the third ancestor Duke Lachar.

"Okay."

Toliado stared at Lan Qi for a while, and his frown relaxed.

Although what he saw in Lan Qi's eyes was not as relaxed as usual, today he was also at the peak of his sense of faith and mission.

"Don't worry about me, go!"

Toliado let go of Lan Qi's arm and pushed him hard. With the twisting of the space magic, Lan Qi passed through the mirror and fell into a new area.

The space door closed, and Lan Qi and Toliado could no longer see each other.

"Thank you, Toliado."

Lan Qi muttered to himself and continued to fall alone.

The buildings around him became more and more dense, and the inverted cities pressed towards him.

"Oh? It turned out that you came to the Blood King's Palace?"

The teasing voice echoed around, like the declaration of God.

This voice was too familiar to Lan Qi, and he had heard it many times in the Mirror of Tiberius.

Although the degree of danger and unknownness of the Blood Moon City now may be completely different from the Blood Moon City in the Shadow World at the end of the Blood Moon Bad World, and if you are not careful, you will lose everything and be wiped out directly, but Lan Qi is ready to fight.

If no one in the other branch halls guarded by the Blood Marquis can defeat the Blood Marquis, the protection provided by the Blood King's Palace to Duke Lachar will not be lifted, and Lan Qi will not be able to hurt Lachar.

Last time, two absolutely powerful demons, Lord Merogas of Blasphemy and Lord Ogrin of Ten Thousand Power, could help him stably defeat the two branch halls. No matter how Marquis Helitier distributes them, these two demons will face the weaker blood marquis.

This time, Helitier has much more room to play.

Without asking them to win, Lanqi can only pray that all his friends are safe.

…

In the void storm of Blood Moon City.

Toliado slowly fell and stepped on the icy ground.

All around were black and blue.

If he felt right.

He should have come to the easternmost side of Blood Moon City.

It was even colder than the Chehan Hall in Lanqi's intelligence, which slowed his movements.

"Abigail, where am I? How are the others?"

Toliado used the sacred communication magic to contact the dimensional saint Abigail.

Only Abigail had the spare power to see the situation in all areas at any time. She left positioning props and special combat recording devices on everyone.

At the same time, she will also find a way to inform other members of the current progress of the assault and the support needed.

"You are the first to land, and the others have not yet landed. You have arrived at the Ice Stagnation Hall on the easternmost side of Blood Moon City, which is the farthest from the camp. Be careful!"

Abigail's voice came.

Although she usually hopes that Toliado will die, her voice today is rarely panicked.

The location where Helitiel led Toliado was very subtle.

Although Toliado can teleport away now, since the enemy has thrown him here, it means that they are not afraid of him leaving at all.

Once he starts to wander, other companions will definitely suffer.

And he must hold back a bad enemy here.

Before Toliado can continue to ask Abigail.

In the frozen hall, a figure walked, leaving a rhythmic sound of footsteps on the ground.

The middle-aged man wore a dark green researcher's dress and a top hat. His hair and beard were neatly arranged. He looked gentle and elegant, as if he had never experienced a battle.

"Toliado, it's a surprise to see you today."

The weak light in the hand of the rotten bishop Farmer casts a long shadow on him and around him.

The overly dark eyeliner adds a strong evil charm to him.

"If I can, I really don't want to fight you, Farmer."

Toliado answered with a stiff upper lip, ready to fight.

He has no means of recovery, and his high mobility may not be able to avoid Farmer's large-scale attacks.

The positions of the others are not known for the time being, so he can only find a way to delay Farmer first.

Otherwise, Farmer will collapse wherever he goes. Apart from Sigrid, I am afraid he is the only one who can barely withstand it.

…

The northernmost side of Blood Moon City.

There was a silver mechanical bird on the Ice Witch's shoulder, and she stayed here alone.

Darkness enveloped the once gorgeous courtyard.

"Miss Ice Witch, you have to be careful. The unknown land you are in is probably on the northernmost side of Blood Moon City. Its characteristic is to increase the speed of mana consumption. If the opponent is a vampire, it will only apply to you. If the opponent is not a vampire, it will only apply to you. Applicable to both parties!”

Abigail’s reminder lingered in the Ice Witch’s ears.

The dim moonlight shines through the thick clouds, and the broken stone path winds through the barren flower beds, like a road leading to chaos.

The messy blood-colored weeds swayed in the breeze, and they wantonly occupied the territory that might have originally belonged to roses, lilies, and hyacinths.

The dry fountain stood silently in the center of the courtyard, and the weathered statue was beyond recognition, leaving only the remains of Lu Li.

This is the palace beyond intelligence.

It's not one of the Soul Palace, Annihilation Palace, or Chehan Palace that I saw last time in the shadow world.

Just then.

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

Green light flashed quietly deep in the palace, and 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 the blink of an eye, a tree as tall as a man rises from the ground, a gap opens in the trunk, and a slim figure slowly emerges, 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.

"The legendary ice witch? You're even more beautiful than I imagined. I'm so happy to see you."

The light-haired, green-eyed woman who appeared in the palace smiled and clasped her hands together.

This made the Ice Witch tremble.

She looked at the cardinal warily.

"Blighted Bishop Niedochka..."

The ice witch instinctively did not want to look at the cardinal.

Their compatibility is not that bad. The problem is that the Withered Bishop is simply stronger than the Ice Witch. The Ice Witch can hardly threaten the Withered Bishop.

As time goes by, the Ice Witch will definitely be unable to win or escape.

It’s a slow battle to death.

…

The east side of Blood Moon City.

Another fierce battle has already taken place in the Chehan Palace guarded by the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.

The palace is located on a frozen lake, surrounded by a cold wind and ice crystals flying in the air.

The ice on the lake is several meters thick, and its surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the beautiful shadow of the palace.

"You actually chose me. You really have a grudge and a grudge."

Sigrid drew a series of afterimages in the air, and easily smashed the layers of ice barriers with a punch.

The palace itself is a bloody ice sculpture, and the vast space is dotted with crystal clear icicles. There are countless undercurrents hidden under the ice, which can drag intruders into the freezing abyss at any time.

The characteristic of the Cold Palace is that it will sometimes freeze intruders. Fortunately, Sigrid has high freezing resistance.

"I didn't expect you to be a wolf."

The seventh ancestor Harrithir remained in the virtual state, raised the black staff, and drew a star map in the sky.

She probably understands what Catholicism means.

This guy is a member of the wolf clan and has a feud with their blood clan, and the blood clan has indeed killed many wolves.

However, Harrithir did not go head-to-head with Sigrid, the strongest opponent, and only aimed to hold her back.

Except for her, every battlefield is a big disadvantage.

She held Sigrid here, and the opponent's fighting power would soon collapse like dominoes.

The more anxious Sigrid becomes, the less likely she will be able to catch her and escape from the cold palace.

The star map began to rotate slowly, and stars flew out from it, surrounding Sigrid the Overlord.

Sigrid waved her fist, and the stars would automatically adjust their positions, guiding Harrithir to the best dodge route while breaking Sigrid's balance.

And when Sigrid's fist strikes, the stars will release dazzling light to cancel it out.

"How annoying you are!"

Sigrid frowned when she saw that her attacks failed again and again.

The guy who bullied her casually in her dream could now be beaten violently by her, but the other guy just dragged her away, which made her feel angry.

If you think about it carefully, the Ice Witch is most suitable to fight in the Cold Palace, but Harritier will not let the Ice Witch come to the cold area east of Blood Moon City, but will throw the Ice Witch into the worst possible outcome. temple.

"No matter how anxious you are, it's useless. You have no special mechanism and only pure strength. For me, you are the best enemy to deal with."

Harrithir looked cold.

Although her divination power is powerful, her mana consumption is also very high.

The difficulty of holding Sigrid back was lower than expected.

Even if Sigrid's werewolf characteristics made her almost immortal with super recovery in Bloodmoon City, there would be no problem.

Harrithir's own mission was to hold Sigrid back in the Chehan Palace and give the advantage to the other four branch palaces, as well as the most critical Blood Palace.

The seventh ancestor Harrithir waved his staff, and the four walls of the palace suddenly began to move. Countless icicles protruded from the ground and walls, and the ice cone array kept changing its position and rushed towards Sigrid.

…

On the north side of Blood Moon City, in the Soul Hall, there are dead bones everywhere.

Countless wandering souls are wailing and groaning in the dark hall, the walls are covered with rusty chains and shackles, and the ground is scattered with bones and broken flesh.

Outside the hall is a barren land, covered with charred cracks, and even the earth can't bear the resentment here.

In the center of the hall, the altar emits a strange purple light, and an iron bell is hung in the center of several black stone pillars surrounding it. The bell body is covered with rust and cracks, and every ring will weaken the invader by half.

In this Soul Hall, the ninth ancestor Marquis Bernhard and Ifatia fought a desperate battle.

Ifatia felt that she was being weakened by the constant curse, which was the bad characteristic of the Soul Hall.

Although she is a curse master and has a high resistance to abnormal states of curses, she is not good at purifying and removing curses. She is already weaker than the ninth ancestor Marquis Bernhard, and now she is in a hard battle.

She looked at the Ninth Ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, who had transformed into a monster with eyeballs all over his body, and didn't know how to fight this thing.

The entire Soul Hall began to shake, the ground began to crack, and the stones on the walls fell off.

Countless ghosts poured out from the ground and the walls, screaming and circling over the hall.

"I heard that you have great potential, become a part of me."

The deformed body of the Ninth Ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, took heavy steps towards her.

"..."

Ifatia gritted her teeth.

In the battle records she heard about in the Shadow World, this guy was the first to fall, but when she faced him, the pressure was great.

She still needed time to grow.

If she was given another year, no, half a year, she guaranteed that she could easily beat Bernhard.

But now, she could only gamble on whether she could break through to the 87th bishop level in the battle.

She felt that she was very close to the bishop level since she was cured.

The Ninth Ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, suddenly accelerated and approached.

The runes on the altar became brighter, and purple lightning flashed through them, crackling in the air. The stone pillars around the altar began to shake, and the chains wrapped around them rustled and made a harsh sound.

Under the threat of death, Ifatia also knew that she had to fight.

"Damn it, for my loving family of demons, I'll fight you!"

Before she finished speaking, a magical power that made the ground tremble surged around her, dyeing the entire Soul Hall dark black, and countless bottomless cracks spread around like spider webs.

Then black curse flames gushed out from the ground, and Ifatia controlled these strange black flames to wreak havoc around the Ninth Ancestor, like an evil ghost demanding life, to burn this monster to ashes completely.

...

On the south side of Blood Moon City, dozens of kilometers away, a silver mechanical bird flew by.

The Extinction Hall, which was controlled by the Eighth Ancestor Somerset.

This hall is like an endless arena, surrounded by dark rocks, and the bright red gems on the rock walls are shining in the dim light.

The three great demons are cautiously on guard, and they are having a terrible encounter with the strongest warrior of the blood clan, the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset.

The three of them are too strong against spells and barriers, and Helitiel may not be sure where to send them successfully.

But by arranging the opponents of others, their opponents are also determined.

"The terrain of the Temple of Extinction can allow the eighth ancestor Somerset to hide his whereabouts."

Pranai said in a deep voice.

He knows the characteristics of each hall.

For the three of them, it is undoubtedly the worst thing to face a physical blood clan strongman here.

Shinora's spell counterattack is completely useless.

"Antanas, you hide last, you must stay alive."

Shinora observed the battlefield where the skeleton lord Damongate and the mercury lord Mishio had encountered before.

She actually had no confidence that she could fight the eighth ancestor Somerset head-on.

At this time, she could only fight hard.

The most important task for her and Pranai was to protect Antanas. As long as Antanas was not dead, the two of them could basically recover.

The moment the wind came, the figure of the eighth ancestor Somerset had already appeared.

Buzz!

The sound of metal explosions rang out.

Sinora tried her best to resist with her sickle, but Somerset's fist seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, easily shattering the shield imposed by Antanas. Sinora only felt a huge force coming, and even if she blocked it, she could not remove the attack. She was smashed into the cliff of the Temple of Extinction like a cannonball and sank deeply.

"Sinora!"

Antanas screamed and quickly cast a protective magic.

"Do you still have time to worry about her?"

But the eighth ancestor Somerset's pursuit was too fast, and the next second he came to her in front of Antanas's horrified eyes.

...

The west side of Blood Moon City.

At the entrance closest to the city hall of this super ancient underground city, the magic device cleverly imitated the blood moon to cast deep light and shadow.

The tall and heavy outlines of the buildings built of dark stones on both sides of the empty streets depicted the shadows of ancient art, lying quietly in this dark city, solidifying the dust of endless years.

At this time, the mechanical assistants floating around Abigail have begun to help her build a mechanical space barrier.

The small mechanical dolls connected their electric lights to form a dimensional door, and supplies were also moved out from the dimensional door.

"..."

Abigail listened and watched the situation on the battlefields everywhere, her eyes kept turning, and sweat broke out on her forehead.

At this time, she not only had to command and deliver information, but she also had to build a temporary base for the attack team camp.

And Barton and Hyperion were standing behind her to ensure that she could build safely and not be disturbed.

Suddenly, a figure streaked across the night sky, and a strong wind pressure and whistling sound were brought up in the air of the city, accompanied by a biting chill, heading straight towards Abigail.

The figure's flying speed is extremely fast, and its almost perfect lines must be a type that is extremely good at fighting even if it is placed in a vampire.

A cold light flashed, and Barton hit the flying blade thrown from under his cloak. In an instant, the earl's body fell on the far wall of the castle like a meteorite.

"It's really strong."

The moonlight shone on the blood Earl's black clothes and put a thin silver cloak on him, so that he was not injured.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, these humans are a bit strong."

Countess Saberna let out a clear chuckle and appeared from behind the corner.

"..."

Barton glanced at Hyperion, who nodded and stepped back, getting closer to Abigail.

He attacked the two vampire counts without hesitation.

Hyperion stared at Abigail, and now she had to protect Abigail.

Two vampire counts came in a short time, and more might come later.

Abigail was concentrating on gathering intelligence at the moment, regardless of the battle taking place not far away.

"Why are there Bishop Blight and the Tenth Ancestor?"

Abigail's heart felt cold and her palms turned white.

Forget about Bishop Blight, she discovered that there was a powerful Blood Marquis hidden in the Diyuan Palace on the south side of Blood Moon City.

According to the information that the mechanical messenger has seen so far, it is the tenth ancestor, Marquis Ulises, who is guarding the black crystal that seals Duke Milaya in the center of the Earth Abyss Palace.

In this way, their combat effectiveness is not equal.

Let’s not talk about the special Blood Palace battlefield between Lanqi and Rashaer and the fact that no one has the energy to save Duke Milaya, except Sigrid.

The opponent also had an extra bishop-level combat force out of thin air, and they even lacked a bishop-level strongman to rescue the hostage Mi Gaiya.

Ulises will explode wherever he goes. As long as something happens to a single top eighth-level battlefield, it will immediately radiate to other eighth-levels!

Worst of all, Ulises had already made his move.

"Ulises, he left two eighth-level summons beside Milaya, and moved towards the northwest."

Abigail's heart pounded.

Judging from the direction in which Ulisses was traveling, it was most likely that he was going to the Hall of Annihilation in the southwest to help the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, in annihilating the three great demon clan ministers.

More likely -

He was heading straight to the westernmost attack team camp.

If Ulisses arrives, all three of them will be wiped out!

Even calling down Nikolai and the reinforcements of agents from the Imperial Special Operations Division was of no avail.

Calling Nikolai was the worst case scenario, so he, the division chief, was asked to come down with the elite of the Empire's Special Operations Division. He should be the ground logistics team, so as to provide more cover convenience.

Hyperion looked at the panoramic view of the battle projected by the mechanical assistant in front of Abigail, and she also understood everyone's situation.

Now, not only are the companions in danger, but even they in the camp may be in danger.

"Ulises..."

Hyperion gritted her teeth and clenched her palms.

She knew the power of the tenth ancestor all too well. This was an enemy she had once been almost unable to fight against. She could not forget what the tenth ancestor Marquis Ulises brought to her in the third darkest solar eclipse realm in the shadow world. Fear.

In the end, just like fate, this guy followed him like a shadow.

"Abigail!"

"I'm going to take a gamble and sneak directly into the Diyuan Palace. There are two eighth-level summons. I might be able to bypass them, Abigail."

Hyperion grabbed Abigail's shoulders and asked Abigail to distract herself for a second and listen carefully to her words.

Or, she could successfully steal the house and rescue her father, Duke Milaya.

Or she can contain Ulises and prevent Ulises from joining other eighth-level battlefields.

Anyway, judging from the current situation, she must make decisive and quick decisions.

"...! I can withstand it. Hyperion, you don't have to worry about me. Go support others. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Nicholas to come down."

Abigail seemed to have found a savior, her eyes brightened a little, she held Hyperion's hand and preached to her.

The entire offensive team seemed to be gradually heading towards collapse.

Even if Lan Qi can hold back the third ancestor, Duke Rashal, the protection of Blood Moon City will prevent Duke Rashal from breaking through the defense. At most, Lan Qi and Duke Rashal can only torture each other in the Blood Palace. , unable to open the situation alone, the only one with the most hope of a single breakthrough is the strongest Catholic Sigrid among them all, but that is not a matter of time.

All tactics changers, this is their most promising solution at present.

It doesn't matter even if she and Barton die.

Only by betting with Ulises and seeing if he dares to bet to the end can we have a glimmer of hope to break the situation.

…

The final place in the Blood Moon Bad World, the Blood Palace.

The man in gray looked around. When his feet finally touched the ground, he saw that he was slowly landing in the center of a circular square.

The square is paved with black and white marble and has thirteen stone pillars that are 100 meters high.

Joking voices echoed around -

"Welcome to Blood Moon City."

The voice came from the bottomless fog at the edge of the square.

The figure walked out slowly, wearing a pure black velvet dress, looking only twelve or thirteen years old, with white skin like porcelain and soft brown hair hanging down to his shoulders.

Lan Qi glanced at him.

"You dare to challenge me at the seventh level, I really admire your courage, Professor Landry."

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, showed a playful smile, and his tone was relaxed, chatting with an ant,

"It seems that you really have no manpower available."

Lachar's eyes laughed at the stupidity and ignorance of the invaders.

Professor Landry's reputation is now well-known in Brillda on the ground, but here, he is just an insignificant creature.

He originally thought that Toliado would send a top eighth-level to serve as a sacrifice, at least to play with him for a while, but he didn't expect it to be an imperial professor who didn't even have an eighth-level.

It stands to reason that only the Tyrant Catholic Sigrid might fight him, but even so, the Tyrant Catholic would not be his opponent. If the seventh ancestor Marquis Helitiel really controls the battle situation, the opponent can be completely at a disadvantage, and the only advantage of the Tyrant Catholic will not exist.

It is too slim to expect the Tyrant Catholic to open the situation alone.

"..."

The gray-clothed professor did not respond to Lachar.

"Okay, I know."

He touched the mechanical headset and listened attentively to the battle situation announced by Abigail.

"Are you really counting on the Tyrant Catholic alone? I'm a little curious about who is under your mask."

Lachar looked at Professor Landry's face and asked with a little interest.

Since Professor Landry would get involved with the Resurrection Church, this guy seems even more mysterious.

Maybe this "Landry Wasington" is just his fake identity.

The other party's absent-minded arrogance made Lachar feel that this was the easiest mouse to play with.

Lanqi hung up the headset temporarily.

He finally looked at the third ancestor, Lachar.

"Lachar, why doesn't your true king want you anymore?"

Lanqi asked seriously.

Lachar's smiling face froze for a moment.

"...What did you say?"

His voice trembled, and he spoke word by word.

Instead, the veins on his forehead throbbed and there was incredible rage in his eyes.