Don't confiscate my citizenship

"What I'm trying to say is that over the years, people say old things can be buried."

There were spots of blood under Hyacinthus’ feet,

"However, I finally realized that this was wrong because the past would creep up on itself."

He gently raised the tip of his index finger and spoke to Rashal like a conductor of music.

"Hacintos...you...what's wrong with you?"

Rashael asked in a deep voice while stepping back.

He didn't think that he would be much weaker than the First Army God Hyacintos in his injured state, but every nerve cell in his brain told him that he must not be entangled with the man in front of him today.

"Why did you kill Violet who was with you? Aren't you awake now?"

Only then did Rashal realize belatedly that the seal that bound him had completely disappeared.

He should have been ecstatic to be free, but now he only felt horrified.

He could not understand Hyacinthus, and this inability to understand brought him terror that destroyed logic.

"A group? Hahaha... Rashal, you are a bit naive."

Hyacinthus said as he walked, his tone soft and strange,

"These civilians are like candles and I want to put them out."

His eyes seemed to see through twenty years ago.

That day was also the National Day of Creation, but it later became known as "Bloodbath Day".

He escaped from the mansion and saw only this city. The mansion next door was also in flames with black smoke.

At that time, he didn't dare to look up.

Because when you look up, you'll see the shapeless thing on top of your mansion——

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

"If you catch him, disembowel him, just like his parents! Hang him on the roof of the mansion for public display!"

"Their family has royal blood, is it too much for us to do this?"

"We have already reached this point. That is why we must implement it to the end."

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

Even twenty years later, the sound of searching footsteps still echoed in his ears, chasing him all the time.

"Every day I spend with Violet, I think about what her face will be like when she sees me clearly, you know? It's so funny that she treats me like a commoner like her."

Hyacintos shook his head in relief and looked at Rashaer at the end of the dark hall in front of him.

"Okay, this scene should come to an end."

He looked at Rashal as if he were seeing an excellent treasure, and spoke to Rashal in an orderly manner.

"Hacintos, why don't we cooperate?"

Rashael felt the cold air reaching into the sky more and more. It was no longer Violet's frost air, but the deepest dampness of the Creja Empire under the night sky.

He now inexplicably lacks the confidence to successfully hit Hyacintos with the Blood Control Heart.

In theory, if Hyacintos were closer, he should be able to successfully control Hyacintos, but his intuition kept sounding the alarm and he must not take the initiative to take action against this man.

He didn't quite understand what Hyacinthus meant. Based on his previous exploration of Hyacinthus's childhood psychic trauma, Hyacinthus should have suffered some cruel tragedy when he was a child, so he turned him into a child. He had to hate the empire and civilians so much that he endured and pretended to live to this day.

And it may take some time for Hyacintos to truly overthrow the Crayu Empire. If he cooperates with their vampires, the opportunity may be about to come.

"I have carefully prepared betrayal and destruction, and given them to Violet, and also to you vampires."

Hyacinthus was about to arrive in front of Rashael. He was not hostile at all when facing Rashaer, but he did not listen to what Rashael was saying. It was as if he regarded Rashaer as a corpse or a human being. Inanimate objects.

"Don't come near me again!"

Rashal roared, stepping back from another pillar in a messy step.

He wasn't sure why he was so afraid of Hyacintos at the moment, but he knew that in his current state he was no match for this fearless man.

Before Rashal's body could react and move away, the distance between him and Hyacinthus seemed to be misaligned, and Hyacinthus grabbed the back of the neck and lifted him up.

Rashal's blood-red eyes looked directly at Hyacinthus, shrinking and trembling.

Hyacintos's strange physical fitness made his movements so fast that he couldn't even see them.

Even Pope Saint Paulante had never picked him up like a bunny and looked at him up close like this.

"What are you thinking about when you look at me? I'm curious."

Hyacintos observed Rashaal's blood-colored eyes.

"...!"

Rashal, who was gradually becoming furious, fearful and angry, knew that he had to take action at this moment.

Rashal's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his body was suspended without weight. Countless dark red blood threads flew out from all over his body, circling and intersecting at close range, turning into a huge blood web, entangled in Hyacintos' body.

"Submit to me! Hyacinthus!"

Rashal immediately activated his power and tried to control Hyacinthus.

Hyacinthus overlooked one thing!

It was also the biggest miscalculation caused by Hyacintos’ arrogance!

Just now, his powerful blood control was unable to take effect because Violet's Moon God's Flawless Pure Land Barrier disrupted the spiritual spell in the temple space.

But at this moment, Hyacinthus killed Violet with his own hands, and the barrier disappeared.

With Hyacintos's mental state and the degree of psychological trauma, it is impossible to avoid the blood-controlling heart.

Since he could control Hyacinthus the first time, he would definitely be able to control Hyacinthus the second time.

"..."

Hyacintos' body froze, and he looked directly at Rashaer's eyes without moving away at all.

"Hacintos, you've pushed me too hard, now you're out of luck."

Rashal's heart beat like a drum, and the smile of the ultimate winner gradually bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

He breathed in sharply the cold air of the dark hall.

He managed to hit Hyacinthus.

This time there was no interference from the Moon God's Immaculate Pure Land, nor was Hyacinthos able to successfully avoid it!

As long as Hyacinthus is under control, no matter how cunning this man is, he will no longer be a threat.

So it went for a while.

When Rashal saw this, his heart was still beating rapidly and he didn't dare to be completely relieved.

"Hacintos, will you obey me?"

Rashal asked tentatively.

He always felt something was wrong.

For Hyacinthus was still holding him, motionless.

"Haha, no problem."

Instead of obeying the order, Hyacintos laughed, the gentleness in his eyes unchanged.

"No, that's not right, why won't you be controlled by me? You obviously have such a huge spiritual wound in your heart that can't be healed!"

Rashal was stunned, feeling enveloped in a sense of weightlessness for a moment, and his back was dripping with cold sweat.

His blood control...failed?

"Could it be..."

Rashal's eyes moved wildly from side to side, and in his rapid thinking, he found a possibility.

The spells that Hyacintos is best at are all counter-properties.

If Hyacinthus is the applicable target of Blood Heart Control, and successfully hits it without external interference, then the only possibility for it to fail is that Hyacinthus himself has an extremely terrifying ultimate counter-spell.

In theory, Rashal had never seen a counterspell that could easily work against their ancestor's epic power.

Rashal's blood-colored pupils reflected the invisible magic vortex in front of Hyacintos. He used his last mana to identify the magic wave that was triggered just in front of him.

"Oops, have you discovered it?"

Hyacinthus asked him in a light voice.

At this moment, Rashal finally saw clearly what spell Hyacintos used.

【Imbalance Devourer】

[Category: Active Spell]

[Level: Orange Epic]

[Attribute: Counter/Seal]

[Level: 8]

[Effect: Devour and resist all attacks, traps, and props within the range, temporarily store them in the soul space, and return them in full within thirty seconds, with a one-minute cooling time. 】

As if being struck by lightning, Rashal's pupils shrank violently again.

Even in the long era of Blood Moon, he had never seen demons or humans having such counter-curses.

In any era, this guy's threat to their vampires would not be lower than that of Black Sun Lanclos.

Even if he doesn't use his true sword skills, this counter-spell alone can confiscate all the offensive and controlling powers of their vampires.

"Actually, I could have beaten you last time, but I didn't do that. Do you know why?"

Hyacintos was a little distressed when he saw that Rashaer had used up the ninth-level identification technique.

"You...who are you?! What is your purpose?!"

Rashal demanded sharply, his voice sharp with fear.

"I think it's quite interesting to watch you making trouble in the empire. I just want to see how far you can take the Creation Empire, and I just silently cooperate with your acting. It has no impact on my life. I Or the Hyacintos who is in front of me every day, what’s the difference?”

Hyacintos did not answer directly, but leisurely lifted Rashael's neck again, and his slender fingers dug into the flesh, causing Rashael a burst of bone-chilling pain.

"But this time, since you still want to challenge me, I won't let you go."

Hyacinthus stared at Rashaer, let his feet hang in the air, and lectured him.

The boundless shadow swallowed up the entire space, and the temple fell into unprecedented darkness.

In the darkness, only Hyacintos's pupils shone with a strange light, like a beast lurking in the night, which made Rashaer shudder.

At this moment, Rashal could only tremble and raise his hand to grab Hyacintos' steely hand, but he could not shake him at all.

"No, Hycintos, we can talk! No matter what you want to do in the empire, I can help you and cooperate with you!"

Rashal begged, trying to communicate with Hyacinthus.

He was seriously injured, and he was captured by Hyacinthus, the strongest man in the Creain Empire. His spells were ineffective against Hyacinthus. He couldn't figure out how to make an enemy of this guy. .

"Is it necessary?"

Hyacintos just asked Rashaer in confusion.

"...!"

Rashal was startled, and his throat moved dryly.

He thought of the worst possible scenario that was about to happen.

Hyacintos devoured his Blood Control Center this time, and could immediately return the Blood Control Center directly to him.

And his majestic third ancestor Rashal indeed has painful memories that he does not want to face, and will be controlled by the blood control heart.

"No, don't control me!"

Rashael desperately begged for mercy.

"Oh? Looking at your expression, can you really be controlled by your mind control magic? How ironic, even you have a mind rift?"

Hycintos was just teasing Lachar.

Last time, he hadn't thought that this spell could still control Lachar.

From the mental state of Lachar he saw tonight, Hycintos was basically sure that Lachar, the ancestor, had such a weakness. Now it was verified that it was true.

The vortex in front of Hycintos opened again, and the center of the vortex suddenly turned blood red. Countless dark red blood flew out of the vortex, circling and interlacing at close range, turning into a huge blood net, entangled with Lachar.

"Ahhh! Don't!!"

Lachar cried with a broken voice, trying to retain the last bit of his will.

"Why are you so serious? Smile for me too, today is such a good day."

Hycintos did not stop, and returned the spell he had just swallowed to Lachar intact.

He put his other hand on his ear, as if he could hear the cheers and laughter of the residents on National Day.

Listening carefully to the screams twenty years ago, the frequency was unexpectedly exactly the same.

In an instant, Lachar's pupils became empty, and his struggles stopped, standing still like a doll.

"Okay, Lachar, it's dark and you have recovered to the ninth level. I will provide the stage, and you go to add some fun to me."

Hycintos put his bloody hand on the hilt and looked in the direction of the Palace of Saint Astrid.

Now Saint Bardo the Great must be giving his last speech to the people in peace.

Little did he know that the bright red moon was about to shine on him.

"Saint Bardo..." Lachar murmured with a hollow look in his eyes, "Saint Bardo the Great..." Then his scarlet eyes gradually dispersed blood-colored mist, and with the full burst of murderous intent, his ninth-level magic broke through the entrance gate of the God's Temple, causing a series of city defense alarms to echo over Brillda. "Hehehe." Hecintos hummed a little tune, his hand on the hilt of the sword, and walked slowly towards the outside of the temple where Lachar fled like a cane. The sound of his boots stepping on the floor tiles was crisp and clear, and every step was like the sound of a bell. Until Hecintos's back completely disappeared in the sunset of the temple, only the blurred grating refracted by the rose window was left in the temple, covering the blood flowing in the gaps between the floor tiles. The blood moon illuminated the columns of the God's Temple. "Violet, what's wrong with you..."

"Buzz..."

"Can you hear me..."

The sacred communication magic link that bound Violet's soul was gradually interrupted.

The last sound could not wake up the figure of the high priest lying motionless in a pool of blood.