My summons are weird

Trembling, he took out a metal can filled with blood from his arms and drank it in one gulp.

The dark red wings slowly stretched out from the waist, and the hot blood burst out.

On top of the small fortress wall, the dominant vampire race activated their racial talent and stared at the darkness in the distance with concentration.

In the darkness that could not be seen, one magic messenger after another disappeared quietly.

The trajectory of the flow of magic power suddenly changed, and someone in the darkness seemed to be gently plucking the silk thread that was enough to shock all the vampires in the fortress.

Breaking into a cold sweat.

"Release the illumination ball!"

The dominant species used to fighting at night chose an incredible response, but no one in the vampire family objected.

In an instant, dozens of light balls floated in front of the fortress. Before the light pierced the darkness, it spread around and went out one after another like candles blown by the wind.

"Put it back!"

The attempt still failed. There seemed to be a giant light-eating beast in front of the fortress, and the light could not escape its predatory territory.

The vampire lord stationed at the fortress felt his hair stand on end. With the seventh-level magician's ability to sense magic, he sensed...

"I was looked at...more than once."

"Lord!" The guards rushed forward and protected the lord with their flesh and blood bodies.

"Idiot, they are already targeting me!" the blood lord lowered his voice and ordered, "Tell Archduke Burrell that the darkness has invaded Cansalon Fortress and I have no way to retreat...but please think of a way out!"

The guards were still trying to dissuade them, but frost began to form on the towering walls of Kansaron Fortress. The chill that spread from the darkness snaked forward like a snake, climbing all the way along the wall. After a crisp sound, it turned into a towering Icicles appear in the field of vision of the dominant species of vampires.

"The previous fortresses fell so silently!" The vampire lord gritted his teeth, "They plan to freeze Kansaron. Go quickly and tell His Majesty the Grand Duke!"

Before trying to break through, the messenger held hands and stood on the communication circle, pouring surging magic power into it to break through the blocking magic that the "black mist" might have laid.

Unexpectedly, the menacing and mysterious black fog did not block or even interfere with the information circle. They easily made contact with Archduke Burrell.

"Kansalon Fortress was attacked, the enemy is unknown."

"They devour the light."

“They are sowing winter.”

"The companions who were submerged in the darkness disappeared quietly."

The magic power surging on the city wall, and the sound of the collision suddenly seemed to have been pressed on the mute button, and it was far away from the messengers for an instant.

Everyone at the back of the fortress felt an unprecedented fear. In their sights, billowing black mist slowly pushed through every inch of the fortress, and every vampire included in it disappeared without a trace.

It was also at this time that the messengers were shocked to see figures flashing in the billowing black mist.

Swinging her long hair as blue as the sea, the girl lit up her eyes that reminded people of the endless green grassland, and everyone who looked at her stopped.

The huge shock overwhelmed the fear in their hearts at this moment, prompting them to continue staring.

Could it be that this girl is the sower of the billowing black mist...

How could she be so young!

The dominant vampire race, the Fortress of Kansaron, quietly "sinked".

Grand Duke Borrell was surrounded by nobles of the dominant species, but the noisy voices could not bring him back to reality from the shocking fact that another vampire stronghold had disappeared.

His hand moved slowly over the map.

The Venn Mountains, Meade Forest, Freeland Fortress, plus Kansaron, which fell last night...

In less than ten days, a quarter of the territory of the Boiling Blood Kingdom, which emerged from the sixth magic wave, fell, and to this day, they still have no idea who their enemy is.

Is it the alliance of major tribes that are already dissatisfied with their rapid expansion and harming the interests of many tribes?

Is it the Theocracy that silently watches the movements of the various races on the east side of Mera?

Or is it the sleeping lion, the giant rising in the storm, what did His Majesty Zenil realize?

"It must be Zenil. He controls the most elite black owls after the collapse of Solon. Only they can invade quickly and silently."

"This is an invasion, a shameful act of undeclared war. To fight back, we must assemble the entire clan and inform the Darth Milo clans that the ugly five major nations have torn away the hypocritical mask of maintaining peace and exposed their intention to slaughter all clans. Ambition!"

"Where is the Dawn Leader? They claim to be mediators. Are they going to sit back and watch the most despicable act of fighting without declaring it happen?"

"The Dawn Territory originally favors the west side of Mela, but you actually have expectations for them, haha."

"Don't forget, in the Trial of Dawn, they always treat every race equally, regardless of origin."

"Hypocrisy is all hypocrisy. When will you realize that everything they do is just to consolidate their position. The so-called leaving Mela at the right time is just a lie. As long as the craftsmen of Dawn still work hard and pursue perfection, He can always exist in Mela."

The blood boiling nobles who were summoned argued fiercely, and their faces turned red as to who was in charge of all this.

The hall that could accommodate more than a hundred people was buzzing with people. Prince Burrell had a headache thinking about it. He was about to drink a glass of plasma with ice to calm down when a slightly chilly wind blew from outside the hall.

It did not dispel the annoyance in his heart, but instead aroused his inner vigilance.

Although it was very weak, there were faint fragments of magic floating in this gust of wind.

"Quiet!"

Burrell struck the bronze bell next to him hard. The exciting sound of the bell and Burrell's roar made every vampire tremble.

The light and shadow in the brightly lit garden swayed, and the space seemed to be moved by a pair of invisible hands, slightly distorted.

In the blink of an eye, a figure suddenly appeared under the shaking light and shadow.

The blue-haired girl who shocked the messengers of Cansalon Fortress appeared gracefully in a black and white dress. Her appearance was still childish, but the calm and natural sense of superiority on her face quietly attracted everyone who looked at her. The superior noble suppressed her, as if... she was supposed to be above everyone present.

The black light flashed, and another woman arrived. She was also wearing a dress and chose a silver-white color scheme. However, every noble noble present was shocked when they saw the embroidery on the woman's dress.

The dazzling sun spreads thick light like tentacles.

Archduke Burrell was breathing rapidly. He stared at the blue-haired girl who had walked into the hall. He watched her ignore everyone's gaze, take a glass of berry juice that was not plasma, and sip the tea carefully.

Finally, he straightened his breathing and asked in a deep voice: "Can you tell me the name of the envoy brought by Chen Xi?"

"Morning Leader, Xing Rui."

After introducing herself, she raised her glass to Archduke Burrell, as if inviting him to drink.

The woman standing in the corridor with her fingers crossed solemnly nodded slightly and said her name.

"Morning Leader Summoning Group, Hanlu."

Grand Duke Burrell walked not far from Xingrui.

"A very strange name."

"For all of you, everything about Chenxi is unfamiliar." Xingrui smiled.

"I don't object to this, but... can you explain the reason for the attack on Boiling Blood?" Archduke Burrell showed his dignity towards his subjects, "Morning Leader regards himself as a mediator. Could it be that we should put down this sense of mission now? Choose to associate with bandits?"

Xingrui frowned slightly, but did not get angry. Instead, she asked, "Why did the Dawn Leader appear here? I think the Grand Duke and many of the nobles present should know it well, instead of being stern and inwardly embarrassed. Showing the Grand Duke's majesty to me cannot make him If you add a little more courage to face the Dawn Leader and try to convince me with your momentum, it will not be helpful in solving what I am going to say next."

The corner of Xingrui's mouth rose: "If you plan to use violence... we can make your castle fall silently. When you clench your fists, you should think deeply about who you are facing."

With his flamboyant, confident, and sparkling eyes, the elderly Archduke Burrell could not look at him calmly based on his own experience.

"In late April of the seventh year of the Dawn Calendar, seventy-four people in the Evil Beast Earldom of the Kingdom of Storms were poisoned by pollutants. It is widely rumored that it was religious revenge for the failure of the Theocracy's believers to preach. Does the Grand Duke remember it?"

Archduke Burrell was silent.

"At the beginning of June of the seventh year of the Dawn Calendar, in the small town of Tearstone City bordering the Kingdom of Storms and The Theocracy, the regional bishop was assassinated when he was out. There are rumors that this was an expansion of the religious revenge of the Earl of Evil Beast. Do you have any impressions, Grand Duke?"

Grand Duke Burrell pretended to be calm and scolded: "How old are you this year? You talk aggressively. Huh, do you know that I am now in charge of the Boiling Blood Kingdom. As the regent, my status is the same as that of the five major kingdoms."

Xingrui smiled and replied: "Seventeen, so... the Grand Duke recognizes his identity as the regent. It doesn't matter. Your Excellency, the regent happened at the end of June in the seventh year of the Dawn Calendar. The religious riots in the Kingdom of Storms, and the Seventh Day of the Dawn Calendar." Are you aware of the large-scale vendetta and expansion of various tribes in Dath Milo at the end of October this year?"

At this moment, many of the bloody nobles present also smelled the obvious smell of conspiracy.

"I have more content that the Prince Regent is interested in, covering the summer of the sixth year of the Dawn Calendar to the ninth year of the Dawn Calendar." Xingrui threw out a scroll and threw it on the table next to Burrell, grunting unfold.

"The Dawn Territory finally stopped pretending and completely turned to the countries on the west, right?" Burrell sneered, "This is an excuse to justify your massacre of the dominant vampire race, right? Those city-states invaded by you must be bleeding like rivers. Right!"

"They are unscathed. We just ask them to sleep for a while, so that those who are still awake in Boixue's head can understand... can Boiler bear the price of destroying peace." Xingrui's voice became colder, "It seems that Burrell The Prince Regent has no intention of confessing his crime."

"I am not guilty, let Lu Yu come and make peace with..."

Like the sea and the abyss, the magic power spewed out from Xingrui's body continuously slapped every dominant species around, making everyone feel like a light on their backs.

"You don't deserve to talk about my teacher!"

"The peace that lasted for six years in Mera was interrupted by your conspiracy. Thousands of people died for your self-righteous cleverness, intending to sow the close relationship between the five major countries. In order to make the various tribes of Darth Milo share the same hatred with you, you did not hesitate to block it. The integration process of various ethnic groups has created racial vendettas, using this as a lever to fight for hegemony again, and moved into the west side of Mera... Your ambition has made Mera almost fall into turmoil again. "

"Despicable, shameless, dare to be a villain that I dare not be, yet dare to speak politely, and dare to talk about my teacher and let him come forward in person."

Although they were clearly indoors, the dominant species saw the falling snowflakes and the increasingly fierce cold wind.

In a daze, the dominant vampires saw a towering figure overlapping Xing Rui's petite figure.

Burrell knew that there was no room for change. Under the bright morning sun, he had no choice but to use conspiracy and tricks to shake the peace plate.

If the matter is exposed, death is inevitable. In this case...

The boiling-blooded dominant species that were not involved saw Burrell suddenly rise up and activate his magic, and they all shouted that it was bad - they wanted to die and not drag the entire dominant species country with them!

Before they had time to stop them, Burrell had already appeared behind Xingrui with the background of an eighth-level magician, carrying the lightning of destruction, and using close combat to ensure a hit with one hit.

After risking his life, Burrell will force Boixue to stand with him here, and force the east and west sides of Mela to confront each other again!

Even if there is little hope, it is better than sitting still and waiting for death.

He only has Xing Rui in his eyes.

Burrell, who was trying his best to kill him, was in a trance. Not far away, a woman in white was sitting on a wooden chair. Her low-hanging robe covered her appearance, so Burrell could only look at her graceful face. Body contours identify gender.

The drawing board she erected was so abrupt, conspicuous, and incompatible with the entire venue, but no one around noticed her presence.

The patterns on the drawing board change.

The dark night, the old castle hidden by the forest, the shining stars, and the quiet everything.

She turned around, letting Burrell see the slightly raised corners of her mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery changed, and darkness fell. The star core that should have been in front of him disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by numerous monsters, staring at him with cold eyes.

Before he had time to react, the severe pain radiating from all parts of his body made him roll his eyes and lose consciousness.

Until the black owls from the Kingdom of Storms surrounded the venue, and the Boiling Blood Kings rebelled one by one, the Boiling Blood dominant species were still dizzy.

What happened in that moment?

Xing Rui, who was bound to die, melted away like a shadow, and Burrell, who was an eighth-level man, waved his fist in vain like a fool and fell down.

Xing Rui, who was safe and sound, watched teasingly as the ambitious Burrell was dragged away by the black owl like a dead dog. His arrogance turned into a well-behaved one the moment he turned to the cold green.

The humble posture of the black owls in front of Xing Rui caught everyone's eyes, and many of the dominant species couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Is this the new generation of Chenxi?

At the age of seventeen, he could control an eighth-level magician... Did they find the next Lulutis, another monster comparable to the Crimson Witch and the Glutton?

For nine years, the Dawn Leader has been silent except for holding the Dawn Trial.

If the new generation is so powerful, then will the geniuses of the previous generation... stay still?

What level have they reached? (End of chapter)