Templar Sun King

December 25th, Ash Forest.

Albert, the patriarch of the Johnson family, likes to sit in the room on the second floor of the castle after handling family affairs, enjoying a rare and quiet time. Although this room is gorgeous to ordinary people, the overlapping curtains make the room look extremely dark and gloomy. However, this environment is really too suitable for blood races, especially nostalgic blood races like Albert.

Dim candles, silver utensils, soft and lewd singing, Albert buried his whole body in the soft sofa, shaking the wine glass full of red liquid in his hand boredly, very comfortable.

Another year, Albert thought. As long as he persists for another year, he can take off the heavy responsibility of the patriarch of the Johnson family on his shoulders and sleep well in the sarcophagus deep in the castle. Although there is no fragrant and soft beauty or virgin blood, at least he can get from Get away from annoying chores and family headaches.

But when he thought of explaining the disappearance of the traitor to the next Johnson family senior who would take over a year later, he couldn't help but let out a groan of despair. The offspring of the vampire and the werewolf, the rebel with the blood of the two dark races disappeared when the Damans Valley was attacked last time. For this reason, he was severely criticized by the old-fashioned members of the family elders.

If the elders hadn't worried that his mother was the famous moonlight walker of the Cage family, his mediocre father might not be able to save him from such a huge mistake-his father was just an ordinary silver senior of the Johnson family. He is a blood family with only the title of Viscount, while his mother, Bei Jin, is a gold powerhouse with the title of Duke.

The mistake of losing the rebel is not small. According to the prediction of the archmage Colin, the rebel will be crowned on the bones of the two races of blood and werewolf. The existence of the rebel has always stepped on the sensitive and fragile nerves of the two dark races. Albert took a sip of the magnificent liquid in the wine glass, which was the blood of a sixteen-year-old virgin. Even if he is in a bad mood, he only needs one sip to cheer him up again.

But three days ago, he received a letter from the Presbyterian Church of Upler, ordering him to be questioned on January 13 next year. It is the Council of Presbyterians composed of the twelve oldest and most powerful families of the Blood Race. It is the power center of the entire Blood Race. The Johnson family, which has only one strong gold man, is not even qualified to enter the Council of Presbyterians.

At least twelve gold-level blood elders have to face, this is the news Albert received from his mother's letter recently. The letter also stated that the elders felt that it was necessary for his grandfather, Nicholas, the patriarch of the Cage family, to temporarily not attend the next elders meeting in order to avoid suspicion. Crack, Albert smashed the cup in his hand to pieces. He had to think of a way, otherwise he would face twelve blood clan elders...

"Master Patriarch, we found traces of the rebels in the Ash Forest!"

"Great!" Could there be a more wonderful thing in the world than this, just when he was worrying about how to deal with the traitor, the family discovered the trace of the damned traitor. How did the rebels hide in the Ash Forest without being discovered by them? He just thought about it for less than half a second and then forgot it. The most important thing now is to catch her back!

"Help me notify the three family elders, no, notify all the family elders, be sure to catch the traitor back!"

Half a minute later, Albert's body turned into a black shadow and flew out of the castle first, followed by five family elders, all in silver ranks. They are all the power that the Johnson family can use now.

He learned from a surviving vampire in the Damans Valley that day that the traitor gained power for some unknown reason, which made him worry. It may seem exaggerated to dispatch all the elders to arrest the rebels at once, but both Albert himself and the other five elders take it for granted. After all, it is related to the prestige and even the survival of their Johnson family. In case the rebels really stepped on the bones of the vampires and werewolves as predicted,

The Johnson family must be the first to become bones.

Ten minutes later, numbers 17 and 18, which Adam was very familiar with, appeared near the old castle where the Johnson family was.

"Very well, as planned, the Johnson family rushed out as soon as they heard the news of the rebels. The power of the castle is so empty that it can no longer be empty." This is No. 17's idea. He is obviously very proud of the success of the plan, " We only have five minutes to break the seal."

"Enough is enough. I heard that the Johnson family was one of the twelve blood clans when Miss Lilith was still around." No. 18 took out his wand and chanted a spell while walking towards the castle of the Johnson family, following behind him. The crack opened, and the gray dead air visible to the naked eye flowed out from the crack, and a powerful coercion enveloped it instantly, and the bone dragon descended.

"According to the plan, you and the bone dragon are responsible for attracting all attacks and stopping Albert who may return at any time. I will lift the seal." No. 17 said that he disappeared completely and entered the castle.

"Bone Dragon, hurry up, inform the patriarch and elders that the family has suffered..." The shouting vampire was stained by a faint blue flame, and his whole body immediately shriveled into a bone.

The castle representing the glory of the Johnson family was damaged by the bone dragon's unscrupulous attack, and undead flames poured into the castle from the windows and cracks. The densely-covered magic circle and spell defense system did not play a big role in front of the bone dragon's undead flames. After a burst of crackling explosions, the trembling blood clan hiding behind the defensive magic turned into bones in howling.

In the panic, no one noticed that the family was being invaded by a black mage. Before they found out, No. 17 had already entered several secret doors into a darker basement.

"Who is it?" The four bronze high-ranking vampires noticed outsiders entering the basement. This is where the other patriarchs of the Johnson family sleep. The patriarchs of the blood clan adopt a rotation system. Generally, a family will have three patriarchs. Awakening—Originally, there would be an elder of the silver rank to defend here, but unfortunately, the patriarch just transferred away with an unprecedentedly strong order. Unexpectedly, only ten minutes later, the basement was invaded by foreign land.

The terrifying black flames filled the sights of the four vampires within a second. Facing the No. 17 hellfire, the bronze rank vampires were reduced to a pile of ashes before they even had time to react. On the 17th, he glanced at the secret room behind the four blood clans, where the other two patriarchs of the Johnson family were sleeping, one of whom was in the golden rank. No. 17 was a pity. If it wasn't for the time constraints, he really wanted to go in and kill them all.

Bypassing the last secret door, a small secret room appeared in front of No. 17. As Mrs. Grace said, the secret room is full of dust. Obviously, no one has come here for many years, and there is nothing but a magic circle on the ground.

On the 17th, he took out the materials prepared for a year from the space ring, a devil's heart, a black leaf, and a tube of sticky gray liquid.

He took out the scepter he snatched from Iris City, and inserted it into an entrance in the center of the magic circle, which fit perfectly. The complicated magic circle was instantly activated, and No. 17 chanted strange spells one by one, putting various materials in his hand into the magic circle. When the last drop of gray liquid dripped into the magic circle, a demon, a strange and twisted tree, and a phantom of a spherical creature with hundreds of tentacles appeared on the magic circle, and the black color that formed the magic circle appeared. The light stagnated for an instant and turned gray.

The next moment, a powerful aura enveloped the entire secret room, and scarlet vines rushed out of the magic circle. Things went very well, and the seal could be lifted in just one more minute.

Bang! A loud bang followed by a roar came from above the chamber. The patriarch of the Johnson family who should have been sleeping in the sarcophagus was awakened by the double aura of the magic circle and the bone dragon outside.

Fuck him|damn|! Number 17 cursed, lamenting for his left arm, during which time he personally tore his left arm from himself more times than in the previous ten years combined, what the hell! If this continues, before he can advance to gold, his own body will lose his life due to multiple damages. Cursing the gold rank with the strength of the silver rank is not as simple as sacrificing an arm, the cost is much greater than imagined.

For Bilbo, the patriarch of the Johnson family who just woke up from a deep sleep, the seal in the basement was much more important than the bone dragon outside the castle. Nearly a hundred years of deep sleep made his body a little limp after waking up. According to the usual practice, he should wake up the vitality of his body with the blood of the previous patriarch. But now, with one hand on the thick ground, Bilbo forced his way into the next floor.

A scepter was inserted in the center of the small secret room to activate the magic circle that had been silent for many years. In Bilbo's memory, the magic circle has died because of the loss of a treasure. Although basically every generation of the Johnson family's patriarch knows who is sealed in the magic circle, they don't pay much attention to it. Here, the appearance of the castle was maintained when it was established.

But now the magic circle that was supposed to be dead was activated, and scarlet vines rushed out of the magic circle, sealing it to the brink of shattering. Bilbo could have sworn that the staff in the magic circle was not the same as the treasure they had lost!

He stretched out his right hand and pointed at the black mage in the secret room. No. 17 felt hot, and blisters appeared on his skin, as if he had been splashed with boiling water. What caused the blisters was not the high temperature outside, but the blood boiling in the blood vessels!

In an instant, No. 17 lost all resistance and fell to the ground, moaning in pain. The pain caused by the boiling of blood was unbearable even for No. 17 who lived in the Scourge Church. In a few seconds, he would lose his life due to the boiling of blood.

Damn, the mission is not done yet.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to see a bunch of dense vines appearing in front of him, and then a charming voice echoed in the small secret room:

"As your ancestor, I command you to stop."

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