Chapter 390

"Cao!"

Simple modal particles, but show the inner emotion of an unusually tall figure.

"Is the extraordinary Knight legion of mankind!"

In the subtle light of Li Minghui, an elegant and handsome middle-aged man was suspended in the air. His long brown hair was scattered around his shoulders, covering his white neck, and his green eyes twinkled cold.

The black tuxedo fits perfectly. If you ignore the bloody wings behind it, you can be regarded as a noble master with a prominent position.

He is a high-level blood clan who has experienced the abyss blood war and the human empire war. He knows the horror of the extraordinary Knight legion, and has such a terrorist army comparable to the knight Legion in the city not far behind.

"It's just a baron territory of the human kingdom. Why is it so terrible? Is the main material plane so powerful now?"

The middle-aged blood clan came out of the abyss channel and arrived at the human kingdom. Most of the time, they served their master and did not know the surrounding situation, let alone to deeply understand the forces of all parties.

Looking at the death picture that continues to be performed in front of us, the strong physique of the blood sucking banshees turns into blood mud under the foot of the heavy cavalry, not to mention the waste plague infected people, who are completely reduced to prey waiting for death.

At this time, the violent and fanatical emotions surging in the heart are like cold water pouring down and directly extinguished. There are even fine cold sweat covering the white face.

He realized that it was too dangerous to stay here for a long time. The bloody wings behind him spread out and wanted to leave.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

The coarse and hoarse low voice echoed quietly in the sky. The middle-aged blood clan turned and looked. I don't know when, the green fog was rendered by the light black and red fog. Dark red crows hovered overhead, and his figure was reflected in the scarlet eyes.

"Go away!" the middle-aged blood clan's face suddenly changed, and the bleeding red energy floated in the puffy tuxedo. As a vampire, their nature is extremely disgusted with the crows spreading fear and death, which should be their duty.

The diffuse blood like energy impacted the Raven group, and strange things happened. In other words, for the middle-aged blood group, the power he released was perfectly absorbed by the crow.

[blood · escape wind]!

Boom!

The figure of the middle-aged blood clan exploded directly, like fireworks blooming at night. Endless blood splashed in the green fog. Vaguely, it can be seen that every drop of blood is like a bat, and flees to the distance with its wings.

It was a decisive idea. Unfortunately, he met Swein.

The delicious food spread in the air and overflowed with tempting taste. The ravens chased after their respective goals and swallowed them one by one until the remaining bloody bats could no longer support them and merged together to show the weak and desperate middle-aged blood family again.

"Lord, it's over!" Swein kept the demeanor of an old-fashioned aristocrat, looked at the battle that was about to end in the fog, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Knox, victory is in sight.

Then, he seemed to feel something, gently stretched out his left hand and suddenly pulled it. The middle-aged blood clan surrounded by crazy ravens in the distance was directly pulled in front of modrian.

"The commander of the fog sneak attack? The man behind it?"

They looked at the frail middle-aged blood clan in front of them, which completely showed the form of blood clan, rather than Sigrid hiding her identity.

The blood red wings dragged to the ground, and the sharp teeth on both sides could be seen in the slightly open mouth. It was just the dark and gloomy temperament in the rumor. It could not be seen in the middle-aged blood clan in front of him, but panic and fear appeared.

"Sigrid," modrian said softly, glancing at the middle-aged man in front of him.

Hearing the voice, the count blood clan, who once controlled the underground dark forces of limontanlu, carefully stepped out, restrained his own breath, saluted respectfully, and walked gracefully to the frail middle-aged blood clan in front of him.

Pooh!

Taking out a gem inlaid dagger from her waist, Sigrid showed a bloodthirsty expression. Her arm moved. The sharp dagger was directly inserted into the heart of the middle-aged blood clan, and a little spilled blood splashed on the ground.

"I'm sorry, you have offended my Lord." the dagger drew out with a crystal clear blood drop. It belongs to the blood essence of the blood race.

Sigrid stretched out her dexterous tongue and licked the dagger slightly, but for a moment, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if she were in trouble.

"Lord, there is no smell of thirteen clans in this guy's blood. He should be a wandering blood clan in other abysses."

Although the thirteen blood clans belong to different blood lines, under the influence of the current bottomless abyss environment, each clan will have marriage and blood collection, which also leads to some blood confusion.

However, no matter how chaotic the veins are, the essence of the bloodline heart will not deceive their souls.

"Thirteen clans of blood clan!? ha, it was originally the upper class of 'noble', but why did you become the running dog of a human noble?" the middle-aged blood clan looked down at the slowly healing heart scar, his face was extremely gloomy, and his strength was swallowed up by the female Watch in front of him.

"Hmm?! your noble quality? Your inner arrogance? It's all bullshit, female watch!"

"Can't you be sure of his origin?" modrian looked unhappy at the middle-aged man who cursed in front of him. Didn't this guy know he was captured now?

"I heard that blood families can devour each other's power, so it's up to you." he looked at Sigrid, who was respectful to his side, waved his hand slightly and said.

"Wait, Lord, I remember that there was a record in the ethnic group that a blood clan had been involved with the plague and lived in the 19th Abyss: the abyss of hatred!"

.....................

In the dark castle, a large blood shadow shrouded.

"Great master, a human noble Legion entered the plague area and marched here." a dull word sounded in the shadow.

"Then destroy them! Do you need me to teach you? Molly." the voice of suppressed anger echoed in the castle.

"Sorry, master, we can't stop human progress. A large number of plague infected people and dark monsters have been slaughtered and killed." the dull words contain a trace of helplessness, and Molly doesn't want to report. He knows that now is the key moment for the master, but..... The human Legion is too strong.

"Is it the human kingdom or the lizard kingdom?"

"It's Valoran, belonging to stoke Kingdom, and we're neighbors."

"Then arrange Gunter to deal with it. Won't he be idle and bored? Lead the blood sucking Banshee army to completely destroy the territory."

"Well... Gunter's soul fire went out just now... Maybe his blood sucking Banshee Legion was also destroyed."

The atmosphere of silence loomed around the castle, silent and terrible.

As time went by, Molly's breath was a little short, and there was sweat on his back.

"Is it a legend? Gunter's strength is pretty good. If so, I miss the legendary blood I sucked." a low voice sounded quietly, mixed with inexplicable chill.

"Let them in. I want the surrounding countries to know that this area is not what they can peep into. It will really belong to us."

"In addition, wake up helugk and say that he will like human toys!"