Chapter 311

As one of the more than 50 states in the Federation, mihuang state had a good position in the old calendar era. In an era when demons were rampant and human beings were as precarious as "two sheep", there were many legendary strong men who shone in the dark.

The saint confessor, Martin Sims, was one of them.

Samuel Winston, too.

If there is a mysterious person who is willing to write a book when the stars shine, the immortal count can certainly occupy a place in it.

At this time, the strong man who came out of "history", his figure and cold eyes, are full of people's minds.

Most of the "wild extraordinary people" who have been cautious and hiding everywhere in Winston town are like small ants watched by monsters. They stay where they are and dare not move.

If the will is weak, a large number of thoughts of worship and kneeling and licking are growing in the mind.

Want to be his fanatical follower and his slave.

Does this seem to be his or her talent?

The immortal count seems to have no shortage of followers wherever he goes, and he is still the most enthusiastic one.

But for his "slaves", the count obviously had no sympathy.

When the mysterious and powerful figure slowly came out of the vortex and appeared on the immortal, between the scarlet moon and the bloody ocean, she looked at the bow image soaked by the blood of the dwarf devil sacrifice, and seemed to dislike that it was dirty.

With her thoughts, an inexplicable wind blew over and peeled off the mottled traces of blood on it.

The bow of the unknown evil god image is restored again.

Until this moment, she seemed to notice the twelve ancestors around the immortal.

She stared at the ancestors. No one could penetrate the mask and see the real Samuel Winston.

But anyone can hear the voice from under the mask, the arrogance in the tone, and the deep doubt.

"Who are you?"

Before the war, the ancestors have been hurt.

Every ancestor felt insulted, because he could hear that Samuel Winston did not mean to humiliate them, but really wondered: who are the twelve people who stole his God's blood power?

However, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to take back the "divine blood". First, he looked at the ancestors in doubt.

Then the count's eyes suddenly penetrated the void and landed on an "isolated island" in the sub street.

Esmeralda led the witches in the huge tree transformed by the tree monster, while Sally disappeared at this time.

"Fast response!"

Tang Qi in the dark said silently.

Everyone in the field can appear in front of Samuel, except Sally.

Because the face as like as two peas in Diana is almost the same.

The ancestors and witches were also kept in the dark, thinking that the immortal count's return was really to kill all the ancestors and descendants, retrieve the divine blood, and then use it to revive his beloved, Diana Winston.

Unfortunately, this is not the case.

In order to prevent the count from running away in advance, Esmeralda did follow Tangqi's advice and hide Sally.

The treatment of the merada witch group is very different from that of the twelve ancestors.

Count, I recognized them.

In other words, they felt the blood breath overflowing from their bodies.

"It's like the smell of merada. Are you her descendants?"

"Is she all right?"

Ignoring the ancestors, the count looked directly at Esmeralda and asked a question.

After a pause, without waiting for the witch leader to answer, she continued: "don't be afraid. Since you are also mixed with the smell of God's blood, it shows that Mirada also stole one at the beginning. Maybe she was to live and see my master again?"

"For her sake, I can only deprive you of your strength without killing you."

"Ah, the kindness of the count, melada will miss it."

"I'll catch up with her when I've solved the more than a dozen thieves."

"Boom"

A second ago, it seemed that the immortal count was in a state of "consumption" because he had just extricated himself from foreign lands.

Without any warning, it suddenly entered the great terror.

She turned her head and looked straight at her ancestors.

Each ancestor looked at each other at the same time with a pair of crazy and cold eyes with infinite temptation. I don't know whether it was the pollution of the count himself or the terrible breath he brought out from the "dark dominator" of the exotic evil god.

The twelve ancestors who were strong enough to completely crush the "professional level" howled at the same time.

Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

In their bodies, the original return of divine brilliance began to take the initiative to escape. Even if the ancestors were crying and desperately restraining and suppressing, they still could only delay the process.

Centered on the immortal, the scarlet world.

The ancestors' bodies were constantly overflowing with bits and pieces of brilliance, full of divine light spots, and rushed to the figure standing on the bow image of the towering and unknown evil god.

A voice full of mysterious temptation resounded through Winston.

"All this is mine, Samuel Winston. The name is doomed to immortality."

"You thieves have kept it for me for so many years. Now it's time to return it to its owner. In order to express my gratitude, I'll take your soul. My slaves are dead. This time I want to try to have ghost servants. You should be honored."

to its origin owner?

Ghost servant?

The appearance of this scene seems to verify the count's words that the divinity belongs to her, and the ancestors are just thieves.

Although, they didn't mean it.

At the Earl's castle that night, everyone was a victim.

The ancestors were contaminated with the blood of gods and had great power even in the old calendar, but they also killed and ate up other people, including their relatives.

Now, with his eyes, the count wants to take back all his "divinity". How is it possible?

For a moment, Tang Qi saw madness and determination in the eyes of his ancestors.

In the eyes of every ancestor, there was a determination.

Twelve fathers, male and female, old and young.

After a long time, there is a great difference from the original image.

If they were restored to their original appearance, such as a bodyguard in the Earl's castle, a florist, or a cook and tailor, Samuel Winston might recognize them.

But now, they are all powerful ancestors.

It's just a pity that the divinity of the ancestors can't seem to be compared with the count.

In the conflict, the divinity all chose to integrate into Samuel Winston.

She didn't even need to do anything, but stood proudly on the bow, like a "great God", overlooking everyone in Winston town today.

Not long ago, the ancestors of nearly 100 high-level dwarf demons were very small.

They howl and scream, but they can't stop their bodies. They have the power to escape for a long time.

This will undoubtedly lead to a strong sense of depression.

But the ancestors, not only the external image has changed, but their internal image has also changed. They are no longer bodyguards, flower farmers, chefs or tailors. They have long been qualified and powerful transcendents.

In the appalling scene, a man wearing a red helmet and holding a battle axe suddenly raised his head.

The Tomahawk pointed at Samuel and roared:

"Do it!"

"Boom ~"

In the roar, Ragnar, the ancestor of the God of war, suddenly cracked his chest, which was like a shining strange thing, suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Advanced, the other eleven ancestors made the same action.

Their bodies split one after another and took out exactly the same strange things in a "tragic" way.

That's a cup!

Silver and holy binaural cup!

The intense holy light counteracted Samuel's divine attraction in an instant.

At the same time, it also caused great pain to the ancestors.

The holy light on each cup seems to have a very high level, and Tang Qi feels the same threat as the "power of repentance" left by Martin Sims.

Perhaps the division of the church on the bright side will not put the ancestors into the evil camp.

But these lights don't think so.

They caused great harm to the ancestors, and the pain of being absorbed into the divinity swept them more violently than before.

But this did not stop the action of the ancestors. After taking out the "Holy Grail" in their bodies, they looked at another "island" in the bloody ocean in Winston town.

Temporary church!

I don't know when, the depression inside disappeared.

Over the sky, dozens of people emerged.

The first one, impressively dressed in solemn red robes, was an old man with white curly hair and wrinkled face, but his eyes seemed to see everything.

"Cardinal?"

The same idea came to mind, including Tang Qi.

On his side stood the bitter friar.

And his eyes fell on Samuel Winston.

As they looked at each other, the count snorted coldly, but the old man in red shook his body, and two blood tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

Obviously, the cardinal is not an opponent of the immortal count.

But at this moment, the bishop smiled.

As if facing the dying "demon", the bishop is about to extend his warm palm... Completely purify it.

The cardinal lowered his head slightly, and the chanting full of holiness immediately began to ring. Dozens of priests and bitter friars behind him all hung their heads, and the same chanting merged into the Bishop's voice.

Boom!

In the chanting sound, holy pillars of light fell from the sky at the same time, covering the ancestors and the twelve binaural Holy Grails.

Ancestor, the cry is more tragic.

But at the same time, a strong omen of crisis suddenly occupied Samuel Winston's mind.

"Boom"

The rest of the extraordinary people in Winston felt a kind of fear similar to seeing the "dark dominator". When they face the existence of too many levels beyond their own life, it will naturally arise, from instinct and from the trembling of the soul.

"Did the ancestors cooperate with the church?"

In the shadow, TONKY was shocked.

At the same time, his eyes penetrated the void and the holy light, and completely condensed on the twelve "Holy Grails" in front of the ancestors.