NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 816: Lanqi's Blood Moon City Hell Mode
Chapter 816: Lanqi's Blood Moon City Hell Mode
Dusk.
No matter how lively the city-state may seem in November when the National Day is celebrated, no one notices that deep underground, a super ancient city is slowly operating.
If you get permission from somewhere, you can travel through the long and dark road to the deepest black palace.
"That's strange, why is my ID missing?"
A man muttered to himself.
He was wearing a jet-black leather jacket, the shiny buttons gleaming against the blood-red sky.
Maguire couldn't understand why his Imperial Special Operations Office document folder disappeared.
Excluding the possibility that he lost it, he would at most hang the leather jacket in his office and rarely take it out of sight. No one except him could open his office, not even Nicholas could sneak into his office.
But he had no time to think about this problem now. He could only report the loss and get a new one immediately. He didn't dare to make it too public. Such a work mistake at such a critical juncture would be quite fatal to him.
As the only seventh-level fighter in the Imperial Special Operations Department, no one dared to track Maguire easily. He also had the best anti-reconnaissance awareness.
Moreover, this underground city is isolated from the outside world, and no one can enter or exit through the door inside the city hall without being noticed by anyone.
Maguire strolled towards the end of the underground city-state. The towering castle made of natural obsidian stood quietly in the dark night. The outer wall was inlaid with cold silver edges and dotted with crystal clear red crystal carvings, refracting a blurred grating under the faint light.
The deep red blood moon hanging high above the pitch-black dome casts its bright moonlight on the earth, covering this city carefully built with dark stones with layers of hazy red gauze. Walking in it is like being in a mysterious and strange dream.
Passing through layers of corridors, Maguire pushed open a huge door engraved with the seal of the heyday of the blood moon.
The view in front of him suddenly opened up, and a magnificent council-style palace appeared before him.
Maguire bowed his head respectfully.
In front of the blood clan, he was well aware of his own insignificance and humbleness. He did not dare to look around without permission and could only silently wait for the response from the ancestor of the blood clan.
He waited for a long time but received no order.
It seems that he came too early, and the blood clan ancestors who called him back have not arrived yet.
Maguire then slowly raised his head.
Above the towering dome, a chandelier made of black iron was hanging under cold iron chains. On both sides of the long table in the conference room, there was no figure on the thirteen high-backed chairs that looked like thrones.
suddenly.
Maguire seemed to have noticed something and looked towards the shadowed wall of the conference room.
Someone came earlier than him——
The tall figure was like a statue carved in the darkness, his coat seemed to rustle in the rising wind, and it was difficult to see his figure in the darkness.
In the darkness, only the pair of deep purple eyes were particularly clear.
"Colonel McCree, why are you here too?"
Maguire looked closely and determined the other person's identity from the outline of sunglasses faintly visible under his sharp purple eyes.
The Capital Garrison Command, the gendarmerie is divided into the First Brigade and the Second Brigade.
Last month, there was an accident with the magic energy of the Brillda, and the second brigade of the gendarmerie responsible for the outer areas of the capital was sent there.
The First Brigade of the Gendarmerie is responsible for ensuring public security in the inner ring of the capital.
Colonel McCree was the commander of the 1st Military Police Brigade.
"..."
The man just folded his arms and said nothing.
"How indifferent."
Maguire didn't intend to say much to the other party.
On the ground, he did not get along well with the commander of the First Military Police Brigade of the Capital Garrison Command.
This guy always wears sunglasses and looks arrogant.
Although both are colonels and the Imperial Special Operations Division, as a secret service department, has more authority than the Capital Garrison Command Military Police Brigade, McCree seems unaware of this.
at this time.
There was an unexpected sound of dripping water in the meeting room.
Deep in the palace, a green light flashed quietly.
A tender green seedling suddenly emerged from the lifeless ground.
It grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, its vines coiled around like snakes, and its leaves rustled.
In a blink of an eye, a tree as tall as a man rose from the ground with lush branches and leaves.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the tree trunk, and a slender figure slowly emerged, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her long light golden hair fell gracefully to her waist.
The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the slowly opened eyes were like new leaves in spring, or like the deep water of a blue lake, clear and bright with a faint light.
She was wearing a plain white dress decorated with intricate green patterns, like vines entwined around her.
Wearing wooden clogs on her white feet, she walked lightly down the tree trunk and strolled in the palace like the wind.
There is a refreshing and light floral fragrance all around, and the air is filled with the charming spring atmosphere.
"I'm sorry, this is my precious son. He is just like that. Captain Maguire, please forgive me."
The light-haired, green-eyed woman who appeared in the palace replied with a smile.
This made Maguire shudder.
He instinctively didn't want to make eye contact with this woman.
Nedochika, the Withered Bishop.
Good at wood and spiritual attributes.
She was a woman of unknown true identity who enjoyed playing with people's hearts. She liked to deceive those in power and killed many brave generals and wise ministers by spreading slander, bringing the country to the brink of collapse.
Everyone originally thought that she would find a saint son or saint daughter with equally bad abilities.
Unexpectedly, she found a Holy Son whose greatest characteristic was his outstanding frontal combat capability.
"Captain Maguire, why did you ignore me when I spoke to you?"
Withered Bishop Nedochika asked again.
There was innocence in her pure and innocent smile, but there was a hint of charm in her eyes that was chilling.
She looked around the palace hesitantly, her slender white fingers gently stroking the wall. Wherever she passed, tender flowers grew one after another, and green vines cascaded down like waterfalls.
The air instantly became fresher, and this power beyond nature made Maguire feel an indescribable magic and experience the power of the Creator.
"Your Excellency Bishop Nedochika is joking."
Maguire grunted and apologized.
The Withered Bishop looks like a very kind and beautiful woman, but if you really believe it, you will undoubtedly die without knowing how.
"Don't be so reserved..."
When Nedochika was about to say something, her eyes slowly turned towards the entrance of the meeting room.
In the palace, a figure walked, leaving rhythmic footsteps on the carpet.
The middle-aged man was wearing a dark green researcher's dress and a top hat. His hair and beard were neatly trimmed. He looked gentle and elegant, as if he had never experienced a battle. However, his overly dark eyeliner added a strong evil charm to him.
The dim lamp in his hand cast a long shadow on his body and around him.
The middle-aged man had pushed open the black iron door of the conference room at some point and walked in alone.
"Farmer, you were called here today too?"
The Withered Bishop Netochka recognized the Decayed Bishop at the first moment and asked in confusion.
Although their withered branch and rotten branch are both partners of the vampire clan.
But generally speaking, there wouldn't be anything important that would require all of their top fighters to be gathered together.
"Of course. Hritiel sent to call me."
The rotten Bishop Farmer nodded.
Even though he had just arrived, he could probably see how uneasy Captain Maguire was when he was surrounded by the two cardinals.
It seems that Captain Maguire's master, the ancestor of the blood clan, has not arrived yet, and Captain Maguire is very afraid of these notorious cardinals.
"Okay, Nedochika, you've scared me. Our cardinal has a very bad reputation in the southern continent. You have to be aware of this."
The rotten Bishop Farmer put down the box and said as if to smooth things over.
He was just considered cruel by others because he killed many people in his biological and chemical experiments.
But Nedochika is truly a scourge to the nation.
"Really? I didn't do anything bad. I just played around a little bit. Why are you blaming me for everything? Don't you think so, Holy Son?"
Netochka raised her hand, looked at her beautiful nails, and complained quietly.
"I can't judge you. One day I will arrest you."
The Withered Son did not agree with her, but instead stood against her and stubbornly denied it.
"Haha, you are indeed my greatest pleasure. I am waiting for that day to come. Catch me if you have the guts."
Not only was Nedochika not angry, she smiled playfully with her hands covering her mouth with her hands.
"As for you, Farmer, you should curb your hobbies a little in the capital of the Empire. The Imperial Special Operations Department is almost targeting you."
She turned to Farmer for advice.
"Serial murders happen everywhere. Is it rare in the Empire to kill a family of three and make a family portrait art statue?"
The rotten Bishop Famo asked disapprovingly.
Before they continued communicating.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, bishops."
As the voice rang out in the huge conference hall, two more figures walked in.
Leading the way was the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel.
She walked straight to the seventh high-back chair beside the chairman's table.
The other figure sat down in a high-back chair diagonally opposite her, looking relaxed and at ease.
Helitiel kept her eyes closed the whole time, as if she could see through the layers of dome and see the shapes woven by the bright stars in the night sky at all times.
“They all just arrived.”
Withered Bishop Netochka spread his hands casually.
"First, Maguire, let's talk about the intelligence of the Imperial Special Operations Department."
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, spoke in a calm and ethereal tone.
She didn't mind sharing the empire's latest developments with the two allied cardinals.
"no problem."
Maguire replied quickly.
"Violet has now returned to the capital, Blildar, but she has not noticed that Princess Alexia's personal freedom has been controlled, and she is still concentrating on preparing for the Moon Goddess Festival in the middle of the month."
Maguire then reported the latest situation.
The last instruction he received was to try to keep Violet, the Sixth Military Goddess, away from Brillda as long as possible.
The vampires secretly manipulated and created the illusion that the fragments of the king of the skeleton of the super ancient mythical beast had appeared in the world within the empire. The ruins that were discovered were extremely dangerous, and a powerful force was needed to protect the Imperial exploration team and the archaeologists of the Monastery of Saint Cremon.
Eventually, Violet herself traveled to Lake Stabergen in the neighboring province of Botswana, and was able to freeze over the entire surface of the lake near the exploration cave.
If fighting underwater or on the surface, Violet will have an absolute advantage.
Apart from her, only the first god of war, Hecintus, could ensure that everything would go smoothly, but as the commander-in-chief, Hecintus could not do it himself.
Therefore, Violet, the Sixth Military God, became the only choice.
During this period, the vampires have achieved many goals in Brillda.
For example, further controlling the royal family, transporting an ancestor back to the capital of the empire from abroad, and assassinating many targets that had long been wanted to be eliminated.
"Very good. During her absence, we have basically achieved our goals."
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel, nodded.
Although there were a few things that were not done, including failing to kill the wolf wizard with the Eye of Judgment.
But it is also within the allowable error range.
If we fail to kill the wolf witch in one go, it will be difficult to kill her. Not only will Violet protect her, but even old man Dax may notice her.
Although the fighting power of the henchmen under Duke Dax of the Imperial Special Operations Department is not that strong, their reconnaissance capabilities are quite strong. A few days ago, they almost caught evidence of Bishop Rotten's excessive gluttony.
Even Maguire did not dare to help the rotten bishop to collude with the outside. The risk of doing small moves in the Imperial Special Operations Department was very high. In addition, large-scale infiltration would definitely be discovered by Dax. At present, Maguire was the only vampire who truly defected to the Imperial Special Operations Department. In order to ensure that Maguire would not be implicated by other followers.
Apart from those troublesome spies of the Imperial Special Operations Department, there is a more important reason - Duke Dax is one of the most secretive and powerful men in the empire.
He is neither easy to assassinate nor easy to control. Not only does he have few flaws, but given his status in the empire and his insight, if he cannot be completely controlled, disaster will surely occur.
"Thanks to your plan, our assassination attempt was not suspected by the Empire, but was instead blamed on the Silver Moon Reform Society."
Captain Maguire flattered respectfully. Last month, the Silver Moon Restoration Society's assassination of nobles became more rampant. Although sometimes the Silver Moon Restoration Society helped them get rid of political enemies, sometimes they would also kill their controlled followers.
Maintaining certain conflicts within the Kremer Empire is certainly a good thing for the vampires.
But if we allow the terrorist organization Silver Moon Restoration to go on killing spree and inflame the nobles and the people to an uncontrollable level, even if the vampires take control of the Kreming Empire, it will be full of troubles and they will have to clean up the mess for the Silver Moon Restoration.
Even Marquis Helitier could not predict the identities of the nine venerables of this organization, because they had no contact with each other at all, and there was little cause and effect between the core members, making it impossible to predict.
Even if a venerable is found, it is difficult to use this venerable to eliminate other venerables.
So it's difficult to deal with.
But later, Marquis Heritear gave Maguire a vicious plan and asked him to carry it out -
If the Silver Moon Restoration Society wants to kill them, then they will help the Silver Moon Restoration Society to kill them.
Maguire and other vampire relatives also went to kill, taking the opportunity to kill a few more political enemies, creating a shocking case, and then put the blame on the Silver Moon Reform Society to stir up the emotions of the imperial nobles.
"The Empire's search for them has reached an unprecedented level. Even Colonel McCree is probably working overtime for this."
Maguire continued his sermon with a hint of apology.
Colonel McCree, who was standing on one side of the wall, glanced at him and said nothing.
"As expected, the Imperial Special Operations Department has to investigate the Silver Moon Reform Society, and even Nicholas the Red Falcon is very busy."
The rotten Bishop Farmer clapped his hands. He already knew what the vampires had done.
"You guys are really bad. No wonder I haven't heard any news about the Silver Moon Reform Society recently."
Withered Bishop Nedochika commented helplessly.
Now the blood clan not only controls the political power of the Kreming Empire, but also the economy and media of the empire. They can take advantage of the chaos to kill a few important figures of the empire who are difficult to deal with. With the Silver Moon Restoration Association taking the blame for the blood clan, the blood clan can act recklessly.
At the same time, some of the empire tycoons already controlled by the Vampires must be killed to confuse the ears and eyes, so as not to arouse suspicion.
Since their actions are premeditated, they can prepare in advance to distribute the deceased's inheritance and power from left hand to right hand. In essence, the loss is minimal, and they just change a puppet.
"This is called running in both directions. An old rival taught me this."
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, sneered, and it sounded like a sigh, and also like nostalgia.
"Maguire, what are the movements of the other military gods?"
She asked casually, turning her cheek.
Since the information related to the Twelve Military Gods is the top secret of the Imperial Military, unauthorized investigation may lead to counter-investigation. The Imperial Special Operations Department is the only one of the few inspection departments independent of the military.
As the war continues, the eighth-level hero units of both the Empire and the Allies will be gradually depleted.
The legions and city defense facilities also found it difficult to recover.
Although the vampires have top-notch hero units, they lack legionary strength.
They can only use humans, or convert from the human camp.
To some extent, the legion is like a line of soldiers. Without a line of soldiers to resist the enemy's city defense facilities and magic barriers, heroic units cannot break through alone and may even be defeated by a strong attack.
Today, the fierce fighting in the early stages of the war has gradually slowed down.
As the Allied forces lost strategic locations on the southern periphery, they voluntarily gave up some areas, resources and vision and withdrew their defense line to the north.
It is no longer easy for the Empire to capture the Allied hero units outside the city defenses.
Next, the key to victory for both sides lies in subsequent operations, the outcome of large-scale battles, and the competition for neutral resources.
In the absence of strategic points, the rhythm of offense and defense of both sides began to slow down. Perhaps the gods of war are gradually coming back to continue their crucial blessings of the gods of war and swords.
"Currently, only the Tenth Military God, the Ruby Seat Julius, has returned. More military gods will return during the Moon God Festival in the middle of the month. Then, during the Krewe National Day Festival next month, all military gods will definitely arrive to maintain order at the ceremony and receive blessings."
Maguire was still kneeling on one knee, his hands on his knee, reporting respectfully.
Crean's war gods all have the time-effective protection of the God of War and Swords, and can obtain a small degree of basic attribute enhancement. The annual National Day Festival is a time to regain the protection.
Only one kind of divine protection can be held at a time, and they cannot be stacked and coexist, but the Krei Empire's blessings from the god of war and the god of sword are rare pure attack attributes.
Moreover, the blessing of the God of War and the God of Sword that the Krelian Empire can bestow upon the God of War has a lasting effect of up to one year, rather than the short duration of most gods' blessings.
"Why is this guy coming back in such a hurry?"
Withered Bishop Nedochika asked intuitively.
Even though this god of war posed no threat to her.
"He didn't want to come back on his own. I guarantee he wants to be on the front lines of the battlefield more than anyone else. He wants to come back to face a military court."
Captain Maguire shook his head to explain.
This has to do with the last time when the Empire and the Allied Forces were engaged in their first large-scale energy grab in the Western Hub Area. The Tenth Military God, the Red Tourmaline Seat, Julius, turned the situation around with a single shot, causing a massive explosion that almost involved the Eighth Order of the Allied Forces, led by the Western Speaker, and other military gods.
The imperial military no longer dared to allow the greedy and reckless Lieutenant General Julius to mess around on the front line.
Perhaps the first god of war, Hecintus, used war as a way to realize the ideals of the empire.
Other military gods treat battles as their jobs.
Only the tenth god of war, Julius, truly enjoyed war.
"To be honest, I sometimes envy the God of War."
The rotten Bishop Farmer sighed.
"Please be careful not to expose your magic power in the capital of the empire. There are three military gods stationed here permanently, and there will be more and more national festivals until the end of the month."
The seventh patriarch, Marquis Heritir, alerted the two cardinals.
"Do we need to stay near Blildar?"
Withered Bishop Nedochika asked.
The rotten Bishop Farmer also looked at the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.
According to Marquis Helitier, they will be needed for something else, which is probably the main reason why they were invited here today.
"Famer, do you remember? You once asked me if it was really necessary for us to do this in order to kill Miaiya's daughter?"
Marquis Helitier asked the corrupt Bishop Farmer.
"Remember, we failed several times. It seems that Migaiya's daughter is under the protection of the goddess of fate. She can always avoid the deadly star you saw. It seems that she is indeed a priest of the church of the goddess of fate. It is not surprising that she is favored..."
Xiufu Farmer recalled briefly and remembered that he did ask about it when he personally gave the Xiufu Alchemy Beast to the vampires last time.
"The more we fail to kill that half-blood demon, the less anxious that eighth-level demon will be. Her evolution speed is abnormally fast. If she continues to hide in the Kreihe Empire to practice like this, she will become the biggest variable. Everything seems to be causally related to her."
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel, was speaking.
Ever since their blood clan captured Duke Migaiya, the silver-haired female demon actually found the coordinates of their Blood Moon City. She tortured the captured blood clan members to death and even interrogated them to find out the location of their underground palace.
And he let her, who was gifted with talent, run away.
Even though she was hit by the Blood King's divine fire, Helitiel could not be completely at ease.
Because the blood of the Sixth Military Goddess Shui Cangyu Violet can cure this fire poison.
But as long as she can make the silver-haired female demon feel intense hatred, no matter how she grows, she will never be a match for the third ancestor of their blood clan, Duke Lachar, who has the highest combat power.
Duke Lachar's power is at the pinnacle of mental magic. The heavier the enemy's negative emotions, the easier it is for Duke Lachar to find flaws in his mind and complete mental control and forced brainwashing.
"I understand. You are worried that on the day of the Krelian National Day at the end of the month, when the Twelve Military Gods are unable to act, the witch will come back and even bring stronger companions to break into Blood Moon City?"
The rotten bishop Farmer hammered his palm lightly and came to a conclusion. His eyes showed an even stronger interest. He had long wanted to capture this rumored gifted demon and put him in his own laboratory.
However, the threat of the silver-haired demon is not the main purpose of killing Miss Hyperion. The real significance of Miss Hyperion's death is to break the mental defense of Duke Migaiya. Only in this way can Migaiya become a slave of the vampires.
Duke Migaiya's dark magic is too useful to the vampires and can serve as their protective umbrella even during the day.
"I don't know if the witch will come to rescue her husband on that day, but I think according to her thinking, if possible, she will try on National Day. The longer the time is delayed, the more likely her husband will be killed by us out of patience."
Hritiel affirmed.
aside.
"One, two, three... six, seven."
Withered Bishop Nedochika counted, tapping the air with her fingertips. She counted herself, the rotten Bishop Farmer, the Marquis Helitier, and the figure sitting opposite the Marquis Helitier.
The figure was obviously also a vampire, but he hadn't spoken a word since entering the meeting room. He just listened calmly.
The others should refer to the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, who were not present today.
She only counted those at level eight and above, which made seven.
“This is necessary preparation.”
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, seemed to have seen through the frivolous thoughts of the Withered Bishop Netochka and told her.
It is absolutely right to be cautious. It was because we were not 1000% or even 10,000% prepared in the beginning.
Marquis Helitiel clenched his hands, which was rare.
"Thank you for rescuing me."
The figure on the tenth high-back chair finally spoke.
He has white hair and ruby-like eyes that are bright and restrained.
"..."
Maguire couldn't help but look at the vampire.
He has been to Blood Moon City so many times, but this is the first time he has seen this person.
Soon, Maguire realized that he was being rude and shouldn't have looked the other person in the eye, and began to panic.
The ancestor of the blood clan that Maguire was looking at at this moment seemed to have noticed Maguire's gaze and gave him a gentle and polite smile in response.
Unlike other vampire ancestors, he does not seem to be dangerous at all, and his existence itself is like a natural work of art.
“No need to be formal.”
The blood clan marquis spoke.
He was sealed in the north ten thousand years ago, and it would have taken longer to find him.
Fortunately, the defeat of the apostle Duke Morotian seemed to have triggered a series of chain reactions in the north, so the forces on the northern continent took the initiative to propose a deal to them, offering to return the mosaic stone pillar that sealed a certain vampire marquis, in exchange for a portion of the blood and soul of each of their four vampire ancestors from the southern continent.
I don’t know what the Northern Continent is planning, but I’m afraid it’s not the Northern Continent, and may even be further outside the Land of Disaster.
But that may be a variable that will happen in another story in the next few years.
Now they have received the vampire marquis sent by the other party across the ocean.
After the seal was opened, it was discovered that the one who was resurrected was the tenth ancestor Ulysses.
"Ulises, I'll trouble you to help us fight when the time comes."
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, looked at this old friend whom he had not seen for tens of thousands of years and pleaded with reluctance.
He has just been unsealed and now he is being forced to fight again.
"It doesn't matter. Everything is for our long-cherished wish."
The tenth ancestor Ulises nodded in agreement.
As the supreme painter of the vampires, his power [Blood Creation] can make the products of his pen materialize in a short period of time. He can quickly create a large number of summons according to the situation, making him a very versatile summoner.
Although his combat capability is weaker than the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, and the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, he wins in comprehensiveness and is almost an ancestor of the hexagonal magic system, and can deal with all kinds of opponents.
"You really gave that demon lady quite a bit of respect."
Withered Bishop Nedochika said with a smile.
One ninth level plus six cardinals at the eighth level.
The defensive strength of Blood Moon City will reach its strongest on that day.
It’s an overdose trap.
And with the support of the Blood Moon City's impeccable mechanism, no matter how many enemies come, they will be defeated.
It seems that the vampires are just waiting to capture the demon and put an end to the trouble before they start the next step of their plan to completely control the imperial royal family.
"As long as we assimilate the Night Bishop Migaia into our ranks, we will no longer be affected by the Empire's daytime influence, even on earth."
Marquis Helitier slowly opened his eyes that were as deep as a pool of blood. The gaze above the teardrop mole seemed to have traveled through the vast space and time, spanning countless epochs.
"We vampires will learn from our mistakes, but humans will not. This foolish race can only keep repeating history, repeating tragedy after tragedy, and perish over and over again."
By then, even the Twelve Gods of War, Emperor Saint Cremon, and Duke Dax will not be able to stop them, the vampires.
Heliti's voice seemed to carry weight, falling continuously, penetrating the ground, and falling into the vast void of Blood Moon City.
……
Blood Moon City, deep in the abyss several kilometers below the void.
The palace is like a rolling and mosaic of stone cubes. At the end of the spiral steps is a temple space with an altar standing in the center.
A haggard man was sealed in a black amber crystal in the center of the altar.
The black crystal trapped his figure inside and he was unable to break free.
He was a gentle black-haired man with an aura that made people feel close to him, and he was incredibly handsome.
But at this moment he was just sleeping soundly.
(End of this chapter)