NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 837 Lanqi's Battle of Hell
Chapter 837 Lanqi's Battle of Hell
twenty years ago.
The fireworks were high and bright red.
On the day of the bloodbath, the city of Brillda was enveloped in a sea of fire.
The festive atmosphere of the National Day celebrations has long been replaced by anger and riots.
The usually busy streets were now filled with cries, screams and roars.
Crowds of mobs surged towards the nobles' mansions like a tide, armed with knives and sticks, with flames of hatred burning in their eyes.
Most of the main buildings in the city were attacked. Thick smoke obscured the sky and flames licked the ancient wooden beams. Occasionally, panicked nobles tried to escape by carriage, but were blocked by angry people with heavy weapons. Women wearing gold and silver were dragged off the carriages, their jewels and ornaments were looted, and soon they lay on the ground with blood on their faces, lifeless.
The twelve military gods of the contemporary era all had disagreements. They, who should have received the blessings of the God of War and Sword today, joined the battlefield together, attacking each other, protecting the royal family, aiding civilians, or helping the nobles suppress riots.
The fire from the Imperial mechanical weapons and magic particle cannons intersected above the city defense barrier. The screams of the Imperial soldiers were endless. Civilians were inevitably affected. Even with the city defense barrier, it was difficult to be fully effective due to overload operation.
If the nobles' mansions were unlucky enough, they would be captured and catch fire, with the crimson roofs collapsing.
The entire city of Blildar fell into a frenzy of self-destruction.
The huge heart of the Kremer Empire was reduced to ruins in just one day. The former prosperity was shattered, leaving only a purgatory of blood and fire.
No one can give an answer as to why the confrontation is endless and when it has been going on.
Not far from the City Hall, in a mansion that matches the family background and power.
Deep red tapestries hang on the walls, and the delicate embroidery shows the history and glory of the family and the Cretan Empire.
"..."
He was just nine years old. He supported himself on his elbows and crawled out from the cracks in the bedroom floor.
The urine-stained pants were sticky, but not unbearable.
Compared to this, the tight joints were stiff and painful, and it was even more painful to try not to make any noise on the floor.
Luckily, those guys searched everything here and couldn't find him, but it wouldn't hurt to be a little more careful.
He had learned from his childhood that any living thing would be hungry if it did not eat. The magical thing was that he had not eaten for almost the entire day, but he was not hungry at all.
Maybe it’s a protective mechanism to avoid vomiting at the smell of a loved one roasting.
It was winter, late November, but his throat was dry as if it had been through a rough afternoon in midsummer, his head was aching terribly, and his tinnitus was constant.
After confirming the condition of the room, he crawled on the floor, took off his noble coat, and tried to dress as sloppily and dirty as possible, making himself look more like a commoner, no, a refugee.
He carefully avoided any noise in the house, trying to sneak into the backyard where no one could see him, and then escape from the almost empty mansion.
No matter where he passed, the house that had made him feel happy and secure since he was born had become completely unrecognizable.
Anything of remote value was looted.
Even the vases and the flowers in them were not spared.
The cage was even opened, leaving only the canary's broken feathers and broken wings stained with blood.
He found a broken vase and stuffed his head into the base like a dog, desperately trying to drink water to moisten his throat, not caring whether the water mixed with mud was clean or not.
Finally alive.
Then, without even wiping his mouth, he looked around the room.
The cabinets were broken into pieces, everything had been ransacked, even the maids' clothes had been torn out and scattered all over the floor, with footprints on them.
Maybe they were covered with too much dirt, so no one picked them up.
He supported himself on the broken floor with his hands, slowly stood up from his crawling state, and listened further to the noise outside.
The corridor that I could see from the corner of my eye was in a mess, stained with mud, blood and sticky things.
"..."
After making sure it was safe, he took cautious steps.
However, as he was about to step outside, he stepped on something soft.
He lowered his head and bent over to pick it up, not caring whether it was a dangerous and unnecessary action at this moment.
It's my sister's ribbon.
He recognized it.
That is my sister's most commonly used hair accessory.
Although it was not particularly gorgeous, his sister liked it very much because it was his birthday gift to her.
He picked up the ribbon, and the pungent smell on it made his hands tremble.
After a brief struggle, he threw away the ribbon as if he had been electrocuted and looked forward again.
He secretly peeked through the window of the corridor to the back of the courtyard and confirmed that the guys had temporarily left the vicinity. He held his heartbeat and nimbly climbed over the window more than one meter high.
The sky was a dirty red.
Can't tell whether it is morning or evening.
The shadow stretched out long, and he used the training of his family knights to stick his body to the wall and hide his shadow.
When he was five or six years old, he was considered to have outstanding talent, and even the knight who trained him was quickly defeated by him.
If not for this, he probably wouldn't have had any hope of hiding himself today and finding an opportunity to escape.
He moved slowly along the wall, aiming at the courtyard next door.
as predicted.
The house next door was also engulfed in flames with black smoke billowing out.
Subconsciously, he didn't dare to look up.
Because if you look up, you will see the inhuman-like thing on the top of your house—
"He can't run far. He's just a kid of a few years old. There's absolutely no hope for him to get away today."
"If we catch him, we'll disembowel him, just like his parents did! And hang him on the roof of the mansion for public display!"
"Their family has royal blood. Would we be going too far?"
"It has come to this. That is why we must follow through to the end."
"Never let the remnants of the Marquis family go!"
The sound of searching footsteps made him hold his breath again.
"..."
His eyes were sore, and at this point, he felt that giving up on escaping and committing suicide would be the best option.
This way there will be no fear and no pain.
The fire that came from nowhere could not be extinguished, causing his cheeks to sting.
The momentum is surging, and the catastrophe is echoing.
Just by listening to the sound, he seemed to see his father being beheaded and his mother having her clothes torn off. He also heard with his own ears his sister crying and dying on the floor, slowly losing her life and no longer breathing.
He was just a nine-year-old boy, and his shoulders could no longer support him.
As long as you lose everything, you will feel relaxed.
That's how it should be.
Just one wrong step will lead you to hell on earth.
Why are you still seeking survival?
The flames were reflected in the boy's eyes as he observed the actions of these burners, killers and looters.
His bloodstained lips were no longer tightly pursed, but revealed a smile of relief.
That half-sad, half-joyful voice made him sound like he was both crying and laughing.
……
Twenty years passed in a flash.
The morning light is just breaking and the streets of Brillda are already waking up.
Rays of golden sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on the sparkling waves of the Grande River.
This reborn heart of the empire is no less prosperous and beautiful than any other city along the mountains and coasts of the empire.
The heroic statue stands solemnly, waiting for the annual grand celebration.
Towering buildings and a strong artistic atmosphere can be found in every corner of Brillda.
The Krewe Memorial Square in the center of the city-state is surrounded by white monuments and dark gray statues of the first generation of military gods in different styles.
At the end of November, a series of festivals make Brillda lively.
From time to time, a ray of morning light shines on the spacious streets, a wisp of rose fragrance wafts through the air, or a piece of soft music played by an artist, like the chirping of birds in a greenhouse. Even at sunrise, the city-state looks like a pure paradise.
The sun rises higher and higher.
Until the ancient sundial in the large monastery at the southernmost end of the city-state pointed to nine in the morning.
"What a beautiful day today is."
Many students from St. Clement's Monastery were leaving the monastery area in a hurry and heading to the Clement Memorial Square in the city center.
"I've been waiting for this day for a year, and I'm going to party hard."
"you do not say."
His companion echoed,
"Today, His Majesty the Emperor will personally review the cavalry regiment. This is the twentieth year since the day of mourning. The scene will surely be spectacular."
At the big station of St. Clement's Abbey, a group of young people who looked like students were discussing something.
"It's a pity that Ursula and Elsa couldn't be called out today. They said that they could just watch the broadcast of the Brildad Broadcasting Company in the monastery. It would be great to actually see it with their own eyes."
"Perhaps Ursula, as the eldest daughter of Marquis Roland's family, also suffered a bloodbath..."
"Let's talk about the new rumors about Professor Landry and his cat wife!"
They realized that they had touched upon a sensitive topic, so they coughed and stopped talking about their friend's family background, and instead turned to the most lighthearted and interesting topics.
"What, there's a new version?"
Then there was laughter again.
The place they were going to at the moment was the square in front of the Saint-Astrie Palace in the center of Brildal, six hundred meters north of the Holworth Cross where the Imperial Special Operations Department was located.
Therefore, the Imperial Special Operations Department was once nicknamed the "Royal Lackey Guard" for a period of time. Compared with the Royal Guards who are specifically responsible for protecting the interior of the palace, the Imperial Special Operations Department will never tolerate any enemy who attempts to endanger the security of the empire, and its deterrent power is greater.
The Royal Palace of Saint-Astrie was originally built by order of Hoffmann I, the monarch of the Cretan Empire. From the 15th to the 17th century, the Palace of Saint-Astrie was the main residence of the monarchs of the Cretan Empire.
The Palace of Saint-Astrie is built of red bricks, a typical architectural style of the Cyranic period.
The palace has four branch halls, namely the Messenger Courtyard, the Divine Courtyard, the Color Courtyard and the Bright Courtyard. The main building has a throne hall, which is used for important ceremonies such as coronation.
The famous ceremony of blessing the twelve military gods is held at the Crémonial Square in front of the Saint-Astrie Palace, where the god of war and swords bless the twelve military gods every year.
The most famous interior of the Palace of Saint-Astrie is the Royal Court, which was once the place where the emperors of the Cretan Empire met with ministers and received foreign envoys.
The inner courtyard is decorated with luxurious tapestries and paintings from the period of the Cyranic Dynasty. Another important room is the throne room designed by the ancient imperial artist Plance Jonville. In the niches at both ends are placed busts of successive monarchs of the Cretan Empire. The murals on both sides of the corridor depict the town landscape of the Age of Gods in the Book of Genesis. There is also a maid's lounge and a standing armory.
Many important ceremonies, such as welcome ceremonies for state visits and wedding banquets for royal family members, are held here. The coronation ceremony of the current King of the Cretan Empire, Saint Bardo the Great, was held here.
"Did you know that the official 'Military Parade' of the Kremer Empire National Day has two parts to its ceremonial process and traditions?"
There were also students from St. Clement's Monastery who passed by and shared scientific knowledge with their friends like history teachers.
"In the morning there will be the usual celebrations and parade."
"Usually, after the regular celebrations in the morning, there will be a lunch break, and the military blessing ceremony will begin at 3:00 p.m. It will be held on the Grand Boulevard in front of the Saint-Astrie Palace."
"The whole ceremony lasted about two hours."
Follow the process of previous years.
First, the Royal Horse Guards assembled, with 1,400 guards, 200 cavalry and 400 military band members from the Royal Horse Guards assembled in front of the Palace of Saint-Astrie.
During Horse Guards Review, the Horse Guards are reviewed by the Colonel Royal, who is a member of the Royal Family.
Then the Emperor and the Royal Family arrived in their carriages, and the King set out in a royal coach from the Palace of Saint-Astry, passed the parade ground, and took his seat in the Royal Stand.
The rest of the royal family followed in carriages.
As the military band played the music of "Royal Flame", the emperor, protected by the Guards, rode on horseback to review the Royal Horse Guards.
The color-bearer took his position and rode out from the Palace of Saint-Astrie on horseback, holding the fluttering color of the cavalry regiment, and arrived at the parade ground. The military band played the "March of Cuseiros".
Each company marched in a flag-parade, and to the sound of military music, each company of the cavalry regiment marched in formation along the parade ground. Each formation was led by an officer and a military band, and finally lined up on Grand Avenue, ending the morning parade.
in the afternoon.
The climax of the parade is the Horse Guards parade passing in front of the Palace of Saint-Astrie to pay tribute to the Emperor.
Then the God of War appeared and began the blessing ceremony.
The national anthem was played and the Royal Engineers flew overhead.
During the closing steps, the royal family returned to the Palace of Saint-Astrie in carriages or on horseback, and the god of war was required to protect the emperor.
Finally, at sunset, His Majesty the Emperor greeted the people from the open-air balcony of the Palace of Saint-Astrie.
The celebration reached its climax with the aerobatic performance by the Royal Aircraft Corps.
The historical tradition of the military parade is to demonstrate the power of the Cretan Empire's royal family and army and to inspire the people's patriotism. The military flag is held by a different regiment every year. A large number of people will gather in front of the Saint-Astrie Palace and along the way to watch the parade. It will also be broadcast nationwide and will even be watched by the northern kingdoms. It has become an important cultural tradition of the Cretan Empire.
And Brillda was even luckier to be able to go to the scene.
"If only we could run into the professor."
Although the students were gossiping, they still liked the professor who came to St. Chrysanthemum Monastery this year.
"Someone invited the professor, but he said he had to do something important today. I don't know why he had to work overtime on National Day."
"He's such a workaholic that he didn't take a break during the Lunar Festival, and he continued to work overtime on National Day. To be honest, I don't think I've ever seen him take a break."
“There’s always a feeling that I don’t have time to die.”
A student sighed.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"But Professor Landry sometimes looks like he would calmly face death for certain things, and no one can persuade him to stop. Don't you think so?"
"Don't..."
In front of the platform, the students' conversations were gradually drowned out by the city's magic rail train that whizzed past and entered the platform.
"Dear passengers, the Hallworth train has entered St. Clement's Abbey Station. The next stop is Wilton Station. It will arrive at the final stop - Hallworth North - in thirty minutes."
As the announcement sounded, people got on and off the bus.
The train's doors closed and it slowly accelerated towards the center of Brillda.
The other side at this time.
At the Palace of Saint-Astrie, the palace's ceremonial officers have been busy since morning.
They polished every piece of silver to ensure it sparkled in the sunlight, carefully ironed every tablecloth until there was not a wrinkle, and picked the most colorful roses in the garden to decorate the corners in need.
The entire Saint-Astrie Palace has been given a new lease of life.
The Horse Guards assembled in front of the palace.
They were dressed in bright red uniforms and wore heroic tall black bearskin hats. The horses beneath them neighed and pawed the ground with their hooves, as if they also felt that today was different.
Four hundred military band members held their instruments, ready to play celebratory music at any time.
The streets of the Manhot district in the center of Blida were already crowded with people who came to watch the ceremony.
Even the area around the Brillda Opera House, two kilometers away from the Royal Palace, was packed with people.
When the clock struck ten, the celebration officially began.
The royal colonel in gorgeous clothes walked up to the Horse Guards and began the review.
His eyes swept over each soldier, making sure they were impeccably groomed.
The soldiers stood at attention and saluted, without looking away.
Then, there was the sound of horse hooves and wheels, and the royal carriage carrying Saint Bardo the Great slowly drove out of the Palace of Saint-Astrie.
The carriage was painted with gold-painted patterns of the Seros Empire, and the four white horses were flawless, as if they were stepping on the clouds.
The emperor was wearing a crimson military uniform today, and the medals on his chest were shining in the scorching sun.
He waved to the cheering people with a warm smile on his face.
Behind him, the Queen and other royal family members also rode in carriages and waved to the people politely.
The crowd responded to Saint Bardo the Great with a torrent of cheers.
After getting off the car, Saint Bardo walked up to the Royal Horse Guards, and his boots made a crisp sound in the square.
The cavalrymen stood motionless, like statues.
Saint Bardo the Great reviewed the troops as per custom, his eyes sweeping over every cavalryman.
Emperor Krelian, who is about fifty years old, holds a sword, the legendary Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros. It makes people feel that he, who is blessed by his ancestors, has an imposing power no less than that of the strongest man of the eighth rank. The royal heroes in the history of the empire seem to have turned into phantoms to guard behind him.
The cavalrymen looked straight ahead, their blood surging and their fighting spirit rising.
The Royal Military Band played "Royal Flame" on time, and the majestic music echoed in the square.
The sound of the trumpet is loud and long, as if it can penetrate the sky; the drum beats are sonorous and powerful, striking people's hearts; the melodies of the bangdi and flute are cheerful and jumping, conveying the joy of the National Day celebration to the hearts of the people.
The music is sometimes low and sometimes high, sometimes soothing and sometimes passionate.
The music stopped abruptly, and cavalrymen in bright red uniforms rode up to the stage.
He held the reins in one hand and held high a fluttering military flag in the other.
The military flag was embroidered with the emblem of the cavalry regiment, a roaring lion, symbolizing the bravery and indomitable spirit of the Crane Empire cavalry.
The cavalrymen walked slowly across the square with their heads held high and their eyes looking forward, paying high tribute to Saint Bardo the Great.
Immediately afterwards, the cavalry regiment began to march in formation, square after square.
They lined up neatly and their horses marched in unison.
The iron hooves hit the ground, making a clanging sound, and the earth was shaking.
The cavalrymen stood tall, their military appearance was neat, and their demeanor was heroic.
Their sabers and insignia gleamed in the midday winter sun, dazzling the eyes.
The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers, mixed with shouts of "Long live Saint Bardo".
The national flag and royal flag fluttered among the crowd, forming a sea of gold and red.
Saint Bardo the Great looked at the soldiers with a loving gaze.
These loyal guards are his strongest backing, the cornerstone of the Cretan Empire's unshakable presence, and the backbone of maintaining his regime.
Even as the morning parade drew to a close, the sea of people showed no sign of dispersing.
If you give up the best viewing spot at this time, you may not have the chance to reach the same location again in the afternoon.
The cavalrymen lined up and regrouped in the center of the square.
At the command, all the cavalry saluted Saint Bardo the Great at the same time.
Saint Bardo the Great returned their greetings, looked around the square, and raised his hand to the cheering crowd.
His expression was solemn and serious, but the fine lines at the corners of his eyes revealed a smile.
The bloodbath of twenty years ago is long gone.
When people see the light of success, they will forget the darkness of the means.
Under his control, the Kremer Empire was moving forward step by step towards invincibility in an orderly manner.
……
Under the clear sky, you can see a blue and bright color by looking up.
The sun is high in the sky, dazzling red.
In winter, the midday sun rarely makes people's skin feel warm, and the sound of water in the canal connecting the south of the city is crisp and melodious.
When the clock struck three in the afternoon, the whole city of Blierda was in an uproar.
From the Brighton Tower on the south bank of the Grand River to the Imperial Parliament on the north bank, from Greenwich Park in the east to Heidelberg Gardens in the west, the festive atmosphere is everywhere.
The square in front of Brighton Tower was crowded with people.
The citizens were dressed in festive attire, singing and laughing, the sound of which resounded through the sky.
"Dear people of Crete."
Saint Bardo Hoffmann the Great stood on the terrace of the Royal Palace of Saint-Astrie, facing the cheering crowd outside in the square below.
He was dressed in his morning formal attire and raised his hand to signal for silence.
Gradually, the cheers died down and everyone held their breath, waiting for his speech.
"Today is the National Day of our great Cretan Empire. On this special occasion, on behalf of the royal family, I would like to extend my most sincere holiday wishes to you."
The powerful voice of Saint Bardo the Great began to speak,
"The past year has been an extraordinary year. Our Kremen Empire has achieved remarkable achievements in all fields. Our economy is booming, our technology is advancing, and our culture is flourishing. All of this is the result of the wisdom and sweat of all the Kremen people. As your monarch, I am extremely proud to have such hardworking, brave, and talented people."
There was constant applause from the crowd.
Saint Bardo smiled and waited for the applause to die down before continuing his speech.
"However, we must never be complacent because of our current achievements. Looking back at the history of the Cretan Empire, we have experienced countless setbacks and challenges. It is precisely because of the concerted efforts and selfless dedication of generations of Cretan people that our country can stand tall among the nations of the world and we can enjoy the happy life we have today."
"Looking to the future, we still have many tasks to accomplish and many difficulties to overcome. But I firmly believe that with your support and dedication, and with the courage and wisdom of our Cretan people, we will be able to overcome all difficulties and obstacles and build the Cretan Empire into a more prosperous and powerful country."
Saint Bardo the Great’s words were so powerful that many citizens felt their blood boil and straightened their chests.
"Dear people of Krei, let us go hand in hand and work tirelessly for the all-out offensive of the Krei Empire. Let us work together to create even more brilliant achievements in the new year. Let us wish together that the Krei Empire will prosper and the people will be safe! May the God of War and Sword protect our twelve military gods, and wish them good luck in military affairs, and win victory for all the people of our Krei Empire in this special year!"
His voice became louder and louder, and the crowd erupted in thunderous response.
"Long live Saint Bardo the Great! Long live the Cretan Empire!"
The people of Crete shouted in unison, over and over again.
The applause lasted for a long time, and Saint Bardo the Great raised his hand to greet the people.
The sound slowly died down again.
Everyone knew that at this moment, one of the most important ceremonies of the day, the Ceremony of the Blessing of the Twelve Military Gods, would be held at the sacred Krewe Memorial Square.
The bell, which had already rung, rang twelve more times, and the door of the Divine Cathedral on the side of the Kremlin Memorial Square slowly opened.
That is another exit connected to the "God's Temple" space of the Imperial Army Headquarters, and it is also a ceremonial ancient relic building that has been preserved by the Krelian Empire for many years.
Inside the gate of the Divine Cathedral, the golden light from inside the door almost illuminated the entire square.
The people held their breath and stared at the door, waiting for the legendary twelve military gods to appear.
Soon.
The indigo-haired young man ran out in a hurry and waved to everyone with a smile.
It seemed that his reaction was a little slow. He should have come out earlier, but when other military gods reminded him, he realized that it was time to come out, so he started to jog.
He was tall and wore a long wing-like cloak. The cloak fluttered gently, emitting a faint light of light blue and white, as if it were a fragment peeled off from the clouds in the sky. The end of the cloak was shaped like an angel's wings. Every time the breeze blew, people mistakenly thought that he was about to fly, and his light steps were as free as a feather drifting in the wind.
The young man has a youthful and energetic face, with a refreshing indigo short hair that gleams in the sun and dances in the wind.
He is none other than the First God of War, Diamond Seat Hycintus.
"Look, that's Lord Hecintus, the First God of War!"
"He looks so young, handsome and sunny!"
"What if it's still a little cute."
The people were talking excitedly, especially the girls, their voices became so loud that they could even reach Hecintus in the square.
Hecintus stopped, turned to face the people, and bowed deeply.
The square suddenly became much quieter.
Then, even more enthusiastic voices broke out.
Hecintus did not interact much with the people.
The salute just now, without any arrogance or grace, is more powerful than any words.
He stood at the foot of the diamond throne in the Kremer Memorial Plaza, waiting for the other military gods to arrive.
Behind the door of the Divine Cathedral.
Another figure walked out.
His pace was much steadier than Hecintus's, neither hurried nor slow, and he ignored any sounds or atmosphere in the square, just walking on his own.
The man was holding a black-bladed imperial sword, wearing cloth armor, and his long black hair was tied into a high ponytail.
His appearance caused the air around him to freeze, and the chill around him made the temperature outside the square drop by several degrees in an instant.
The noise outside the square quickly died down, and no one dared to disturb the god of war, whose temperament was completely different from Hyacinthus.
He stopped in front of the obsidian throne.
He stood still with his eyes closed, holding the sword. His slightly opened eyes looked sharp and focused as he followed Hecintus beside him.
When the people saw the second god of war, the Obsidian Throne of Saron, they began to talk again.
"That's General Salon, the greatest swordsman in the Empire who has never been defeated outside the Empire."
"Other military gods are no match for him. In his opinion, being a military god should be a very boring thing. He has been looking for a strong man to fight throughout his life."
"Stop talking about it."
The conversation didn't continue for long.
The third military god, Geyat, the throne of Sardonyx, came out.
Everyone knows that although Goyat is so powerful that even the Cardinal of the Church of Resurrection may not be able to match him, there is a huge gap between him and the second military god, Obsidian Saron, and Saron will not even challenge Goyat.
Geyat was wearing a jet-black robe and holding a mechanical agate staff. His handsome and cold face and indifferent eyes were faintly visible in the winter, flashing with arrogance that looked down on everyone.
"Humph."
Geyat sneered at the people's discussions and came to the throne of sardonyx.
"Don't be so angry, Geyat. There are few people in this world who are stronger than you. Those who are stronger than you are exceptions."
Then came the fourth military god, Jasper, the Jade Seat, who comforted Geyat with a half-smile.
She can fight against the top bishops of the Resurrection Church in a head-on battle, but she does not have the stronger suppressive power like Geyat.
Jasper's height of 1.8 meters is not inferior even to that of male military gods, and his long black hair is neatly tied behind his head.
What attracted more attention from people outside the square was her mechanical prosthetic eye.
Not only is she the strongest mechanic in the empire at the moment, she also has certain signs of transformation on herself.
"That's Master Jasper."
"As expected of the Jade Seat, that pair of eyes, one is as gentle as autumn water, the other is as sharp as ice, it is truly unique."
The people began to talk about the most powerful mechanical pioneer in the empire today.
Jasper's temper was obviously much better than the previous two military gods. Even if they discussed her, she wouldn't mind and would even smile.
She stood in front of the Jade Seat in the Cretan Memorial Square and joined Hecintus, Salon and Geyat. The four of them were like four unshakable mountains, making the people of Cretan stand in awe.
"Oh, it's such a headache. As a doctor, I have to attend this kind of event every year..."
A faint complaint drifted out from the corner of his mouth.
The doctor in a plain white coat walked out of the Divine Cathedral at a leisurely pace.
Under his short silver hair was a face with squinting eyes and a smile, and although he was complaining, it didn't seem to bother him in particular.
Even in such a solemn occasion, he still carried a long dark gold medicine box.
That is the equipment he will never leave, and it is also his responsibility.
"Since the Imperial God of War's blessing ceremony does not restrict the God of War's attire according to tradition, they can wear whatever they are most accustomed to on the battlefield, so sometimes strong men like Doctor Luke Yed will appear."
"Don't look at him like this, he is the fifth military god, Mica Seat. His existence itself is a shot in the arm."
Luke Yaed stood in front of Mica's seat, heard the people's discussions, smiled slightly, and nodded to them.
His eyes swept through the crowd, as if checking everyone's health status.
"It's the High Priest Shui Cangyu!"
"High Priest of the Moon God!"
Shouts of reverence immediately welcomed the next military god.
The Sixth Military Goddess Shui Cangyu Violet appeared in front of everyone.
She looked to be around thirty years old, with an indescribable mature charm. Her long dark blue hair glowed with a deep and rich luster under the midday sun, making her skin as fair as white jade. Her pair of purple eyes under her willow-leaf curved eyebrows were as clear as water, yet contained a hint of a storm, making people dare not stare at her for too long.
Violet heard the voices of the people and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.
She stopped at the azure throne, turned to face the people, and performed a perfect priestly ceremony.
This action instantly silenced the entire audience, as they were all impressed by her grace.
"beautiful."
"The Moon God High Priest is the best in the world!"
"The principal is the best!"
The people of Brillda were in an uproar again. The students of St. Cremona's Monastery, who mingled among the citizens, followed Violet's figure with their eyes and competed to tell her legendary deeds.
After a few seconds.
The arrival of Philip, the Blood-Chalcedony Throne of the Seventh Military God, changed the atmosphere of the entire square again.
It seemed as if a fireball flew out of the Divine Cathedral and hit the center of the square, causing a deafening roar and raging flames.
In the flames, Philip's figure gradually emerged.
He was wearing dark red heavy armor and his cloak was blood-red, fluttering in the wind.
Philip strode forward, a hot air current swirled around him, the air was twisted and deformed, and it could catch fire at any time.
People looked at each other, not knowing how to react.
Just as Philip arrived at the Blood Chalcedony Seat, Conzel, who was at the White Gold Stone Seat of the Eighth Military God, followed closely behind.
He looks to be in his forties, but he has a stronger physique than anyone else.
Kangzel's brows showed firmness and righteousness, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He was two meters tall and wore mechanical plate armor that was the crystallization of imperial magic engineering. His left and right wrists were covered with a thick layer of metal that fit perfectly with his skin, and the complex mechanical structure underneath was faintly visible.
His appearance immediately made the people calm and lively again. As the most reliable shield of Krelian in the empire, Kangzel was a symbol of security.
Behind Conzel, a silent figure had walked into the square without anyone noticing.
He had a perfect face and an upright figure, with short dark purple hair neatly combed back. He wore a straight military uniform with epaulettes and armbands shining with golden tassels, which made him look extraordinary.
His green eyes were calm and sharp, like a bottomless lake, yet they emitted a sharp light that made people dare not look into his eyes.
When the people saw the Ninth Military God Ryan, there was another commotion.
Mostly praises.
Marquis Ryan Roland was rarely criticized for his military achievements or upright conduct. As a nobleman, he rarely had the airs of a nobleman and was more strict with himself than lenient with others.
Ryan nodded slightly, expressing his gratitude for the people's voice.
"Tsk, it's so noisy."
The Tenth God of War, the Ruby Seat Julius, smacked his lips and walked straight towards the direction where he was going to receive the protection.
He looked like the youngest among the military gods, with slightly messy dark red hair. He was wearing his family's military uniform, and the tie and accessories that he rarely wore normally were now fully worn.
"Don't be upset, Julius. Today is such a nice day."
A faint scent of sandalwood wafted in the air that shouldn't have appeared in the square, and Simonro, the 11th God of War and the Emerald Seat, landed beside Julius.
He had a gentle face, and his light gold priest robe was embroidered with exquisite emerald green patterns. His eyes were pure silver, as if they could see through everything in the world, and they contained unspeakable wisdom and compassion.
"Yes, Julius, be happy!"
Bianca, the 12th God of War, Cat's Eye Seat, ran out and patted Simonlo on the shoulder, then overtook and patted Julius.
"How come you are always so happy?"
Julius looked back in surprise, but he was not angry. He just had a bad temper, but he was not an idiot. He had a good relationship with most of the military gods.
As the only orc god of war in the empire, Bianca's cat ears and long tail always attract special attention.
Her long orange hair fell on her shoulders, and the dark green leather armor outlined her beautiful figure.
The three of them chatted without any discipline, and came to the last three imperial military god gem seats to wait.
The twelve gods of war are like twelve sharp swords, shining in the wind.
They were all there.
The whole square fell silent.
Everyone can feel the solemnity of this moment.
Saint Bardo the Great slowly rose from his throne and walked to the edge of the stands.
Facing the knight statue of the god of war and sword at the end of the Cremon Memorial Square, he slowly drew out his sword of the heroic spirit, Seiros, and pointed the tip of the sword to the sky.
At this moment, everyone in the square stared at it.
They knew that the grand moment was approaching.
"Ancestors are above, please protect your people."
"In the name of God, grant the sharp blade!"
Saint Bardo began to chant the prayer of Cuseiros.
His voice was loud and solemn, and every word was filled with respect and prayers to the gods of war and swords. He prayed to the gods of war to protect the empire, grant the imperial army supreme courage and strength, and let the gods of war lead the empire into a more glorious future.
As Saint Bardo the Great prayed, the statues of the first generation of military gods seemed to shine, and their armor was about to crack and emit light.
Until the light bloomed completely and pierced the sky, the twelve rays of light converged in the center of the sky, forming a divine light array like a sky curtain. The seal emblem of the first generation of military gods was the recognition of the kingdom of the God of War and Swords who believed in Him on this land since the Age of Gods, and it was also a response to the devout prayers of the people of man.
The light of the Age of Gods slowly descended and enveloped the heads of the twelve military gods.
Every god of war felt the power of blessing gradually approaching them, and they would receive unparalleled protection during this period, but they could not move away even a step.
……
North side of Blildal.
This is the urban area of the city that no one has noticed.
The medium-sized magical vehicle was driving smoothly on the street and had arrived near the city hall.
Through the one-way glass of the car window, you can see that the faces of the people on the street are filled with excitement and joy, watching the giant screen on the building, and they are obviously rejoicing about the grand blessing ceremony in the square.
However, the expressions of the dozen figures in the car could be described as solemn.
"The protection has begun."
Lanqi, the leader, held the sacred communication magic card in his hand. "The twelve military gods are protected by the ancient heritage and national defense barrier and cannot act for the time being."
"This is our safest chance."
As they chatted, they could see the real-time situation at the Kremer Memorial Square in front of the palace through the live broadcast.
"After we go underground, the surface will depend on the Imperial Special Operations Department led by Director Nicholas, and High Priestess Violet, who will end the protection in more than an hour."
Abigail, the master of Imperial space magic engineering and director of the Brillda Opera House, gave them her final instructions.
Today she is the chief logistics commander.
Since Lanci had to personally participate in the battle, she might not be able to complete the command most of the time. Most of the time, the command and support work was left to her who was blocking the door with Patton in the rear.
Her mission is to provide real-time information to the assault team, build a temporary camp for the team, and ensure that everyone can return to the ground smoothly after the assault is completed.
"Well, Abigail, thank you for your hard work later."
Lanci thanks her.
In the last two weeks, Nicholas the Red Falcon has successfully become the new director of the Imperial Special Operations Department. He will support them on the ground today and may lead a team down to help them block the door at any time. Professor Landry also got his wish and became the long-awaited head of the Imperial New Energy Agency Committee.
"Secretary Naira lent her own [Ultra-Long-Distance Communication Program-8] to the Sixth Military God Violet today."
Lanqi informed several people.
This ensures that even if they fall into another space, Blood Moon City, they can still grasp the situation at the most core location on the ground in real time.
At the same time, she can contact Violet on the ground across space, so that she can know the situation and changes underground. In case she is needed to stop the vampires, she can be ready to take action at the first time.
As long as we can win today’s siege of Blood Moon City.
This disaster in the Kreming Empire caused by the vampires will definitely be quelled by their increasingly powerful Silver Moon Reformation alliance.
"You combatants are the most dangerous. I will do my best to guard the rear for you."
Abigail looked at everyone and nodded.
The vehicle gradually slowed down and stopped in front of the city hall.
The car door slid open silently, and they filed out one after another, their movements clean and neat, without making a sound.
"You are……"
The guard at the first floor door of Brillda City Hall opened his lips slightly, wanting to scream, but no sound came out.
Their bodies slowly went limp and fell to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.
The same scene was played out in every corner of City Hall.
Those employees who were working hard fell down one by one before they realized what was happening, like puppets with their strings cut.
In less than half a second, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence, with only the ticking of the clock continuing, as if nothing had happened.
They walked into the hall with normal expressions and leisurely steps, as if they knew the place well.
Walk through the corridors in the luxurious interior, go downstairs, until you reach the inner side of an office on the first basement floor, open another door, and walk inside.
Just by walking here, you can feel the fluctuation of space.
As long as the space node is found correctly, even an eighth-level non-space-type like Ifatia can sneak in.
And they even have the dimensional bishop Toliado.
Toliado swiped his finger lightly, and the space opened like a zipper.
Hidden deep beneath the Kreming Empire is a palace forgotten by time. Only the power of the blood clan can subtly cast a hazy blood-red moonlight over this foggy space.
That is the center of power buried deep beneath the ground.
Before they could take the initiative to break in.
A sudden red light enveloped them, and the dazzling red illuminated the face of every figure in the darkness.
"coming."
Before Lanqi could finish his words, the spatial gravity of the barrier on the ground appeared out of nowhere, bursting out with dazzling blood and a deafening roar, engulfing them.
This is the guidance of Blood Moon City that Lanqi has experienced several times!
Instead of letting the vampires sneak in, it would be better for them to actively pull them in and take the initiative in a battle!
A force of gravity came and everyone fell suddenly!
The distorted space sometimes expanded and sometimes compressed, and the sound of wind whistled in my ears, as if millions of evil spirits were roaring and screaming.
……
The center of Blood Moon City.
The castle stood, its obsidian exterior gleaming with a cold light.
The meeting hall of the Blood King's Palace was cold and dim, and the candlelight on the dome replaced the light.
The center of this magnificent hall was occupied by a banquet table, with thirteen high-backed chairs on both sides, with scarlet gem totems symbolizing their owners.
"They finally came."
Marquis Heritil sat in the seventh chair, his fingers flat on his legs, his eyes closed, as still as a rock.
There were only three figures in the Blood King's Palace at this time.
But the person opposite her was not a vampire.
They all seemed to be in no hurry. The Withered Bishop Netochka was playing chess with Hritiel.
There was also a tall man with purple eyes standing behind the Withered Bishop.
"I never thought that the Duchess could find so many companions. It's incredible."
Withered Bishop Nedochika dropped the chess piece in his hand and muttered to himself in surprise.
She looked surprised, but actually she wasn't nervous at all.
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, listened to Nedochika's words and just glanced at the chessboard.
The only candle was not enough to illuminate Heritel, but instead turned her image into darkness, with only the teardrop mole under her eye clearly visible.
"It seems like everything is within your preparation."
Helitier knew that Netochka had secretly manipulated the sacrifice of the Son of Corruption and deliberately let the intended enemy know that the Corruption Branch had joined the war.
But the dead branch never revealed any trace in Blildar.
Deliberately selling this false information to potential enemies can mislead them into thinking that it is likely that only the Rotten Branch is helping the vampires.
If the withered branch joins the battle at this time, it will cause a fatal imbalance in combat power.
Not to mention that they also have the return of other ancestors.
"Okay, I have to go to my battlefield. I hope I'll be assigned an opponent that's not too strong. After all, I'm not very good at direct combat."
Withered Bishop Netochka looked reluctantly at the unfinished chess game on the long table and stood up.
The seventh ancestor, Helithir, must have been manipulating the invaders to fall into the "most suitable" battlefield.
And it was time for her to go there and deal with her opponent.
"Don't worry, your opponent has a zero percent chance of winning against you in the Fading Palace."
Heritil spoke.
"That's really exaggerated. How can I be so powerful?"
Withered Bishop Netochka laughed like a silver bell.
As she passed the man next to her, she patted his arm.
"Go hunt your enemies, Son. Prove to me how powerful you are. Then you will be one step closer to your ultimate goal - 'arrest me'."
She spoke slightly provocatively to Colonel McCree of the Capital Garrison Command, who was also her Holy Son.
"..."
The young man with gray hair and purple eyes didn't say anything. He just turned around and slowly disappeared in the shadows, wearing his sunglasses.
……
The void flickered with brilliant and scarlet light, turning into a distorted and strange world.
In the sky above Blood Moon City, countless silver birds flew in all directions. They were Abigail's mechanical messengers, which could gather the panoramic view of Blood Moon City to Abigail, so that she could share the latest situation with other members through communication devices.
The surrounding scene fell upward rapidly, and colorful colors suddenly appeared in the originally dark void, rotating and changing like a kaleidoscope.
Wooden houses are interlaced with castle-like stone walls. The buildings are like a Rubik's Cube embedded in the darkness. Inverted and crooked buildings keep passing by, completely ignoring the laws of gravity.
"brother!"
Toliado's voice sounded particularly sharp in the wind. He held Lanqi's shoulders tightly and tried to use spatial magic to resist the guidance mechanism of Blood Moon City.
He was the great demon who was conscious and closest to Lanqi when he fell into the barrier. The other members had disappeared without a trace at this moment.
“Are you ready?!”
Toliado asked Lanci.
The vampire ancestors can fully utilize the Blood Moon City's home defense advantage by dispersing the enemies, sending the enemies to a more suitable opponent's home ground and defeating them one by one.
The planner was none other than the seventh ancestor, Heritel.
As a vampire astrologer, she will match the great demons who fall into Blood Moon City to different branch halls, and the vampire marquis will fight in them.
The safest entrance to Blood Moon City is on the west side. The center is the Blood King's Palace, and the other directions of the east, south and north are all branch palaces ruled by the Blood Marquis.
When Toliado came in, he had helped the space mechanical engineer Abigail stay on the west side of the entrance to build a camp, and left Hyperion and Barton to protect her, also in the safest place to protect Hyperion.
"No problem. I've lost three games against Rashar. I'll win this time too."
Lanci answered firmly.
This may be his last battle.
There is an absolutely powerful barrier in Blood Moon City. When falling, you will inevitably be dispersed because you pass through different space barriers. If there are no other vampires blocking the way, you can also go to other battlefields to provide support.
But everyone's opponent must be quite strong, leaving almost no chance for them to finish the battle and start roaming to support.
Lanqi was a little worried about Toliado, so he consumed some mana at the beginning and forced him to be sent to the third ancestor Duke Lachar, which was quite disadvantageous for Toliado.
"it is good."
Toliado stared at Lanci for a while, and his frown relaxed.
Although what he saw in Lanqi's eyes was not as relaxed as usual, today was the moment when his sense of belief and mission reached its peak.
"Don't worry about me, go ahead!"
Toliado released Lanci's arm and pushed him hard. As the magic of space twisted, Lanci passed through the mirror and fell into a completely new area.
The space door closed, and Lanci and Toliado could no longer see each other.
"Thank you, Toliado."
Lanqi muttered to himself and continued to fall alone.
The buildings around him were becoming more and more dense, and one inverted city after another was pressing towards him.
"Oh? It's you who came to the Blood King's Palace?"
The teasing voice echoed around like a declaration from God.
This voice was too familiar to Lanqi, he had heard it many times in the Mirror of Tiberius.
Although the degree of danger and uncertainty in the current Blood Moon City may be completely different from the decayed Blood Moon City at the end of the Blood Moon Destruction in the Shadow World, and if one is not careful, everything will be lost and the whole group will be wiped out, but Ranch is ready to fight.
If no one in the other branch halls guarded by the Vampire Marquis can defeat the Vampire Marquis, the protection provided by the Blood King's Palace to Duke Lachar will not be lifted, and Lanqi will not be able to hurt Lachar.
Last time, there were two absolutely powerful demons, Lord Blasphemy Merogas and Lord Ten Thousand Power Ogrin, who were able to help him steadily defeat the two branch halls. No matter how Marquis Helitier distributes the forces, these two demons will face the Marquis of the Blood Clan who is weaker than them.
This time, Heritel has much more room to play.
Without asking them to win, Lanqi could only pray that all his friends were safe.
……
In the void storm of Blood Moon City.
Toliado slowly landed and stepped on the icy ground.
All around is black and blue.
If he was right.
I should have arrived at the easternmost side of Blood Moon City.
It was even colder than the Chehan Palace in Lanqi's intelligence, which slowed down his movements.
"Abigail, where am I? How are the others?"
Toliado used sacred communication magic to contact the dimensional saint Abigail.
Only Abigail has the spare time to see the situation in all areas at any time. She left positioning props and special combat recording devices on everyone.
At the same time, she will also find a way to inform other members of the current progress schedule of the attack and the support needed.
"You are the first to land. The others have not yet landed. You are at the Ice Stasis Palace on the easternmost side of Blood Moon City, which is the farthest away from the camp. You must be careful!"
Abigail's voice came.
Although she usually wished Toliado would die, today her voice was rarely panicked.
The position to which Heritel led Toliad was very delicate.
Although Toliado can teleport away now, the fact that the enemy threw him here means they are not afraid of him leaving at all.
Once he starts wandering off, his companions will surely suffer.
And here he had to hold off a terrible enemy.
Before Toliado could continue to ask Abigail.
Inside the frozen hall, a figure was walking, leaving behind rhythmic footsteps on the ground.
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 seemed to have never experienced a battle.
"Toliado, it's a surprise to see you today."
The dim lamp in the hand of the rotten Bishop Farmer cast long shadows on and around him.
The overly dark eyeliner added a strong evil charm to him.
"I really don't want to fight you if I can help it, Farmer."
Toliado answered bravely, ready to fight.
He has no means of recovery, and his high mobility may not necessarily allow him to avoid Farmer's large-scale attacks.
We don’t know the whereabouts of the others for now, so we can only try to delay Farmer first.
Otherwise, wherever Farmer goes, the place will collapse. Apart from Sigrid, I'm afraid he is the only one who can barely hold on.
……
The northernmost side of Blood Moon City.
A silver mechanical bird rested on the shoulder of the Ice Witch, and she stayed here alone.
The dark night enveloped the once magnificent courtyard.
"Miss Ice Witch, you have to be careful. The unknown land you are in is probably in the northernmost part of Blood Moon City. Its characteristic is to increase the speed of mana consumption. If the opponent is a vampire, it will only apply to you. If the opponent is not a vampire, it will apply to both parties!"
Abigail's reminder lingered in the ears of the Ice Witch.
The dim moonlight shone through the thick clouds, and the broken stone path meandered through the deserted flower beds, like a road to chaos.
The tangled bloody weeds swayed in the breeze, wantonly occupying the territory that might have originally belonged to roses, lilies and hyacinths.
The dried-up fountain stood silently in the center of the courtyard, and the weathered statues were beyond recognition, with only the remains of the statues remaining.
This is the temple beyond intelligence.
It is not any of the Soul Palace, Extinction Palace, or Chehan Palace that I saw in the shadow world last time.
at this time.
There was an unexpected sound of dripping water in the meeting room.
A green light flashed quietly in the depths of the palace, and a tender green seedling emerged from the originally 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 flash, a tree as tall as a person rose from the ground, a crack appeared in the trunk, and a slender figure slowly emerged, like a butterfly emerging from a 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.
"The legendary Ice Witch? You are even more beautiful than I imagined. It's a pleasure to see you."
The light-haired, green-eyed woman who appeared from the palace smiled and clasped her hands together.
This made the Ice Witch shiver.
She looked at the cardinal warily.
"Withered Bishop Nedochika..."
The Ice Witch instinctively didn't want to make eye contact with the cardinal.
Their compatibility isn't that bad, the problem is that Withered Bishop is simply stronger than Ice Witch, and Ice Witch poses almost no threat to Withered Bishop.
If time goes on for a long time, the Ice and Snow Witch will neither be able to win nor escape.
This is a slow and bitter battle of death.
……
East side of Blood Moon City.
Another fierce battle has taken place in the Chehan Palace guarded by the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.
The palace is located on a frozen lake, with cold winds blowing all around and ice crystals flying in the air.
The ice on the lake is several meters thick, and the surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the graceful silhouette of the palace.
"You actually chose me. You really want revenge and vengeance."
Sigrid left a trail of afterimages in the air and easily shattered layers of ice barriers with a single punch.
The palace itself is a blood-red ice sculpture, and the vast space is dotted with crystal clear icicles. Countless undercurrents are hidden beneath the ice, which can drag invaders into the freezing abyss at any time.
The characteristic of Chehan Palace is that it will sometimes freeze invaders. Fortunately, Sigrid has a high resistance to freezing.
"I didn't expect you were still a wolf."
The seventh ancestor, Helitiel, remained in a virtual state, raised the black staff, and drew a star map in the sky.
She probably understands what Catholicism means.
As a wolf, this guy has a feud with the blood clan, and the blood clan has indeed killed many wolves in the past.
However, Heritir did not confront Sigrid, the strongest opponent, head-on, but only aimed to delay her.
Except for her, every battlefield is at a great disadvantage.
She held Sigrid here, and the opponent's fighting power would soon collapse like dominoes.
The more anxious Sigrid was, the harder it was for her to catch her, and she couldn't escape from the Chehan Palace.
The star map began to rotate slowly, and stars flew out of it, circling around the Tyrant Catholic Sigrid.
When Sigrid swings her fist, the stars will automatically adjust their positions, guiding Helir to the best dodge route while breaking Sigrid's balance.
And when Sigrid's fist wind strikes, the stars will release dazzling light to offset it completely.
"You're such an annoying thing!"
Sigrid couldn't help but frown when she saw her attacks fail again and again.
The guy who bullied her in the dream, now she can use her big trump card to beat him up, but he just kept dragging her on, which makes her furious.
If you think about it carefully, the Ice and Snow Witch is still the most suitable to fight in the Chehan Palace, but Helitier will certainly not let the Ice and Snow Witch come to the cold area east of Blood Moon City. Instead, she will throw the Ice and Snow Witch to the worst branch palace.
"No matter how anxious you are, it's useless. You have no special mechanism, only pure strength. You are the easiest enemy for me to deal with."
Heritil looked grim.
Although her divination power is strong, the mana consumption is also very high.
It was easier than expected to hold Sigrid back.
Even if Sigrid's werewolf characteristics made her almost immortal in Blood Moon City, there would be no problem.
Helitiel's own task was to keep Sigrid in Chehan Palace and give the advantage to the other four branch palaces and the most critical Blood King's Palace.
The seventh ancestor Helitiel waved his staff, and the four walls of the hall suddenly began to move. Countless icicles protruded from the ground and walls, and the ice cone array kept changing positions and pounced on Sigrid.
……
On the north side of Blood Moon City, in the Soul Palace, there are dead bones everywhere.
Countless wandering souls were wailing and groaning in the dark hall, the walls were hung with rusty chains and shackles, and bones and flesh were scattered on the ground.
Outside the palace is a barren land covered with charred cracks. Even the earth cannot bear the resentment here.
In the center of the hall, the altar radiated a strange purple light. In the center of the surrounding black stone pillars hung an iron bell. The bell was covered with rust and cracks. Every time it was struck, the invader would be weakened by half.
In this Soul Palace, the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and Ifatia fought a desperate battle.
Ifatia felt that she was being constantly cursed and weakened, which was a bad characteristic of the Soul Palace.
Although she is a curse master and has a high resistance to abnormal states caused by curses, she is not good at purifying and removing curses. She is already weaker than the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and is now in a tough battle.
She looked at the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, who had transformed into a monster covered with eyeballs, and didn't know how to fight this thing.
The entire Soul Hall began to shake, the ground began to crack, and stones on the walls began to fall off.
Countless ghosts poured out from the ground and the walls, emitting miserable screams and hovering over the hall.
"I heard you have great potential, become a part of me."
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, walked towards her with heavy steps with his deformed body.
"..."
Ifatia gritted her teeth.
In the battle records she had heard about in the Shadow World, this guy was always the first to fall, but when she faced him, the pressure became greater.
She still needs time to grow up.
If she were given another year, no, half a year, she would be able to easily defeat Bernhard.
But now, he could only gamble on whether he could break through to the Bishop level 87 during the battle.
She felt that since she was healed, she was very close to the level of bishop.
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, suddenly accelerated and approached.
The runes on the altar became brighter, and purple lightning flashed through them, crackling in the air. The stone pillars around the altar began to shake, and the chains wrapped around them rattled, making a harsh sound.
Under the threat of death, Ifatia realized that she had to fight.
"Damn it, for the sake of our loving family, I will fight you!"
Before she finished her words, a magical power that made the ground tremble surged around her, dyeing the entire Soul Hall dark, and countless bottomless cracks spread around like a spider web.
Then, black cursed flames gushed out from the ground. Ifatia controlled these strange black flames to wreak havoc around the Ninth Ancestor, like an evil ghost demanding revenge, wanting to completely burn this monster to ashes.
……
Dozens of kilometers away, on the south side of Blood Moon City, a silver mechanical bird flew by.
The Hall of Annihilation, which is governed by the eighth ancestor Somerset.
This palace is like a boundless arena, surrounded by dark rocks. The bright red gems on the rock walls sparkle with eerie light in the dim light.
The three great demons were on guard with caution, and were having a terrible encounter with the strongest warrior of the vampire race, the eighth ancestor, the Marquis Somerset.
The three of them were too strong against spells and barriers, and Helitiel could not guarantee where she could send them successfully.
But by arranging the opponents for others, their opponents are also determined.
"The terrain of the Temple of Annihilation can allow the Eighth Ancestor Somerset to hide his whereabouts."
Pranay said in a deep voice.
He knows the characteristics of each temple.
For the three of them, having to face a powerful physical vampire here is undoubtedly the worst thing.
Shinora's spell counter was completely useless.
"Antanas, you hide last, you must stay alive."
Shinora observed the battlefield where Lord Skeleton Diamond and Lord Mercury Michio had once faced each other.
She actually had no confidence that she could fight the Eighth Ancestor Somerset head-on.
At this point, we can only bite the bullet and fight.
The most important task for her and Planai is to protect Antanas. As long as Antanas is not dead, the two of them can basically recover.
The moment the wind blew, the figure of the eighth ancestor Somerset appeared.
hum!
There was a metallic popping sound.
Shinora tried his best to defend with his sickle, but Somerset's fist seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and easily shattered the shield cast by Antanas. Shinora only felt a huge force coming, and even if he blocked it, he could not get rid of the attack. He was smashed like a cannonball onto the cliff of the Temple of Annihilation and sank deeply into it.
"Shinola!"
Antanas screamed and quickly cast a protective magic.
"You still have time to worry about her?"
But the eighth ancestor Somerset's pursuit was too fast, and the next second he was in front of Antanas in front of her horrified eyes.
……
West side of Blood Moon City.
At the entrance of this ultra-ancient underground city closest to the city hall, a magic device cleverly imitates the blood moon to cast deep light and shadows.
The tall and heavy outlines of the dark stone buildings on both sides of the empty streets depict the shadows of ancient art, lying quietly in this dark city, solidified by the dust of endless years.
At this moment, the mechanical assistants floating around Abigail have begun to help her build a mechanical space barrier.
The small mechanical dolls were connected to each other by electric lights, forming a dimensional door, and supplies were also moved out from the dimensional door.
"..."
Abigail listened and watched the situation on the battlefields, her eyes moving constantly and beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
At this time, she not only had to give orders and transmit information, but also had to build a temporary base for the assault team's camp.
Barton and Hyperion were standing behind her, making sure she could build safely without being disturbed.
Suddenly, a figure flashed across the night sky, bringing with it a strong gust of wind pressure and whistling sound in the city-state's air, accompanied by a biting chill, heading straight towards Abigail.
The figure's flying speed was extremely swift, and its almost perfect lines made him a very skilled fighter even among the vampires.
A cold light flashed, and the flying blade thrown by Barton from under his cloak hit him. In an instant, the earl's body fell on the distant wall of the castle like a meteorite.
“Really strong.”
The moonlight shone on the black robes of the vampire lord, covering him with a thin silver cloak, preventing him from getting hurt.
"Don't underestimate the enemy, these humans are quite strong."
Countess Seberna chuckled and appeared from behind the corner.
"..."
Barton glanced at Hyperion, who nodded and stepped back, closer to Abigail.
He attacked the two vampire counts without hesitation.
Hyperion stared at Abigail, now she had to protect Abigail.
Two blood clan earls have arrived in such a short time, and more may come later.
Abigail was concentrating on gathering intelligence at the moment, paying no attention to the battle taking place not far away.
"Why are there the Withered Bishop and the Tenth Ancestor?"
Abigail's heart sank and her palms turned pale.
Not only was there the Withered Bishop, she discovered that in the Diyuan Palace on the south side of Blood Moon City, there was also a powerful vampire marquis hidden.
According to the information currently seen by the mechanical messenger, that is the tenth ancestor, Marquis Ulysses, who is guarding the black crystal that blocks Duke Migaiya in the center of the Diyuan Palace.
In this way, their fighting power is not equal.
Let’s not talk about the special Blood Palace battlefield where Lanqi faced Lachar and no one had the energy to save Duke Migaia. Except for Sigrid, everyone else was at a disadvantage.
The other side also had an extra bishop-level combat force out of nowhere, and they were even lacking a bishop-level warrior to rescue the hostage Mi Gaiya.
Wherever Ulysses goes, the place will be blown up. As long as something happens on a single top-level eighth-level battlefield, it will immediately spread to other eighth-level battlefields!
The worst part was that Ulises had already started to act.
"Ulises, he left two eighth-level summons beside Migaiya, and his main body moved towards the northwest."
Abigail's heart was pounding.
Judging from the direction Ulysses was heading, he was most likely going to the Temple of Annihilation in the southwest to help the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, eliminate the three great demon officials.
More likely -
It was heading straight for the assault team's camp on the westernmost side.
If Ulysses arrived, all three of them would be killed!
Even calling down Nikolai and the Imperial Special Operations Department's agents for reinforcement would be of no avail.
Calling Nicholas would have been the worst-case scenario, which is why he was asked to bring down the elite members of the Imperial Special Operations Department. He should be the ground logistics team, so that he could provide more convenience for cover.
Hyperion looked at the panoramic view of the battle projected by the mechanical assistant in front of Abigail, and she also understood everyone's situation.
Now not only are their companions in danger, but even those in the camp may be in danger.
"Ulises..."
Hyperion gritted her teeth and clenched her palms.
She knew too well how powerful the Tenth Ancestor was. This was an enemy she had once been almost unable to defeat. She could not forget the fear that the Tenth Ancestor, Marquis Ulysses, had brought to her during the Darkest Solar Eclipse in the Third Shadow World.
After all, as fate would have it, this guy followed me like a shadow.
"Abigail!"
"I'll take a gamble and sneak directly into the Earth Abyss Palace. There are two eighth-level summons. I might be able to bypass them, Abigail."
Hyperion grabbed Abigail's shoulders, allowing her to focus for a second and listen carefully to what she said.
Or, she could successfully steal the house and rescue her father, Duke Migaiya.
Or she could also hold Ulysses back and prevent him from joining other eighth-level battlefields.
Anyway, given the current situation, she must make a decisive and quick decision.
"...! I can hold on. Hyperion, don't worry about me. Go support the others. If things don't work out, I'll ask Nicola to come down."
Abigail seemed to have found a savior. Her eyes brightened a little. She held Hyperion's hand and spoke to her.
The entire assault team seemed to be gradually heading towards collapse.
Even if Ranch can hold back the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, the protection of the Blood Moon City will prevent Duke Lachar from breaking the defense. The most Ranch can do is to torture Duke Lachar in the Blood King's Palace. He cannot break the situation alone. The one with the best hope of a single breakthrough is Sigrid, the strongest Tyrant Catholic among them all, but that will not be a quick thing.
For all tactical converters, this is currently their most promising solution.
It doesn't matter even if she and Barton die.
The only way to have a chance to break the deadlock is to take a gamble with Ulises and see if he dares to go all the way.
……
The final place where the blood moon destroys the world, the Blood King’s Palace.
The man in gray looked around, and when his feet finally touched the ground, he saw that he was slowly landing in the center of a circular plaza.
The square is paved with black and white marble and has thirteen stone pillars that are a hundred meters high.
The jokes echoed around.
"Welcome to Blood Moon City."
The sound came from the bottomless fog at the edge of the square.
A figure walked out slowly, wearing a pure black velvet dress. She looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with skin as white as porcelain and soft brown hair falling to her shoulders.
Lanci glanced at him.
"You dare to challenge me at level seven. I really admire your courage, Professor Landry."
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, showed a playful smile and chatted with an ant in a relaxed tone.
"It seems that you really have no manpower available."
Rachel's eyes mocked the intruder's stupidity and ignorance.
Professor Landry's reputation is now well-known in Brillda on earth, but here, he is just an insignificant creature.
He originally thought that Toliado would send one of the top eighth-level warriors to serve as a sacrifice, so that he could at least play with him for a while, but he didn't expect it to be an imperial professor who was not even at the eighth level.
It stands to reason that only the Tyrant Catholic Sigrid might have a chance to fight him, but even so, the Tyrant Catholic would not be his opponent. If the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, really controls the entire battle situation, he can completely put the opponent at a disadvantage across the board, and even the only advantage that the Tyrant Catholic has would no longer exist.
It is too slim to expect that Ba Catholicism can open up the situation alone.
"..."
The gray-clad professor did not respond to Lachar.
"Okay, I know."
He touched the mechanical headset and listened attentively to the battle situation announced by Abigail.
"Are you really counting on Ba Jiaojiao alone? I'm a little curious about who you are under this mask."
Lachar looked at Professor Landry's face with some interest and asked.
Since Professor Landry is involved with the Church of Resurrection, this guy seems even more mysterious.
Maybe this "Landry Wasington" is just a fake identity.
The other party's absent-minded and arrogant look made Lachar feel that this was the easiest mouse to play with.
Lanqi hung up the headset temporarily.
He finally looked at the third ancestor, Lachar.
"Lachar, why doesn't your true king want you anymore?"
Lanqi asked seriously.
Lachar's smiling face froze for a moment.
"……What did you say·?"
His voice trembled as he spoke word by word.
Instead, there was the throbbing of the veins on his forehead and the incredible rage in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)