On the Twilight Continent, the battle under Castle Middle is in the ascendant. Although Qianye had also commanded troops, he was not familiar with the internal war mode of the Yongye race, so he looked at Yetong.
Ye Tong kept looking at the battlefield, and said, "Let's go inside Middle Castle and see Howard's situation first."
"Okay." Qianye jumped up with Yetong, and disappeared into the air in an instant.
The interior of Middle Castle was in chaos, and a blood race was running back and forth. Every important passageway has a strong knight maintaining order, so that the order in the castle did not collapse.
Deep inside the castle, already in the middle of the mountain, you can still feel the constant vibration. That was the bombardment of the naval guns of the parliamentary battleship.
Outside the deepest hall on the mountainside, rows of viscounts were sitting against the wall, stretching out their arms, watching drops of blood flowing from their wrists and falling into golden cups.
Whenever the gold cup is a little full, someone will come to take it away and pour it into the rock pool in the center of the hall. At this moment, the rock pool is only half full of blood, and there is a small ball of blood essence shining with blood-colored light.
An old duke stood beside the rock pool, his face full of anxiety, and he kept saying: "Not enough, not enough! Find a way to get more source blood! Only these, His Royal Highness cannot wake up in a complete state!"
A baron next to him reminded: "My lord, all the strong people in the clan that can be transferred are here, and the rest of you are fighting on the front line. Once they are transferred, I am afraid that the enemy will rush in immediately."
"His Royal Highness must wake up!" The old duke gritted his teeth, pulled out the blood-sucking blade, and stabbed himself in the chest.
In the deepest part of the hall, within the heavy iron gate, there were beast-like gasps and low roars. Apparently Dark Gospel Howard has woken up and is recovering. But the offensive outside is getting more and more fierce. Before Howard fully recovers, I am afraid that the defense line will be breached in the end.
The old duke pulled out the blood-sucking blade, and a few points of origin blood fell into the rock pool. With the addition of the Duke's origin blood, the mass of blood essence in the center of the blood suddenly spewed out bloody flames and rolled violently.
"More blood! Why hasn't the person who took the blood come back?" the old prince roared.
Following his roar, an earl rushed in from outside the hall. Seeing his empty hands, the old prince's expression changed drastically.
The earl looked a little dull, and said: "The blood in the spare blood pool has been mixed with blood poison."
"What?!" The old prince could hardly believe his ears.
He grabbed the earl by the collar, lifted him up, and growled almost against the earl's nose: "The ones who are qualified to access the spare blood pool are those few people, all of whom are direct bloodline descendants. Who will be in the blood pool?" Poisoned? Which blood pool was poisoned?"
The count gritted his teeth and said, "All!"
The old Duke's body shook for a while, his breath dropped suddenly, and he let go of his hand, dropping the Earl to the ground. The count hurriedly supported the old prince, only then did he discover the incision on the old prince's blood core, quickly took out the scarf, covered the wound, and then released the power of blood to try to relieve the wound.
The old duke had just lost a large amount of blood, and he was extremely weak at the moment. Under the fright and anger, he couldn't even stand still. The old duke struggled and said: "So, it is the direct blood of my family who poisoned the blood pool? They, why did they do this? Byrne's extermination of the family, what good will it do them?!"
"Maybe it's not them," said the count.
"Huh? Why, tell me."
"Half a month ago, Marquis Bernier Glory of the Pass clan visited. He said that he planned to build an ancient-style blood pool in his castle, and wanted to refer to our blood pool design. At that time, he went to see our Spare blood pool."
"Pass Clan? Are you sure?"
"It's the Marquis of Glory Bernier himself. You know, the Marquis's wife is a direct descendant of His Majesty Medanzuo. All he wants to see is the less important spare blood pool. We cannot refuse such a request."
The old prince's face was solemn, his hands were trembling slightly, and he said to himself, "It's better not to be him."
The count dared not speak.
The old duke glanced into the depths of the hall, and resolutely said: "Take me to the ancient hall! I want to contact Her Majesty the Queen!"
The count was startled, and said, "Your Highness will wake up soon, is this necessary? And with your current body, it is very difficult to contact Her Majesty the Queen rashly."
"Before His Highness wakes up, we must tell Her Majesty what happened here immediately!" The old Duke insisted, seeing that the Earl was still a little hesitant, so he said: "Even if Bernier did the backup blood pool, then His Highness just In shallow sleep, why is there not enough blood in the blood pool?"
The earl couldn't help shivering. Prince Howard just woke up not long ago. It stands to reason that all the devices should have been maintained. The count looked at the staggering figure of the old prince, help him out of the mountainside hall helplessly, and walked towards the top floor of the castle.
As soon as I left the hall, I immediately felt continuous explosions, sand and stones fell from the top of the corridor, and even the structure was crumbling. From the windows on one side of the corridor, you can see the silhouettes of countless giant ships hovering in the sky, pouring fire continuously.
Inside the castle, there are also countless force bombs and crossbow arrows flying into the night sky with light, and occasionally a floating ship is burning and falling to the ground, but more floating ships are still coming in a steady stream.
Suddenly a shadow fell in the air, the old prince's expression changed, and he took a few steps back. There was only a roar, and a steel troop carrier fell from the sky and smashed directly into the passage. As the hatch opened, more than a dozen elite parliamentary fighters rushed out and killed the old duke when they saw it.
"Presumptuous!" The old prince was furious, he pushed aside the count who was about to draw his sword, and went up to meet him.
These parliamentary fighters are nothing more than knights. Although their excellent equipment and exclusive combat skills allow them to face the baron head-on without losing the wind, in front of a real duke, even a collapsed duke, there is no difference between a knight and a viscount. One palm can kill you.
The old duke took a step forward, and several bands of light appeared from the blood-sucking blade in his hand, which circled around every council soldier for several weeks in an instant. The light band dissipated, and the bodies of those parliamentary soldiers suddenly broke into several pieces.
The old prince passed through the corpses of the soldiers of the council, came to the front of the troop compartment, pushed hard, and opened the troop compartment weighing dozens of tons, revealing the entrance of the passage. He quickened his pace, quickly walked through the passage, and came to the top floor of the castle.
The battle on the top floor became more intense, and the troop compartments fell one after another, smashing down the spire of the castle. Fights are everywhere, and blood warriors rely on favorable terrain to defend to the death. Seeing that the old duke didn't need any support, the count simply joined the battle to open a way for the old duke.
The old prince went straight across the battlefield, ran through a corridor that was still in peace, and came to the door of a large hall on the side. He suddenly saw the door of the hall half open, and couldn't help but be surprised.
He rushed into the main hall, and saw a man and a woman standing in front of the altar used to communicate with the Queen's Hall. He couldn't help being frightened and angry, and rushed forward, and the blood-sucking blade pierced the man's back. However, the figure of that person flashed, and suddenly appeared next to the old duke, firmly holding the old duke's wrist. The old prince didn't even see clearly the whole process!
The old prince struggled hard, but the hand holding the knife did not move at all. The opponent's strength was far greater than his own. Although he had just lost his source blood and his power was greatly reduced, he knew that even in his prime, he was no match for that person at all.
At this time when the woman turned her head, the old prince was startled first, then ecstatically, "Your Majesty Yetong!"
Yetong glanced at him and said, "Qianye, let go, this is Duke Rollin, a direct descendant of Howard, and he usually manages the affairs of the Byrne clan."
Qianye nodded, let go of his hand, and the old duke was free. He looked at Qianye, his eyes filled with awe and joy, and said, "So it's Qianye... Your Highness."
It's a bit embarrassing to call Qianye, Qianye is obviously not a maharaja yet, but just after he made a random move, he showed a terrifying strength far exceeding that of an ordinary duke. Moreover, the duke had also heard about the battle in the Black Sun Valley, His Highness, it is not an exaggeration.
Yetong asked, "Why was the contact altar here also destroyed?"
The old duke was taken aback, and said in a voiceless voice: "What? This is the most heavily guarded place on the top floor. The parliament has never invaded here. How is this possible?"
Yetong gave way to the side, and the old duke rushed to the altar, feeling a sudden chill in his heart.
On the console, the stone basin containing the blood had a few thin, imperceptible cracks at the bottom. Although these few cracks are small, they have completely destroyed the original force array in the stone basin.
The stone basin is the core device of the entire communication facility. It has the functions of detecting blood matching, absorbing blood energy, driving the altar, and communicating with the Queen's Hall. Destroying the stone basin is equivalent to paralyzing the entire communication device. But it is not so easy to repair it.
The old prince was suddenly furious, and shouted: "Who is it?! Who is it?"
The Duke's roar echoed throughout the upper floors of the castle, even overwhelming the explosions and shouts of killing. However, his anger did not scare off the enemy, but instead led the flames of war to this side. Several strong members of the council outside threw away the blood warriors in front of them and began to look for a way to attack this side.
Ye Tong quickly said: "It seems that the core of the demons is to block the news and keep Lilith from knowing. It doesn't matter if this place is destroyed, Howard can contact her directly."
At this time, the old duke said: "His Royal Highness has not fully recovered, our spare blood pool is polluted by blood poison, and there is not enough blood for His Highness to recover quickly. Since this place has been destroyed, I will go back and fight for some for Your Highness." recovery time."
Qianye said: "Okay, you go. We still have to go to the Pas Clan."
After finishing speaking, he pulled Yetong, and the figure gradually disappeared.
"You..." The old prince didn't expect Qianye and Yetong to leave as soon as they said they wanted to, and didn't intend to stay to defend against powerful enemies. His face changed from surprise to calmness, and he said to himself: "That's right, who will stay in a battle that is obviously impossible to win?"
He looked outside, and there were more airships hovering in the air, while the firepower of the ground's return fire began to become thinner. The huge transport ship kept dropping troop compartments one by one. Wherever the troop compartment is dropped, fierce battles will break out.
At this time, there is no need to keep any special passages secret anymore. The old duke ran down from the side of the castle. Put a chair. He just sat on the chair, raised his glass and drank slowly, waiting for the enemy who was bound to come.
Battles are still erupting in every corner of the castle, and it seems that they won't be able to reach the mountainside hall for a while. But the old prince suddenly felt that the whole hall seemed to be a little darker. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, trying to look around, and suddenly found that there was a dark mass in front of him at some point.
It was a deep darkness from which no light could penetrate or escape. In the ever-changing darkness, there was a deep and horrifying aura of terror. Even the old duke's hand holding the cup began to tremble involuntarily.
"Luo Lin, the last time we met was eighty years ago, how come you are already so weak after such a short time?"
The old prince stood up, his face full of bitterness and despair, the gold cup in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, spilling blood and wine all over the floor. He said: "Palikia, it's you! You actually think of fighting in person, you really think highly of our Byrne clan."