Now Howard put on a hooded cloak, his face was hidden in the darkness under the brim, and his expression could not be seen. But from his unnatural blood core pulsation, he could feel his mood at this moment.
"This is not war! It's extinction!" Howard suddenly roared.
Among the bodies thrown into the fire were many children, even infants. As long as the vampires appear in front of the parliamentary soldiers, they will be massacred indiscriminately. And Palikia chose the ancient castle as the battlefield, and even planned to directly destroy the backbone of the entire Byrne clan. For this reason, he even did not hesitate to take part of the parliamentary soldiers as funerals.
From the very beginning, this war did not intend to leave anyone alive. The demon's intention is to permanently destroy the bloodline of the Byrne clan.
If Yetong and Qianye hadn't appeared, Howard would have fallen, and the Byrne clan, which had internal and external troubles, would also perish accordingly.
Yetong said: "There are still many traitors in your clan, do you need to spend some more time to solve them?"
If it weren't for these betrayers, there would be no shortage of blood in the blood coffin, the blood supply could not be used, and Howard would not be able to fully recover for a long time. The communication device will also not be destroyed, and the serious situation of the invasion of the clan castle cannot be sent to the queen of the night.
If Yetong couldn't make a complete judgment on the situation when he saw the parliamentary troops appearing in the Mora family castle of the Caton clan, but Palocia's attack on the Byrne clan's castle had even exceeded the bottom line of the jihad. Only in ancient times, the war between the dark races would reach this level.
Howard suddenly seemed to be hundreds of years old, and said tiredly: "No need. After this battle, if those people are still alive, they must understand that the demons have no intention of letting them survive. Instead of wasting time When they caught them, I think I should think about why there are so many betrayers."
The sun came down again in the twilight, and the everlasting thin clouds in the sky softened the strong sunlight, and then sprinkled it on the earth.
Middel Castle has gone, but the billowing smoke column is still eye-catching. Howard, who was running on the mountains, slowed down, couldn't help but look back, and then speeded up, catching up with Yetong and Qianye in front of him.
When Habs walked into the city of Emma, he didn't even look up at the majestic towers and the city walls full of time.
Stepping onto the yellow-sand-colored ancient street, Habs felt that the rules of the world around him were slightly different, which was a characteristic of all demiplanes and small worlds.
Although Habs is only a prince and is extremely young, he has a lot of experience in this field. Changes in environmental rules have almost no impact on him, and he still has time to look at the war city in front of him.
This city is a typical ancient Apennine city-state style. Behind the city gate is a small flat square. It was originally used for travelers to stop their carriages and horses. Now it is filled with a flat, pure black airship shaped like a flounder. .
This airship has a strange shape, but the streamline of the hull is unexpectedly comfortable and beautiful. The outer shell is completely sealed, and it is even impossible to find out where the firepower is. It seems to be an unarmed civilian boat.
However, Habs shrank his pupils slightly. This appearance is the legendary void giant golden flounder, but he still can't tell that the airship in front of him is only similar in shape, or it is really built with the skeleton of a void giant.
There were two grand dukes standing under the gangway of the airship. The one Habs knew about the demon was George from the Abyss of Darkness, and the nerubian grand duke was a woman. Habs had never heard of her. material.
When the two grand dukes saw Habs, they first bowed and saluted. When Habs returned the salute, there was no expression on his face, but he was somewhat puzzled by their respectful attitude.
Then, after Grand Duke George greeted Habs, the Nerubian Grand Duke introduced himself as Melina, one of the vice-heads of the Crystal Spider, one of the spider queen guards.
When Habs saw the war watcher sent by the council in the cabin, Prietik of the Glorious Nightmare, he was no longer surprised. The atmosphere of the two meeting this time was very peaceful, and they saluted each other like a ceremony.
Immediately the two Grand Dukes gave a brief report.
When he heard that the leader of the advance troops was the Duke of Doyle, who was at the top of the mountains, Habs' heart moved slightly. Just look at the strong lineup in front of us. Even without the Maharaja, the power of the city of Emma is not yet clear, but it is enough to fight a local war.
What the speaker said earlier about the limited troops should mean that there were no cannon fodder troops at all this time. Habs pondered over the words in the briefing. At present, it seems that the mission assigned to him by the parliament is normal on the surface. It's just that the Demon Emperor personally came here and asked him to give a mission to the council, which is not normal in itself.
After listening to Prattik, he nodded and turned to Habs, "The demiplane transition will be completed in fifteen minutes. Would you like to go around the city first?"
Habs shook his head and said, "No need." His current sitting posture is very relaxed, leaning deeply on the back of the chair. Although it is not to the extent of being rude, it is not particularly in line with the etiquette of this semi-formal occasion.
Prattik glanced at him, said a few words to the two archdukes, and they left the door.
"Don't you really want to see how the city of Emma works and is controlled?"
After there were only two people left in the room, Habs simply leaned his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. Listening to Prattik's question, he replied lightly: "The speaker said, can I take full command?"
"yes!"
"Well, then I'll just direct."
Prattik couldn't laugh or cry at once, but seeing Habs' tiredness, he couldn't help but a trace of worry flashed across his brows, "Are you still recovering from the injuries you received in the New World?"
"It's nothing to do with the injury, it's just a little tired."
Prattik was silent for a moment. He knew that Habs had actually been conscripted in advance. He stayed on the nearby Sepula Island for three days, serving as the speaker's deputy, and handling a large number of military affairs from the New World recently.
It's just that this place is known as the Land of Miracles, and it's not such an easy place to stay.
The Eternal Palace and its affiliated islands are already considered to be at the top of the world. The force environment, the pressure of the void, and the influence of the holy mountain make it impossible for the earl and below to perform normal activities. Therefore, the parliament placed here are special buildings and high-level institutions.
Habs didn't leave the island for a single step during these three days. Originally, his rank shouldn't have such an obvious influence, but the injury he suffered in the New World is not easy to heal. He also fought in the Sacred Tree Forest, so it is inevitable Some damage.
After the room was quiet for a while, Prattik suddenly noticed that Habs's breathing became steady and relatively weak, and he fell asleep just like that.
Prattik was stunned, and smiled wryly. Should this be understood as Habs still has a trust in him? Or is it understood as a silent protest and indifference? Prattyk's figure receded from the spot, leaving room for Habs alone.
After a while, the whole city shook, and the city of Emma began to leap.
In the void outside the edge of the Beacon Continent, more than a dozen warships of the dark race hovered silently.
The flagship of this fleet is a Duke-class ship, and its appearance shows that its owner is a werewolf. Half of the remaining battleships bear the symbol of crossed blood-stained swords, which are the troops directly under the parliament, and the other half have different styles, and it can be seen that they are the combined fleet of various races.
On the flagship, the Werewolf Duke Doyle is holding a Force pistol and is maintaining the barrel that is as thick as a fist. He looked leisurely, as if he was not in the sky above the battlefield, but was enjoying a rare vacation time.
The door was knocked, and the adjutant came in with a stack of reports, and did not pass it to Doyle, but read the latest progress aloud as usual.
Doyle was silent and listened quietly, and the adjutant kept talking until the end.
Doyle nodded and said, "Very well, this time they handled things fairly neatly."
The adjutant was a werewolf earl, and he echoed: "In those two provinces, there are no decent strongmen at all. If Johnny and the others can't even do this, they should retire as soon as possible and go back to their hometown! However, my lord, the Great Qin Zhao Clan The Youtong Pass is really too close, should we set up a line of defense first? Lest they intervene?"
Doyle looked at a Force Dial on the table at hand, smiled and said: "No, according to the original plan, when the time comes, no matter what the outcome of the battle, all the troops must be taken back. Remember my order, it is all taken back .In fifteen minutes, the adults will be here."
Earl Werewolf couldn't understand every word Doyle said, but he knew how to obey. The werewolf count repeated Doyle's order aloud, and after receiving Doyle's nod, he exited the room.
Doyle lowered his head and continued to wipe the barrel in his hand.
On a bloodline-style battleship on the outskirts of the fleet, there is a bloodline marquis in the chief mate's cabin. He looks more leisurely than Doyle, reading an ancient sheepskin book alone.
He suddenly raised his head as if feeling something, and saw a person quietly appearing in the room at some point.
Marquis Linnard looked surprised, but he didn't make any other changes. He just sat up straight lightly, and then stood up extremely lightly. Facing the blood-born elder in front of him, or the projection of the elder, he bowed deeply.
Then Linald took out a mixture of blood crystals and crystals, and released a simple short-term sound-isolating force circle.
Satisfied with his reaction, Habs nodded and said, "Is there anything going on in the clan these days?"
Linnard said: "After you and the speaker left, we were also called up to the parliament's black sun sword bearer base the next day to form a team."
Habs thought for a while, and asked a question irrelevant to the present, "You have practiced recently, can you see the holy river?"
Lin Nade said honestly: "Except for the last time I didn't know which powerful person was promoted, the holy river appeared, and it has never been there since. If you are by your side, you will occasionally see the shadow of the holy river, but you can't touch it. no respond."
Habs nodded and said, "Next, when you have the opportunity to perform ground missions, just leave the team directly, don't go to any blood continent, and find a neutral place to stay."
Lin Nade's face changed, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just said, "Aren't you going with me?"
Habs was taken aback for a moment, and said, "I can't."
Linnard said: "You, like me, don't belong there."
"But they are all descendants of Samael." Habs looked softly at the blood race who was still a young man in front of him, with his lips pursed and stubborn, vaguely still childish when he was just picked up.
Linnard asked: "Is it the council, or does the devil already know about the Lost Paradise Laboratory?"
Habs said: "Forget about it completely, it has nothing to do with you."
Linnard was silent again, and after a while, he said, "Okay, Father, as you wish." Then, regardless of making any noise, he knelt down on one knee in front of Habs, as if he was about to make the last A courtesy.
Habs stroked the young Marquis's forehead with his hand, followed by a soft sigh. When Habs' projection left, Lin Nad raised his head, staring blankly at the drop of origin blood left in his palm by the elder.