Above the ancient castle, there was a cold and murderous atmosphere everywhere. Many blood clans in the ancient castle took to the streets and looked up at the highest point of the ancient castle. There is fear and complexity in their eyes. Many warriors put down their swords, but the faces of the strong ones were all pale, and their aura was much weaker than usual.
From the highest point of the castle, there was a constant pressure as deep as the sea, layer by layer, washing away the vampires in the castle like a tidal wave. The ancient blood aura contained in the majesty makes every blood shudder, and the fear that comes from the depths of the blood makes the blood core of the weaker nobles as if frozen, unable to condense blood at all.
That coercion clearly demonstrated the sovereignty of the bloodline. In the tradition of the blood clan, the closer to the source of the long river of blood, the more natural justice and rights it has. Because of this, most of the vampires in the castle lost the ability and willingness to resist. In their blood-rooted concept, resisting such a superior is itself a kind of betrayal.
On the top floor of the castle, a fierce blood suddenly shot up into the sky, piercing the coercion that enveloped the entire castle. Then a cold and pleasant voice resounded throughout the world: "No one can make me, Aivar, yield!"
In the depths of the dark void, there seemed to be a thunderclap, and a river of blood slowly emerged, formally responding to her call. Although the surge of the long river is only a short moment and is blurry, being able to respond to the call means that the caller has been bestowed by the long river of blood.
On the top floor of the castle, Aivar laughed loudly, his blood energy was rising steadily, the color was getting deeper and deeper, and finally revealed a little gold.
"Did you see it? The river of blood is echoing me! Now I am also a duke. Don't you guys who are polluted by the dawn still know your original sin?"
She laughed wildly, roared, bit by bit against Yetong's long knife, and struggled to stand up.
Howard, the dark gospel next to him, sighed and said, "It's a pity for another genius who can call for a river of blood."
Nighteye casually held the long knife Jingmeng, and the blade rested on Aivar's shoulder, and it was an understatement that pressed her down to her knees. But now, perhaps out of resignation, or perhaps because of humiliation, Aivar broke out in desperation and broke through to the rank of vice duke in one fell swoop, even causing a river of blood to echo.
This is a feat that even Howard sighed for. The Dark Gospel has been active in the past few hundred years, so it is natural to know how difficult and difficult it is to call for it.
It's just ironic that the genius of the blood clan who can summon the river of blood actually betrayed the blood clan, and seemed to have devoted himself to the Demon Emperor's command.
For a long time, the river of blood has been the supreme belief of all blood races and the only justice. As a result, Howard felt a little embarrassed. What could the Demon Emperor offer that was more important than faith
However, Yetong and Qianye's expressions were very indifferent, and there was no surprise or other emotions at all. On the contrary, there was some doubt in Qianye's expression.
When Aivar was about to stand up straight, Yetong stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, yawned, and then slightly increased his wrist, only to hear a plop, and Aivar was pressed back to his original position heavily.
"Is it difficult to call the River of Blood? Qianye, when did you get the inheritance of the River of Blood?"
Qianye thought for a while, and said, "It seems to be the time of the Viscount?"
"Viscount?" Howard was slightly moved. In recent years, the number of times the river of blood has surged can be counted on one's fingers. With Qianye's age, doesn't this mean that nearly half of the river of blood is caused by him alone
At this moment, faint golden blood flames were burning around Qianye's body, and layers of coercion continued to pour out, suppressing the blood clan in the entire castle with blood power.
Seeing Aivar's breakthrough before the battle, a stream of blood rushing straight into the sky, refusing to give in no matter what he said, Qianye snorted, the blood fire turned from gold to dark gold, and the ancient aura that was deep and far away instantly extinguished Aivar The slightly golden blood energy also made the whole castle become silent again.
Aivar's face was pale, and her body trembled slightly. What made her even more unacceptable was that even as a vice duke, she felt a deep-seated fear of Qianye. This fear was so strong that it even made her blood core run. the degree of stagnation.
This also means that Qianye's bloodline is far superior to hers, and the relationship between the two is the true relationship between the superior and the inferior.
This fact made it impossible for her, who had always been arrogant, to face it.
"Did you see, our blood clan has never lacked geniuses, let alone those who will betray or inject water." Yetong turned Jingmeng in his hand and pressed down lightly, and Aivar suddenly showed panic on his face. The blood gas descended layer by layer, and finally returned to silence.
Ye Tong said to do it, and Howard wanted to stop it, but it was too late. He sighed, and said, "We should ask in detail why she betrayed her. It would be a pity to kill her like this."
"We have always valued blood. As long as you have enough talent, it seems that you can do anything. No matter what mistakes you make, you will be forgiven. This Aivar is like this. It's a pity that she thought a little wrong, and I will not forgive betrayal .Besides, the future of the blood race doesn't need her, Qianye is enough."
Howard was stunned, glanced at the dark golden blood fire around Qianye, and said, "That's true."
After beheading Aivar, especially when Qianye directly crushed him with his natural blood power, all the blood clans in the entire castle lost their fighting spirit and surrendered one after another, and the members of the Blue King clan who were originally imprisoned were also released.
In the reception room that originally belonged to Aivar in the castle, Qianye finally saw Van Trier, but he really couldn't connect the white, fat, doughy guy in front of him with the blood vice duke.
Van Trier's breath was weak, but there were no injuries on his body, let alone signs of torture. Aivar is a blood clan that respects tradition, even if he is a prisoner, he has given Van Trier enough respect and treatment.
But just because there was no injury, Van Trier's blood was so weak that it was almost unreasonable. Qianye felt that the Marquis of Glory he met in the past was much stronger than him. If he could not perceive that his blood core was indeed the Vice Duke, Qianye would even wonder if the guy standing in front of him was a Marquis of Strength.
Van Trier's face was full of smiles at the moment, his eyes swept across the audience inadvertently, and his eyelids twitched.
In terms of position, Qianye is in the center, Yetong is on the side, and Howard the Gospel of Darkness is on the other side. This ranking made Van Trier feel unreal.
He naturally recognized Howard, and he also recognized Qianye when he entered the room. After all, although he was only a vice duke, because of his special status, he was also among the big figures who could keep secrets.
Van Trier smiled flatteringly, took a step forward, and said, "I have seen you, Your Highness."
Qianye just said, "Duke Van Trier..."
Fan Trier said, "Just call me Fan Fan!"
Qianye suddenly stopped breathing, unable to speak the following words. He collected himself, and said, "I'm afraid it's not good..."
Nicknames like this are generally used by elders for their descendants in blood clans, and often for direct descendants who have been with each other for a long time.
The blood race not only has a blood relationship with the direct descendants, but also has almost irresistible control, which is completely different from the human race. Therefore, the relationship between blood race and direct descendants is often much closer than that between father and son of human race. So Van Trier's proposal really gave Qianye goosebumps.
Qianye's complexion was already ugly, but Van Trier seemed to turn a blind eye to it, and said with a flattering smile: "What's wrong? In fact, it couldn't be more appropriate. You see, you are His Majesty Yetong's man... Ah, no, His Majesty Yetong It's your man..."
A swear word suddenly popped up in Qianye's heart, and he almost said it. He turned his head to look at Yetong, only to see that after her initial astonishment, there was a smile on the corners of her brows and eyes, and her expression brightened the whole room a lot in an instant.
Fan Trier said again: "The great dark gospel His Royal Highness Howard is also your friend, he is my elder. I have admired His Royal Highness since I was a child. In this way, you should call me Fan Fan."
"Duke Van Trier, let's not discuss the title. Let's get down to business." Qianye had no choice but to interrupt him.
"Listen to your orders." Van Trier respectfully acted like a direct subordinate.
Qianye now finally understands why this guy surrendered. Looking at it now, it's hard to say right or wrong, at least he saved most of his clansmen, and he didn't suffer much.
"How many clansmen do you still have in your clan? How many resources do you still have?"
"There are still more than 300 people in the tribe, including 100 warriors and 15 knights. As for resources, my castle is gone, and the blood pool and treasure house are gone. But I still have two people outside. There are some resources in the secret stronghold that can be donated. Although there are not many, it is always my heart, I hope you will not dislike it."
Qianye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, did Van Trier think that he wanted to benefit. Qianye didn't bother to explain, turned his head and said: "With the resources of these two secret vaults, plus the resources here, it should be enough for them to go to the nearby secret realm, right?"
"A secret realm? There is one nearby, which I used to maintain frequently. Or go there." Van Trier said.
Twilight is the blood clan's stronghold. The world was not peaceful a long time ago. Of course, the accumulation of thousands of years is rich. Secret realms are scattered everywhere. Many large secret realms were built before the rise of the human race as defensive strongholds and shelters during times of war.
In addition, many big figures will also build small secret realms for themselves, such as the place where the King of Blue used to transfer and hide Qianye and Yetong. Fan Trier is not strong enough, but he is very afraid of death, and even built a secret realm for himself.
Qianye said: "Okay, you take the clansman there, and also bring the blood clansman in this castle, and wait for news there."
"No problem, I will take care of these traitors. But how long are we going to wait there?"
Ye Tong said: "It won't be long, we will arrange the airship to pick you up."
Yetong didn't say what the final destination was, and Van Trier didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he withdrew to make arrangements for the retreat and occupation. Once Aivar died, the highest among her clan was only the earl, and with the rank of vice-duke of Van Trier, it was more than enough to suppress.
When Van Trier left, Qianye pointed to his position and said, "Is this really good?"
It was Dark Gospel who said first: "I think it is the best. Since it is a war, we need people who are familiar with war to lead us."