Following the singing, the blood drops in the water basin became thicker and spread rapidly, and a mere drop of blood actually completely dyed a black basin the size of a washbasin red.
Rafael raised his head, faced the eyes of the statue, and gently stroked the center of his brow with his bloody index finger, leaving a trace of cinnabar.
close your eyes. Just when the ceremony was about to end, the witches were about to remove things, all of a sudden.
hum! ! ! !
A huge tyrannical and soft force suddenly descended.
This force shone a hazy white light on the statue, and strangely, the stone statue moved. She stretched out her right arm, and gently stroked Rafael's cheek.
"The mother of lions has really come!!" A witch exclaimed in surprise.
"Great mother of lions! Please bless our leader, Grando!"
"The Witch King is supreme!!"
The witches immediately stirred up in joy.
Rafael's grandma also had a happy face, staring at Rafael and the statue without blinking. The number of times such a mother of lions came to bless her is one of the few in history. On weekdays, she can barely communicate a little bit of the will of the Mother of Lions only on special festivals. How can it be like this now that the will of the entire Witch King descends to bless Raphael in an all-round way.
"Raphael of Grande, the beautiful Sun Witch, I will bless you, and you will have a strong status and power in the future." A majestic spiritual will shrouded it.
A sweet smile appeared on Raphael's cheeks. But no one could see that in her closed eyes, the eyes gradually lost their original agility, and instead flashed an inexplicable dullness.
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In a remote underground cave.
The mother of the lion slowly opened her closed eyes, and the compassion in her eyes grew stronger.
"Don't blame me for eliminating the source of all unrest, any sacrifice is worth it."
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"The seventh mask, in an ancient tomb in Asia?"
"Holy Fist Palace will definitely send people to look for it. As long as we also send people there, we will be able to delay or even prevent him from getting the seventh mask."
"Then who are you going to send over?"
"At least the high-ranking blood race will lead the team. Otherwise, Hosiman and Dam will not be able to solve it."
In the hall of the Blood Alliance Council.
The four dead disciples of the Secret Party and the Ming Party occupy the four highest seats, surrounded by representatives of their respective family pedigrees and other blood clans, sitting in a large circle densely, the blood alliance meeting, this is the two parties of the Secret Party and the Ming Party The only meeting of peaceful coexistence since the war began.
Although people on both sides of the Ming Party and the Secret Party have some hatred for each other, the pressure on human beings is getting heavier and heavier, and the actions against the vampires are becoming more and more extreme. There are many executions.
Human beings call the blood clans who joined the Holy Fist Palace new blood clans, new humans. As for the blood clans who did not join the Holy Fist Palace, they were called old blood clans. Under this distinction, no matter whether it is the Ming Party, the Secret Party, or the neutral blood clan, they have all been suppressed on a large scale.
In this situation, many red-eyed human beings can no longer control their emotions, and they have begun to suppress the blood race unscrupulously.
This made the blood clan alliance have to hold an emergency meeting to discuss the way to deal with the problems it will face next.
Now the four Dead Apostles have reached a rare agreement on the issue of finding the Sleepless Face in the Holy Fist Palace.
Wellington looked at the other two Dead Apostles.
"I also checked the information when I went back. It is true that the Sleepless Face does have the effect of transforming people's physique and transforming people into the ancestors. Apart from the long lifespan of the ancestors, the ancestors also have the ability to locate all dead disciples. There is nothing special about the rest. But even so, when I think that Garen might continue to press us down like this, my heart shudders."
"I have also found records of the abilities of the ancestor blood race." The only female dead disciple said calmly.
"Me too." Another blond man in a black robe replied lightly.
The three of them are the three core dead disciples of the secret party, and this man is also the most mysterious one among them.
Opposite to their seats is Hongyue who is sitting opposite Mingdang.
It was a young man with long black hair, his face was pale, and he looked a little indifferent. Only when his eyes rolled slightly would people feel that he was alive.
"Hongyue, what do you think?" The female dead disciple looked at Hongyue.
"If we don't participate, it might be an option to join the Holy Fist Palace." Hong Yue said indifferently, he was hunted down by two dead disciples of the secret party for so long, and now he is still seriously injured, so he doesn't bother to pay attention to these things.
"Fortunately, our advantage is obvious, that is, we have enough manpower, and we can use more cards than Holy Fist Palace. But he only has one Dead Apostle and two superiors. He must sit in the headquarters and cannot leave." Wellington analyzed, "I think it is possible to directly carry out a nuclear strike against the location of the Holy Fist Palace, and use human technology to directly destroy the hope of mankind, hehe." A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
When he thought of being killed by Garen like he was killing chickens one after another, he felt an evil fire in his heart. Just like this, he was cast out of the shadow by Garen. If he could find a real way to deal with the dead, he could locate Dead Apostle body, isn't that easier than killing a chicken with one punch
"He must not be allowed to find the last few masks. If possible, I suggest that we also start looking for the last few masks and keep them in the hands of our blood alliance first." He suggested.
"this is okay too."
"Since we want to prevent him from getting the mask, why not simply remove his party members?" the blond man in black robe said lightly.
Although several people did not talk to Wellington's nuclear retaliation, it does not mean that they will really give up this method. It's just that a nuclear strike is the last resort, and it cannot be used until the last moment, otherwise it will kill one thousand enemies and damage eight hundred. The lethality of that is too terrifying.
"Both Hosiman and Damm have only high-ranking strength. We can easily solve these two with a little care."
"Then the other party will also learn our trick?" The female dead disciple frowned.
"We can lead him into an ambush. Isn't he strong enough? See if he can be killed with a large amount of high explosives, or enough gas bombs, biochemical viruses. Thousands of degrees of flame spray, laser cutting. I can't do it." I can't kill him!" The black-robed blond man's face was calm, but what he said obviously surprised even Wellington a little, and these tricks were almost all used to deal with Garen in a human way. And this man is obviously very familiar with human technology.
"It seems that your human economic group has influenced you too deeply." Hongyue said lightly from the side. "Once this method is activated, don't you think they will not use these methods to deal with us, you must know that the number of human beings is far more than us."
"This is war, and war is supposed to be all-consuming." The blond man in black robe said lightly.
"I agree." Wellington raised his hand, "Let's vote with a show of hands."
Both hands were raised, the female dead disciple hesitated for a moment, but still raised her hands.
Hongyue was indifferent.
"It's up to you, our Ming Party does not participate." He patted the armrest of the seat, and the whole person slowly disappeared on the seat.
At the same time, the representatives of the Ming Party who were reminded of the blood clan also withdrew one after another.
"Even without them, we can easily contain the Holy Fist Palace." The blond man in black robe looked calm.
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Falvede Mountains, Asia.
At the top is a whitish brown mountain, like a brown python, lying between the whole of Asia and Europe, completely separating the two regions.
This mountain range is surrounded by a dozen small countries.
One of the small countries is Casarne.
Kasar is a small Buddhist country with a population of no more than 20 million and only five cities including the capital. The vast majority of them are Buddhists.
In the afternoon, the sky was slightly dark, and bells began to ring in the sky above Roland Mountain, the capital of Kasar, as usual.
The heavy copper bell was hit one after another, accompanied by the faint sound of chanting sutras from the temple.
The streets of Luolan Mountain are bustling with people. From time to time, gray and black elephants slowly pass by. Women walk around in gauze skirts that can only cover their upper bodies. Most of them have a red mark on their eyebrows. , indicating married.
The unmarried girls wore long braids, without any marks between their eyebrows, and walked in groups of threes and twos.
From time to time, ascetic monks can be seen on the street. They are skinny, dark-skinned, and some are topless, with long hair and beards, looking very sloppy.
Luolan Mountain is close to the largest Jialuo Temple, on a large concrete space, some ascetic monks sit cross-legged on the ground, closing their eyes and muttering sutras, not knowing what activities are being held.
Surrounded by a lot of local children, girls and teenagers, as well as tourists from foreign enemies holding up their cameras and snapping pictures.
Some foreign tourists have blond hair, some have black hair, they can show the characteristics of any country, and they can even see black people whose skin is as black as charcoal.
One of them was a woman who looked like a tourist, wearing a large brown toad mirror, dressed in fashion, with a curvy figure, and a beautiful black dress, followed by two muscular bodyguards with crew-cut men.
She clasped hands slightly in front of the ascetic monks, and then picked out small things at a small jewelry stall next to her, but her eyes drifted secretly towards the Jialuo Temple on the mountain.
"It has been confirmed that the seventh mask is under the Buddhist stupas behind the Jialuo Temple. There should be an ancient tomb palace there." A man's voice as thin as a mosquito penetrated into the woman's ear.
She nodded slightly.
"Don't worry, non-pious Buddhists are not allowed to enter that place, otherwise it may cause large-scale riots. Wait until it gets darker before going." The woman had gorgeous blond hair. "According to Lord Sith's order, we'd better remove the mask without disturbing anyone."
"clear."
The man's voice slowly disappeared.
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(end of this chapter)