As long as they are given some time, they can enter the realm of the sixth level.
This is a powerful force that cannot be ignored!
However, Augurola just glanced at them coldly, looked up at the dark night sky, the shadow of the young man had long disappeared, and a trace of confusion flashed in those beautiful red eyes.
"Help me one last time, what does that mean?" she whispered.
"Sister Augurola, shall we enjoy a blood feast like we did before?"
The young ancestor smiled mysteriously and profoundly: "Allah, Ruas, Eva and the others can't wait any longer. You are their most respected elder, and you should be the one to preside over this blood feast."
Augurola ignored them and used the powerful perception of a demigod to lock onto the location underground.
Disappeared from the spot in an instant.
The ancestors were stunned.
"What did Sister Augurola do?"
They looked at each other and expressed their incomprehension.
In the end, he could only turn his gaze to the young vampire standing beside him.
Chloe is a vampire transformed from the second original, and is his most trusted and trusted subordinate.
"What did Sister Augurola do?"
The young ancestor asked solemnly, "Is there anything more important than our family members?"
Chloë thought for a moment: "Yes..."
The ancestors were stunned: "What's the matter?"
Chloë hesitated for a long time and replied: "To coax a man..."
The shadowy figure that appeared in the sky was, of course, Mr. Valerius.
However, Mr. Valerius's last words were very strange.
One last help.
It feels like I'm angry.
Tsk, although I don’t know what’s going on, it’s amazing that a demigod can go and coax her personally.
As expected, Mr. Valerius.
Chapter 220 On the Limits of Downward and Upward Movements in the Stock Market
Between Tarot.
"What a pity! The so-called terrifying forbidden land is nothing more than this. The speed at which it devours souls is not as fast as my recovery speed. Is this the forbidden land?"
Licinius put on his clothes and glanced at the poker cards and chips on the table covered in blood, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
In the end, he won the game between brothers.
Looking at the overall situation, there were risks, but fortunately he had the last laugh.
Alejandro lost because he misjudged his ability.
In fact, as a gambler, Licinius was impeccable in every way.
calculate…
psychology…
physical strength…
crazy…
Courage...
He is no worse than anyone else.
Once Alessandro was unable to suppress him in these aspects, the bet would naturally be dragged to the end.
It's an absolutely desperate situation when both of them are left with only their last bargaining chip!
Licinius was not afraid of death at all, so he had unlimited courage and dared to bet his own soul on the gambling table as the final chip and go straight to the checkmate.
But Alessandro obviously doesn't have the courage.
So at the last moment, he chose to retreat and escape.
Like a coward.
"It's a very exciting gambling game, more than enough to be recorded in the history of the Brentanian Empire. It turns out that only the men of your Valerius family can play such a crazy, bloody, and thrilling game. If he were still alive, he would definitely applaud and cheer for you two."
The woman in the white dress turned her back to him and chuckled as she said, "Can I turn around?"
Licinius hummed.
The woman in the white dress turned around and looked at him, smiling and saying, "Your name is Valerius Licinius? Congratulations, as long as there is no next person to challenge you and can beat you, then you will be the next master of the Tarot. Although I think that there may be no one else who can beat you."
Licinius hesitated for a moment and asked, "What can I do with Tarot?"
"You can do whatever you want within the limits of this forbidden land."
The woman in the white dress stared at him and paused. "But the prerequisite is that sacrifices are needed. A large number of lives need to be sacrificed in order to awaken the power of the rules between the Tarot cards. The more things you want to do, the more lives you will need."
Licinius shook his head: "Forget it then."
The woman in the white dress glanced at him unexpectedly: "Oh?"
"A victory gained at the expense of innocent people is no victory at all."
Licinius said calmly: "If I want something, I will fight for it myself, but I cannot approve of things that are obtained at the cost of the blood and sacrifice of innocent people."
The woman in the white dress thought for a moment and then asked, "I feel like you are the kind of person who doesn't mind small details when it comes to big things. Why do you have such naive ideas? In history, winners are kings and losers are bandits. Bloodshed and sacrifice are inevitable. I can't imagine someone like you having such a childish mentality."
Li Xini smiled slightly, spread his hands and said: "Indeed, as you said, ordinary people may not be able to avoid innocent bloodshed and sacrifice, but... the Demon King is an exception."
The woman in the white dress tilted her head and said, "Demon King? The current king of the demon clan?"
"You wouldn't understand."
Licinius glanced at her and asked, "Who are you, or who were you in your lifetime?"
The woman in the white dress thought seriously for a moment and said, "You can call me grandma."
Licinius raised his eyebrows: "Who are you taking advantage of?"
The woman in the white dress said calmly, "No matter who the emperor of the Brentanian Empire is, if she can come here to see me, she must call me grandma."
Just this one sentence proved her identity.
Li Xini was silent for a moment, then immediately changed the topic: "Good evening, Grandma. Is there anything I can help you with? Just let me know. We are all family, so don't be polite."
At this moment, he already knew who this woman was.
"Ah… "
The woman in the white dress glanced at him and said, "I've been dead for thousands of years, and I don't have any wishes anymore. How is the Brentanian Empire? How is the current emperor?"
Licinius replied: "The situation of the empire is not very good, but it is developing in a good direction. If nothing unexpected happens, the current emperor will be the most outstanding emperor in history."
The woman in the white dress was startled: "Better than him?"
She pointed at the playing cards on the table, on which there was a handsome and extraordinary man.
"With my assistance, she will certainly be no worse than your husband."
Li Cinnamon smiled and replied, "After all, as descendants, we always want to surpass our predecessors. If you two were resurrected and saw that the younger generation is not as good as you, wouldn't you want to beat them to death?"
The woman in the white dress seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "That makes sense. Since you don't want to use the Tarot Room, should I let it sleep again? Anyway, you are the owner of this place, and you can activate it at any time. Originally, the Tarot Room was reserved for the Brentanian Empire to protect itself."
"At least with the power of the rules between Tarot cards, you can still defend the capital."
She paused: "But now it seems that you are very confident."
Licinius was stunned. He didn't expect that the founding emperor of Brentania would have thought of this.
He is indeed a ruthless person.
It is said that the emperor took this land from the Vatican.
At the beginning, he dared to openly challenge the Holy See.
If he saw that the empire had weakened to this extent, he would probably be so angry that even his coffin would not hold him down.
"etc!"
Licinius suddenly had a bold idea: "Is your husband buried here?"
His left hand was ready to move, and the scarlet inverted cross was shocking.
The woman in the white dress glanced at his left hand and her pupils shrank slightly.
She was silent for a moment, then shook her head and replied, "No, he's not here. He's probably not even in the empire. When I died, he was actually still alive. There shouldn't be many records of him left in the empire today. If you're interested, you can check it out."
Licinius was a little disappointed: "Okay..."
At this time, the woman in the white dress seemed to sense something and said with a smile: "There is a demigod outside who broke in and seems to be looking for you. Do you want to go out and meet him?"
Li Xini was silent for a moment, and the woman named Koroko Yu appeared in his mind.
"well… "
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In the ruins of the underground world, a petite, bloody shadow fell from the sky.
The moment she fell to the ground, a terrifying aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood enveloped the entire ruins, as if the world was boiling because of it. The strong smell of blood filled the air, and the feeling of oppression was overwhelming.
At the same time, she immediately noticed the intricate black and sticky liquid flowing on the ground, and sensed a faint soul fluctuation.
Augurola narrowed her beautiful eyes and suddenly said, "Is it you?"
Salvatore.
The unlucky guy who summoned the Lord of Annihilation on the outskirts of the royal capital.
"Uh..." Salvatore's soul trembled, and he was just about to escape.
Unexpectedly, I met such a great god!
"Go to hell..."
Augurola raised a slender white finger, and a scarlet light flashed.
Salvatore, died.
In an instant, Augurola turned into a bloody afterimage and flew away.
In the ancient ruins beside the underground river, an iron sword was seen releasing a divine light, suppressing the burly man kneeling below. A dark and sticky liquid was constantly dripping down, which was extremely weird.
The Mad Lion Duke has not yet escaped the suppression of this magic-forbidden sword.
His face turned red, and he fought desperately against the power of light, his whole body trembling.
Jeanne stood before him, her arms open as she wielded the Forbidden Magic Sword, sweat dripping from her cheeks.
The next moment, they both felt the terrifying pressure from the demigod at the same time!
"Augurola?"
Jeanna's pale, delicate face froze and her body tensed.
The Mad Lion's eyes exploded, as if he had eaten a lump of food.
The two top warlocks have fought to this point, it’s time to collect the kills!
boom!
A petite blood shadow passed by his eyes, fleeting like a blood-red lightning, without stopping.
"You die too..."
Only the girl's cold voice echoed in the ruins, like a verdict from hell.
Duke Mad Lion lowered his head in shock, only to see a horrific bloody hole pierced through his chest. A drop of burning blood was suspended in the hole in his chest, containing a strong smell of blood.
His throat rolled and he couldn't even roar.