Located at the eastern end of the Malst Line, the Antalya Mountains are crisscrossed by numerous large and small mountain ranges, stretching eastward across several countries and extending to the edge of the Western Border.

The Antalya Mountains are a legendary mountain range with countless resources and opportunities, but the depths of it are rarely explored. Because resources and opportunities are often accompanied by big risks, the Antalya Mountains are extremely dangerous, even if they are heavenly knights, they dare not set foot easily.

And yet in the depths of the mountains, in the depths of the mountains.

In the endless primeval forest, the sunlight is scattered layer by layer from the gap between the branches and leaves, forming a small path of light.

An elegant middle-aged man in a tuxedo takes off his top hat.

He put away his pure white gloves as well, and then took out a handful, a broom, from the space container. Yes, it's a broom, the most common kind. Then take it seriously and carefully sweep up the accumulated fallen leaves.

In front of the middle-aged man was a stone tablet, and behind the stone tablet was a huge black dragon crawling.

The dragon's body was as majestic as a small mountain range, it had a legendary body and claws, and when it spread its wings, it would obscure the light of half of the city, but at this moment, this legendary creature was unusually docile and prostrate.

The dragon opened one eye, and its dark golden pupils were larger than Risn's entire person.

"I'm coming to see you again. Reeson whispered. The cemetery was almost cleaned by him.

No one responded, and the air was a little clammy and cold.

The dragon didn't make any sound, and if it weren't for the round dragon's eyes, it would only shake twice, and the dragon would still be a sculpture.

Rishen leaned down and kissed the cold stone tablet lightly, his eyes distant and ethereal.

Suddenly, the dragon erupted into the air with a burst of dragon flame.

When he raised his head, a large piece of sunlight projected from the gap after the dragon flame scorched, and a pillar of light happened to hit the stone tablet.

Rishon was in a trance, and he stared at the transparent light, as if the person who only existed in his memory was dancing in this huge light and smiling at him.

"I'll see you next time. There's one thing I have to do. Good bye. Reesen stroked the dragon's head one last time and turned away......

South of Malst, nearly one-fifth of the western border, has been reduced to the territory of the Dark Race during the last Dark Holy War.

This is an absolute dark world, thousands of years have passed, and the dark race has already established a dark kingdom here.

Inside the magnificent castle of the Blood Clan.

Known as the Flower of Darkness, Melantha sits atop the Scarlet Throne with a pile of papers waiting to be reviewed. She was a little bored, and the battle on the side was getting more and more complicated, which also meant that the official duties of the blood queen were becoming more and more onerous.

The door with dark gold trim was slowly pushed open, and a purple-eyed boy who looked to be no more than 10 years old entered the hall.

"Didn't I say ......" Melansha, who lowered her head to review the documents, was about to have a seizure, but the moment she raised her head and saw the boy, she immediately stopped talking, and then walked down the throne with a smile on her face to greet the boy.

Melansha has a large pale golden wave, that face has impeccable beauty, her red lips are like blood and plump, and a red dress is also like blood, and her plump figure is perfectly outlined. This woman moved lightly, and her gestures were full of charm, and when she laughed, she was really like a rose blooming in the dark, showing a gorgeous and seductive color.

"You're back. Melantha said respectfully. It may be difficult for the blood clan outside to imagine that their noble and glamorous queen would have such a posture. However, when she saw the boy, she was still slightly stunned, because this man was not what she remembered, but the powerful aura from his blood could not be wrong.

"Ahh Oh, yes. The purple-eyed boy's voice sounded a little tired, and there was an indifferent expression on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Melansha cautiously.

The purple-eyed boy glanced at her lightly, didn't say anything, and took off his shirt.

This delicate porcelain doll-like boy, his upper body was as thin as an old man's, and in the center of his chest there was a bloody hole the size of an empty bowl, but no blood flowed out, only as if it had been hollowed out.

Ordinary people would have died long ago from such injuries, but the boy looked as usual, and did not even show the slightest pain.

The contrast between such a gorgeous appearance and such a broken body is extremely strong. Melanza covered her mouth, her surprise hard to hide.

"I've fought with this generation of kings of the Western Realm. Shot in his myth. The boy added.

King of the West. This title is chosen every twenty years and is followed by thousands of powerful people, but it is awarded to only one person, and that is the strongest person in the Western Realm. Behind these short four words is the strength and power of the peak of the Western Continent of mankind, and the weight can be imagined.

"You...... You okay. Melantha suddenly asked, and she stretched out her plain white hands, wanting to touch but not touching the boy's body.

The boy's expression softened a lot, and he took the initiative to stick it, signaling that it didn't matter. After touching her, the boy actually put his arms around Melanza, picked her up, and walked up the stairs to sit on the Scarlet Throne.

In the ornate castle, a boy holding a tall beauty also looks very impactful.

"Out of the way, albeit a little embarrassing. However, the King of the Western Realm is not very comfortable, and when he left, he was shattered by me, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover his peak in the past ten years. By the way, how many blood slaves are there in captivity?" the boy muttered, one hand roaming over Melansha's body.

Melansha didn't resist and said, "There are probably about 200 people left. ”

"Let's send them all to the blood pool, I want to take a blood bath to recover as soon as possible, and then I have to go back to the demon world to deal with some things. ”

"I'll arrange for someone to do it right away, but are you leaving again, my lord. Melantha catered to the boy, a hint of grief flashing in her eyes.

"yes, I'm going to go again. People like me don't stay anywhere for long. The life of our blood is long, but the stay in a certain place in a lifetime is short. ”

"Your Excellency ...... tonight," Melantha asked tentatively.

The blood clan attaches great importance to the existence of blood, and the purple-eyed boy not only has great power but also has an extremely noble surname, and the benefits of intersecting with the superior blood clan are self-evident.

"What do you think I can do with this body?" the boy asked rhetorically.

"I was negligent, sorry, sir. ”

"Hmm. You go arrange the blood pool as soon as possible, I'm a little tired. The boy lifted Melantha from his embrace and waved at her.

Mei Lansha bowed slightly, and was about to leave, when she suddenly stopped and said, "There is something I think I should tell the adults." ”

"What's the matter?" said the boy lazily, tilting his head and bracing himself with one hand.

"It's a high-ranking bloodline who used a blood weapon to draw the blood of a goblin. Melansha said with her head down.

"What, who is it? It's disgusting to even draw the blood of that cannon fodder. With such filthy blood, the faces of the high-ranking blood clan were really lost. There was some anger on the boy's calm face.

"It's Prince Nicholas's descendant, the mad princess, Miss Gila. ”

"That old guy's lineage is not good to tear it apart directly. But why is his descendant on the front line?"

"It is said that it is because of the infighting of the Nikolai family. Although the princess was crazy, the old man was still very fond of her, so he secretly sent her to the front line to avoid the fight. Although it is the front line, it is the most dangerous but also the safest. ”

"I don't know how Nikolai's old fellow would feel when he knew about it. Well, I came back this time with a nice blood slave along the way. You go and lock that princess up with the Bloodline I brought back, and keep her out of contact with the rest of the plasma, I'm sure she'll realize the dirtiness of her actions after trying the quality blood. ”

"She's a princess after all, and if she is rashly imprisoned with an alien human, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate. Melantha said carefully.

"There's nothing wrong with it, she's here to take refuge anyway, as long as she doesn't die and isn't violated. That blood slave is just a magic apprentice, and ants are not even existence, if you want to say that the waste princess can't even help the blood of a magic apprentice, then I choose to know her with my own hands. ”

"What about her guards?" asked Melantha tentatively.

"It just so happened that this time it was all solved and sent into my blood pool. When asked, they said that I meant, and that Nikolai's anger would not fall on my head Alucardo, after all, my surname is much more noble than Nikolai. Alucado said unconcernedly.