"But be careful not to let her kill the seeds I brought back. Alucado emphasized.

"Yes, Your Excellency. The corners of Melansha's mouth curled up in a secret arc.

She was about to retreat when Alucardo's voice rang out again.

"Don't think I don't know about some of your cleverness, some things are actually up to me. Still, at least you're telling the truth, even if you're trying to trick me. You have to pay attention to never deceive me, I hate being deceived the most. ”

Melantha only felt a cardiac arrest, but the boy was not angry, just motioned for her to stand down.

After resting for a moment on the Crimson Throne, Alucardor walked over to the ornately carved window and pulled back the crimson curtains.

The night breeze blows, and beyond the castle are countless sprawling blood camps.

As far as the eye can see, at the end of the line of sight is a towering city wall, a lighthouse with a heavy fort, and a huge lifting machinery spewing majestic energy steam.

It was the Wall of Malst, the line of defense of the human world.

If you look down from the heavens from God's point of view, you will find something very interesting. That is, with the Wall of Malst as the dividing line, half of the world is almost dark, and the other half is a world of light and light. And at the junction of light and dark, there are large gray areas.

This wall divides three worlds. And Alucarddo has just returned from that bright world.

Of course, Alucardo's journey to the human world was not a forcible breakthrough. If you want to cross the Marster defense line alone, where countless human powerhouses are sitting, without making too much noise, it is naturally impossible.

He arrived secretly over the treacherous Antalya Mountains.

Alucardor gently touched the edge of the hole in his body, as if he still had some lingering palpitations.

If it weren't for the Commander-in-Chief of the Holy Alliance and the Pope of Light both having important matters on their minds this time, I'm afraid they wouldn't necessarily be able to come back.

Thousands of years have passed since that Dark Holy War, and the development of human beings who have been kept in captivity by the Dark Race seems to be getting stronger and stronger. Humanity is developing at an unimaginable rate, and it may not be long before the power of the two camps will become balanced. In the past two years, human beings have also won victories in their respective frictions and collisions with the dark races, recovering a lot of lost ground. They seem to be beginning to forget about the dark times, and they are no longer afraid of the dark race.

This is not a good outcome, and for the Darkblood faction, it will touch many interests.

Moreover, this time Alucardo went deep into the interior of the Terran and got the answer that the big man wanted, and he had found a "point of interest" that could start a war. In the face of eternal interests, it is time for the Association of the Darkest to do something, and it is time for the pattern of the continent to change.

Peace has lasted far too long, and the beast of war grinds its teeth and sucks blood in the cage of original sin, and it can't wait to be released.

The voice of the subordinate reported that the blood pool was ready. Alucado retracted his thoughts.

The long corridors, the thick dark carpets, the ornaments are full of broken sculptures, and the walls are hung with all kinds of famous paintings in dark styles.

The Blood Pool is located on the basement level of the castle, and it is in this style all the way down the promenade. The Bloodline seems to have the same paranoid pursuit of this pompous and ornate decoration as blood.

The moment the door was opened, there was a thick white gas in front of him, and then a thick blood, of course, it was bloody for humans, and mellow and sweet for the blood clan.

After the white gas dissipated, I saw this hellish scene clearly.

The huge crane, suddenly steaming with energy, grabbed the mountains of humans piled up on the side and threw them into the central circular pool of blood. These human beings piled up into a small mountain are not just cold corpses, they are still alive.

In the dim light, the captive humans, with frightened expressions and loud screams, stretched out their arms towards the sky, struggling to move their bodies, but the huge mechanical arms would quickly fall, grabbing a lump in an instant, and throwing their broken or intact bodies into the pool of blood. The moment he fell into the pool of blood, he did not die, but was pulled by countless pairs of scarlet hands in the pool of blood, and finally slowly melted into a piece of blood in despair like a drowning person.

This is the cruelty between races and races.

......

The train stopped in a small town at the southernmost tip of the Moon Empire.

The town is called Mine Town, built on a hill and is very high, and to the south you can see the wall of Malst like a thin gray line.

Although the mining town is only a small town, it contains abundant basic resources such as black stone, copper smelting, and tin iron, which are in great demand. The size of the town is not very large, and the main reason for its prosperity is the cheap labor, the location close to the front line, and the many resources that are not easy to sell.

Goblins, as the existence of the siege cannon fodder of the dark race, have been greatly used in this human town.

They are handcuffed to the magic ankles mass-produced by the Great Masters, and then they are thrown into the mines where they will not see the light of day and labor to death. Goblins may not have a high status, but they have the power of darkness, their bodies are much stronger than ordinary humans, and they are born with an extremely keen eye for glittering ores.

Humans don't have the slightest sympathy for these dark bloods, the goblins are dead, just spend some ore and find a new batch of new ones on the front line. So you just have to give them a little food every day and push them to death. The magic shackles mass-produced by those giants are only a few gold coins and can be recycled, so goblins, as a cheap labor, are simply perfect in this town.

Most of the goblins have low strength, and they belong to the lowest level of the dark race, which happens to be equivalent to the first level of the human cultivation rank, so in addition to mining, they also have another good function, that is, as a live target for human training.

"My dear Knight Langlock, long time no see, you are as handsome as ever. The bearded, well-built manager seemed to be an old acquaintance with him, and greeted him warmly as soon as he came up.

"Chopper, you really haven't changed at all except for your belly. Langlock hugged him warmly, and stroked Chopper's round belly in the interval.

"Why, you've brought another bunch of rookies, how are these rookies?" asked Chopper.

"There are a couple of kids with good talent. Lan Luo said lightly, his gaze swept to the group of students who were still packing their luggage under the high platform.

"Still the old price. ”

"Okay. Anyway, the college pays the bill. ”

"Hahaha. I just like your coolness. By the way, Miss Vera didn't come?" asked Chopper earnestly, a look of anticipation in his eyes. The woman named Vera in his mouth was none other than the mentor who led the magicians on this trip, a light magician.

"That's the real reason why you greeted me so warmly. Langlock gestured to the camp below, "She's in the camp, but honestly she doesn't seem to want to see you." ”

Miss Vera was just shy, she was impressed by me who was strong, rich, righteous, and handsome. Alas, it's all my fault that I'm so good, how can I not frighten her with such a strong manly charm?" Chopper put his hand on his head, sighed with melancholy, he threw the key to Ranlock and continued, "You can pick whatever the target, I will invite you to drink another day, and now I have to go to Miss Vera first." ”

Chopper's strength is at the stage of tattooed knights, which is not bad, and at the same time, as the mayor of Mine Town, he is really rich, and there are two points that can be regarded as barely compatible. But to say that justice is handsome, it is completely untouched.

For his narcissistic posture, Ranlock is obviously used to it, so he does not overreact.

"Don't say I told you. Langlock reminded. Chopper's back disappeared quickly, and I don't know if I heard it or not.

To the left of the platform was the staircase that went down, and to the right was the gate to the concentration camp, and Langlock undoubtedly chose the right side.

The circular stone walls and iron fences cut off everything, and Ranlock is condescending.

Below were a myriad of small, dark-green-skinned, broad-faced, pointy-eared creatures with sunken noses, their gray eyes staring at the sky, not a trace of life.