Suddenly, the entire dark world was in a sensation, and countless people looked to the west, to one place, to the manor on the outskirts of the city.

A city on the outskirts of the city, in a beautiful manor.

This beautiful farmstead called 'Wisteria Manor' is not only a small cottage, a small farm, but also a winery. There are vineyards, wine cellars and much more. The entire estate covers an area of tens of thousands of square meters, and can be ranked in the top ten among many wineries, and the fine wines produced every year are the favorites of the West, purely in terms of value, billions of dollars, Chu Ling is among them.

At the same time, on the major underground forums, many people are also not optimistic about Chu Ling.

"The Dark Arbitration Ministry's order to kill is issued seven times in total. ”

"For the first time, more than 300 years ago, in order to achieve complete hegemony, the old overlord was ousted. A nirvana order was issued to Archbishop Antonio. At that time, Antonio was known as the strongest man in the Holy See, the reincarnation of the saint, and almost cultivated into an angelic body, but in the end he was besieged by many arbiters of the Dark Arbitration Department. ”

"The second time, two hundred and seventy years ago, against the Alliance..."

...

"The fifth time, one hundred and sixty years ago, the Arbitration Department issued a killing order against the Eastern National Teacher. Mobilize the world's spiritual venerable to besiege. Legend has it that the national teacher is the strongest in Tantric Buddhism for 500 years, chasing after the first-class of Phags-pa and Padmasambhava, and cultivating the body of a living Arhat, comparable to the Taoist pseudo-saint, but eventually fell. Since the Eastern Lingzun is no longer able to confront the West. ”

"Sixth..."

"The seventh..."

Someone on the forum listed the seven nirvana orders over the past few hundred years.

Suddenly, many people lost their voices.

Archbishop Antonio, a recognized saint, is said to have been born with seven stigmatas on his hands and feet. The Pope was even ready to crown him, 'canon' him, and give him the title of 'St. Antonio'. But unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of the Dark Arbitration Ministry.

The alliance is even more terrifying. It is said that he almost united the whole West, and was ready to unite the kings and proclaim himself emperor. But unexpectedly, he was still killed by the Dark Arbitration Department. Since then, it has completely declined and has not been able to live in seclusion.

"This Dark Arbitration is so terrifying, no wonder it was called the Lord of Darkness back then. ”

A rainforest warrior sighed.

"Don't you think that back then, how did the Western powers dominate the world and conquer the whole world?" the high priest sneered:

"There are spiritual deities in all continents. But in the West, there are two terrorist forces, the Dark Arbitration and the Holy See. The Dark Arbitration Force has swept the world with its mighty power. The Holy See is even more terrifying, dominating the West for a thousand years, almost cutting off the vampires and both. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was concerned.

In the face of such a terrorist giant, many forces in the world today are like jokes.

The Dark Arbitration Department arbitrates the world, and a word can judge the life and death of a pseudo-saint, and a word can determine the rise and fall.

"The Dark Arbitration Department issued a killing order, which is to fight the Immortal King endlessly. ”

"This battle will be decided. The Black Dukes and the Immortal King, who are the true masters of the dark world. ”

"The Dark Arbitration Department and the Dragon Guardian Villa, who is the number one force in the world. Will the East prevail over the West, or will the West prevail over the East!"

One person has the last word.

The eyes of the whole world were all looking at one place at this time, looking at the boy who was not yet twenty years old.

Outside the Wisteria Manor, the torrential rain is like a note, and the sky is like ink.

In the whole world, it seems that only the faint lights in the Wisteria Manor are shining. The lights of the villa are on, and under this storm, it is like a sand gull fluttering between the heavens and the earth, and the boat capsized in the tsunami.

"Hey, it's been raining for three days, and it's going to rain for a few more days. ”

An old man got up from his bed, put on a raincoat and carried an oil lamp, and toured the entire manor. As an old man of Wisteria Manor, he has lived in the manor for decades, even if the owner changes back and forth, the old man, the security guard and gatehouse, has always been.

"Hiss. ”

There was a burst of horse tearing.

"It's strange, why are the horses in the stable so manic today, it was raining and thundering two days ago, but they're fine. An old man looked at the many horses in the porch and was amazed.

Immediately afterwards, an old man who was now following his shepherd dog, Andy, also rushed to the gate, roared wildly, retreated again and again, and shrank into the corner, as if he had encountered some terrifying natural enemy.

The last time an old man saw Andy the shepherd dog like this, or when he went to the zoo to see a tiger, Andy was not as afraid as he is now.

"Don't scream, don't scream, it's bad if you make the little master rest. ”

An old man went up and grabbed Andy's reins, but Andy was still calling, and the more he screamed, the more anxious he became, as if facing a life-and-death crisis.

"Strange, is there anything out there?"

An old man looked up at the door in shock.

I saw that outside the manor, the torrential rain was like a curtain, and it was pitch black. Even the usually bright street lamps can only shine one or two meters at this time. An old man had just put his mind at ease, when suddenly his eyes flashed, and a figure appeared on the table lamp.

The figure, dressed in a black robe and wearing a silver mask on its face, resembled a messenger of death, and there was more than one person.

The first, the second, the third....

Densely packed, there were dozens of people, silently walking under the street lamps, pushing open the fence gate and entering. To the horror of an old man, there was no sound in their footsteps, like ghosts. The rain fell on the black robe, and all of it slipped down, without a single trace of water.

These many black-robed people passed in front of him. No one's gaze fell on an old man as if he were air. And the horses in the porch stopped barking, and Andy, the shepherd dog, was lying on the ground, holding his head in his front paws, and making a gesture of begging for mercy.

"Didn't these people come to look for the little master a few days ago?

An old man was terrified.

He wanted to shout loudly and remind the little master. But the boundless terror enveloped him, and an old man seemed to freeze from beginning to end, and not a single finger could shake it, so he could only stare blankly.

watched them head towards the villa where Chu Ling was.

.....

Many arbiters walked in front of Chu Ling's villa and stopped.

They stood under the rainstorm, as if they were well trained, motionless, but waiting.

After a while, five people came side by side. These five people are all wearing black cloaks with blood background, embroidered with red blood totems, the cloaks are inlaid with gold edges, all have pale faces, scarlet eyes, and elegant manners, just like ancient nobles.

Dark Arbitration Department, the five chief arbitrators!

All of them came.

"Immortal knows we're coming. ”

One of the men, wearing red gloves and a bright red knight's uniform, said lightly.

Blood Knight, Claude.

Legend has it that he lived to be 350 years old, and there were many voodoo wizards who fell into his hands, including three spirit deities, and it is said that he was mad with blood, so he was known as the Blood Knight.