In the dark world, the high-level Dark Council is second only to the General Council of Solomon, and the participants also need at least the strength of the earl level (third order).

This meeting is local, and it is all the descendants of the demons hidden in the kingdom of Faroland, presided over by Alves, a dark archduke.

Demon descendants are a general term, and there are many types of them, most of which are immortals, the more common ones are demons, blood clans, demons (somewhat similar to resentful spirits), werewolves, etc.

They believed in the great Mother of Darkness, Infinity, and Reproduction, and for a time ruled the world during the Dark Age (Second Age), treating humans as blood food and slaves, when they regarded themselves as holy blood nobles, divided territories and titles, and had a strict hierarchy of dignity and inferiority.

Voices echoed throughout the hall as Alves on the throne spoke, "As you know, Claire has returned to the arms of the Mother of Darkness. We are in a difficult situation, the Solomon Conference has been repeatedly postponed, and the situation of the Saints in various countries is not optimistic.

I hope that at this time, everyone can try to exercise restraint and get through this period of time, and give the princes a little time to organize their manpower. ”

A Marquis of the Blood Clan spread his wings behind him, and his blood was full of energy, and he was a little puzzled: "Michelle's mad dog should be chasing and killing the Marquis of Grover of our clan on the border of the Faroran, why did he suddenly appear in Bushen City?" ”

Next to him, the masked demon shrouded in a black mist had a hoarse voice: "Claire has disappeared for three years, and she hasn't had any contact with any of us during that time, who knows what happened to her?" It's better to die, and human beings are not saints, so they can't be relied on at all! ”

"Really? Wesley, you think you've found the right container and regained your strength before you can make a big splash?!

Without our help, do you think you could have been so comfortable hiding? A dark wizard said coldly.

There are also humans in the Dark Council, after all, some otherworldly professions are not tolerated by humans, such as necromancers, witches, etc.

Fourth-Order Demon Wesley was furious, and the black mist that surrounded his body widened and closed: "Vito Scalietta! Ten years ago, you were just a Igniter (Second Order), and if we hadn't taken you in, you would have been burned to death by Jemini hanging on the execution stake!

Why, now that I've become a Wizard of Jibei (Fourth Order), my wings have hardened? Why don't you kill that third-order priest! Fall in front of us and shake the majesty! ”

"Put away your pathetic arrogance and self-esteem, you can't recognize the situation at all!" Vito unceremoniously slammed back, the strength of the dark world is respected, and there is no tradition of respecting predecessors at all.

"You ......"

The Dark Earls present looked at each other and did not speak, and many of them picked up the wine glasses filled with blood and took a sip, and then silently watched the big guys tear up.

Recently, life has not been very good, I don't dare to do things, life is extremely boring, and some people even hope that the two bigwigs will fight to help everyone.

"Giggles!"

Grand Duke Alves tapped the table twice, and Wesley and Vito glared at each other, stopping their argument.

The Grand Duke looked at a demon duke sitting to his left, and his voice was calm: "Duke Brian, is there any news of Prince Miro?" ”

"Ahem!"

Brian coughed a few times, and his voice seemed very old: "There is no news, Gonzalez's strength is beyond His Majesty's expectations, he has only been a Sanctuary for 40 years, and he has come a long way on this road.

The prince had just recovered at that time, and he was a little lightly injured, and it was estimated that he was seriously injured, and I don't know what the other Majesties thought, anyway, I didn't dare to approach the St. Joan Empire in the west. ”

After pondering for a while, Alves said modestly, "You are a senior, do you have any good suggestions?" ”

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Brian's old voice fluctuated slightly: "Young Lord Alves, your demeanor is heartbreaking. But I'm old, and though I have pulled the Holy Gate, I can't step in, and my shallow wisdom can't show the way for the Holy Descendants.

The Dark Lords have been gone for many years, and since the Quaternary Age, we are at a clear disadvantage. Lord Alves, your potential is amazing, and I don't deny your ideas.

However, I still hope that you can take care of the Saints more, the road to the Sanctuary is long and difficult, and it is good to experience more battles. ”

The strength of the demon descendant is respected, age is nothing, and there are few beings like Alves who have so much respect for an existence with a lower rank than him.

Nodding his head to show that he understood, Alves chuckled: "I know, everyone thinks I'm cowardly, and I really don't dare to face Gonzalez, but I won't postpone my responsibility." ”

Brian nodded, and the meeting proceeded in an orderly manner, and the final result was to keep everyone restrained and wait for a turnaround.

Whoever wants to do something, do it at their own risk, don't drag everyone into the water, no one will help.

In the western border of the Farolan, a quiet small village, a certain marquis of the blood clan who couldn't hold back and did a wave of things some time ago couldn't hold on!

Marquis Grover felt that he was too lucky, he had left the St. Joan Empire, and he could still meet that mad dog!

The gorgeous evening dress on his body was already tattered, and there were even many burnt black marks, and he stood in the middle of the small village, countless blood mist rising, surrounded by corpses everywhere, men, women, and children.

The blood gathered at his feet, forming a tulip-patterned formation, and not only that, Grover cut his palm, and a few drops of blood were extremely red and dripped, and he couldn't help but shake his body and almost fell.

His pale face was full of madness in his eyes, staring at the golden flames flying towards him in the distance in the low sky, he had been cornered!

With one hand, the blood realm quickly unfolded, originally this magic circle needed the blood clan above the duke to complete, but as a powerful marquis, he consumed the source blood, plus the blood of nearly a hundred villagers to carry out the ritual, he could barely launch it.

Now the blood was tumbling and steaming under his drive, turning into a rolling blood mist and spreading, countless blood lines entangled like meridians, forming twisted and dazzling runes on the ground.

Between the runes, dark red grimaces of hunger and greed loomed, and red streets, blood, dripping to the ground.

In the alleys where carrion and moss were piled up, in the cracks of the doors where red eyes were hidden, and in the shadows where the light did not shine in the corners.

Strange-shaped, scary-looking things came out of it.

These things can't be described simply as horror or horror, they are not people.

These beings are monsters that live in resentment, eat away at the blood mist, and feed on negative emotions.

They don't have a fixed shape, and unlike people, their bodies and limbs are twisted at incredible angles.

"Mad Dog, I'm going to kill you right here!" Grover stood in the middle of the Blood Realm, his bat wings spread, how many years, he hadn't been so embarrassed.

The golden flames in the air did not pause in the slightest, and crashed directly into the small village shrouded in blood mist like a comet!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, golden flames smashed into the ground, and the surrounding ground suddenly cracked like a spider's web!

He was wearing white paladin leather armor, holding a cyan long sword in his right hand, crouching in the flames, and throwing out eight silver knives engraved with holy words in his left hand!

"Whew! Shout! ”

The blade slammed into the ground, eight white lights like giant pillars lit up, and countless monsters that rushed towards him turned into ashes, and he jumped up again, and the surging holy power was channeled into the long sword!

Slashing forward, a white sword nearly 100 meters long shot up into the sky, cutting through the blood mist, tearing through those monsters, and slashing straight at Grover!

The Marquis of the Blood Clan looked hateful, his hands were together, and the blood-colored runes lit up.

A drop of blood rain flew up, turning into a knife, sword, gun and other weapons in the air, shooting straight from the sky to the ground, emitting countless terrifying screams that broke through the air, like thousands of strong bows and crossbows emitting thousands of sharp arrows, a sound in a single piece, and in an instant, it was like a hurricane roaring and shocking people's hearts.

Every drop of blood is a sword! A knife! Sword rain in the forest of swords!

Almost at the same time, the ground cracked, and the twisted skeletal faces melted into blood, turning into thousands of blood spears in the blink of an eye.

They formed a sea of spears and halberds, carrying brilliant blood-colored brilliance, scrambling to stab at the white sword rays on the sky, straight through the clouds!

Veteran Blood Marquis Griffo VS "Holy White Sword" Michelle!