The night sky was dark, the dim starlight was sprinkled, and wisps of shadow eroded the luxurious buildings along the stream of cold rain, and the blood-red glow was faintly visible, and then disappeared in an instant.

Perhaps sensing the strangeness of the atmosphere, Vorsman commanded the Trefali legionnaires to form a defensive array with heavy horses, silently guarding and following Modrian.

At the end of the dark gray marble road, a dimly lit building stands.

It's hard to imagine a place in this luxurious complex where the magic lights go out, and even the candles are visible, as if a dark beast is watching the guests.

"It's here, where weird auras gather." Modrian clamped his horse's belly and controlled the crimson steed to stop, looking up at the bleak and glorious building.

He smelled the thick smell of blood, the smell that had emanated from the building, mixed with a hint of rancidity, and some disgusting odors.

Raising his left hand, Modrian just wanted to wave it, but hesitated, and the dark green data stream flowed wildly in the pupils, and it was [Temporary Mission: Follower's Revenge] flickering on the rudimentary panel of the system, as if the final goal was in the building in front of him.

"Darius!" With an obscure glow in his brown eyes, Modrian's right hand left Sigrid's warm embrace and looked up at the rainstorm night sky, a faint starlight reflected in his pupils.

Crunch! Crunch!

Tradling the muddy road with firm footsteps, Darius dragged the black cutter, the razor-sharp blade of the axe cutting through the cold stream, making deep marks on the marble face.

In front of the towering mahogany door, Darius's wrist flickered, and the scarlet life energy swirled around the blade of the axe. Turned into a tiger that chooses people and devours them.

The next moment!

The aura of domineering iron and blood permeated the cold air, and Darius stepped forward, and the black cutter slashed down like an optimus jade pillar overturning, slashing towards the crimson wooden door.

Roar!

The heavy wooden door shattered into pieces, and drops of blood that burned like flames were suspended in the air, weaving into a huge scarlet serpent that occupied a large part of the rainy night, and the inexplicable roar disturbed the air, blowing away the falling rain, forming clearly visible white ripples.

"Cunning Scarlet Serpent Archibald!"

Modrian said word by word, his white face suddenly solemnized, he didn't expect to meet this fourth-layer abyss here: the demon lord of the howling abyss, although it is only an illusory image, but it cannot be ruled out that the true body of the demon has descended, just like the situation of the shadow realm at the beginning.

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The aristocratic area, somewhere in a brightly lit courtyard.

Silent guards scattered in the corners, cold weapons and armor splattering with rain, but none of this could hide the large number of panicked civilians kneeling on the ground, trapped by ropes and inexplicably placed on the icy rain floor.

"Your Excellency, you're ready!" A low, dark voice rang out in the courtyard, and the emerald green armor wrapped around the figure of the person who spoke.

"Wait, the opportunity has not yet come........ "A gray-haired and energetic old man is looking at the night sky with a rainy shower.

Until, a crimson giant scarlet serpent tore through the rain curtain and floated under the dim starry sky, a faint sense of depression filled Limontanlu.

The cunning Scarlet Serpent Archibald!

The silent words were narrated in the old man's mouth, and then he turned to look at the emerald green figure in front of him, his cold and indifferent gaze revealing suppressed anger and hatred.

"Alcott, let's start rolling the dice of fate!"

"Archibald is signaling from his side, and now it's on our side. Abyss Invasion? I'm sorry, I'm not responsible for the safety of Limontamlu, I'm just trying to take back the glory that belongs to the Jeffrey family! ”

"How about Modrian Perris, even if there is a legend standing behind him? When you are watched by the abyss, everything will disappear! ”

If there is an intelligence officer who is familiar with the many great nobles of the Stoke Kingdom here, he will definitely recognize the old man in front of him, the head of the top family in the northern part of the kingdom - the head of the Jeffrey family, the hereditary duke of the kingdom.

Gold Ranvasur Jeffrey!

Of course, the name of the Grand Duke of the North was very famous a few years ago, and it also represented the interests of the northern land of the kingdom, but after the appearance of Modrian, after the appearance of Valoran, everything changed slightly, and the reputation of the Jeffrey family was hit, and even after several secret battles, its status was seriously challenged.

Gold straightened his modest evening dress a little, swept the civilians in the courtyard with indifferent eyes, and walked away, leaving behind the words of fate.

"It's time for me to go, His Highness Sawyer is still waiting for me at the banquet of the Council of Nobles, where the main stage is tonight."

"By the way, Alcott, remember to clean up this place afterwards!"

As if remembering something, the old figure turned his head to stare and said, and then disappeared into the slow rainy night, one after another guards following behind him.

Alcott, the captain of the Iron Thorn Legion, stood silently in place, and when Gold's figure was completely invisible, he turned to look at the civilians in a state of panic and panic, and sighed silently.

"The sacrifice begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the silent guards standing in the four corners of the courtyard took steps, and the cold light of the weapon reflected the starlight, stimulating the blood in the body.

The killing begins!

According to the formation that was placed, a raging stream of viscous blood mixed with a cold rainstorm that fell down poured over the floor and shimmered with runes of inexplicable brilliance.

Rumble!

The crimson magical energy turned into a pillar of light that bloomed in a strange formation, dispersing the dense rain and bringing up countless hideous roaring souls, looking closely like those civilians who had just panicked and frightened.

"Dispose of all traces!" Alcott uttered his final words and left without looking back, the corpses shocking.

It's not just that.

Slums, commercial areas, civilian residential areas, even the bloody scenes that have been found and dealt with are blooming with crimson brilliance at this moment, shining in the rainstorm and night.

Looking down from the sky, you can clearly see the blooming crimson light engraved in a hexagonal shape in Limontanlu, like an ancient six-pointed star circle left in an ancient book, and its center point is the luxurious building of His Highness Saroyan.

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"Bloody sacrifice?"

Violet Mage Tower, Du Bois looked at the abruptly changing Limontanlu sky in amazement, and the crimson light reflected in the pupils, as if Limontanlu's condition began to become confusing.

"Your Majesty Craigie, are you sure you won't make a move?"

On the other side, Moira also stared at the quiet purple figure in front of her, her beautiful face tinged with a hint of melancholy, and compared to Du Bois's perception, she sensed the unusually familiar aura of disgust that overflowed the air.

"No, it's not time yet, and this little scene isn't enough to seduce the guys hiding in the shadows." Craigie stood still, his cloudy eyes looking at the sky-blue bluebird soaring in the black night sky, fluttering its illusory wings to cause a swirling breeze.

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On the ancient and majestic city walls, the Duke of Dacama stared at six pillars of crimson light blooming in the void, and behind him stood a purple figure in armor.

"By order of the king! Blockade Limontanlu, and if there are any rushers, kill them on the spot! ”

"Yes!"

The dull sound was like thunder in the night sky, and purple figures dissipated in the rain curtain, and the surging life energy was connected into pieces, rushing in their respective directions.

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Under the sudden rainstorm, the undercurrent is agitated, countless shadows rush in the streets and alleys in the vast night, the war of the sentinels is staged in advance, the cold rain washes the spilled blood, and the bright red halo stains the city that has fallen into darkness.

There was no escape, and the maelstrom of the storm was gathering and sweeping through everything, including the dimly lit palace of Valant.