The bright figure vanished.

It was like a gust of wind blowing into the temple, fleeting and without a trace.

The sect leader knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground, and he didn't get up for a long time.

After a long time, the Koresammu Sect Master got up from the ground with an expressionless face.

He looked at the Bible that had fallen on the ground and bent down to pick it up.

"As soon as your words are unraveled, they shine with light and make reach to fools."

Sect Master Koreshamu looked at the page he had just flipped through and said.

Then he reached out, grabbed the sides of the Bible, and tore it to pieces.

Raising his hand, the pages of paper flew down in fragments.

"I believe in the light, and today I have seen miracles with my own eyes." The Sect Master of Koresammu said softly.

If someone looked at the Koreshamu Sect Master and looked closely, they would find that his pupils were in the deepest part and had lost their brilliance.

Like an empty puppet, at the mercy of others.

……

At the end of the canopy, there was a hazy fog.

The fog was reddened, like the heat coming from a pool of boiling blood.

Goo - Goo - Goo - Goo - Goo

The strange cries of unknown beasts make the valley particularly eerie.

When the moonlight tonight was obscured by the red mist, pieces of figures appeared suddenly.

Some are wolf-headed, some are cloaked, and some are short and rickety......

In short, it is strange, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, and the demons are dancing wildly.

"The arrogant guys of the Blood Clan are still as slow as ever."

"Only when it is slow can we bring off the dignity of those guys."

"It's not like this for hundreds of years."

Werewolves, wizards, dwarves, and other dark races head deep into the forest shrouded in a thick red mist.

Deep in the forest, there is a quirky building that looks like it's a hundred years old.

Many of the walls were peeling and covered in moss, and at the forefront was the werewolf patriarch, Brian.

Brian's figure is about two meters and a half, and he is quite burly when he walks in this group of dark races.

Brian reached out and pushed the door open.

This old building has long been cleaned up.

From the outside, it doesn't look good, even dirty and desolate, but inside it is already lit up with warm lights, and thousands of seats are densely packed inside.

……

"Mr. Su, it was a secret conference room left over from the war era, and then it was abandoned in the peace years."

Outside the forest, a group of black-clad figures walked in.

At the front, there are Su Zhao and Carter.

Carter followed Su Zhao and explained the history of the place to him.

"That room can hold thousands of people, so it was obtained by the Dark Race and used to hold the Dark Race Assembly. However, in the past, the annual Dark Race Conference was not fixed in one place. What changes at any time is that the convener of this year's Dark Race Conference is the Werewolf Clan, and their combat power, even the Blood Clan, is quite fearful. ”

Carter pointed to the old lighted building in front of him.

Before you get closer, you can feel that this forest is home to too many powerful dark races in the West, and even the air can smell evil.

Carter gestured behind him, and saw three or four hundred black shadows scattered and hidden in the night.

……

"The guys of the Blood Clan are getting more and more excessive."

Under the peaked hat, a hoarse and strange voice came out.

He is the leader of the Wizarding Alliance, Owen Green.

The people behind the Lord of the Owen Green League, all dressed in wizard suits and pointed hats, each holding wizarding staff of various shapes in their hands.

"Truly...... Who doesn't know that the Bloodline is the emperor of the dark world of the West. Why is there any etiquette when dealing with ants? ”

The one who answered the call was a tree, or a tree man to be exact.

A vine clutched a coffee cup, slowly drinking coffee, with two gray-brown eyes, hidden in a ravine of bark.

Treant Chief, Nelson.

Crunch!

"We're not rude and arrogant bastards."

The door to the old conference room was pushed open, and Carter was the first to enter.

Behind were Su Zhao, Su Hawl, and Qiu Jile who were wearing loose robes.

With Su Zhao's divine power to cover up, no one could detect that Su Zhao and they had the aura of a human being.

"What do you mean by that?"

Patriarch Nelson asked as he put down the coffee cup in his hand and looked at the person who walked into the conference room with an unkind look.

"It's not interesting." Carter shrugged and walked straight to the empty seat in the conference room and sat down.

That area is where the members of the Bloodline are located.

"What about the thirteen princes of your blood clan?" Werewolf Patriarch Brian passed by Carter and looked behind him.

The thirteen princes of the thirteen clans of the blood clan, the patriarch of Brian is no stranger.

At each Dark Race Conference, each of the thirteen princes of the Blood Clan walked with their nostrils pointing upwards.

"This year's Dark Race Conference, I will participate on behalf of the Blood Clan."

Carter crossed Erlang's legs and said with a smile.

"You?" Patriarch Brian laughed contemptuously, and tapped his fingers on the table: "Do the thirteen princes of your blood clan look down on us werewolf clan or the entire dark race?" ”

Wizard Alliance, Treants, Dwarves...... Although those dark races did not speak, from their expressions, they could see that these people were dissatisfied.

It's just that because of the strong strength of the blood clan, he doesn't want to open his mouth to offend.

The werewolf clan behind Patriarch Brian is quite fierce, and he is not afraid of death, even the thirteen clans of the blood clan in their heyday do not want to provoke easily.

Even if you can defeat the werewolf clan, I'm afraid it will pay a big price.

Patriarch Brian said this...... Is it looking down on me? Carter's face suddenly darkened, and he asked unhappily.

"You're here for trouble, aren't you?"

The Treant Clan Patriarch Nelson saw something meaningful: "I'm very interested, what are you Blood Clan doing?" ”

"Looking for trouble?"

Carter stood up with a smile and looked around.

The huge ancient conference room of several thousand people, except for the place of their blood clan, the other seats were already filled.

"The Dark Race Conference is nothing more than to discuss the development trend of the Dark Race in the future."

Carter continued, "With all due respect, everyone here, including the thirteen princes of the blood clan, are all rubbish! ”

Bang dang!

"What a death!"

Patriarch Brian was completely furious, and their werewolf temper was like dynamite, just a little bit.

The blood clan was late, and Patriarch Brian was already unhappy.

After the people of the blood clan arrived, they dared to speak disrespectfully.

Other dark races dare not speak out, sorry, the werewolf race has never been a race that dares to be angry and dare not speak!

Patriarch Brian's pan-sized palm slammed against the table, and the table fell apart as he rushed toward Carter.

What about the Bloodline?

Sending only one young member of the Blood Clan as a representative, the thirteen princes of the Blood Clan were inevitably arrogant.