December 25, Ash Forest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Albert, the patriarch of the Johnson family, liked to sit in his room on the second floor of the castle after taking care of the family affairs, enjoying a rare time of purity. Although this room is gorgeous for ordinary people, the overlapping curtains make the room look unusually dark and gloomy, but such an environment is too appetizing for the Bloodline, especially a Bloodline like Albert.

The dim candle flame, the silver utensils, and the soft and obscene singing voice, Albert buried his whole body in the soft sofa, and shook the wine glass full of red liquid in his hand in boredom.

Another year, Albert thought. As long as he persists for another year, he can take the burden of the patriarch of the Johnson family off his shoulders and sleep well in the sarcophagus deep in the castle, although he does not have the blood of fragrant and soft beauties and virgins, but at least he can withdraw from the troublesome trivialities and headache-causing family affairs.

But the thought that a year later he would have to explain the disappearance of the rebel to the next Johnson family senior, he couldn't help but let out a groan of despair. A descendant of the Bloods and Werewolves, the rebel with the blood of two dark races in his veins, disappeared during the last attack on the Damans Valley, and was severely reprimanded by the old-fashioned members of the House Elders.

Otherwise, the elders would have cared about his mother being the famous moonwalker of the Cage family, and his mediocre father would probably not have been able to save him from such a huge mistake - his father was just an ordinary silver high-ranking blood family of the Johnson family, with only the title of viscount, and his mother Bergin was a golden powerhouse with the title of duke.

Losing the rebel is not a small mistake, according to the prediction of the archmage Colin, the rebel will be crowned by the bones of the blood and werewolf races, and the existence of the rebel has always stepped on the sensitive and fragile nerves of the two dark races. Albert took a sip of the magnificent liquid in the glass, which was the blood of a virgin who was only sixteen years old. Usually, even if he is in a bad mood, he can become excited again with just one bite.

But three days ago he had received a letter from the Elders of the Yupla Bloodline, ordering him to be questioned on January 13 of the following year. It was the Council of Elders composed of the oldest and most powerful twelve families of the Blood Clan, and it was the center of power of the entire Blood Clan, and the Johnson family, which had only one golden powerhouse, was not even qualified to enter the Council of Elders.

At least twelve gold-level Blood Clan Elders had to be faced, this was the news Albert had recently received from his mother's letter. The letter also stated that the Council of Elders felt it necessary to suspend his grandfather, Nicholas, the patriarch of the Cage family, from attending the next Council of Elders for the time being. With a snap, Albert smashed the cup in his hand. He had to think of a way to face the twelve Blood Clan Elders......

"Patriarch, find the traces of the rebels, in the ash forest!"

"Great!" There could be nothing more wonderful in the world, just as he was worrying about how to deal with the rebel, the family found the trace of the damned rebel. The question of how the rebels hid in the ash forest without them being detected by them was a question that he had only thought about for less than half a second before he left it behind. The most important thing now is to get her back!

"Help me inform the three family elders, no, inform all the family elders, be sure to arrest the rebels!"

Half a minute later, Albert's body turned into a black shadow and flew out of the castle first, followed by five family elders, all of them silver ranks, they were all the power that the Johnson family could now wield.

From the mouth of a vampire who survived that day in the Damans Valley, he learned that the rebel had gained power for some unknown reason, which made him worried. It seems a bit exaggerated to send all the elders to arrest the rebels at once, but both Albert himself and the other five elders take it for granted, after all, the prestige and even the survival of their Johnson family is at stake. In case the rebels really step on the bones of the Bloods and Werewolves as prophesied, the Johnson family must be the first to become the bones.

Ten minutes later, Adam's very familiar Nos. 17 and 18 appeared near the old castle where the Johnson family was located.

"Very well, as planned, as soon as the news of the rebels was heard, the Johnson family poured out, and the power of the castle could not be more empty." It was Number 17's idea, and he was clearly very proud when the plan was successful, "We only have five minutes to break the seal. ”

"That's enough, I heard that the Johnson family was one of the twelve families of the blood clan when Miss Lilith was still there." No. 18 took out his wand and walked towards the Johnson family castle while chanting a spell, cracks opened one after another behind him, and gray death qi visible to the naked eye flowed out of the cracks, and in an instant, a powerful coercion enveloped him, and the bone dragon descended.

"Follow the plan, you and the bone dragon are in charge of attracting all attacks and stopping Albert, who may return at any moment, and I'll go and break the seal." Number 17 says that the whole person disappeared in place and entered the castle.

"Bone Dragon, quick, inform the patriarch and elders, the family has been ......" The blood clan who shouted was contaminated by a dark blue flame, and his entire body immediately dried up and became a white bone.

The castle, which represents the glory of the Johnson family, was damaged by the unscrupulous attack of the bone dragon, and undead flames poured into the castle from windows and cracks. The dense magic array and spell defense system were not very effective in the face of the bone dragon's undead flames, and the trembling bloods hiding behind the defensive magic after a crackling explosion turned into white bones in the wail.

In the panic, no one noticed that the family was being invaded by a black mage, and before they found out, 17 had already entered several secret doors and entered the darker basement.

"Who is it?" The four bronze high-ranking bloodclans sensed that outsiders had entered the basement. This is the place where the other patriarchs of the Johnson family sleep - the patriarchs of the blood clan adopt a rotation system, generally a family will have three patriarchs, and when one patriarch is in power, the other two patriarchs will fall into a state of sleep, until the deadline arrives and the previous patriarch himself awakens - there will be a silver-rank elder to defend here, but unfortunately it was transferred away by the patriarch with an unprecedented strong order just now. Unexpectedly, only ten minutes later, the basement was invaded by outsiders.

The terrifying black flames filled the sight of the four Bloods in a second, and in the face of the Hellfire of the 17th, the Bronze Rank Bloods turned into a pile of ashes before they even had time to react. Number 17 glanced at the secret room behind the four Bloods, where the other two patriarchs of the Johnson family were sleeping, one of whom was of the Golden Rank. 17 was a pity, if it weren't for the time crunch, he would have wanted to go in and kill them all.

Bypassing the last secret door, a small chamber appeared in front of No. 17. As Lady Grace said, the chamber was covered with dust, and apparently no one had been here for many years, except for a magic circle on the ground.

Number 17 pulled out a year's worth of materials from the spatial ring, a demon's heart, a black leaf, and a tube of slimy gray liquid.

He took out the scepter he had snatched from Iris City and inserted it into an entrance in the center of the magic circle, fitting perfectly. The complicated magic array was activated in an instant, and No. 17 chanted strange spells in his mouth and put various materials in his hand into the magic array one by one. When the last drop of gray liquid dripped into the magic array, a demon, a strange and twisted tree, and a circular creature with hundreds of tentacles appeared on the magic array, and the black light that formed the magic array instantly stagnated and became gray.

The next moment, a powerful momentum enveloped the entire secret room, and scarlet vines rushed out of the magic array. Things are going well, and it only takes one more minute for the seal to be lifted.

Bang Dang! A loud sound accompanied by an angry roar came from above the chamber. Disturbed by the dual momentum of the magic array and the bone dragon from the outside, the patriarch of the Johnson family, who was supposed to be sleeping in the sarcophagus, was awakened.

it! The 17th scolded, he lamented for his left arm, during this time he personally tore it off his body more times than in the previous ten years combined, what the hell! If he continued like this, before he could advance to gold, his own body would lose his life due to multiple damages. Cursing the Gold Rank with the strength of the Silver High Rank is not as simple as sacrificing an arm, and the cost is much greater than imagined.

For Bilbo, the patriarch of the Johnson family, who had just woken up from his slumber, the seal in the basement was much more important than the skull dragon outside the castle. Nearly a hundred years of slumber had left his body a little limp after waking up, and it was customary for him to awaken his body with the blood of the previous patriarch. But as it stands, Bilbo pressed his hand on the thick ground and forced his way to the next floor.

In the center of the small chamber is a scepter that activates the magic circle that has been dormant for many years. In Bilbo's memory, the magic circle was dead due to the loss of a treasure, and although basically every generation of the patriarch of the Johnson family knew who sealed the magic circle, they didn't pay much attention to it, maintaining the appearance of the castle when it was founded.

But now that the magic array that was supposed to be dead was activated, scarlet vines rushed out of the magic array and sealed to the edge of shattering. Bilbo could swear that scepter in the magic circle was not the same artifact they had lost!

He stretched out his right hand and pointed at the black mage in the secret room, and No. 17 felt a burst of heat, and blisters appeared on his skin, as if he had been splashed with boiling water. The blisters are not caused by the heat of the outside world, but by the blood boiling in the blood vessels!

In an instant, No. 17 lost all ability to resist and fell to the ground, a groan of pain coming out of his throat. This pain caused by the boiling blood was unbearable even for 17, who lived in the Church of the Scourge, and within seconds he would lose his life to the boiling blood.

Damn, the mission isn't done yet.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to see a dense bunch of vines appear in front of him, and then a charming voice echoed in the small secret room:

"As your ancestor, I command you to stop."