"Sooner on."

Li Ang felt the aura of the strong man approaching rapidly behind him, and the four spider claw arms stepped back in unison, and began to strafe and suppress,

The other four pale arms shattered the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, and the repetition of the trick shook him high.

Swing straight to the eighty-ninth floor, located above Caesar's bedroom.

Li Ang waved the [Fierce Poison] short blade in his hand and slashed at the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the eighty-ninth floor.

The blade mixed with ripple energy slashes and easily shatters glass,

In the midst of the flying glass shards, Leon dragged Caesar and rolled into the room.

This is probably a girl's bedroom, with a two-story duplex structure, a huge floor area, and the decoration is extremely luxurious, but there are also some dolls and other girl symbols.

The only anomaly is in the corner of the living room.

On both sides of the huge LCD TV, there are neat twenty vertical glass display cases.

Inside each display case, there is a mortal corpse that has been cut and transformed.

They are like rag dolls, made of all kinds of parts, and their palms and ankles are covered with dense needles and threads.

A slender steel wire extending upwards from the bottom of the display cabinet runs through the arms and thighs and plays a fixed role.

Their faces, which had long been devoid of their brilliance, were fixed with plastic glue to form a stiff smile, and they smiled silently in the direction of the sofa.

Erin Raphael is one of the dolls.

The girl who is smiling very brightly in the photo is like a ballet dancer at the moment, wearing a white skirt and tiptoeing to the ground.

In the exhibition case, she poses in a light and dancing pose, and the elegant smile on her face seems to greet Catherine Raphael who suddenly enters.

And under the display case where she is held, there is a nameplate - a sixteen-year-old gift from Brother Ben to Alice.

Leon fell silent,

Caesar Tsmich, who was being dragged by his collar, burst into tears and cried: "Please, please..."

“...”

Leon silently swung his [Poison] short knife, slicing off both of Caesar's arms.

Blood flowed all over the floor, seeping into the pale yellow hand-woven wool carpet that lay on the marble tiles.

"Don't hurt my brother!"

The girl's immature voice came from upstairs, and a Blood-Clan girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a bright red fluffy dress, jumped down from the second floor of the room, and showed her threatening sharp tiger teeth at Li Ang.

She is quite beautiful, and her face is faintly similar to Caesar's,

There is a tenacity in the expression of fear,

In those red eyes, there was a clear expression of concern and concern for Caesar Tsmich.

"Let him go!"

The clear voice of the blood girl echoed in the bedroom,

Her pupils widened suddenly, and an invisible and qualitative spiritual interference came straight towards Li Ang.

It's a pity that the charm skill of the blood clan is useless in front of Li Ang, who has cat's eyes and the essence of life is gradually detached from humans.

A hint of despair flashed across Caesar's handsome pale face, and with the last of his strength, he shouted, "Alice, go, you're not hers..."

Before the words fell, Li Ang had already activated the hallucinogenic special effect of the cat's eye, fixed the girl's figure, bullied herself, and drew a round of crescent moon with the [Fierce Poison] short knife in her hand.

The blood girl only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and the last scene she saw in her eyes was her back standing on the ground in a daze.

“...”

Caesar Tsmig, with his limbs severed, stared blankly at his sister's body slumping to the ground, his eyes losing all sparkle.

"You stupid girl... Why are you still hiding here, why ... Don't run..."

He didn't care about the sharp pain in his body, he didn't care that Leon cut his neck with a knife, and he didn't care that his trachea was flooded with blood.

Leon listened to the system prompt in his ear and turned his head.

That Elias Tsmich, suspended outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the eighty-ninth floor,

He looked at the dead nephews and nieces in the room, the corners of his mouth first curled slightly, and then immediately turned into deep grief to the depths of his soul.

"Die!"

The Blood Count shouted fiercely, and the majestic blood energy poured out, and two red wings extending more than twenty meters behind him stretched out, and they closed fiercely towards the floor where Li Ang was.

In front of the blood energy wings, the explosion-proof glass was fragile, and the steel beams and columns were useless, directly corroded and melted into pitch-black residue.

Just a second before Yin Hong's wings hit Li Ang, his figure disappeared, and only the place under his feet was quietly placed an IED improvised blasting device.

Drip, drip, drip.

As the countdown ended, IED burst into blood-colored wings, destroying the entire room, along with the glass display cases in the corners.

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A few hours later, the dark world is completely shaken, and an unknown mysterious person raids the Tsmich family's stronghold in Frankfurt.

In front of a blood earl, he successively killed a son and a daughter of the current head of the Tsmich family, severing all the bloodlines of the head of the family.

It is not easy for the blood clan to reproduce, and every child in the clan is precious, let alone the direct descendants who have inherited the ancestral blood.

The Tsmich family awakened several marquis overnight and tried to find out their identities through sacrificial rituals, but to no avail.

Just as the current head of the family, who had lost two children, was completely in a frenzy and tried to do everything in his power to activate the Tsmich family's sacristy curse murderer,

The ancient, genius elder who had single-handedly saved the Blood Clan, awoke from his slumber and stopped the move.

The forces of the dark world that are about to move, how can they not think of it,

The Tsmich family, which had lost two cherished direct bloodlines, died down as never before and stopped all preparations for war.

It's just an honest cleanup of the Rexler Mansion and the impact of this incident on the human world.

Everyone, is speculating,

What is the uncrowned king of the current Bloodline, His Highness Accardo Tsmich, thinking...

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"Pick up all the traces, do you understand?!"

A thin-faced, mean-faced Blood Clan nobleman stood in the eighty-ninth floor of the room, scorching the scorched Blood Slave Guards.

He stepped over the black, dusty floor, tugged on his white gloves, and carefully picked up a half-amputated arm from the ground that had been blown to pieces.

"It's... Master Caesar's. ”

The Blood Clan Noble let out a long sigh and gently placed his arm on the white towel above the small golden cart next to him, continuing to pick up the broken bone fragments on the ground.

No one noticed that on the cross-section of the half-arm, there was a layer of mottled green light that was extremely shallow and belonged to the [Fierce Poison] short knife...

"Ahh

The blood clan lord who was squatting on the ground sneezed inexplicably, he rubbed his nose with his wrist, and complained in his heart that there was too much dust here.

"Nose, it's so itchy."