The Flesh Trail is in a nondescript cabin next to the main entrance to Washington Manor.

This wooden house, which was only used by these dark creatures in the past, was simply regarded as a passage into the illusory manor, and today, countless transcendent spiritual lights flashed around it.

Dozens of dark wizards who are most proficient in negative energy magic traps, armed with all kinds of strange spell casting materials such as human limbs, toads and poisonous snakes, bat entrails, etc., constantly arrange witchcraft traps around the wooden house.

"Is that hellfire? And Lucifer whispering, and ······"

"My Satan, it's all powerful evil witch arrays!"

A young werewolf with an experienced posture who loved to read the dark magic books collected by the tribe saw this scene in the ambush circle behind the dark wizards.

As a young man, he couldn't help but gasp and exclaimed.

"Aren't they afraid that the exit of the Flesh and Blood Demon Path will be ruined by so many dark magic traps?"

In his mouth, the energy fluctuations around the wooden house were not powerful, but they were extremely ruthless, and they were very famous in the thousand-year history of the Western Era.

Each of them was accompanied by the sacrifice of dozens, if not hundreds, of heroic figures of the Holy Bishops.

Next to the young werewolf was a vampire dressed in a black tuxedo and looking like a benevolent elder.

He glanced at the marveling werewolf next to him with some surprise.

"I really didn't expect that among these wolf clans full of blood and muscles, there would be such an excellent young wolf as you."

"The 'Blood Path', the main body of the Flesh Demon Path, is the family treasure of our great Earl Jefferson."

"Although it has lost all kinds of powerful attack capabilities because the demon tide is far away, the spatial passage it has erected still has the basic protective power that comes with dimensional space."

The elder-looking blood clan paused when he said this.

Then, with contemptuous eyes, he looked at the evil wizards who had set up dark magic traps in front of him, and continued proudly.

"It's not that I look down on the spell traps set by these dark wizards."

"Instead, if you want to destroy the wooden house in front of you, at least increase the number of these magic traps by more than 10,000 times!"

The power of space power is not just talking, even in the current highly developed magic civilization, in the magic world where Hong Tiangui's main body Edward is located, ordinary spellcasters can only follow the script and cast mature space spells that have been studied by their predecessors.

The in-depth study of the nature of space is still at the forefront of all "scientific research" projects in the wizarding world, and only a very small number of elite spellcasters can participate.

This spatial passage called the "Flesh and Blood Demon Path" was found to be extremely stable when Hong Tiangui saw it, and if he didn't prescribe the right medicine, it couldn't be easily cracked with brute force.

When fleeing from the Old World of Obarro, Jefferson, the Ghoul Blood Earl, had deliberately revealed the information about this treasure to the rival Holy Bishop forces who pursued them, so that several veteran Witcher Orders, known for their "stalking" in the mouth of the dark forces, had to give up the idea of completely eradicating them.

Therefore, the prestige of this "Blood Road" space magic weapon is not a secret among the old people in the existing dark forces in the New World, and the blood clan with the appearance of the elder is not taboo, and proudly tells the young werewolf directly.

It's just that the elder-looking vampire has just finished speaking, and he hasn't had time to appreciate the young werewolf in front of him, when he absorbs life experience, the childish expression that is peculiar.

A strong smell of garlic came from the direction of the wooden house, making the gentleman's blood clan frown, and a disgusting desire instantly emerged from his heart.

"Damn, what does that smell like?"

"Ahh Why do you damn dark wizards bring garlic as a spellcasting item! ”

"Idiot, don't you know that we are noble blood?"

It seems that it is not only the elder blood clan that has surrounded the inner three layers of the wooden house, but all the mature blood clans in the outer three layers of the dark seed have smelled this garlic smell that makes them sick.

Although in reality, garlic, which has been endowed with exorcism powers by Obaro folklore, does not have the sacred power that makes the Bloods die when they touch it and die when they smell it, it is indeed one of the few plants that can make the Bloods feel extremely disgusted by the smell alone.

These bloods cursed angrily, and they all suspected the culprit on the evil wizards who had already set up dozens of dark magic traps in front of them.

Who made the spell casting materials that those wizards just used look strange and everything!

On the other side of the group of dark wizards, the leader was a bearded man with a long beard, and the skin on his face was corroded by evil potions, turning into a white old man with a half-black, half-white yin and yang face.

"Guys, who set the spell trap with garlic?"

He heard the complaints of his "colleagues" in the encirclement, and asked directly to the dark wizards who were walking back and had set up evil spell traps.

"Chief, we didn't use garlic as a spellcasting material!"

The evil spellcasters in front of the yin-yang-faced black wizard, you look at me, I look at you, they all said in unison.

"Who the hell is that?"

The leader of the yin-yang-faced wizards muttered, looking carefully at the faces of his subordinates one by one, trying to find some clues that something was wrong.

But he didn't expect that when he looked closely, he happened to see the edge of the window of the wooden house behind those wizards, where they had just placed dozens of vicious spell traps, facing the outside world, filled with a trace of white abnormal smoke.

"Not good! It's the ghost brought by the Sioux Holy Maiden! ”

"Quick Start ······"

However, before he could finish his loud call, the presence in the wooden house seemed to know that it had been discovered, and the window was slammed open by the people inside.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A steel cannon barrel the thickness of an adult woman's forearm, sticking out of it, triggered several witchcraft traps and shot out a dozen garlic-smelling balls that emitted even thicker white smoke.

And then, just a few seconds later.

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! ”

Except for a few senior dark wizards who have become lichified, all the flesh and blood of the dark seeds, no matter how powerful their hole cards are secretly, can't stop coughing after inhaling the smoke.

Even some of the elite dark races, who were experienced in combat and used their extraordinary strength to cover their mouths and noses in time, felt that their exposed eyes were rapidly swollen, and the skin under their clothes was extremely hot.

When I opened my clothes, I saw that my eyes were full of redness, swelling, blisters and ulcers······

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In the wooden house next to the gate of Washington Manor, as soon as they entered this illusory manor, Hong Tiangui and the others, who were immediately quiet and lurking, heard the shouts of the leader of the yin-yang-faced wizards who had discovered their means from the outside world, and decisively did not hide.

"Jiayi, since it has been discovered, let's beat out all our good goods!"

Since the foundation cultivation of the general leader Hong Tiangui was the highest among all the people present, he was the first to hear the voice outside the wooden house, and immediately gave an order to Hong Jia, who was standing behind him.

"Yes!"

Hong Jiayi, who was wearing the standard field uniform of the Taiping Army and looked extremely capable, immediately took out a mustard demon gas grenade that had already been loaded from his back, opened the window of the wooden house with the muzzle, and in just a few moments, all the special meson demonic qi projectiles in it were emptied.

A few seconds later, the terrible screams of the dark seeds outside were clearly audible to everyone in the cabin.

Mustard gas itself is one of the most vicious and terrifying weapons of human civilization in the industrial age.

With a concentration of only 0.2 mg/L, ordinary people can be poisoned, and in the Celestial Empire plane where Hong Tiangui was born, in the First World War alone, the poison gas bombs led by mustard gas killed and injured millions of people.

What's more, the mustard gas used by Hong Tiangui and others also specially added the word "demon", which was strengthened by Chairman Hong with extraordinary means, and its lethality far exceeded that of the original super weapon.

If it was Hong Tiangui and the others before the appearance of the flesh path, they might still be unbearable because of the screams of those dark species outside.

But Hong Tiangui and others, who had just been forcibly "fed" and watched the hellish scene of humiliating blacks and Yindians, not only did not feel pity now, but only felt extremely happy!

"Guys, I'll open the door in a moment!"

"Hong Jiayi, Hong Jiaer, you throw the holy salt flashbang first······"

At this time, in the inner layer of everyone's clothes, a flashing light blue electric light was activated, which was the "electrolytic gas talisman" specially used by Hong Tiangui to protect against poisonous gas, and they listened carefully to the attack arrangement of the operation commander Hong Tiangui.

"Guys, let's get moving!"

As Hong Tiangui's words fell, he slammed the door open, and Hong Jiayi and Hong Jiaer, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately threw out the holy salt flashbang.

The dazzling flash made the dark seeds in the outside world scream even louder!

And the holy salt grains flying in the sky shot out irregularly, and the faint positive energy on them forcibly activated those black magic traps at the door in advance, making them useless.

Then, in the flames and the smoke that rose from them as those evil spell traps were destroyed.

Hong Tiangui jumped out in a vigorous hunting suit!

A white trench coat fluttered behind him, and his hands each clutched a holy salt demon hunter revolver.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the midst of a continuous stream of muskets.

A blood clan who barely stood up, ready to try to stop Hong Tiangui with the noble sword at his waist, looked like a kind elder, and was the first to be hit in the chest by the projectile of the Holy Salt Musket.

The chest of the black suit was burned by the divine power in the projectile, and a blood hole the size of a bowl was burned.

He slowly collapsed to the ground of the manor.

"My lord, times have changed!"

This was the phrase that the youngest and most beloved descendant of the Elder-like Bloodline had said when he was teaching him to fiddle with the wireless radio.

It was also the last sentence he recalled in his long life, before he completely lost consciousness.

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