"Quack, quack......"

Flocks of crows weave like black ghosts through this dark forest, a lifeless black forest with the smell of decay and decay everywhere.

The soil was black, the trees were black, everything was a desperate black with a cold wickedness.

Scattered white bones emerged from the black soil, and corpses were blackened and rotted to the point of only fur. A fawn with round eyes opened and gradually stopped breathing, and the light in its eyes gradually dissipated......

This vast expanse of lifeless land has a natural barrier, and the white smoke that lingers around the roots of dead trees is a highly toxic miasma.

The decomposing corpses of animals everywhere have exacerbated this poisonous gas, and the crows here have long been accustomed to the cruel rules of survival here, and they are lightning fast to grab a bite to eat from the miasma that envelops the rotting corpses.

Some greedy fellows, who couldn't help but stay a little longer, immediately became a new member of the many rotting corpses, and became a new force to consolidate the barrier.

But in this death-filled forest, there is a castle full of evil that rises in the depths.

On a tower covered with withered vines, a black-robed figure paced in front of a cobweb-strewn bookshelf......

"Found it, hehe." The figure let out a gloomy and hoarse laugh, stretched out a withered hand to take out the book, and opened it...... After finding the formula, the figure ran to the nearby birdcage.

The crow in the cage seemed to sense the danger approaching, and began to flutter wildly, dropping a black feather from the cage, but its struggle was to no avail, and it was still tightly held in the hand by the figure, and caught out of the cage.

The figure immediately wrenched the crow's neck, poured the blood from its body into a clay pot, and took out a sharp knife and slashed his fingers, and instead of blood, blood oozed from it, but black blood like poisonous pus.

A few drops were mixed with the blood of the crows, and a little black feather was taken, crushed and put in the jar. The level of seriousness is like what you're cooking.

Stirring everything into the jar together, the figure let out a moaning laugh in satisfaction, picked up the jar, brought it to his lips, and poured it into his throat with a clatter.

"Aha......"

The figure put back the jar, wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked back at the bookshelf with a pair of dirty eyes, as if it was the only pleasure of his lonely life—to explore the magic of books.

He took down an old parchment, and he probably had turned it over a thousand times to see how old it was new, and he was afraid that he was already familiar with the contents of it.

"When we awaken, the earth will burn with our wrath, the sky will fall to darkness forever, and you rebels will suffer eternal blood and fire!"

When he saw one of the contents, the figure stood up excitedly and said an impassioned speech to the top of the tower, which was a curse from the legendary third generation of the third generation of the strong man before he went to sleep.

The third generation of blood is his idol, and he is obsessed with them, even to the point of madness. Although both Tsmisi and Lesenlu were wiped out, the remaining eleven remained in eternal rest.

And his greatest wish is to lead his people to wake up the Bloodlords in advance, plunge the land into darkness, and let the Bloodlords eradicate all rebels.

Legend has it that the Thirteen Bloods discovered the secret that the blood of the Bloods could immortalize mortals, and in order to increase the power of their respective families, they slaughtered living beings and spread their own bloodlines.

The Thirteen Bloody Rebellions, the years of endless wars, and the so-called "holy wars" also persecuted many mortals, and this cruel act caused God's wrath and caused a great flood on earth.

Although the flood did not take the lives of the thirteen bloods, it did cause them to be severely wounded. In order to perpetuate the Holy War, each of the Thirteen Bloods has a clan that inherits its own traits, each with its own characteristics.

But the young clans indulged in comfort, allied with each other, and left behind the legacy of their ancestors.

The Thirteen Bloods, who had not healed from their serious injuries, were so angry that one of the powerful Bloodlords left behind a prophecy of the end times: "When we wake up, the earth will burn with our wrath, the sky will be forever dark, and you rebels will suffer eternal blood and fire." ”

And swore that when they returned to the world, they would wipe out all the betrayers.

As for the way to awaken the blood supreneurs, he believes that only by fulfilling the promise of "holy war" is the only way to revive the blood sutra in advance.

And "jihad" encompasses all major historical events, a disaster, a war...... All things that are contrary to goodness and justice, even the psychological struggle of a human being.

The figure repeated the curse over and over again, as if he was the strong man who said the curse, as if he had been satisfied with his soul, and finally the figure closed the book. Carefully put it back on the bookshelf and paced to the window.

Looking out with cloudy eyes, everywhere you can see is the clansmen fiddling with their own "puppets" and bringing them to their underground palaces.

"Lord Saint King, we have brought a new batch of puppets today, do you need to test them?" A voice drew the figure's attention.

The figure known as the Holy King nodded, and followed out of the tower.

In the huge underground palace, there are black figures walking around, and behind each black shadow are more or less walking corpses that seem to have no will, which is what they call "puppets".

"I told you that the puppets have to pick strong humans, not use some old and sick people to perfunctory me!" Saint King Stark looked at this batch of puppets waiting to be inspected, and was very angry, "As holy warriors, you can't do this little thing well, how can you be worthy of our supreme and powerful Blood Lords!" ”

"Lord Saint King, there are not many humans around here who can be sanctified!" The face of a holy warrior hidden in a black robe was very difficult.

"Then give me to spread my power everywhere, for the sake of holy war, at any cost!"

"Yes! Your Excellency! ”

……

Around the twelfth century, one branch of the Blood Clan became independent and transformed into the Demon Race.

The demons, like the blood clans, also feed on blood, but they will not be simply obsessed with human blood like the other thirteen blood clans, as long as it is blood, any species can become their food.

The bloodline of the demon race is dirty, which causes all the blood clans of the demon race to have very ugly appearances, but they have strange divine powers.

Their blood is like poisonous pus, which cannot give humans the divine power and eternal life of the blood race, but anyone who has been bitten by the demons will immediately be turned into unconscious walking corpses by their filthy blood.

The walking corpse has no will, is completely at the mercy of its creator, becomes one with its creator, and shares life. As long as you destroy the creator, you can get rid of the walking corpse.

Conversely, as long as the walking corpse has not been broken into pieces, it will be able to move, and those who have been bitten by them will also be assimilated into the walking corpse, and the rest of the bloodlines will be infected by the filthy bloodline and become a member of the demon race.

However, for the other thirteen blood clans, the existence of the demon clan is limited to legends, and few blood clans are aware of their existence, and some even think that they do not exist at all.

As for the Blood Su, especially the Blood Clans of the Secret Party Alliance, they do not admit to the outside world that there are Ancient Blood Suste and the first generation of Blood Clan Cain. Even if it existed, it would have been destroyed long ago and would no longer exist.

As long as any of the Blood Clans vaguely mentions the Ancient Blood Clan, they will be ridiculed by most of the Secret Party Alliance Blood Clans.

But the demons are different, they believe in the ancient blood lodges, and hope to awaken the sleeping blood lodges, which is the belief that their clan has adhered to since its existence.

In order to awaken the blood house, they must carry on their will and complete the "holy war" that the descendants who betrayed them did not complete, and in order to continue the "holy war", they must first plunge the world into purgatory.

Starting a war is the best place to start. The demons vowed to establish a group of "puppet" armies to crusade against the thirteen blood clans who betrayed their ancestors.

Let them also plunge into endless darkness and let them taste the consequences of betrayal!

……

Looking at the dense army of "puppets" in the underground palace, Stark couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, this was the result of hundreds of years of planning by their demons.

Wait, a glorious "holy war" is coming! Traitors, be baptized by the glorious "Holy War"!

"When we awaken, the earth will burn with our wrath, the sky will fall to darkness forever, and you rebels will suffer eternal blood and fire!"

Stark began to speak passionately again, and his maniacal laughter echoed in the huge underground palace......

——

The horses stopped, and Han Qingluo looked at Jia Luo who stopped in front of her: "My deer ran into the canyon, why are you stopping me?" ”

"You can't go in there!" Galo glanced at the entrance to the deep canyon, "There's a forest of death inside, full of lethal miasma, wouldn't you be sent to death if you run into it as a human?" ”

Riding on horseback, Han Qingluo stretched his neck, as if he saw the forest shrouded in the breath of death, gave up decisively, turned the horse's head, and muttered: "Alas, tonight's meat can't be opened." ”

Jia Luo looked at Han Qingluo and shook his head helplessly: he really didn't expect that the most difficult thing to deal with along the way was actually this human woman, if it weren't for the thousand-year-old blood clan named Jue covering her, Jia Luo would not have pierced her neck with his fangs and sucked her clean!

This way, it was all her tossing, either hunting on a whim like today, or she was tired, sleepy, hungry and had to rest, and the whole team had to stop for a day because of her.

He had a deep suspicion that the human was deliberately dragging the team down.

"There's a village ahead, let's rest in the village tonight!"

Her noisy voice could be heard in the distance. Garlo clenched the reins in his hand, and there was nowhere to vent his anger. And Jue also seemed to be angry with him as if he had agreed with her, and said lightly when he passed by him: "Please pay attention to manage your emotions." ”