West of Scotland.

There is a plateau mountain that is called "Ben" by the locals, and the summit is basically shrouded in dark clouds for many years, and the environment and climate are very harsh.

The southern slopes are gentle, the northeast is steep, and the mountain range is covered with snow all year round, making it a natural refuge for heretic creatures.

On the steep cliff to the northeast, there is a cave that stretches out from the mountainside, extending a stone stack that is neither wide nor narrow, and winds along the mountain to the bottom of the deepest part of the mountain.

Walking down the dark cave, the damp rock walls shroud the entire cave in cold, as if entering an ice cave.

After a while, the temperature rose slightly, followed by sporadic firelight slowly dispelling the black that could not be torn apart in front of you, and the walls were lined with hanging braziers, burning the most precious whale oil.

After a short passage of light, there is a stone gate, on both sides of which are guarded by creatures in black robes, and through the stone gate, there is a stone hall made of a spacious cave, the stone hall is wide and can accommodate a hundred people.

The hall is still brightly lit.

There was only a very heavy golden chair, conspicuously placed on a few high platforms, which was the identity symbol of the exclusive supreme leader of the demon race, the Holy King Stark.

In addition to this wide stone hall, the mountain is crisscrossed with many man-made halls, and the splendor of the past can be seen from the exquisitely carved stone pillars everywhere.

The place opposite the golden chair is a stone door on both sides, push open the stone door, a few miles away is a cliff, lean over, is a rare abyss in the mountain, the darkness of the ground seems to be able to even suck the light into it, fall down, iron bones are gone.

The hall is separated from the opposite bank by a hundred meters, and in the middle of it is a rusty iron chain bridge, on which the wooden planks laid on it have been eroded by the natural wind of many years, although the shape is still there, but at the touch of it immediately becomes a fragment, falling into the endless darkness of the abyss.

Affected by the wind that rolls up underground, the chain bridge often makes a "creaking" sound, and it has long since lost its ability to carry a trace of weight, let alone use it to reach the opposite side.

On the opposite side of the bridge is a larger stone wall, carved with a pattern of depressions, large and small, of different sizes, a total of thirteen.

His withered hands caressed the rusty bridge, and Stark's cloudy eyes were filled with endless desire and loss.

On the opposite side was the holy place he had been looking for, and behind the wall was the powerful force he had wanted to awaken for a hundred years—the Blood Lodge of Eternal Sleep.

But now, in front of this dangerous rope bridge, it seems that there is some difficulty, and he tries to get the people to repair it, but to little avail, except for the continuous burial of the bones of the tribesmen under the abyss, there seems to be little progress.

The sound of the wind under the abyss, like the roar of hell, was faintly transmitted from time to time, and not far away, the demon clansmen who were in charge of repairing the rope bridge trembled and locked a brand new chain to the former that had been laid long ago.

They were unable to cross the distance of 100 meters, and the projectile method was afraid of damaging the opposite stone wall, so they had to use this inefficient and dangerous method.

This kind of work can only be done by the lightweight, nimble hands and feet, and the old chains themselves are rusty and overwhelmed.

They can only drive another pile next to the original bridge head to fix it, and the original chains are tied together with the new ones, and they are stressed together.

As soon as the wind blew, the chains began to shake, and the demon clansmen above stopped moving, staring at a pair of cloudy and frightened eyes.

"Lord Saint King!"

Suddenly, a panicked voice rang out from the wide stone hall to the abyss.

This sound distracted the guy on the rope bridge, and he was stunned for a moment, and the wind that came easily blew him over, who had lost his center of gravity, and hung upside down with him with chains.

The rusty chains immediately creaked as if they were about to break, and Starkburn, who was overseeing the bridge, watched with a serious face.

At the same time as the accident happened, he immediately raised the bow he had prepared in his hand, drew the arrow from the quiver on the side, set up the aim, and shot through the clansman who was hanging on the chains with a single shot.

"Ahh

The chains that hung the heavy weight bounced up as if relieved, and returned to their original appearance, still swaying in the wind, and at this moment the demon guard who had come to report the news stood cautiously to the side, witnessing this tragedy, and did not dare to say a word.

After the chains were completely calm, Stark's staring eyes finally lifted the look of worry, but fortunately, the chains did not break.

But then, the Demon Guard, who was standing respectfully, whimpered and shook his dangling legs, and he was suddenly choked by Stark's neck.

After the incident, Stark's suppressed anger in his heart tilted out at this moment, and the sound of the demon guard almost ruined the big thing, not only made him miserable - the carefully selected repair candidate, but also almost broke the already unstable chains.

Just as the demon guard was about to suffocate to death, the fury in Stark's eyes slowly subsided and he let go of his hand.

The demon guard fell to the ground, clutched his neck, and coughed wildly.

"Say, what's the matter, panic."

Stark exhaled, calmed down, and turned to look at the rope bridge as it returned to calm.

The demon guard forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his throat, and said intermittently: "Go and ask for the puppet, the team was surrounded by the team sent by the secret party halfway, and all of them were sacrificed!" ”

“……”

Stark, who was on his back, didn't make a sound, but the demon guard could feel the dangerous aura emanating from his body, and this news was really another fuse in front of Stark, who had just become angry.

The Demon Guard lowered his head in fear, fearing that he would be the object of his venting again.

Half a day.

Stark turned around and said to the prostrate and groveling Demon Guard, "From today onwards, you will take over the repair work!" ”

The Demon Guard raised his head in surprise, but the figure of the Holy King was long gone, and he stared blankly at the whirring abyss, and lowered his head in despair.

His size is not suitable for repairing the rope bridge at all, the meaning of the Holy King is obvious, he has made a mistake, naturally he has to die to apologize, in the face of the holy war, all mistakes are not allowed.

He walked to the edge of the cliff, the panic in his eyes suddenly dissipated, his eyes showed determination, and after shouting "all for the holy war", he jumped into the ......

"Close the door and get the right guy to continue the work of repairing the rope bridge."

Stark didn't bother to listen to the heroic declaration, and directly asked the garrison demon guard to close the stone door leading to the rope bridge, which was really not good news for him.

Stepping up the stairs, Stark turned around and sat down on the golden chair, leaning on his hands, his brows furrowed: This group of wastes who have not achieved enough to succeed and more than to lose, will this failure make the secret party aware of their purpose?

And I heard that after the failure of the last attack, the Demon Party and the Secret Party have been allied, which was originally a great advantage for the sandpiper and the clam to compete for the profit of the fisherman, but it turned out to unite the two old enemies.

"Go, invite my thirteen holy envoys in!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, no, they had to take the initiative to take the holy weapon into their hands as soon as possible and complete the mission of the demon clan!

After a while, eleven figures walked into the stone hall one after another, and at the same time said in a respectful voice: "Lord Saint King! ”

"Hmm!" Stark casually bowed his head and said, "I think you have all heard the news of the heroic sacrifice of the other two holy envoys, we can't let the enemy destroy our holy holy war, we must take the initiative to fight back!" ”

"Now that the forces of all parties are expanding, the time is ripe, we can shift the battlefield and concentrate on the great cause of awakening the Holy Ancestor, Lord Saint King!"

One of the Holy Envoys said in a deep voice, he was the eldest of the thirteen Holy Envoys, the Great Holy Envoy.

Called in order, they are all demons who have abandoned their names, and exist in the demon clan as holy envoys, and it is a supreme honor for every demon to become holy envoys, and they are the most loyal apostles of the holy king Stark.

To become a holy envoy is to be the closest to the legendary Holy Ancestor, and it is also the identity of the powerful force known as the Blood Sud, who worships the Supreme Holy Ancestor and devotes himself to it, and sacrifices for the Holy War is also the supreme glory.

The other envoys also responded to the Great Envoy's thoughts, and now that the chaotic situation has reached their original intention of bringing darkness to the world, they only need to focus all their energy on the last holy war.

Listening to their words, Stark's face was unconcealably excited, how could he not be excited as long as the last step of the hundred-year plan was to be realized?

"Good, good, good!" He said three good words in a row, and then said, "The thirteen holy envoys listen to the order!" ”

"The Holy Envoy listens to the order!"

A majestic and powerful response echoed through the empty stone hall.

Stark nodded with satisfaction: "Notify all the forces, wait in hibernation, and in three days, all the holy envoys will go out with this holy king to recapture the holy weapon belonging to the Holy Ancestor!" ”

"Yes, Lord Saint!"

——

After waiting for a few days, I finally got a letter from Venice.

The Seven Elders were satisfied with the recovery and sealing of the Hallows, but the only thing they were not satisfied with was that Bedren had sealed the Hallows in his own realm.

Asking them to lift the seal and transport the puppet to Venice on the same day, the Seven Elders have already found a secret sanctuary for the holy artifact to store.

"Isn't this torture!" As soon as Yuke heard this, he immediately complained, "What's the difference?" It took a lot of effort for Elder Norton and Kim to complete the seal, tsk......"

Yuke's next words were interrupted by Jue's reassuring look, and he stepped aside in a stumbling manner, saying no more.

"I'm sorry everyone, I didn't think it through, and I'm going to ask you to go to Venice again!"

Bedren also knew that he was wrong, and he was very sincere in admitting his mistakes.

"The prince doesn't have to be ashamed, everything is for the future of the blood clan society, it doesn't matter if we capable blood clans work hard, I just hope that the two parties can cooperate without any guilt, and don't have any selfish intentions!"

Jue smiled politely but embarrassedly, and the words were already obvious, asking Bedren to remind the group of old fellows not to pay attention to the Hallows.

Bedren smiled and hurriedly said: "That's natural, please rest assured, Lord Jue, the secret party's attitude towards the alliance has always been important." ”

Seeing that Galo's expression on the side was not very good, Jue saw that he was no longer embarrassed by Bedren, and turned to the guards and said, "Hurry up and go!" ”

During this time, under the discussion of everyone, a new member was added to the team, Kim.

He is good at short-term sealing magic, in order to prevent the demons from snatching halfway, he can use his ability to delay time, and in addition, with the help of Bedren, he has spread the true purpose of the demons, so that other blood clans can warn the demons and defend their holy weapons.

In addition, due to the destruction of the Ancient Blood Clan of the Lessenlu and Tsmisi clans in that revolution between the two Demons and Mysteries, even the holy weapons they carried on their bodies have been lost to the world since they were lost.

Therefore, taking this opportunity, the two clans also want to recover their holy weapons and embark on the difficult journey of fighting with the demons, for themselves and for the future.