dr2617-03-9，p8：56

Grimm Continent.

March is the worst time for the rainforest, when the warm and humid air currents from the ocean create a rainy season.

It was drizzling all day and night, and everywhere was wet. The air was so hot and uncomfortable that it was uncomfortable. The roots are slippery and easy to slip onto. From time to time, a few nasty drops of rain fell on the trees, falling on the sticky and wet clothes, which made people feel more and more irritable.

In a clearing in the rainforest, a large area of tents has been set up.

It's nighttime, the campfires are flickering on and off, and the mercenaries gather in twos and threes to bake the fire and dry their clothes.

The tall mech stood in the twilight, its upper body draped in a tarp to prevent rain from seeping into the cockpit.

In the middle of the camp have been erected a number of wooden sheds, supported by sawn stakes, roof with leaves and branches, and surrounded by tarpaulins, which are more comfortable and reliable than ordinary tents.

The largest hut in the camp covers an area of more than 1,000 square meters, with walls made of brick and stone, animal skins on tops, and copper candles hanging on the walls.

At this time, the room was pitch black, and in the depths of the layers of curtains, the sound of "rattling, rattling" was being heard.

It was like the crunch sound of glass or some kind of crystal being crushed and shattered by a huge force, mixed with the sound of chewing and swallowing, like a wild beast hiding in the dark to eat.

Not only after a long time, but the hides that covered the doorway were lifted.

The faint firelight illuminated the handsome facial features, and the skin was like a warm white jade, as if it could reflect the firelight.

A well-cut blue aristocratic costume outlines the silhouette of the long and elegant. It was a young aristocratic man with a rather handsome appearance, but at the moment he frowned lightly, looking at the darkness behind the curtain with some concern.

He didn't go over, but waited quietly until the sound of glass breaking died down.

"Lancet?"

A soft, slightly confused voice rang out from behind the curtain.

"It's me." The young nobleman nodded in response.

The curtain was lifted by a knuckled hand, revealing a handsome face and a slender figure.

This is an equally jealously handsome young man, taller and broader-shouldered than the former. The chest is perfectly triangular and the white silk blouse is open, revealing the graceful muscular lines beneath the silver skull pendant.

Full of strength but not bloated, not like those muscular strong men, but a neutral softness.

Compared with the man in blue, his eyebrows are a little unruly and uninhibited, but his behavior exudes a supreme nobility. In general, it can be described in four words: "evil and crazy".

He is the orthodox heir of the Malan royal family, the former fourth prince, and the current twenty-third of Malan. The man in blue was his best friend and most trusted courtier, Lancet Modleck.

"You're devouring the crystal nucleus?" Lancet asked.

Joan didn't answer, it was a tacit acquiescence.

"Did you know that doing this will cause you mental problems?" Lancet looked a little anxious, and his tone couldn't help but increase a little, as if he was reprimanding the king instead of a courtier, "You don't have a xenomorph bloodline, and forcibly devouring the crystal nucleus will seriously pollute your life mark!" ”

The Mark of Life follows the natural law of the jungle. Among the many species, the life mark of human beings can only be regarded as the bottom, and even the life mark of a living corpse is not as good.

Therefore, human beings can only destroy the life mark higher than themselves through processing means, and then absorb its fragments, fuse new gene fragments, and gradually strengthen their own life mark.

Direct absorption of the complete life mark can obtain a more complete and powerful gene sequence, and can obtain more energy replenishment, but it can also be infected by the species instinct in the alien life mark.

Unless you have a strong enough xenobloodline. For example, the demon princess Ariya, the fire demon's life mark is at the top of the food chain, capable of devouring most species in the multiverse.

But Joan is a pure-blooded human, maybe the bloodline of the Malan royal family is stronger than ordinary people, but it still hasn't jumped out of the category of humans.

Although he is now a little king, and the strength of his life mark far exceeds that of ordinary people, he can't devour the crystal nucleus excessively, otherwise he will be affected by extreme emotions such as the tyranny and bloodlust of mutated creatures, and he will be delirious, hallucinated, and become neither human nor ghost.

"As a monarch, I have no choice." Qiao An clenched her fists, "The royal power is on the sidelines, and the demon girl is in trouble." ”

"The thousand-year-old foundation of my Malan royal family is about to be destroyed in one fell swoop......"

"When the time comes, what face will I have to go to my father?"

Joan's voice was full of pathos.

"My king......" Lancet stepped forward and took Joan's hand, "I will be by your side at all times." ”

"Even if it's hell, I'll go with you." The sapphire-like eyes are full of firmness and determination.

"Thank you......"

"My dear friend."

After a while, the two regained their previous composure and indifference.

"The development of that world fragment may be ahead of schedule." Joan pressed the back of her oak chair and said, "I need more Demon Crystal Nuclei, at least above the lord level." ”

Only demons can fight demons.

Arya has half of the fire demon bloodline, and Trilith has also obtained a part of the demon blood through the placenta.

What Qiao An devoured just now was a demon crystal nucleus. He will obtain a portion of the demon's genetic sequence, which will increase his power, but there is also a risk of being counterattacked.

"Isn't it too early?" Ranster hesitated, "Our people haven't really matured yet. ”

"If you want to achieve great things, sacrifice is inevitable." Qiao An raised his head and stared, as if his gaze had passed through the layers of barriers, and looked at the mountains and rivers of the kingdom, "Which of the dynasties of the Malan royal family was not established on top of piles of corpses and bones?" ”

"I see." Lancet touched his chest with one hand and bowed.

At the same time, in the palace of the Silver Eagle Leader in the Principality of Silver Claw, tens of thousands of kilometers away, in one of the dormitories, a man was furious.

"Pong!" "Smack!"

Historic antiques smashed to the ground, ceramic shards flew everywhere, and metal utensils were badly deformed.

Several women hid in the corner, with tears on their faces, and their clothes were uncovered. They hugged each other, trembling and frightened, clearly frightened.

The man was disheveled and hideous, like a wounded beast.

"Qinghai, Qinghai!"

A richly dressed middle-aged man rushed to hear the news. When he saw the antique fragments all over the ground, he couldn't help but sigh, both hating iron and steel, and being a little angry and helpless.

This middle-aged man is none other than Wei Haitang, the lord of the Silverclaw Principality, and the crazy young man is his youngest son, Wei Qinghai, the third prince of Silverclaw.

Even when his father came, Wei Qinghai didn't stop, holding a large vase with both hands, wanting to smash it. But it may be that the vase is too heavy, and his hands and feet are shaking, and he can't hold it at all.

This made his emotions even more violent, and he kicked desperately at the large vase.

"Wei Qinghai!" Wei Haitang finally couldn't help it and shouted loudly, "You are a dignified third prince with silver claws, but you are like a mad dog, what kind of system have you become!" ”

Wei Qinghai stopped, as if his strength had been withdrawn from his body, and he staggered his head and looked at his father, with a strange face, as if he didn't know the person in front of him.

"Hehe, hehehe......"

Wei Qinghai suddenly laughed.

"I'm a Silverclaw Prince, hahaha, Silverclaw Prince, hahaha!"

He had a strange smile and a madness in his eyes.

"What a prince, I think it's bullshit!"

Wei Qinghai screamed hysterically and slapped his chest hard, "It's been two years, it's been two whole years, and the person who crippled your son is still at large!" ”

"He must be laughing at you, Lord of the Silver Claw, a piece of!"

"A fringe town of the Red Dragon Guild is stronger than the entire Silver Claw!"

"Haha, hahaha!"

What was shattered was not only Wei Qinghai's spirit pool, but also his man's ability.

Since that incident, Wei Qinghai has not been able to do it. No matter how much he tortured the woman, he didn't react there. What used to be pleasant is now like chewing wax, and you can't feel even the slightest pleasure.

He is now a waste from head to toe, not only in terms of combat power, but also in the ability to pass on the lineage.

It's all because of that lowly mouse!

But two years have passed, and the mouse is still at ease. As soon as he thought that the other party was holding the moon canglian he had dreamed of, and casting a contemptuous glance at him, he was about to go crazy with hatred.

"You!"

Wei Haitang's eyes widened angrily, and he raised his palm to hit, but he couldn't do it for a long time.

Looking at his youngest son's crazy appearance, Wei Haitang's heart was like a knife. Wei Qinghai is the son of him and his favorite concubine, and he has been particularly fond of since he was a child. It's all because of that damn thing.

In the end, Wei Haitang's slap still didn't go down, stomped his foot heavily, and left his youngest son's bedroom.

"Dad, I want to play Farrington!"

As soon as Wei Haitang returned to the council hall, his second son Wei Qinghe couldn't wait to ask him for his life and wanted to go to Farrington.

"Dongfang Xuanran, that slut, and that lizard adulterer, openly live in the city lord's mansion in Farringdon, I really can't swallow this breath!" Wei Qinghe said hatefully.

Dongfang Xuanran is the youngest daughter of Dongfang Xuanyuan, the lord of the Black Feather Principality, the fifth princess of the Black Feather, who was once married to Wei Qinghe, the second prince of the Silver Claw Principality. Later, Wei Qinghe got along with a widow and ignored Dongfang Xuanran.

Dongfang Xuanran washed her face with tears all day long. Dongfang Xuanyuan was furious when he learned about it, questioned Wei Haitang to no avail, started a war with Silverclaw, and occupied the city of Farrington in the Silverclaw Principality.

Later, Dongfang Xuanyuan joined the Northern Alliance and became friendly with the Red Dragon Principality, so he proposed to marry Dongfang Xuanran to Finn Marris, the second prince of the Red Dragon Principality, and promised to give Farrington to the younger couple.

Finn Maris once had a crush on Yeyang Bailiu and asked his father Salrod to go to Gray Corner City to propose marriage to Yeyang's family, but he didn't expect Yeyang Bailiu to join the Iron Sisters and swear not to marry for the rest of his life, rather than marry him as a prince and concubine.

He was discouraged, so he agreed to his father's request and united with Dongfang Xuanran.

Due to the short time, Dongfang Xuanran held a wedding ceremony with Finn Maris before she had time to go through the divorce procedures with Wei Qinghe. This made Wei Qinghe feel that he had lost face, and with the fact that Farrington was occupied, he had always held a grudge.

"Rest easy." Wei Haitang patted his second son's shoulder, "I'll talk about it when I'm done discussing it with the other lords." ”

"I'll try to convince them to attack Farringdon first."

A moment later, Wei Haitang came to the conference hall.

As the people around them receded, the lights dimmed, and the room went dark.

Then there was a flash of blue light, and holographic projections of three middle-aged men rose on the ground. All of them were dressed in fashion, wearing crowns, and with majestic faces.

They are the lords of the three principalities of Chiyan, Hanling, and Black Spear.

Among them, the slightly obese, with thick eyebrows and a full beard is the Marquis of Red Rock Bronze Hammer Grantham.

Slender in stature, dressed in black, and draped in black feathers, was Elvis Bartley, the former commander of the Praetorian Guard, the Marquis of the Black Spear.

The strong, tall, and fashionable man in animal skin is Xiao Tiehu, the Marquis of Hanling.