Shen Mo stretched her waist, tidied up her clothes a little, opened the door, and walked out.

Prince Steven and the Duke of Dorne had been waiting outside the door for a long time, and if it weren't for the time of the banquet, they wouldn't dare to urge silence.

This sleep is indeed the most fragrant sleep in silence, without any precautions, nor any distraction cultivation, just a simple sleep like a normal person.

"Let's go!"

Silent said to Steven and Dorn.

"Yes, master, the car is ready for you."

Dorn led Silent out of the castle, and Silent instinctively let go of his eyes and probed around.

Aside from the car that Dorne had prepared, Paris tonight was not as bloody and chaotic as expected, which was somewhat unexpected by Silent Silence.

Could it be that the bloodlines and dark creatures have changed their minds?

Silent but unaware, because Prince Steven's power of the Daywalker was exposed, the Bloodline suspended the bloodbath in Paris tonight, and was bound to get the power of the Daywalker from Prince Steven first.

This was an order issued by the prince-level blood clan, and even Duke Hart Van Lentien, the initiator of the bloody war, did not dare to disobey it.

This led to an unusually calm night in Paris, where not a single blood or dark creature dared to make a difference.

The heavily armed and apprehensive Anti-Dark Creature Alliance never expected it to be so quiet tonight, and they didn't even notice a single Bloodline.

They didn't know the truth, and they thought that their daytime press conference had shocked the dark creatures, making them shrink back and dare not make a mistake.

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Silently got into the car, the extended Lincoln drove through the quiet streets of Paris, and in about half an hour, everyone arrived at the place designated for the banquet.

It is an old church, a private place, which is never open to outsiders.

But the higher-ups of the Bloodline know that this church is the headquarters of the Demon Feast Alliance, and the darkest and most evil place in all of Paris.

Silently got out of the car, and the power of the heart and eyes exploded, instantly enveloping the church, wanting to explore the situation inside.

But to Shen Mo's surprise, the entire church was enveloped in a powerful and evil demonic force, and the power of the heart eye could not detect the situation inside.

Shen Mo frowned and asked Steven in a low voice, "How can this church have a demonic aura?" ”

As the prince of the Blood Clan, Steven naturally has more insight and understanding of the Blood Clan than he is silent.

"Back to the master, the Lesen Lu clan of the Demon Banquet Alliance has the fierce key of the Thirteen Sacred Weapons, and it has the power to open the gates of hell, so their clan has a close relationship with the demons of hell, and it is normal to have this vision."

Shen Mo nodded, the thirteen holy weapons of the blood clan, some of them are like chicken ribs, and some are so powerful, such as this fierce key, it actually has the power to open the gate of hell, if it is developed to the extreme, its power is unimaginable.

However, looking at the appearance of the Lesen Lu clan, I am afraid that the murder key will not be able to volatilize to the extreme in their hands.

If the demons of hell want to come to the world, it is not as simple as a key.

Silently retracting his mind, he walked to the church under the leadership of Steven and the Duke of Dorne.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the church, he was stopped by two marquis-level blood clans.

"Prince Steven, according to the requirements of the Parliament, you can only bring one Duke to the meeting."

Steven glanced at the other party coldly and shouted, "Tell those old guys that what they want is in the hands of this adult." ”

The Marquis-level blood clan was slightly stunned, did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly reported to the upper echelons, and in just one minute, there was a response.

"Prince Steven, please come in."

So, Steven entered the church with Silent and Duke Dorne.

All the way deeper, the lowest blood clan that Shen Mo saw was also a marquis-level blood clan, and the marquis-level blood clan was only worthy of being a waiter, and a blood clan powerhouse like Duke Dorne was only a servant of the prince.

In this regard, Shen Mo can also understand that the prince-level blood clan will naturally have to match the servants who match it, and if they serve with a low-level blood clan, where can they withstand the pressure of the prince-level people.

Soon, the crowd arrived in the council hall.

Because the time of the council has long passed, the blood clan of the entire hall has already been seated, except for Steven of the Giovanni clan, who has not yet arrived.

"Steven, what a big shelf, let us wait for you."

It was none other than Prince Sapir of the Bruch clan, who had always been at odds with Steven.

Steven sneered, slowly walked to his seat, and waited until he was seated before responding, "Sapir, you are still so disgusting and disgusting. ”

"What did you say!" Sapir angrily stood up from his seat, his bloody eyes fixed on Steven.

"Do you need me to say it a second time? You trash! ”

Rumble! A huge battle axe appeared in Sapir's hand, and the monstrous anger was like substance, overwhelmingly pressing Steven.

"Enough!"

Prince Obadiah of the Demon Banquet Alliance burst into a loud shout, and the demonic qi turned into a hideous giant hand, instantly disintegrating Sapir's anger.

"You two have been fighting for centuries, haven't you gotten tired of it?"

"Humph!" "Humph!"

Steven and Sapir both snorted coldly and said no more.

Prince Obadiah let out a deep sigh and said, "Since the Thirteenth Prince has arrived, let's start!" ”

Airplanes! Obadiah chanted a bitter cipher, countless blood-colored marks emerged from him, and a crimson murderous key slowly floated above the council's round table.

The rest of the princes also followed, and one by one the holy artifacts appeared, suspended in mid-air.

The five holy weapons in the silent gossip yin and yang sword bag were also sensitive, and they wanted to break out of the bag, but they were fiercely suppressed by him.

Less leaning, thirteen holy weapons are assembled, but there are only eight holy weapons.

Airplanes! After the chanting, Prince Obadiah and the others took back their respective holy weapons, and those princes who had lost their clan holy weapons had ugly faces and were silent.

"According to the iron law set by the Thirteen Clans, the clan that loses the holy weapon will choose to obey the other clans that possess the holy weapon in this holy war."

"Humph!" A prince who had lost his holy weapon strangled the duke beside him and scolded sharply: "If it weren't for you, how could this king lose his clan's holy weapon." ”

Obadiah looked at him coldly and replied lightly: "I warned you that the Blood Clan Holy Weapon should not be handed over to the Blood Clan below the Prince, but you have never listened to my warning. ”

"Then let's start choosing!"

The Sacred Weapons were lost by the Soul Ring of the Hidden Alliance, the puppet of the Toledo Clan, the Phantom Mirror of the Nofila Clan, and the Poison Vial of the Gangaro Clan. The Devil's Feast Alliance's Tsmisi Blood Cup.

These artifacts are in silent hands.

Immediately, the Blood Clan of the Secret Alliance joined the Bruhe Clan, the Demon Banquet Alliance joined the Lesen Lu Clan, and the Thirteen Clans instantly became the Eight Great Clans.

Among them, the Bruch clan of the Secret Alliance is the most powerful, followed by the Lesensen tribe of the Demon Banquet Alliance.

When Prince Obadiah saw that the forces had been redivided, he declared.

"A new clan has been established, the holy war will begin tomorrow night, and the winner will become the king of the thirteen clans. But before we do that, we have one more very important thing. ”

"Steven, hand over the Sunwalker's secret!"