The city is attacked by demons in several places, starting with Charon Heavy Industries, who break down doors and try to destroy the dinner robots, and Sokan kills the invaders.

The people in the bar in the middle of the night were almost killed, but Lamia was able to lead the army in time to help. All buildings were built from embers and were not lost.

Other demons have attacked our granaries and my dwellings, but they have not succeeded.

Anger drove me to track down the fleeing demon envoy and Bakken.

The sky is about to break, and Zhao Luo can't help me, but this also means that the blood clan and demons can only be slaughtered by me.

I used the Eye of Odin to observe the traces of their escape, and they didn't even bother to hide. On the way, there is a wooded and broken town, the ground in the city is in shambles, full of disorganized cars, broken bricks, collapsed buildings, interrupted viaducts, billboards blocking the road.

How lively it was at the beginning, how bad it is now.

I still found their footprints and bloodstains.

They were tucked away in a residential high-rise, about eighteen floors that had previously seemed to be a slum, but now more like a beehive, with sunlight shining through the greasy, dark windows, but the corridors were still dark and dark.

Now, it's dawn, and these Bloods are sleeping soundly, and it's easy to kill them. For thousands of years, the Bloods have feared humans, and that's why.

I followed the dirt-stained footprints to a room, and they were hiding quite high, which was a real nuisance.

I heard someone talking, and I became nervous, and I swallowed the water of Amun.

The man said, "Mr. Bakken, how do you feel?" "His voice is young.

I approached the room and looked in, now that Bakken had no use of ghosts and vision, he shouldn't be able to detect me. The room was lit and dark, and the furniture was covered in floating ash. A young man sat in a chair, sitting upright, his blond hair was quite long, his face was quite feminine, the bridge of his nose, mouth, ears, and cheekbones were like exquisite sculptures, and his eyes were inlaid with gray eyes.

This is another beautiful boy, is there too much of a beautiful boy in the last days?

Perhaps this is because of the group effect caused by the popularity of male plastic surgery in the last century. The human subconscious mind determines the direction of evolution.

This boy... Not the Bloodline, otherwise he would have slept to death right now.

A strand of his blonde hair floated open, and I saw an eye in the middle of his forehead, he was a Salter of blood? How is this possible? How can he move freely during the day? And his house wasn't devoid of sunlight.

"Bartiks, damn boy, close the window, I need... Sleep. ”

This Bartiques laughed: "No, you have failed, you have lost to that Longinus, and you must be punished a little." ”

He pulled the tattered curtains a little more, and the sunlight moved like a cleaver towards Bakken, who was lying in the corner, and Bakken screamed and weakly ducked deeper.

He forcibly prevented Bakken from sleeping, just as an inquisitor forced a prisoner to stay awake.

Bartiques said, "It's not easy to tame those demons, and you've consumed a lot. I also heard that you want to replace me as a cardinal? Isn't it? ”

Beacon shouted, "No! I didn't! I'm so grateful you saved me. Again... Those demons, their real commander is you! I can't instruct them without your consent. ”

Battiques picked up a beautiful teacup, and the smell of tea came from the cup, and he took a sip and said, "So, you think it's all my fault?" ”

Beckon coughed profusely, his face almost like that of a leukemia patient, and he said, "I.... Swear eternal allegiance to you. ”

Bartiques shook his head, bowed slightly to Beckon, and said, "The promises of the Bloods are fickle and difficult to trust. I have always doubted your loyalty, and of course, whether you have forgotten to hunt down the Bal followers for thousands of years, as the great enemy of the Salottes, is regarded as a great enemy. ”

This Batticus is of the Bal religion, but not of the Bloods? And what about his spiritual eye?

Bartix shone a ray of sunlight on Becon, who gritted his teeth and let out a heart-rending grunt. The sound made me feel uncomfortable, like I had become a fish to the slaughter.

After a few moments, Bartiques blocked out the sunlight, and Beacon said, "Scars.... What does she say about scars? How dare you defy Commander Scar? ”

Battix sneered, "That butcher is a madman, she doesn't care about your petty people. Besides, she shouldn't care about my father's face. ”

Is Bakken a trivial? He must have been referring to status. The Salottes turned to the Bal religion for help to survive, so they are only a small figure in the Epochal Empire.

I'll just get Bakken out and convince him to surrender. But it's also likely their bitter ploy to send a big spy into our ranks.

If it's the latter, have they noticed me?

The Bals, the Remore Bloodline, the Daughter of the Devil, the Cardinals, what is their relationship in the Epochal Empire? Is it an ally or a superior?

Bartix stood up and stomped on Bakken's chest, who was silent and his eyes closed. Bartiques laughed a few times and said, "Forget it, it's not interesting. These bloods think they are superior to us humans, but they are nothing more than a bunch of wretched creatures. ”

He added, "If I could kill Longinus, my father would be happy for me, wouldn't he?" ”

I tried to attack him for a moment, but he turned to me, and said, "You can't hide your murderous aura, Mr. Longinus. ”

He really knows that I'm here, and the cost performance of Amun's water is getting lower and lower, can I wash off the skill points and redistribute them?

I asked, "Who are you?" ”

"You can call me Bartiks, my full name is so long that I don't bother to say more to others."

"You're long-winded enough."

Still smiling, his eyes like willows, with a light of cruelty and joy, but with reason and restraint, he said, "This is my proper etiquette. ”

"There were some people in the building, and they were all robbers, scavenging and robbing the rest of the scavengers and settlements," he said. When I came here, they didn't behave so kindly, but how could I compare them to the rudeness of others? I treat them with the most solemn courtesy, do you want to see it? Mr. Longinus? ”

This kid talks a lot, and it's a lot of annoying, not as annoying as Michael.

I said, "You must have killed them all, and put on some kind of curious pose to scare me." Save it, I'm used to seeing the Sun King, and your tricks are not new. ”

Bartix frowned, "You're too presumptuous, sir. I, Bartix, am a mage who delves into the realm of life, and I don't like to kill people. ”

I replied, "Coincidentally, the Sun King also claims to be the most perfect being. ”

"You have repeatedly compared me to the Sun King, and I feel the same way," said Bartiks. The Sun King is truly a masterpiece of incomparable proportions, and no matter who created this magic or what the process is, he deserves my highest respect. ”

I asked, "Are you really a mage?" But why do you have a spiritual eye? ”

Bartix replied, "You think only the bloodline of the Blood Clan can cultivate it?" It is a natural result of the soul and body cultivating to a higher realm. It's true that Salot's bloodline is better suited to practice this method than humans, but that doesn't mean that Salotte is the only one who can produce a psychic eye. ”

He made a gesture and recited a spell. I suddenly started a torrent and stabbed him before he could finish the incantation, and he shook his whole body, screamed loudly, and retreated, angrily, "Why don't you have the demeanor of a master? ”

I said, "My hand slipped, sorry." Another thunder sword stabbed the kid in the head. He rolled to the side, but he couldn't dodge my sword, and I still hit him in the forehead, his visionary eye.

This kid was far worse than Bakken, and his psionic eye was of no use at all.

Suddenly, my eyes ached, and wet blood flowed from them, and I was shocked in my heart, and I hurriedly dodged, and Bartiques shouted, "My eyes are stronger than those of the Blood, and anyone who hurts me will be rewarded!" ”

I was nearly blind, but now my eyes were in severe pain and my vision was blocked, and Bartiques burst forward, bowing left and right, and punching me. I unleashed the dark clouds and hid in the layers of cover, and Bartiques said, "It's just a boring spell! It's not worth mentioning at all. ”

He slammed his fists into the ground, and with a thud, the ground cracked, and we fell, and he began to chant his incantation again.

It seemed that he had two spells, one that was activated through his psionic eye, and the other that required him to chant incantations, and that his body seemed to be better than Milser and Ochid. I don't know what his spell is for, but in short, it's better not to let him do it.

Odin's eyes made me feel acute, and I could detect his movements even if my vision was blurry. I launched a torrent and stabbed him in the heart with a sword, the current made his body tremble, he reached out and grabbed me, and I escaped just in time.

Battiques rubbed the wound and smiled, "I have a complete high opinion of you, Longinus, they say how you are, even the elders of the Sword and Shield Society and the Black Coffin are afraid of you, but that's all about you. Your attacks are tickling me. ”

I asked, "Is this what you call life realm magic?" "He has extraordinary resilience, even better than the demon blood of the Bloodline, this has to be admitted.

Bartix said, "You're afraid of me, you're afraid of my magic, aren't you?" So you don't dare to let me recite the mantra, you're afraid that the situation will get out of control, you're not strong at all, you're just in vain. ”

Oops, awful, terrible! He saw through me.

Batticus said: "My father has always prevented me from starting an all-out war, and even the crazy woman of Scar is bound by him, but now, I fully understand that the Sword Master of the Black Coffin has nothing to fear....."

I slashed at him, and Bartix moved to the side, dodging the sword, and he shouted, "This sword is not bad, but what can it be?" ”

Suddenly, a crack tore through the floor, the floor tumbled upwards and downwards, and every wall of the building rattled, exposing, scattering, shattering, and turning into a torrential rain.

Bartiques began to sweat, looked frightened, and shouted, "What did you do? Your sword..."

I think it's probably because the building is in disrepair and finally coming down, but I don't care what he thinks.

The boulder fell on the two of us, and Bartiques didn't dare to be hit by the rubble of the whole building, so he surged out of the window with all his strength.