Sleep, endless sleep.

Absolute pure-blooded powerhouses, one after another fell into an eternal slumber.

The body does not decay, but the soul decays.

Cyril opened his eyes slowly, his beautiful eyes keenly aware of the gorgeous patterns in the black coffin in the darkness.

His tired body, as well as his weary soul, commanded him to continue his deep sleep.

But outside...... There were screams of wailing.

There is also the air of instability in turmoil.

Cyril narrowed his eyes before he stretched out his cold fingers and propped open the door of the heavy ancient coffin.

Squeak.

He finally woke up from his exhausting slumber.

Outside the ancient castle, a blood moon hung in the air.

The Bloods, turned into bats, killed each other for the throne at their fingertips.

They don't have a trace of the elegance and indifference they usually have in the face of the outside world.

They all showed the nature of powerful predators, killing, brutal killing, in the dark and cruel night.

This war has been going on for several years.

With the ancient pure-blood aristocracy, all fell into a deep sleep.

The throne of the king began to hang in the air.

All the Bloods are staring at this chair while plotting a power game of war.

There is no absolute pure-blood aristocratic suppression, and none of them is convinced.

The thirteen clans were in chaos.

Everyone had a tacit understanding and avoided the ancient and noble Rose Cemetery.

It was the sleeping place of the ancient purebloods.

As long as they are not disturbed, then the war can continue.

However, the old pure-blood nobles should not be able to wake up.

The purer the bloodline, the most powerful power, but also the most easily burned out, bored and unwilling to wake up.

Underneath the huge castle, countless blood clans fell one after another.

Seeing that the last clan is about to fall under the powerful army offensive of several rebel organizations.

Suddenly, all the bloods felt a trembling sensation from their bones.

This fear came suddenly and without warning.

All the Bloods stopped fighting, and an incredible shock appeared on their pale and stiff faces.

They looked up tremblingly.

Just above the castle, under the cold moonlight.

A slender and elegant figure, spreading its elegant dark bone wings, quietly stagnant in mid-air and coldly looking down at them.

His cold red eyes drooped slightly, and there was no expression on his beautiful cold white face.

It's like a god, and it's incredibly powerful.

He looked at them coldly for a while, his eyes shining like Ling Chi, which made people feel frightened.

Then the king of the blood clan who had just woken up, his expression was indifferent, and his thin lips were lightly opened.

A low, calm voice with a hint of lazy disgust.

"You've made a noise to me."

This sentence was like a chain reaction, accompanied by a huge bloodline suppression, causing all the bloodlines to curl up to the ground uncontrollably.

Absolute bloodline suppression.

It easily ended the anomalous years of war, and gave the Bloods a chance to recuperate.

There's a better chance of freeing up your hands to clean up the rebels, whether it's the Bloods or humans like the Holy Alliance.

And the side that benefited all flocked to Cyril's side.

I am afraid that the king who will return to them will return to the ancient and solemn cemetery and fall into an eternal sleep.

After all, the teenager who has been sleeping for so many years and suddenly wakes up is too precious to them.

As everyone knows, Cyril is the only descendant of the oldest bloodline.

He is also the youngest of the pure-blood nobles.

He was born to be a king.

Those ancient pure-blood nobles, after leaving him, fell into a deep sleep that could not be awakened.