"Hmm!"

The bone dungeon shattered, and the dark lord snapped his fingers disappreciatively, and the vampire baron beside him instantly unfolded his pitch-black batwing wings, and stayed in the ruined tower to absorb the rich breath of death, like the spontaneous condensation of the negative energy of the substance, branding four palm-sized blood-colored sigils. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Stepping out of the back left side of the Throne of Skulls, a pair of winged hands shone with an icy metallic sheen, slashing condescendingly, and the sound of the wind breaking was piercing.

Relying on her own earl rank, two levels of crushing, Elena Heschet took advantage of the prison of the bone prison, infused with fearlessness and victory belief in the second stage of the right fist, and confronted the steel batwing of the creation of the "Death Lord".

"Keng...... Ding"

The blood-soaked loser turned out to be Elena Heschet, the four fingers of her right fist on the windward side of the cracked bones, but the vampire baron's batwing made a crisp sound of metal breaking.

After all, his opponent is an earl of the blood clan, especially the faith infused into it, the damage caused is extremely heavy, this is the price of the challenge of leapfrogging, despite the characteristics of not being afraid of the sun, he is essentially a young man who has just escaped from naivety.

The broken winged hand had lost its metallic texture and softened into a silky cloth, clinging to the vampire baron's right hand, and lunged forward, unleashing a straight punch.

Elena Heschet was still worried about a flawless physical injury, and the unsuspecting opponent dared to make a comeback, and she hurriedly raised her hands to block when she sensed the danger.

Unexpectedly, a powerful straight fist slammed the countess's hands to her chest, and then a unique force defied the defenses and penetrated Elena Heschet's arms, crushing the undead's body.

The chest cavity was pricked by dozens of iron needles, but fortunately, the blood core was extremely hard and there was no damage, but the heart that stopped beating was infiltrated into a sieve, and the precious blood source was constantly lost.

"Get out of here!"

Such a heavy wound, for the first time since the birth of the countess, immediately understood that the opponent was using a human knight technique, penetrating strength, unable to understand the natural boundaries, but Elena Heschet, who cherished life, immediately burst out of potential and banished the terrible "Baron" away.

After suffering two secret losses in a row, the countess of the Heschet family no longer dared to be careless, and the "Spirit Son Gyroscope" was running at high speed, trying her best to crack and find out the opponent's flaws.

"Vampire Baron, Kundalini 2400 Kunni, Spirit Child Density 800 Rin, Spirit Pressure (Death, Fear) 200 Gnni, Dark in Nature, Bloodthirsty, Undead ,......"

"Hmm!"

The Dark Lord was keenly aware of the abnormal fluctuations in Elena Heschet's body, the innate ability of a senior vampire, and the secret of the Reiko Gyroscope were clear in his eyes, and after the decipherment and analysis of the immortal's divinity, he was surprised to find that it was a fragment of the rules of the new era.

"Interesting!"

He sat up slightly straighter and lowered his right fist, "This is the end of the game, stop!"

The vampire baron, who was blown away by the storm, flapped his wings and prepared to dive to attack, and when he heard the order of the dark lord, he immediately retracted his bat wings, his legs fell to the ground like a heavy spear, and he stood up straight like a javelin, not daring to move a little.

Elena Heschet continued to rush forward regardless of it, and Rei Zi Gyro had found a flaw in the other party, and she wanted to kill this "baron" who had crossed the challenge and wash away the shame of being offended.

"The sin that wounded my perfect body is terrible unless atonement is made with your blood. ”

For the blood clan, blood means a source of life, quite a serious punishment, but after the countess of the Heschet family was injured for the first time, she lost her mind in anger, forgetting that there was a "death lord" not far away who was not under the Archduke of Emmondine, how could she tolerate her being so presumptuous.

"100 times heavier!"

The Dark Lord snapped his fingers, and the realm that shrouded the Broken Tower suddenly changed gravity multipliers, and strangely only Elena Heschet herself was pressed to the ground by her own weight, but the first patriarch of the Heschet family and the vampire baron who accompanied him were not affected in the slightest.

Being able to manipulate gravity so flexibly in the scope of the domain and create a narrow gravity field indirectly proves the identity of the "Death Lord".

Elma Heschet, Elma's eldest brother and the first patriarch of the Heschet family, immediately understood that even if she gave it her go, she was no match for the Death Lord who entrenched herself on the Throne of Skelets.

I am afraid that only the father of the blood clan, the Grand Duke of Aemondine, can compete with him in his heyday, but after opening up the night capital in the outer realm of the starry sky and sea, the uncrowned king of the undead empire has exhausted the source of blood and fallen into a coma, and is about to enter the sixth long sleep, if he can wake up successfully, he may be promoted to the prince of the blood clan, the king of the dark world comparable to the demigod lich.

As for now, in front of the Death Lord who surpasses everything, it is not considered humiliating to bow his head for the time being, and if he is a high-level blood clan with brains, he will make a wise choice.

"Your Excellency, please forgive your sister's rude behavior, it is a woman's nature to love beauty, and it is difficult for our blood clan to avoid it. After all, her opponent is just a baron, and she crosses two levels like a moat and inflicts damage on the earl, even if it is a human knight's skill, it is a rare skill, and I am very curious about it. ”

Elena Heschet, lying on the ground, made a creaking sound of bone cracks all over the joints, from the undead body of the vampire countess, and it was melodious and nostalgic to the Dark Lord.

"The technique of changing the subject is quite familiar, not bad. I am extremely satisfied that I am calm and rational at all times and make the right judgments. She's been punished, so let's leave it at that. ”

The dark lord waved his hand casually, and instantly lifted the narrow effect of a hundredfold pressure, "I have to say, it is really hard to suppress a blood earl, if you take the opportunity to attack, maybe I will be in a hurry and be defeated by you on the spot." ”

Elma Heschet heard the hearty laughter of the "Death Lord", and she didn't dare to slander in her heart, but secretly raised her evaluation of him again, and took the time to glance at her sister Elena, but the joints of her whole body were loose, and she was busy controlling the muscle replacement, and she was a little relaxed at the moment.

"Your Excellency, please allow me to be inadvertently offended in my words. What a grand blueprint are you going to draw when you wake up from a long slumber and expand your legions in an attempt to occupy a vast territory?"

The Dark Lord sighed and looked up at the sky, his eyes piercing through the dimly lit starry sky despite the expanding gray curtain of poisoned ashes and suffocating soot.

"After a turbulent year of alternating between the old and the new, I woke up to find that my former friends, rivals, and enemies were all gone. Without partners to work with, no rivals to restrict, and no opponents to pass the endless lifespan, what choice would you make if you were your bloodline?"

Elma Heschet's suspicions were indirectly confirmed, and he was shocked by the news that he wanted to give a reminder and try to change the plans of the "Death Lord".

"The legendary dragon that occupies the spine of the world, His Highness Zandar Fesin the Silver Dawn, His Highness Dinostratus, the Horn of Justice, who stays deep underground to guard the gates of the abyss, and His Highness Theamat, the sleeping mother of dragons in the Tlandis Trench, have unexpectedly awakened and become active again after the high tide of the elements. The Silver Dawn and the Horn of Justice, in particular, have colluded and gathered at the summit of Banduras, as if they were plotting something. ”

As Elma Heschet had predicted, the legendary dragon and the noble demigod of the three-headed dragon recorded in the epic chapters and sung by countless bards have been able to make the "Lord of Death" look discreet.

"I haven't regained my heyday yet, and I'm afraid I'm not a match for Silver Dawn. As for the Horn of Justice, he was too old to even have the strength to leave the Abyssal Gate, but it was a bit tricky to stay in the depths of the earth to breed. The pride of the sky, the darling of nature, what a headache!"

"Well, the Mother of Dragons, Taiamat, who dealt with her before she sank, still has a little affection. However, I vaguely remember that His Highness Taiamat was nailed to the deepest trench with a theocratic weapon by the earth shaker, and there seemed to be some kind of secret in it that I could not know for the time being, and I might have to take a trip to Trandis to confirm it. ”

The Dark Lord suddenly remembered something, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "The Trident of the Sea King, the artifact that transcends everything, the authority to dominate the offshore sea, is buried in the deepest trench of the Storm Sea, and may have unified the ocean in its domain. Maybe it's the hand left behind by the Earth Shaker, even if he sleeps in the depths of time, who knows if he will take the opportunity to wake up. ”

"If you want to pull out the Trident of the Sea King, you have to restore the strength of its heyday, if the killing is too violent, it may attract the righteous friend Silver Dawn, it is really a difficult knot to ......"

The "Lord of Death" in deep thought, and what he had just said, had already caught Elma Heschet's attention, and he found that things were going extremely well, and that the expansion of the undead army would definitely slow down and even become more conservative and restrained in order to avoid blows.

Unexpectedly, the Death Lord quickly jumped out of the loop, "The boiling force of war and death have awakened me from my slumber, and according to the observation and intelligence gathering, the war that divides the West continent in two has no end, which is in my best interest." The Bloodline is originally weak due to natural sunlight punishment, and belongs to the race of the dark world, and I am willing to stand in your side against a large number of opponents......"

Hearing this, Elma Heschet's heart fell into ecstasy, but he restrained himself well and did not show it in the slightest.

"The Duchy of Lotrun is under the control of the Heschchet family, and due to the strategic mistake of the allies of the Mellon family, the orc slaves who raised the rebel flag tore through the corners of the defense line and drove straight into the desert steppes. ”

"They have mastered the gunpowder and smelting techniques of the human race, and now they have conquered many farms and possessed and built a strong cavalry, which is increasingly a threat to the rule of the Blood. ”

"I believe that the Orc Rangers have attempted to get their hands on Mount Ograni, and unsurprisingly, will surely be destroyed by His Excellency the Honorable Lord. I fear that the vengeful orc rebels will make a comeback, and when thousands of cavalry flood in, your start-up foundation may not be spared. ”

The Dark Lord smiled disapprovingly, "Don't try to take advantage of my inoffensive dignity and rebellion, this unseemly tactic can only deal with mediocre mortals. ”

Elma Heschet immediately poked her chest in terror and apologized, "Don't dare, don't dare!" Your Excellency, please forgive me for the ecstasy at the sight of the dawn of victory when you were in the common camp. I assure you that there will be no next time!"

"I hope so!"

The Dark Lord muttered for a moment, "As a sign of sincerity, the Grey Veil will stop expanding. There is enough coal deep beneath the Ograni Mountains to consume ten years, and I need a steady stream of iron ore from the Bloodline, and in exchange for the Covenant, I will provide you with better weaponry for Steel Fire. ”

"As you can see, the heavy steel zombies that guard the broken towers, the six-headed spider chariot, ignoring the terrain restrictions, the mechanical engineering crystallization of the dwarf clan in the old era, and the structure originally used to cut down trees, I have improved it into a bunker-class heavy chariot, what do you think?"

Elma Heschet didn't see how the Spider Chariot fought, but based on the equipment, he was able to roughly guess how powerful it was.

"The overlord of melee combat, the power is unearthly! If a group is engaged in battle, any formation will be destroyed by a single blow. ”

The Dark Lord smiled, "It would be perfect if it could be equipped with a long-range attack curve cannon." ”

Heschet immediately understood that the legend who had awakened from his slumber understood the war of the present and kept up with the times.