Chapter 63 The Battle of Ideals

On the far side of the moon, in the depths of the rift valley that humans can never observe, a dense blood-colored mist gradually spreads, and a pair of blood pupils flash in the mist, leaving a line of red trails.

On the periphery of the space, a blue-robed girl sat on a broken metal block, looking at the earth where the war was spreading.

"Do you care about that bloodline? ”

"You know everything?" Glancing back at the square face that came behind him at some point, Sally did not deny it: "That blood clan has a sense of reform, and if it is allowed to develop, it will inevitably go wrong." ”

"Can you use his hand to balance the power gap between the two clans? To be honest, if it weren't for him pulling out all the hidden Blood Clan Elders, we wouldn't have known that the Blood Clan had grown to the point where it was enough to threaten humanity. ”

Sally Ye nodded, and the words changed, "You didn't come to me to talk about this, did you?"

"There's movement on the other side of the moon, it's time to pass. ”

Liu Mei frowned slightly, and Sally Ye was a little incredulous: "Did that guy start attacking the seal again?"

"Yes. The time for which the seal can be stably maintained is constantly shortening, almost 30,000 years since ancient times, and every time a big war is about to break out between the three clans, he suddenly awakens and tries to break the seal, and it seems that there will be problems on the demon side again......" The square-faced Slavoga shook his head, looked at the barren moon in the distance and sighed. "And that guy can still get stronger even in the seal, and this time it's probably going to be tougher than ever. ”

"yes. After all, he is the only strong man who has seen through the world since ancient times, although he is only a reincarnation, he has retained most of his strength in life......" Shaliye, who was holding a lollipop, said and got up and patted his robe, turned to look at the other eleven people who gradually appeared behind him during this period, and his eyes instantly became cold, "The seventh solid seal, start!"

On the earth, all the blood clans were suddenly stunned, and the irresistible urge to surrender instantly rushed into their brains, and everywhere on the battlefield, they instantly saw pieces of blood slaves kneeling down. Several patriarchs were also suddenly trembling by this feeling, and almost lost their lives, and for a while all the blood clans looked at the direction from which this feeling came, the moon.

Satarando, who was in a mess in the ruins of the town, narrowly dodged a pair of blood-red claws, and forcibly resisted the feeling of surrender in his blood and jumped back more than ten meters away, only to find that the other elders seemed to be even more uncomfortable than himself.

"From the interference of blood, has the pure bloodline that you were once proud of been affected more deeply? Satarando said with a sudden force under his feet, and the speed increase ability copied from the other patriarchs was activated at the same time, causing his body to rush towards the nearest patriarch like a dark red arrow.

"Victor!" another patriarch not far from him shouted, and a shield-like thing condensed between the two of them in the surge of blood, representing the black magic of his family's inheritance slowly rotated, obviously this was not an ordinary condensation of blood.

The sudden aid made Satarando's shock useless, and Satarando's elbow in front of him slammed into the shield, and in a roar there was blood splattered, and his whole arm twisted unnaturally, and the severity of the injury could be guessed from his pained expression alone.

It's just that compared to his pain, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned when Satarando stopped his body in time to dodge and open the ensuing counterattack.

As if realizing something, a roar suddenly came from among the patriarchs: "Don't use black magic or family inheritance!"

"It's late. As he said in a deep voice, Satarando's eyes flashed blood, and the seven shields that were exactly the same as just now slowly rotated around his body to protect him tightly, and the defense techniques of other families were attached to it, and it looked like a spinning pine cone from a distance, "The Orwell family's blood shield consumption is really large, and with my current ability, I can only maintain seven sides at the same time." But even to that extent, it should be enough. ”

Sure enough, the civilian was able to replicate the abilities he saw. ”

"Liar, how could we possibly beat him if we didn't use the ability of the inheritance?"

"Civilians? By the way, there are other civilians, and if you take them hostage, you should be able to negotiate, right?"

"No way, the other civilians have already been driven out of the front by ourselves. Wasn't you the one who said at that time that you wanted to monopolize the merits of the war, and you were in a league with him, and you planned all this?"

"You are making a big rebellious remark, I will sue you to the Senate!"

Looking at the elders who began to riot, Satarando laughed: "Pampered pure-bloods, your society is built little by little by us civilians, and the abilities you are proud of only come from your parents...... Why should those who work hard be ruled by beings like you. Panic pureblood, the vacancy in the Senate after your death will shake the foundation of the Bloodline completely, and the FΓΌhrer will not sit idly by with this. I believe that he will have to choose truly talented people to succeed you, even if they will have to be civilians in the future. ”

Having said that, Satarandot's heart was still a little flustered. Not gathering all the elders as planned before proceeding would be extremely risky.

If any of them escape, it will not be a new era of civilians, but a brutal suppression and purge of the purebloods. Although now they have no idea of retreating due to their numerical superiority and have chosen to fight themselves, the moment when the gap between the two sides becomes apparent as time goes on, it is time for them to change their strategy.

Can't make them aware of what they're worried about, or can they divert their minds elsewhere?

"Your idea is good, and you're right, this generation of pure-bloods is too comfortable, without blood baptism, they will always be just some juniors who can't get on the stage. ”

The sudden hoarse sound pierced the ears like rough pine bark, and with it came the air that suddenly became unusually hot.

It's not the heat of war, it's an unbearable heat from the depths of the soul, like the blood in the body boiling anytime and anywhere, a heat that makes people panic.

"This breath...... Could it be!" Satarando's eyes showed shock for the first time, he had never encountered such an unexpected thing as he had ever encountered such an unexpected thing, at the moment when the heat came, there was even a rare retreat in his heart, and the indescribable frustration instantly made his body tremble, "Burning blood, one of the core members of the Senate ......"

The surrounding flames began to jump unnaturally, bandages full of incantations detached and converged from the flames, and the aura of the true blood clan powerhouse gradually shrouded the ruins.

Satarando couldn't help but take a small step back, and then the hoarse voice in the void sounded again:

"The third clan, Mosfes, send. ”