"At this time, the Führer should have arrived in Hongchuan. Looking at a small town not far away from the burning ruins under siege by the elders, Satarando took off his binoculars and casually threw aside his improvised battle plan, "Now it's time for me to do what I need to do." ”

What the Führer handed over to him were a dozen or so pure-blood descendants of the Blood Clan who had just been promoted to the Senators. They don't have a huge family like the other patriarchs, and naturally they don't have many blood slaves as cannon fodder, but for them, this kind of opportunity to hover over the weak defense of the human race while harassing the human race while strengthening their own power will definitely not be turned down.

As Satarantó envisioned, when attacking towns and cities, as long as the battle situation is overwhelmingly superior, the pure-bloods watching the battle in the rear will make the civilian bloodlines who have been fighting for a long time retreat, and then almost effortlessly devour the results of the battle, wantonly looting the surviving humans and fighting for the right to turn them into their own blood slaves. Ironically, the injuries on the bodies of these patriarchs were not from humans, but from competing kinds.

However, this is not difficult to understand, after all, they are not as senior as the other patriarchs, and for them who have not participated in previous wars, any human who might become a blood slave has a reason to snatch it.

"You guys, as I said before, go and feint the next town. Satarando pushed his glasses, glanced at the many Bloods behind him with some reluctance, and then walked towards the war-scorched ruins with a firm step.

Behind him came the sound of people laying down their weapons and saluting him, but he didn't stop, he knew that if he turned back again, he probably wouldn't have the courage to face the doomed destruction again.

The town had been completely transformed into a hunting ground for the young senators, and the screaming and fleeing humans in the streets were not because they had escaped from the senators, but because they had deliberately let them go for fun. Living humans carry warm blood, and no matter where they flee, they will not escape the eyes of the Bloodclan.

Walking between these people, Satarantó did not have any sympathy. For him, human beings are aliens, and the cruelty of war can completely shatter even the rationality of the same kind, let alone this kind of war between different races.

An immature scream, mixed with endless despair and fear, sounded piercing from not far away.

Satarantó continued to walk with his head down, staring at the blood-stained ground beneath his feet and thinking, "Ah, I guess it's a teenager when I hear the voice." But this is war, I don't need to meddle with it, and it will be more successful to wait until they have fun to end.

Then an elder's voice came from the other direction: "Lavis, why do you always like this kind of hatchling?" If you want to make a blood slave, wouldn't it be better to be bigger?I heard that you also dress up your blood slave carefully, and this disgusting interest in collecting humans is rarely done even by the old predecessors. ”

This is war, and I don't need to meddle with it.

"It's a work of art, can you understand a work of art? I don't want unconscious blood slaves, it's interesting to raise them alive. ”

This is war, I don't need to meddle with it, it's an interracial ...... How can it be.

Sighing, Satarando stopped and turned to look at the patriarch who was holding a little girl in one hand: "Lavis, don't waste time. Even if it's livestock, it's too immoral to be too frightened, isn't it?"

Ah, really, what am I doing? I had already planned to do it when I was gathering to celebrate, but wouldn't it be more difficult for myself to provoke a dispute at this time? Besides, what good could I do to save a human being?

"Huh?" Lavis turned to look at Satarantó when he heard the voice, and the corners of his mouth turned slightly to reveal the arrogant posture of the superior, "You are indeed a civilian, and I began to suspect it when I was in the team before." Civilians, this is a pure-blood business, for the sake of you are the person that the Führer values, as long as you don't continue to meddle in things, I won't chase ......"

Before Savis could finish his words, the weight of his arm seemed to disappear suddenly. After a moment's pause, the sound of ** falling to the ground and the girl's panting cough came into his ears, followed by severe pain and the consciousness of "broken arm" echoed in his brain.

"You!"

"Do you know I did it? Lavis, the person you're talking to isn't a Blood Commoner, it's the brains of the Senate. Satarando's eyes were surging with a strange blood color at this time, and the lenses that were blocking him shattered, "Between your disrespect for me, I will let you experience the emotion of regret little by little." ”

"Impossible, impossible......" Lavis, who covered his severed arm with his other hand, stared at Satarandot deadly, and in addition to anger, an emotion called panic filled his pupils, "How can civilians use it by intervening in reality through blood and energy, that is, black magic!, Satarandot, how did you do it!"

The roar attracted the other patriarchs, and in full view, Lavis's waist straightened slightly. It is both common sense and inevitable that civilians in the Bloodlines cannot use dark magic, nor are they strong enough to harm purebloods. It is precisely because of this common sense that he will openly provoke Sattarandot, because he knows that Sattaranto will not be able to hurt himself at all.

But it was clear that he was wrong. Satarando's blood qi is unusually active, and it can be compared to those old guys at the core of the Senate. Even more shocking was that Satarando used his abilities, the kind of thing that broke his arm with just one glance, and what he called it black magic.

If he had been on guard, Lavis would never have been injured, after all, using the Dark Arts to defend against the opponent's attack is the foundation of the foundation.

Satarando smiled lightly and did not speak, and in the next moment, his body suddenly shook, and in the blink of an eye, he dragged the remnants of the Dao Dao to rush to Lavis's body, and at some point, several thin swords condensed with blood and qi around his body easily broke through the defenses set up by Lavis in a hurry with the help of huge potential energy, and the sound of being pierced was particularly harsh at this moment.

"Satarandot, what are you doing!" "Lavis!" "How can a commoner be capable, and a plurality of abilities?" "Blood Qi Blade, Swift Movement, and Telekinesis Blaster, aren't those abilities only available to purebloods!"

There was a commotion all over the place, but it didn't go beyond Sataranto's expectations. On the contrary, if the onlookers were still calm, the civilian blood clan Satarando who had done all this would have panicked.

The blood thorn that pierced Lavis's body burst without hesitation, and under the reflection of the flames of war, the night wind blew away, and Lavis, who had only been flattered and named a patriarch not long ago, turned into cold yellow sand and slowly dispersed, leaving only a tattered suit in the thorn-like blood thorns.

"Human," Satarando glanced at the girl who was lying on the ground looking at her in horror, a little out of breath, bent down and pulled the shivering other party up, reached out and took out a nameplate and a letter from her clothes and stuffed it into her hand, "go find the surviving humans for protection, and remember to give the letter to a group of idiots who claim to be the shield of justice." If you encounter a vampire like us on the way, you can keep you safe by showing him this nameplate. Go quickly!"

Looking at the girl who was frightened by her roar and fled in a hurry, Satarando pushed the glasses that were only framed, turned to scan the elders in the town who already regarded themselves as enemies, and laughed softly: "Are you ready, if you don't fight me with the determination to die, you will die." ”

Really, I'm still really nosy. But it doesn't matter, although it is a little different from the plan at first, but the result should be about the same.

Thinking so, he pushed his glasses again, and rushed out with a sudden force under his feet......