At this moment, Howard put on a hooded cloak, and his face was hidden in the darkness under the brim, and he could not see his expression. But from his unnatural blood core pulsation, he could feel his mood at the moment.

"It's not war!, it's extermination!" Howard roared.

Among the corpses thrown into the fire, there were many children, and even babies. Any Bloodline that appears in front of the eyes of the parliamentary warriors will be slaughtered indiscriminately. And Palokia chose the ancient castle as the battlefield, and planned to directly wipe out the backbone of the entire Byrne clan. For this reason, he even did not hesitate to take some parliamentary soldiers as burials.

This war, from the very beginning, was not intended to leave any room alive. The intention of the Demon Descendants is to permanently destroy the bloodline of the Byrne Clan.

If it weren't for the appearance of Night Pupil and Thousand Nights, Howard would inevitably fall, and the Byrne Clan, which was troubled internally and externally, would also perish.

"There are still many betrayers in your clan, do you need to spend some more time to deal with them?"

If it weren't for these betrayers, there would not have been a lack of blood supply to the blood coffin, the blood reserve could not be used, and Howard would not have been able to recover in a complete state. It will also not be able to destroy the communication device, and it will not be able to send the serious situation of the invasion of the clan castle to the Queen of the Night.

If the Mora family castle of the Caton clan saw the appearance of parliamentary troops, the night pupil could not make a complete judgment of the situation, but Palokia's attack on the castle of the Byrne clan has even exceeded the bottom line of the holy war. Only in antiquity did wars between the dark races go so far.

Howard suddenly seemed to be hundreds of years old, and said tiredly, "No need. After this battle, if those people were still alive, they should have understood that the Demon Descendants had no intention of letting them survive at all. Rather than wasting time trying to get them out, I think I should think about why there are so many betrayers. ”

The sun is shining on the twilight again, and the eternal thin clouds in the sky soften the intense sunlight and sprinkle it on the earth.

Castle Middel is gone, but the billowing plumes of smoke are still visible. Howard, who was running on the mountains, slowed down, and couldn't help but look back again, before he picked up his speed and kept up with the night pupils and thousand nights in front.

When Habs walked into Emma's city, he didn't even look up at the towering towers and the walls full of age.

Stepping onto the quaint streets of yellow sand, Habs sensed that the rules of the world around him were slightly different, which is characteristic of all half-planes and small worlds.

Although Habs was only a prince and extremely young, he had no shortage of experience in this area, and the change of environmental rules had almost no effect on him, and he still had time to look at the war city in front of him.

The city is typical of the ancient Apennine city-state, with a small flat square behind the gates, which was originally used for travelers to suspend their carriages, but is now filled with a flat, black float boat shaped like a flounder.

This floating boat has a strange shape, but the hull is unexpectedly comfortable and beautiful, the shell is completely sealed, and it is impossible to find out where the fire point is, as if it is an unarmed civilian boat.

However, Habs saw that his pupils shrank slightly, this appearance was the legendary Void Behemoth Golden Flounder, but he couldn't tell that the floating boat in front of him was just a shape, or it was really made of the skeleton of a Void Behemoth.

Under the gangway of the floatboat stood two archdukes, the one Habs knew the Demon Descendant was Georgie of the Abyss, and the Archduke of the Spider Demon was a woman, and Habbs had never heard of her.

When the two archdukes saw Habs, they first bowed and saluted, and when Habs returned the salute, there was no expression on his face, but he was a little puzzled by the respectful attitude of the two.

Then after Archduke Georgette and Habs greeted him, the Archduke of the Spider Demon introduced himself, and it turned out to be Melina, one of the deputy heads of the Crystal Spider of the Spider Guard Regiment.

When Habs saw the Parliament's observer of the war in his cabin, the Glitterless Nightmare, Prattic, he was not much surprised. The atmosphere of the two meeting this time was very peaceful, and they saluted each other like a ceremony.

Immediately afterwards, the two Grand Dukes made a brief report.

When he heard that the leader of the advance force was Duke Doyle, who was at the top of the peaks, Habs's heart moved slightly. Just look at the strong lineup in front of you is not weak, even if there is no Maharaja to appear, the power of Emma's City is still unclear, and it is enough to fight a local war.

The limited number of troops mentioned by the speaker before should mean that there were no cannon fodder troops at all this time. Habs pondered the words in the briefing, and it seemed that the task assigned to him by the council was quite normal on the surface. It's just that the Demon Emperor personally came over and asked him to give the council a task, which is not normal in itself.

After hearing this, Prattic nodded, turned to Habs, and asked, "The half-plane jump will be activated in fifteen minutes, do you want to take a look around the city first?"

Habs shook his head and said, "No. He was now sitting in a relaxed position, leaning back in his chair, not to the point of being rude, but not particularly in line with the etiquette of such a semi-formal occasion.

Prattic glanced at him, said a few more words to the two archdukes, and the two of them exited the door.

"Really don't you look at how Emma's City works and handles?"

With only two people left in the room, Habs leaned his head back in his chair and closed his eyes. Listening to Pratttick's question, he replied lightly: "The speaker said that I can have full command?"

"yes!"

"Well, then I'll just command it then. ”

Prattic suddenly cried and laughed, but when he saw the tiredness that Habs did not hide, a trace of worry flashed between his brows, "You are still not healed from your injuries in the new world?"

"It doesn't matter if it's hurt, it's just a little tired. ”

Prattic was silent for a moment, knowing that Habs had actually been drafted in advance, and had spent three days on the nearby island of Sepula, serving as the Speaker's deputy, dealing with the recent flood of military affairs from the New World.

It's just that it's called a miracle place, but it's not such an easy place to stay.

The Eternal Hall and its affiliated islands are already considered to be at the top of the world, and the Force environment, the pressure of the Void, and the influence of the Holy Mountain make it impossible for the Earl and below to operate normally. Therefore, the parliament is placed here with special buildings and high-level institutions.

Habs didn't leave the island in the past three days, originally with his rank should not have such an obvious impact, but the injuries he suffered in the New World were not easy to heal, and he also fought in the Sacred Tree Forest, so it was inevitable that there would be some injuries.

After a moment of silence in the room, Prattic suddenly noticed that Habs's breathing had become steady, and his breathing was relatively weak, and he fell asleep.

Prattic was stunned and smiled wryly, should this be understood as a sign that Habs still had a trust in him? or a silent protest and disregard? Prattic's figure was removed from its place, leaving room for Habs alone.

After a few moments, the whole city shook a little, and Emma's City began to jump.

In the void outside the edge of the Beacon Continent, more than a dozen warships of the dark race hovered silently.

The flagship of this fleet is a Duke-class ship, and its appearance suggests that its owner is a werewolf. Half of the rest of the warships bear the emblem of cross-blooded twin swords, which are directly under the council, and the other half are of different styles, which can be seen to be the combined fleet of various races.

On the flagship, Werewolf Duke Doyle is holding a Force pistol and is repairing the barrel of a fist. He looked leisurely, as if he was not in the sky above the battlefield, but enjoying a rare vacation.

There was a knock on the door, and the adjutant came in with a stack of reports, not handing it to Doyle, but reading aloud the latest developments, as is customary.

Doyle was silent and listened quietly, and the adjutant kept talking until the end.

Doyle nodded and said, "It's good, they are quite neat this time." ”

The adjutant was a werewolf count, and he chimed in: "In those two provinces, there are no decent strong people at all, if Johnny and they can't even do this, let's retire and return to their hometown as soon as possible! However, my lord, the Youtong Pass of the Great Qin Zhao Valve is too close, should we set up a defense line first? lest they interfere?"

Doyle looked at a Force sundial on the table at hand, and said with a smile: "No, according to the original plan, when the time comes, no matter what the outcome of the battle, all the troops must be recovered." Remember my order, it was all taken back. In fifteen minutes, the adults will arrive. ”

The Werewolf Count didn't understand every word Doyle said, but he knew how to obey. The werewolf count repeated Doyle's order aloud, and after receiving Doyle's jaw signal, he exited the room.

Doyle lowered his head and continued to wipe the barrel of the gun in his hand.

On a Bloodline-style warship on the outskirts of the fleet, there was a Bloodline Marquis in the first officer's cabin, who seemed more leisurely than Doyle, reading an ancient parchment book alone.

He suddenly looked up with a sense of feeling, and saw a person quietly appear in the room at some point.

Marquis Lynnard looked surprised, but did not make any other moves, just sat up straight, and then stood up with great ease. He bowed deeply to the blood-descended elder in front of him, or rather the projection of the elder.

Lynard then pulls out a mixture of blood crystals and crystals and unleashes a simple, sound-blocking Force circle.

Habs was satisfied with his reaction, nodded, and said, "Is there anything going on in the clan these days?"

Linnard said, "After you and the Speaker left, we were also called up the next day to form a team at the Black Sun Swordsman Base in the Council. ”

Habs thought for a moment and asked a question that had nothing to do with the one in front of him, "You have been cultivating recently, can you see the Holy River?"

Linnard said honestly: "Except for the last time, I don't know which great power was promoted, the Holy River has appeared, and it has never been since then. If you are around, you will occasionally see the shadow of the holy river, but it cannot be touched and there is no response. ”

Habs nodded and said, "Next, when you have the opportunity to perform a ground mission, just leave the team, don't go to any Blood Continent, find a neutral place to stay." ”

Linald's face changed, but he didn't ask more, only said, "Aren't you going with me?"

Habs was slightly stunned and said, "I can't." ”

Linald said, "You, like me, didn't belong there in the first place. ”

"But they are all descendants of Samael. Habs looked at the young Bloods in front of him with a soft expression, pursed his lips and stubbornly looked, vaguely childish when he first picked him up.

Linald asked, "Is it the Council, or the Demons, who already know about the Paradise Lost Lab?"

Habs said, "Forget about it completely, it has nothing to do with you." ”

Linnard was silent again, and after a long while, he said, "Yes, father, as you wish." Then, regardless of whether or not there would be any movement, he knelt down on one knee in front of the Habs, as if to perform one last rite.

Habs's hand ran over the young marquis's forehead, followed by a soft sigh. When the projection of Habs was gone, Linald looked up and stared at the drop of blood that the elder had left in his palm.