At the beginning of the moon, the cold wind is still blowing.

At the top of the highest hill in Northern Ireland, a sprawling castle stands there.

At night, the castle looks like a sleeping beast, exuding an ancient majesty that is intimidating.

The moonlight in early winter is like a trace of ice falling from the sky, sprinkling the entire Elvis Castle. Let this castle full of decay also be covered with a layer of gorgeous armor.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, you can see that on the ground of the castle, three to five heavily armed warriors are standing guard every ten meters. And in the air, there are also flying knights who control various birds of prey, holding bows and crossbows around the castle and cruising back and forth.

They had to make sure that the entire castle was 365 degrees free of defensive corners. Because, the owner of this castle, the first Grand Duke of the Bruch clan, "Osborne", is in this castle at this moment. And he also brought back the castle's future owner, a viscount named Dylan.

Today is the night of the full moon, and in the thick moonlight, Osborne will perform a christening ceremony for Dylan in the altar of the castle, allowing him to receive the oldest and purest blood inheritance from the Bruch people.

At this time, below the castle, in the center of the Blood Sacrifice Hall. There are twelve Earl-level Bloods from the Bruch Clan, chanting the ancient blood spells that belong to the Bloodline. The spells in their mouths drove majestic magic power, which was automatically carved into shape in the void, and a large array of positive and negative six-pointed stars was laid out.

After the formation of the large array, they all spread their bats wings, attracting Yuehua from the skylight of the main hall. Dylan, on the other hand, sat on a platform made of a single piece of magic eye stone, and inhaled the moonlight they had attracted into his body.

Directly above the main hall, Osborne hovered out of thin air, drawing blood-colored runes with his staff. The runes floated in the air, emitting a rich and dazzling blood light, causing the moonlight to gradually be eroded by the color of blood.

In a blood-colored glow, the original blood of Archduke Dylan from Osborne slowly dissolved, forming a great river that swam all over his body and rushed towards his heart.

After the blood rushed into his heart, he heard a loud bang, and all the blood in Dylan's body was ignited. Clusters of golden-red flames rose from the blood. It burned every corner of Dylan's body, burning the stubborn filth in every corner, turning into wisps of black smoke and expelling from his body with the seven orifices.

As the filth was swept away, all the pores on Dylan's body were opened, and his body was completely transparent.

Then, the cold wind blew in from the 108,000 airs around the body, blowing people's minds for a while. In a trance, Dylan seemed to have come to the ancient world again.

This time, he turned into a golden bat and roamed the world.

After flying over the mountains and the mighty rivers, he came to a place of dead silence. The ground was full of the corpses of various ancient beasts. The blood that flowed from the corpses gathered together to form a river of blood.

Coming to the River of Blood, Dylan seemed to hear a kind voice beckoning him. He followed the instructions of the voice and plunged headlong into the river of blood, sucking in the blood in the river unscrupulously. And the body is nourished by blood and water, and it also thrives.

Dylan's consciousness is immersed in the spiritual world, and the body of the outside world has also changed.

The endless blood-colored moonlight in the main hall was constantly instilled into his body, and the blood was fed by energy, and it was growing madly. The newborn plasma flowed through his body with vigor, washing away every muscle, bone, and vein in his body, and then squeezing it into his heart.

Plop ····· Plop... Plop... Thump!

The heart is driven by the blood, and the force of beating is getting stronger and stronger. The force of the fluctuation caused the heart to burst into tiny wounds on the outside. These wounds are linked to each other, forming mysterious runes.

If Osborne could see it, he would have recognized it, and these runes were the ancient Bloodline word "flame".

He snapped his eyes open, three feet of red light shooting out of them, and then gently flapped the bat's wings behind him.

Smack!

The two batwings suddenly fell, and then he felt a tingling in his back, and with a thud, a new pair of batwings grew from his back.

The newborn bat wings were pitch black, more than three meters long when they were unfolded, and there were egg-sized blood runes on them.

Under the moonlight, the bat's wings flashed with a cold light as if they were made of metal. It doesn't look like it's made of flesh and blood, but rather like a weapon that has been painstakingly crafted.

Dylan waved his bat wings lightly, and the air currents rose with the incitement of the bat wings, dragging Dylan's body back and forth in the wide hall a few times.

Sensing the power of the newborn batwings, Dylan nodded in satisfaction.

At the end of the ceremony, Osborne fell from the sky, and he looked at Dylan with a look of relief in his eyes. "After today, you will be my rightful heir, the rightful son of our Bruch clan. ”

Dylan pressed his right hand on his chest, bent down slightly, and said, "Godfather." ”

After a sacred baptismal ceremony, Dylan has become the heir to Osborne's lineage. According to the Code of the Bloodline, Dylan had the right to inherit Osborne's lands and possessions after his death, and to rule over the lineage.

Osborne removed a key from his chest and placed it in Dylan's hand. With tears shining in his eyes, he sighed deeply: "The ancestors of the Bruhe tribe are above, and I, Alasamas, have finally waited for this day. After generations, our Bruch people will finally return to their former glory. ”

"O people, keep your eyes open, the light that belongs to our blood will rise again, and the land will return to the rule of the blood again. ”

Osborne's voice was fierce and powerful, and under his leadership, the twelve surrounding bloods also knelt down in unison. They shouted: "The glory of the blood clan will rise again, and the whole world will be spread by the blood." ”

The sound spread far through the temple until it was dispersed into the air.

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Time flies, and half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Dylan sat alone on the dome of the castle, leisurely drinking mead while looking at the snowy scene, while absorbing the little moonlight scattered in the air.

It has been more than a month since he returned to Northern Ireland from Yingzhou, and Dylan has not only eliminated the toxins from his body, but also undergone Osborne's baptism. After absorbing the original blood of the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan, although Dylan is still a viscount, his overall strength has made great progress compared to before.

He raised his right hand, looked at the ring carved with countless mysterious patterns on his hand, and sighed slightly dissatisfied.

"Hey!"

Just as Dylan sighed, an inquiry suddenly came from beside him.

"Why sigh, what you have in your hand is one of the thirteen Sacred Weapons of the Blood Clan. ”