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It was a young girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, bound in a humiliating position by the thick rope of her arms, her body naked, her snow-white skin exposed to the air, and the slight bulge could be faintly seen.

At this time, she was pressed to her knees on the ground, her hands pressed behind her back, as if she was a little overwhelmed, her body swayed a little, and her face showed a look of pain and fear.

However, she tried to open and close her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

A stout man in a tuxedo stood aside, his eyes bloodshot and glowing with evil.

He grabbed the girl's hair fiercely with one hand, but gently stroked her face with the other, with a wisp of reluctance, and an almost murmuring voice sounded in the girl's ears: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just once, soon." Don't worry, I've forgiven your parents' debts.

However, they will be there for you very quickly. ”

The girl's frightened eyes suddenly rounded, as if she wanted to say something, but a sharp dagger had already slashed through her throat.

Poof

Blood splattered, and Yin Hong's liquid flew directly several meters high, and when it fell, it had already stained the entire altar in front of her.

Before dying, the girl's muscles trembled violently and struggled, her white thighs rubbed blood marks on the ground, her eyes were full of despair, pain, fear and unwillingness, but gradually lost all light, and finally only a pale and dead silence remained.

The stout man stood aside and watched quietly, his eyes flashed with an intoxicated expression of appreciation, and after the girl really died, he quickly stabbed the girl in the chest, skillfully opened a cross, and dug out the warm heart.

He licked the blade's blood almost greedily, drunk with longing, but he placed his heart on the blood-soaked altar.

Then he fell to his knees again, and exclaimed with a frenzied expression: "The pure blood of the virgin, the fiery heart, the soul that sees hope in despair, and completely despairs in hope."

Thy faithful servant, my great master, offers the most precious gift and desires your coming. ”

With the call, an invisible force seemed to fill the entire space, and the heart of the altar burned with black flames, and the rolling heat spread in all directions, but instead of making people feel the light, it spread endless evil and fear.

The stout man instinctively trembled under this force, and he fell to his knees, his head buried deep in the ground.

The black flames condensed into a mass in mid-air, and suddenly condensed and collided, and a narrow crack directly opened in the void, and an eye burning with flames stood out in the void.

Just staring, the space seemed to creak and squeak, and with the pupils shrinking, a mournful soul was twisted and pulled into the eyes.

An inexplicably loud voice resounded in mid-air: "What a delicious soul, my faithful servant, you will be rewarded by me." ”

"The satisfaction of the master is my greatest honor!" the stout man trembled, and stiffened his head: "Master, this call to you is because our plans have been varied. ”

"Variables, I don't like variables!" the grand voice was slightly cold: "What's the matter? Aren't the last descendants of the Igor family already dead?"

"Yes, yes, but now there's an illegitimate child back. It is said to be the product of Harvey's overnight romance outside, as long as he has the blood of the Igor family in his veins, as long as he can open the magic circle, he will prevent the arrival of his master. ”

"A bastard, bastard, quack, very good, very good, but how can my great plans be hindered by an illegitimate child?

So, my faithful servant, will you share my sorrows?"

"Great master, your orders are my goal"

"We need another assassination, and I will give you enough strength to kill him, stir up enough chaos to cause the Rose Castle to be reduced to ashes in the flames, and then, my Legion of Blood is about to descend.

I don't like to fail again, I don't like to repeat it again and again, this is the last time, and I don't want to hear about it again. ”

"Yes, yes, my master!"

"So, in my will, go ahead!"

The light of a pitch-black flame imprinted on the stout man's forehead, revealing the head of a deep hell purgatory.

This is actually the first layer of the Nine Layers of Hell, the lord who controls Aphnath, the symbol of the powerful Deep Hell Purgatory Byer.

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The Marquis de Bach, in a luxurious room.

This is a woman who is indescribably beautiful, a light silk veil is on the body, covering the most critical position, but it can't hide the hot body that makes the blood go out.

The white skin like jade, the towering snowy peaks, the thin waist that is less than a hand, the straight thighs, and the smile that makes people unable to refuse the pity are enough to make any man turn into a beast.

She walked cattifully to the bed, where a man lay naked.

Of course, the man didn't seem too excited, but looked a little frightened.

He couldn't stop twisting his body, and the muscles in his body bulged as he moved, but the chains that bound his limbs seemed to have a strange power, making it impossible for him to lift his strength.

And as she got closer and closer, the man's eyes became more and more frightened, and through the reflection of his eyes, it could be seen that this beautiful woman actually had two raised sharp teeth, which extended from the corners of her mouth, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

Ten minutes later.

The man was too dead to die, with two holes in his neck, his blood drained, and his face was like an orgasm.

The beautiful woman was already sitting at a table, and with a smile, she tapped the table lightly and said, "Hehe, I really want to see this new Grand Duke, and I don't know if his blood is also so sweet." ”

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The splendid Temple of Waukin, in the living room.

The high priest, dressed in a golden silk robe that was almost reflective, stood under the idol of the god of wealth, and asked a man beside him, who was not much taller than a dwarf, "Praise be to my God, the splendor of Wojin is everywhere, Elif, is the news true?"

"Praise be to my God, the splendor of Wokkin is everywhere. Your Excellency High Priest, the news sent by Steward Jabbar should be true. And, tomorrow night there will be an informal dinner party, supposedly, that one will meet us for the first time. The dwarf, known as Elif, replied:

"Do you think we need to woo him?"

"It stands to reason that people like him, who have just arrived and have nothing to rely on, should be the best to control. It's hard to say, though, and I didn't meet him after all. ”

"Ilief, I trust your eyes, use your eyes to see what kind of person he really is. If obedient, we can support him as the Grand Duke of the Rose Collar, and of course, in return, Ilmassu will become the new residence of my god Vorkin.

Our God has issued an oracle that as long as the Great Temple can be located in Ilmassu, it will be the time when you and I will become God's chosen people. ”

"Praise be to me my God!"

"Praise my God!"

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In another place, several men in black robes gathered, they were all tall, short, fat and thin, but they all had a ring on their hands, which was two twisted snakes intertwined, each poking out its core in mid-air.

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The residence of the Minister of War.

Eliad, with his emerald green hair, sat down in his chair and muttered, "How did I not know that Harvey had an illegitimate child......?

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Ivory White Tower, top floor.

An old wizard with a white beard who had already mopped the floor looked at the Rose Castle standing together on the top of the hill with cloudy eyes, looking at the place where the giant beast seemed to be entrenched in the darkness, and did not know what to think.