The Bloodline City of Ramikis has always been about rigidity, boredom, and chaos.

This has absolutely to do with the fact that Ramikis, as the lord of the city, never goes out to manage his city, but today's city has become extraordinarily lively, and the originally chaotic urban dividing line has become very clear at this time, and countless half-breeds in the lower city are like fledglings in a storm to hide themselves in the corners of the house as much as possible.

Today is the day of the gathering of the big men of the blood clan, and this news was passed on to the lower city a long time ago.

All the blood nobles were forced by the blood from other cities to clean all the streets and wipe down a single wall, just for the upcoming meeting of the city lords.

And Ramikis, as the lord of the city, seems to stay on the top floor of his castle without being disturbed by the outside world, staying alone, no, strictly speaking, two people.

In front of Ramikis was a man in a glass jar, with an oriental face, naked from top to bottom. But his eyes were tightly closed and he looked like a dead man, but his heaving chest proved that he was still alive.

"East, they're coming. Our former brothers, but they have forgotten, forgotten who we once were. The mere warning of the near death scared the hell out of them. ”

"We're cursed, and we're slewing in our blood the filthy cursed creatures that belong to us, wantonly hunting and killing humans. Those who were originally elegant races, deprived of everything to survive in the so-called lower town. ”

"The world has changed East, the world has really changed. ”

"You once said to me that in your world, the stars are cold stones, not the thrones that anyone lifts. It should be a stone, and the shrine should be something placed in the center of the crowd. ”

"But in the world now, there are no stars. They all say that we are the root cause of the sinking of this continent, are we really right?"

"Perhaps, but ultimately a loser. The loser is not worthy of the word correct. The man's voice mixed with the crash of the armor rang out.

"Renard, you're the first to come. Ramikis didn't look back and said, "What a punctual knight." ”

"This is one of the most cherished qualities of a knight. Renard said, walking over to Ramikis and joining him in looking at the man in the huge glass jar in front of him.

"You really had Ralph and Conrad copy him together. Renard sighed and said, "Why bother. ”

"You and I both know that it's just a ridiculous replica. It can't be him. Renard whispered, "You know, both physical appearance and physical appearance are appearances, but a free soul like him does not exist. ”

"How did you get in?" Ramikis didn't answer, but asked a question.

Instead of answering, Renard rang out as the black-haired young man in a cloth suit facing him in heavy armor.

"Be my knights, and together, we will build a mortal world!" said the young man.

He agreed, and then watched the man rise like a comet, and then fall like a meteor.

"Crazy. Renard said, then turned and left the room.

"You can get ready to come out, Ramikis, everybody's coming soon. Reynard, who had walked out of the room, thought about it and turned around to remind him.

Ramikis didn't answer, but quietly looked at the person in front of him who was soaked in a glass jar. After a long time, Ramikis sighed and turned to leave.

As Ramikis left the room, a faint black gas rose and appeared in front of the glass jar with a tiny snake.

Frank reverted to his human form, and the dark shadow on one side condensed into Ralph's appearance.

"Tut-tut, I guess all castles have your backhand. Frank asked.

Ralph didn't answer Frank's words, but a small magic pattern formation appeared in his hand, and at the same time as the magic pattern appeared, the eyes of the man who was originally standing in the glass jar suddenly opened, and in the eyes of the person in the jar, the same two magic pattern arrays rotated differently.

"So this guy's coma is also your hands and feet, it's really interesting, obviously a companion, but so careful to be wary. Frank said.

Ralph said coldly as he untied the magic on the man in the jar, "Ramikis would be crazy if he got a living Easter, even if he knew it was nothing more than a copy." ”

At this point, Easter's eyes closed again, but if he looked closely, his face had begun to have a confused expression.

"So you turned this poor guy into a plastic doll and put that old man in front of YY for nearly a thousand years, and his good friend is still alive?" Frank said speechlessly, "It's really cruel." ”

"If it were you, Ramikis would be dead by now. Ralph snorted, "My work is ready, what about yours?"

Frank stretched his waist indifferently and said, "Don't worry, my work is not dead, I am 100% sure of this." So there's no hurry, I don't know if your thing can be used as a raw material, and if it can't be used, I need to find another way. ”

"You'd better speed yourself, our game has already begun, and I don't have that much patience to waste time with you. Ralph said.

Frank didn't say much, but changed back into the form of a snake, and the door to the room was pushed open again, and Ralph, dressed in a black robe, walked in with Ramikis, and as the two walked by, Frank climbed up the robe that Ralph had dragged on the ground.

After Ramikis took Ralph to briefly inspect the man in the jar, the two turned and left, leaving only one of the man in the jar to sleep alone in the room.

As Ramikis entered the chamber, no one noticed that a small snake crawled out of Ralph's robes, scrutinizing the thorns that were wrapped around the legs of the table.

"It's spectacular. Frank whispered, "Tear apart a part of each person's true spirit, forcibly seal it in this table that ties closely to them, and then curse all of them at the same time." This technique is simply miraculous. ”

No matter what Frank was doing under the table, the meeting of the twelve on the table had already begun.

"So the old rules, let me start with them. Modal looked at the crowd on the field and sighed.

"First of all, the temple confirmed that it was against us, and the guy who was caught by Tania has already revealed part of the information, that is, he is not really the means of the temple, he is just a poor victim. Modal said.

But the more this is the case, the more it shows that the temple's idea of doing something to us is more real. We have to be ready for the war that is coming, and I hope each of us can be ready. Modal said, looking at the eleven on the field.

Everyone nodded yes, and for some reason, Frank suddenly found it funny.

The twelve, or eleven, who had ascended to the throne of the gods, would now be alarmed by a piece of unsure news.

They are constantly paralyzing themselves, using their own ways, and life becomes a tormenting shackle at this time, and unfortunately, this shackle is forever.

Without the bearing of the strong, without the size of the strong, the Light did not take their lives, but it did kill them. They're not fighters anymore, they're just a bunch of pathetic losers, that's all.

Of the twelve, the only, or the only one who knew the truth as well as Frank, was waiting to put his companions on the table as gambling equipment.

This is the last consolation of the Twelve Councils of the Bloods, a group of losers.