Soft lips kissed Philip on the back all the way to the base of his neck, Grace gently leaned over Philip's broad shoulders, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the rare tranquility with his lover.

The Afrikaner riots were finally suppressed, and most of the rioters, at least superficially, were taken into barracks outside the city, guarded by Guards soldiers.

The troops of the surrounding provinces from afar temporarily took over the defense of the provincial capital of Galia, and the former Afghan soldiers were only screened by the military judge before they had the opportunity to return to service, and if they were found to have participated in the smashing and looting, they were immediately expelled from the army and imprisoned with the thugs.

Martial law, screening, and the affairs of Africa and Galia all weighed on Philip, and he was tired every day like a spinning top that would not stop, from here to place, and from that place to this place.

Every day, almost only late at night, Grace has the opportunity to see his lover, looking at Philip's tired face, Grace is not willing to eat and pestering Philip like a little girl.

"Don't make a fuss. ”

Philip turned around and took Grace into his arms, his eyes were still closed, sleeping, it was simply the greatest joy in life, Philip felt like a college entrance examination student in his previous life, forever sleep-deprived.

The soft hand on Philip's temple made the man feel an ethereal comfort, his brain was lazy, the troubles of the world seemed to be far away from him, and soon Monsieur de Count fell into a sweet dream again.

"Knock knock!"

The good times don't last long, and Philip is just asleep when he is woken up by a knock on the door. The man felt like he didn't even want to move a finger, let alone open the door.

Grace glanced at the lazy fellow on the bed, got up from the wide red bed, and put on a dark red loose dressing gown, which matched the duchess's burgundy hair, and showed her bright beauty even more.

Taking the letter from the maid who did not dare to enter the door, Grace walked back to the bed, and inadvertently, the little man's waist was wrapped in the man's hands and pulled to sit on the bed. Philip pressed his head to Grace's round thigh.

"Don't tell me anything. What repression reports, screening reports are not as important as my sleep. With that, Philip's hand reached into the slit of Grace's nightdress, as he was used to. Discover the secrets of women.

"Smack!"

Grace patted the back of the man's hand. Letter from Dean James. You're not looking?"

Hearing James's name, Philip opened his eyes at once, and sat up against the loose pillows of the queen bed. Picking apart the magic flying letter sent by Grace and glancing at it, the expression on Philip's face became happy, and the face of holding Grace shook widely.

"Moda, Dean James has completed the design of the Crystal Gun!"

Long before coming to Africa, Philip summoned James to make it miniaturized according to the principle of the Crystal Cannon, preferably designed to be the size of the Crystal Gun in his hand, which was what he called the Crystal Gun.

Taking it a step further, he wrote a manuscript and gave it to Mullen to send to Lobit Academy, and asked him to hand it over to James.

The Crystal Cannon's Wind Gathering Circle and Compressed Air Heavy Pressure Technique had to be painted in such detail that they could only be done in a small metal barrel, a skill that only a magister like James could do.

The letter also clearly mentioned that Gary has trial-produced a small barrel that can withstand huge pressure, but the yield rate is not high, but it doesn't matter, the first step is just to be able to make it, and then study it slowly after large-scale manufacturing.

The projectile of the magic crystal gun is also different from the projectile of the magic crystal cannon, eliminating the internal spikes used to expand the killing range, and the one-on-one magic crystal gun pursues not to kill as many enemies as possible, but to kill a single enemy as effectively as possible, so, at Philip's request, the projectile is made into a sharp ground similar to the bullet in this world.

Using the rebound force of Heavy Pressure, the projectile will be shot into the enemy's chest and explode on the ground, as was the case with the dummmy bullet that was once strictly forbidden on Earth. The warhead after the explosion can even produce a huge trauma more than ten or even dozens of times larger than the cross-sectional area of the projectile, exert tremendous pressure on the blood circulation system of the injured person, and the lethality rate of the limbs is 20 percent, the death rate of the abdominal cavity is 70 percent, the fatality rate of the right chest is 70 percent, and the death rate of the left chest and heart is 100 percent.

There is no United Nations, no international tribunal, no one will be held accountable for the mistreatment of prisoners, and the ability to kill the enemy more effectively and quickly is the most desired by soldiers of all countries, and Philip's development of the Magic Crystal Gun and its explosive bullets will only be welcomed rather than blamed.

After interrogating Jeffrey and learning that the Heras Bloodline intended to create cannon fodder in Africa and that Carcassonne was the Grand Duke, he wrote to James again to urge him to make a few magic crystal guns as soon as possible to use against them.

Philip knows that his speed is definitely not superior to that of the Bloodline, and the last time he killed Jeffrey, it was because there was a Grace of the same level as him who was helping, or he was helping Grace, the main attack was Grace, and the auxiliary was Philip.

If he encounters the Bloodlines alone, their speed will pose a deadly threat to Philip.

In Philip's opinion, no matter how fast the blood clan is, it is always faster than the speed of a gun, and with this kind of weapon, even if he faces the blood clan alone, he has the confidence to fight.

Another point, even if it is a powerful duke-level bloodline, he can resist a certain degree of magic attacks, but the explosive bullet enters their body, and then explodes on the ground, Philip doesn't believe it, and the bloodline can automatically replenish a body.

Thinking of this, Philip was in a good mood, threw the letter aside, stripped Grace's clothes off three or two times, and threw himself at the Aries-like duchess......

On the surface. The army from the neighboring provinces came, the rioters seemed to be suppressed, and the proportion of vicious cases that occurred every day dropped to almost nothing.

However, it almost didn't happen, not nothing, there were always a few cases of the Bloods attacking other races every day, and every time the soldiers arrived at the scene of the crime, the Bloods with strong speed had already run away, even if they were lucky enough to catch a few. But. Cases like this still happen every day.

Gradually, the number of cases went from almost nothing to a few per day to a dozen per day, which plunged the newly calm Afrika into an atmosphere of oppressive terror.

In order to calm the hearts of the people. Philip had to personally lead the soldiers on patrol in the streets. He said that he attaches great importance to this supreme officer. For a while, it also gained a lot of people's hearts.

However, the number of cases of bloodline attacks is still not decreasing, and it is increasing.

"Ahh

A woman's screams pierced the night sky. With a wave of his hand, Philip beckoned the outstretched soldier to follow him to the place where the sound originated.

The magic lamp held by the soldier swayed from side to side with his hurried footsteps, like a leaf that could be blown off at any moment in the wind, and in front of him, a dark alleyway, like a monster that was constantly devouring life.

The woman's screams grew weaker and weaker, and when Philip arrived, he saw a pale woman lying on the ground, with several round holes in her neck and wrists, and there was no blood flowing out.

The blood is completely drained!

Philip thought in shock.

"Roar!"

Ahead, three descendants of the blood clan were yelling at Philip, the dirty and shabby gray coarse linen clothes indicated that these three were newborns who had just transformed from human civilians to blood clans, but they were completely unafraid of the magic pressure after Philip activated the frequency conversion magic system, and dared to roar arrogantly, Philip suddenly remembered a kind of blood clan that Grace had told him.

Failed newborns!

The failed product of the transformation of the blood clan, there is no reason, only bloodthirsty desire, and the ability greatly exceeds that of ordinary blood newborns, and some can reach the level of viscount.

The face of the failed newborn was distorted, and the green tendons were entrenched in his head, and with a loud roar, he ran in the direction of Philip.

Philip had just gathered a fireball when one of the failed newborns who had been rushing towards Philip suddenly jumped high and bounced off the wall next to the alleyway, refracting towards the team behind the Count.

"Ahh

These soldiers are all Guards soldiers who followed Philip all the way from Wellington, and after Caroline ascends the throne, they are also likely to be under her own control, and gaining the support of these soldiers will have a very important impact on Philip's future control of the Guard.

With a quick move, Philip dispersed the fireball technique, clenched his fist and smashed it to the ground, a large area of frost spread from Philip's fist to the bloodline, and soon, the soldier and the defeated newborn were frozen at the same time.

The soldier next to him reacted and immediately swung his sword and slashed the neck of the failed newborn, and was careful not to hurt his comrades.

Seeing their companions killed, the two remaining failed newborns also realize that the group of people is the most threatening to them is Philip, and the two creatures target Philip at the same time, opening their ugly mouths full of fangs, trying to bite off Philip's neck in one bite.

It came at the right time!

Philip was afraid that the two creatures would turn to attack his own soldiers, so that he would have to worry about his subordinates and not be able to use a strong attack on the defeated newborns, and if they attacked him, Philip could attack them directly without any unnecessary worries.

A cyan glow emanated from Philip's hand, and Lord Lobit manipulated two wind blades at the same time to shoot at the defeated newborn.

With an ugly face and bloodthirsty eyes, it seemed that only these two disgusting creatures were left in Philip's eyes, as well as the wind blade under the control of his mental power, and everything around him was ignored by him.

The mind seems to have entered an ethereal state, and Philip has only a goal in his eyes, and a way to achieve it.

The wind blade, like cutting tofu, passed through the necks of two disgusting creatures, and the lifeless flesh fell heavily in front of Philip like two discarded garbage, and although the crimson eyes were weird, they couldn't scare others, who cares about two dead things? (To be continued......