A ray of morning light shines at the entrance of the castle, the pavement paved with bluestone bricks reflects a faint golden light, and the lush and dense shrubs of all sizes are neatly arranged on both sides. This is another entrance to the palace, completely devoid of the desolate atmosphere of that side. That's right, the well-known castle on that side is on the edge of the barrier, and it's the spell of the array that makes it look dilapidated. In fact, it's like a place of small upper-class socialisation that was left over from the last century and is still thriving, with people from all walks of life shuttling through it. But it is very secretive, although it is still the aristocratic class, and it is no less than the medieval scene of the future. And in this secret society, the protagonists of the leaders are two first-class talents whose strength and talent can be called. They come and go without a trace, their figures are unpredictable, and their power and influence are of the type that scares people to death. It's a pity that they are black and white people according to the current statement. But this does not seem to be very important, for society is now a time when the aristocracy and the bourgeoisie are equally divided, and the two are inevitably thrown together. Don't think that the aristocracy must be so arrogant that they won't do anything against their identity, in fact, if they do something with thieves, no one will stand up and accuse him. But in this case, these two people are incompatible, and people sometimes can't help but wonder what kind of causal entanglement there is between them, so that they will turn against each other like this. Just as gods and demons are born enemies, not only are they opposites in power, but even their names in this society are opposed to each other, the one who controls the power of light is called Bloodbrier, and the person who controls the power of darkness is called Night Rose. However, there are also many people who also refer to the night rose as the night rose that dripped blood. Why is the name so long? No one knows. It is said, however, that the man is apt to feel a peculiar temperament, not to play tricks on his social devices, but to have a genuine feeling of heartbreak and desire to protect him. And according to those who do good deeds, the blood-dripping Night Rose is not only closely related to the demons, the bloods, and all the other races that belong to the darkness, and has a considerable position among their group, but also that group of people reveres him as king. And the same is true of the Blood Rose in the area of light. In this way, many elves or immortal cultivators, a society of non-human races, may think that they are gods or demons. However, according to rumors, the blood-dripping Night Rose has declared that she is not a god or demon, while the Blood Rose has an ambiguous attitude, so that no one has determined the exact identity of the two so far. However, according to some good deeds, the blood-dripping Night Rose seems to be a direct royal family of the Blood Clan - a speculation that caused a stir - but the Night Rose herself does not seem to object to it, so this speculation has been retained until not long ago, when it was discovered that the Night Rose lived in the Blood Palace, thus confirming that the speculation is at least partially true, that is, it is indeed the royal family of the Blood Clan, but it is difficult to comment on whether it belongs to the direct line. As for the Blood Rose, it is like a fish in water in the divine realm, but we don't know what the specific situation is. But in any case, we are very clear: never provoke them. Because once you touch their bottom line or say something they shouldn't say, then in the end there is only a dead end. Everyone understands this.

There are so many people in the palace today. Chang thought boredly, I really wanted to be lazy and not go to socialize once, but the patriarchs would not agree. I can't really help them. He got up irritably and got dressed for the outing. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a little servant running over and kneeling before him to tell him that the king had come. Okay, Chang thought to himself, and at the same time sighed secretly, signaling for the little guy to leave.

A man dressed in a gorgeous black and gold costume walked over slowly, with a graceful and noble demeanor, showing that his identity was extraordinary. The body is supported by a dark purple python belt, and the dark pattern on it reflects the texture of metal under the illumination of the light. It is one of the symbols of royal power, and the person who wears it is the current king of the Blood Clan.

The Bloodlines are born with the power to wield blood contracts, and as the name suggests, not only do they have the power of blood to gain powerful abilities, but they also naturally need to feed on blood in order to renew the blood and nitrogen in their bodies. Stale blood has little power to speak of, and it makes people old, even though they can live many times the age of humans compared to humans, and they are much slower to age. But since the big mess caused by the vampire bats absorbing too much human blood, the blood clan has also suffered. In fact, what people usually refer to as vampires refers to vampire bats that will emerge from the Americas in the future, while bloodlines are a different matter. So this race in the name of blood suffered a great injury, but fortunately it was only ordinary humans who hurt them. Coupled with the protection of the dark forces and the strength of the blood clan that should not be underestimated, it can finally hold on. But despite this, their power has shrunk. Especially when the Blood Rose learned of this situation, she didn't know what strategy she would take to fight the power of the Blood Clan.

"See Father. He bowed and saluted, "I don't know why my father is here?"

The man waved his hand and said, "I guess you also know what the Blood Rose has planned, right?"

"Yes. ”

"And what are you going to do?" he asked.

Hearing this, Chang raised his eyes and looked at the king steadily, his blood-colored eyes seemed to sink, but the next second, they were back to normal.

"There's nothing you can do. He lowered his head and whispered. The voice is low, as if it is speaking to yourself.

"No way?!" Although the king tried his best to calm his voice, there was still a faint hint of panic, how could this be? If this is the case, then the day of the extinction of the blood clan is not far away!

"Is that really the case?" asked the king, holding back the uneasiness in his heart.

"Yes. Chang replied again, his voice still very soft, "If there is nothing else, then the minister will take his leave first, and the elders of this party have asked me to go for a long time." Then he remained silent, but stood aside and waited for the king's reply.

"Okay. The king said helplessly, sighing, it seems that he can't force a change in the future of the blood clan. Originally, he thought that he could find a way from this child who was different from others, but now he answered himself like this, it seems that God really does not bless our clan, and he can only wait for the day of destruction to come. He couldn't help but feel a trace of melancholy from the bottom of his heart.

"It's not the dead. Chang suddenly stood at the door, and said calmly behind his back, with a majestic momentum in his tone. The king couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, and looked at him with wide eyes and a daze, "It's just that the royal family must be going to have a great catastrophe this time." It's better to prepare early. Until the darkness gets out of control, I'll try to ask Krosso to help keep the Doomsday Book and release it to the human realm when the time is right. With that, Changtou left without looking back, leaving only the king so shocked that he couldn't think.

Croso ...... Chang, who are you?