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The month is the most beautiful time in the city of Nice, the capital of the Sith. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The rain brought by the moist air currents of the ocean will always drive away the heat of early summer, and hold back the footsteps of spring. In the past, the city of Nice was crowded with tourists and the streets were bustling with people. People living in the city will also call friends from time to time in fine weather, and hold some parties in the forest on the outskirts of the city to indulge in the late spring sunshine. But this year, the prosperity is gone, and the people of Nice are no longer in the mood to enjoy life. It became a pain for them to come alive, because they didn't know when death would come to them.

After a heavy rain, the sun came out.

The bright sunshine, fresh air, and crisp streets are few pedestrians.

There was a soft creak, and a window on the side of the street was pushed open.

"When will such a day come to an end, I don't know which god killed it, let this group of devils out" An old man with gray hair, looking at the deserted street, shook his head and sighed long.

The coup d'état in the city of Nice did not have much impact on the lives of ordinary people. In the eyes of these people living in the lower strata of society, it was a game played by aristocratic masters. All they care about is their own safety and the food and clothing of their families. However, the bloody creatures that accompanied the coup d'état became a lingering nightmare in people's hearts. After witnessing his former friends and neighbors turn into soulless walking corpses in the blink of an eye, driven around by monsters. Many people are completely hopeless about life. In the past, although they lived a difficult life under the oppression of the aristocracy, they were even alone; Now, they're just animals waiting to be slaughtered on a board. Unable to escape, many ended up staying at home and resigned themselves to fate, and the entire city of Nice was plunged into a lifeless state.

"Grandpa, it's sunny, take me out for a walk. I'm so bored," said a little boy who poked his head out of the window and looked obsessively out of the window. In the eyes of children, the world is still so beautiful. He really didn't understand why his grandfather locked him up in the house all day.

In the distance, a group of patrolling soldiers approached, and crisp footsteps sounded in the street.

The old man did not have time to speak to the child, so he closed the window in horror.

After the soldiers walked by. There was dead silence on the street again.

In fact, for the people of Nice this life has only just begun. They are not the only people who are terrified because of the Blood God Cult. Even the supreme ruler of the Sith Kingdom, who single-handedly supported the development and growth of the Blood God Cult, and with his help, staged a coup d'état and sat in the position of emperor, the former military minister of the Sith Kingdom, Hiller.

"You all think it's time to send troops?" looked at His Highness's ministers with expressionless faces. Shearer asked coldly.

No one answered, only deathly silence.

"Is this still the imperial power that I once single-mindedly pursued?" Looking at the silent crowd, Hiller's heart swelled with intense anger and infinite desolation. The power and status he felt he had now. It's not what he wanted to be. Emperor. It should be a universal and supreme existence. Not a lonely man like him, who has been hinted at for a long time but no one responds.

"It seems. You've all been frightened by them, and I understand too late, that everything has deviated from my vision from the beginning, and the situation in the land of the Sith is out of control," Shearer sighed inwardly.

After ascending to the throne with the help of the Blood God Cult, Shearer, a careerist, did live a proud life.

On the night when he dragged the emperor out of the palace, he put all the most favored concubines of the emperor into one bed and vented frantically all night. Looking at the women who were once high above him, or trembling or deliberately flattering, while tasting the excitement brought by perversion, he also deeply experienced the pleasure brought by supreme power. Subsequently, he fulfilled his promise to his henchmen and followers, rewarding them insanely. Officials, titles, fiefs, wealth, women, he was not stingy, because he saw his tall and glorious image in the eyes of the recipient.

At the same time, in order to maintain the nascent regime, he led the army, with the help of the Blood God Cult, brutally suppressed all the forces that opposed him, and the bloody killing made him truly understand what it means to be a king - a word, a look, and a gesture can decide the life and death of countless people.

When the situation in the country calmed down, Shearer and his followers were ready to seriously taste the fruits of victory. However, the fruit had deteriorated - with the power of the Blood God Cult, he had not only succeeded in destroying his opponents, but had also thrown the entire Sith into great fear and lost all his life.

What kind of regime the emperor is, the people have long been unable to remember. In their eyes, they are only the Blood God Cult of demons

When Shearer prepares to find Bloodkill, the spokesperson of the Blood God Cult, to discuss the reconstruction of the country and the status of the Blood God Cult, Bloodkill tells him not to worry, and then throws a huge war plan at him.

Faced with this plan, Shearer hesitated. He told Bloody Kill that such a huge battle plan must be discussed by the court.

Shearer originally hoped to temporarily suppress the Blood God Cult through the court, and then slowly consolidate his power in the country, but the court meeting let him down. When Bloodkill proposed this battle plan, no one stood up against it.

"Your Majesty, it seems that everyone agrees with the battle plan I taught, please approve it" Blood Kill stood in front of the hall, glanced at everyone, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay, you come up with a detailed plan and give it to me. I will order the army to proceed as planned" Shearer understood that there was no longer a way back for him. Since he had been tied to the chariot by the Blood God Sect, he could only insist on going.

Located in the heart of Nice city, there is a huge square. On the south side of the square, there is a newly completed castle. At the gate of the castle, a huge statue stands tall. Judging by the appearance of the sculpture, it is an elderly magician, and the expression on his face is full of anger and pain. No one in Nice City knows him, and no one in the entire continent knows him now. But a thousand years ago, the people of the Blue Moon Continent would definitely be no stranger to him - he was the founder of the Blood God Cult, an evil magician who was once known by various countries and had nowhere to stay.

In a hall inside the castle, the high-ranking members of the Blood God Cult gathered together, quietly waiting for the Holy Moment when the Sect Master arrived—today, he would personally open the door to the Blood God Cult's domination of the continent.

Blood Kill and the gray-robed mage stood together, and there was excitement on the faces of both of them. As important members of the Order, they have played a significant role in the rise of the Blood God Cult. Despite the failure of assassinating Yantian and Liuyun, the sect leader still gave them a high evaluation.

"Bloodkill, Shearer didn't play any tricks on you, did he?" While waiting, the gray-robed mage chatted with Bloodkill.

"Actually, he wanted to, but he didn't have the guts. Blood Kill smirked, "Say anything to the court, but under the pressure of the Divine Sect, his ministers don't dare to say a word, but he is still relatively acquainted, and when he sees that the situation is wrong, he immediately resolutely supports us." ”

"This ornament is still useful right now. In the territory of the Sith, it is also necessary to rely on his strength. Don't push him too hard, it's easy for people to become emperors, you still have to maintain the dignity of the emperor, right?" The gray-robed mage said gloomily.

"Yes. However, as soon as the war drags on, he had better get acquainted with each other, otherwise I can completely erase him and his people from the Sith at any time. Bloody said murderously.

"Sect Master, his old man, I don't know which country he will use as a sacrifice for the rise of the Divine Cult?"

"My suggestion is Assman, because it is, after all, the strongest country on the continent. ”

The gray-robed mage shook his head disapprehantly, "Assman is nothing. I think the sect leader's henchmen must be the force led by that kid Liuyun. Judging from the current appearances, he has become the leader of the four races of humans, dragons, elves, and dwarves. Maybe the Sect Master will wipe him out with a thunderbolt blow so that the other countries will have no trouble cleaning it up. ”

"You're overestimating him, aren't you?I've played with that kid, and his martial arts and magic haven't even reached the Holy Rank," Blood Kill said disdainfully, "Although he has a good record in the continental war, how much of a legion can help? Once you get a lot of cheap tools of war in Assman, what power can stop the revival of the Cult?"

"You're always so arrogant. Last time, if you were careful and get rid of him, wouldn't there be no trouble?" The gray-robed mage snorted.

"How do I know that freak will survive falling into the sea?" Bloody Killing.

"He's always been able to survive death, don't you know? I've dealt with this kid by Joseph's side, and he's definitely an evil man. He only used a variety of means to completely demoralize Joseph's hundreds of thousands of people, and I dare to assert that if he hadn't been eliminated sooner, he would definitely become a big problem for the future of the Divine Cult," the gray-robed mage sighed.

"The Master Arrives"

A clear drink immediately interrupted the conversation between the two, and also attracted everyone's attention.