"Not really."

"You're back just in time."

Armand smiled.

Tik slew back from the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood.

The great sin of the nonsense may be the only one who does not lie,

Those who were thrown into the multi-person dueling arena by him really had a slim hope of gaining his approval and coming out of round after round of wheel battles.

That's exactly what the little guards are now back.

"Your Excellency, you—" Tik was surprised to see the wings stretching out of Armand's back.

But then, he smiled completely sincerely.

"Great."

exhaustion

Extreme exhaustion.

Armand sat in a pool of blood, his eyelids uncontrollably closed, and he struggled to open them.

It's so tiring.

Several thrilling battles have been fought in succession, and it has been completely drained.

Whether on a spiritual level,

It's still the case on the physical level.

The last vestiges of the blood of the Eternals were drained.

It was that drop of blood that has sustained Armand until now.

But that's all it can be.

Suddenly it was pitch black, and Armand struggled to open his eyes.

And then...

He saw Tik walking towards him, and the hideous wolf head that appeared behind him, jumping from the pile of corpses.

"Tik!"

Closing his eyes again, Armand heard the sound of flesh chewing.

Open your eyes again.

Black wolf claws tore at Tik's wings, and in a blur of flesh, the equally exhausted guards raised their swords and cut off its head.

"Get out of here! You *** s***!"

"Get out of the Prince's side!"

Airplanes!

The will was slowly withdrawing, the vision became illusory, and a sharp buzz came from the ears.

Blink again.

Tik's back was in front of him, and Armand could see its shoulders peeking out of the bones. It sits between the werewolf and the prince, blocking the greedy gaze of the lowly.

Ironic, isn't it?

Compared to the high-ranking cultists of Great Sin, werewolves are so tenacious that they are not dead.

They survived to the end.

moreover

Leave room to spare,

Fight back.

There was a cacophony of roars, but at some point, the excited roars turned to messy footsteps, exclamations, and the cracking of flesh with sharp weapons.

So, Armand struggled to open his eyes with the last of his strength.

The first thing that catches your eye is Tick's worried face.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency."

Covered in blood, Tik shook its shoulder.

"Hold on, our reinforcements have arrived!"

Eyes circled Tik, and the swarming Blood warriors poured into the battlefield like a tidal wave.

The bright silver plate armor shone brightly under the gorgeous lights, and the swords and swords reflected each other.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

"Rescue! Rescue!"

"Tik! Get out of here with your Excellency!"

"Tik, you're so badly injured?"

"Damn..."

A flash of white light.

The perspective of the stranger is detached from Armand's flesh.

Then, the scene in front of me scrolled like flowing water, and then it was like a slideshow playing at double speed.

The last werewolf was torn in half by the warriors of the Bloodline, and the Lesensen dynasty won the war.

The soldiers of the Blood Clan cleaned the battlefield, and they divided into small groups to clean up the area in a rigorous battle formation, the Great Sin Cult

What was left behind by the regiment was taken over by them as a matter of course, and most of the slaves were drained of blood on the spot. Some of the slaves of special value were still alive, and they were looked at like animals before being carried into the homing carriage by the vampires.

Christine was not found.

The woman with the hint of mystery was gone again.

The warriors ripped out the werewolf's heart and filled it in a sack. These hearts were rightfully thrown into the sacrificial ritual of the Altar of the Father's Call. Of course, the supreme prince of the Lesen clan had also tried to sacrifice the flesh of the Cultists of the Great Sin, and unexpectedly found that the flesh of these cultists was more pleasing to the ancient ancestors of the Ascended Land than the hearts of werewolves.

Armand and Tik were treated.

Their tragic condition made even the well-informed healers of the Blood Clan a little unbearable to look at directly.

But in the end, both the master and the servant were saved. But to get back to normal, you need to recuperate for a long time.

While Armand was still asleep, Tick struggled to get out of his hospital bed.

The little guard, with one arm hanging over his chest, broke into the prince's room without hindrance. He straightened his back, feeling so confident for the first time. Then, in a very loud voice, he told all the experiences of His Excellency the Prince in the dueling arena, all of which he had seen with his own eyes, and Tik swore with his life.

A crack opened in the door, and I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Tik's words spread out the door, and in a short period of time, they quickly spread throughout the family castle.

In the face of such an impertinent act, Prince Lesen did not blame Tik. During this process, it spent most of its time listening silently, occasionally interrupting Tik for a few questions. A few hours later, when the full moon rose high in the sky, Tik left the prince's palace triumphantly.

After that, within the community, Armand was treated very differently than before.

Or rather,

It finally got the courtesy that a prince deserved.

From the moment he woke up, Armand received a lot of care and hypocritical polite wishes.

It slowly begins to get used to it in extreme discomfort.

The name Armand Lesenson is repeatedly mentioned by the Bloodlines within the clan.

Envy or jealousy, admiration or admiration, Armand was like a star on the center stage of the Lesensen clan. It's finally ready to go out fighting like the rest of the adult Bloods, it's finally getting an invitation from the girls to dance with it at the ball, it's finally being able to make its say in the family council...

The gloomy past was cast into the old days like an illusion of nothingness, and in the sunlight, Armand was given a new lease of life.

But the only thing Armand still remembered was that it hadn't seen the mysterious woman since it had escaped the arena that day.

Time flies.

Finally, in the midst of all the antiquity, the Altar of the Ancestors was fully formed.

Prince Lesenlu's call was answered by the ancestors.

They will send a guide to take it to the Ultimate Land.

On a full moon night, the clan held a grand gala.

All the bloodlines with the surname Lesenlu gathered here, and Prince Lesenlu stood in the center, dressed in solemn clothes, quietly waiting for the arrival of his ancestors.

Call!

The night wind blew by, whirring.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

In the midst of the commotion, the sound of the castle gate being slammed was so heavy.

"You! Okay!"

Behind the closed door, there was a very flirtatious laughter.

"Quick! Come!"

"Open! Door! Let's go!"

"Open! Door!"