At this moment, the sun is shining, and even if it is a slum, it is very noisy.

The crowd is endless, bustling, and it seems that you can get a glimpse of a rare prosperity that belongs to the city alone.

But that's just a street away.

Silence, oppression, panic.

That's the main tone here.

A gentle breeze brought out some of the fine ashes.

The pale color seemed to be reminiscent of human bones.

I don't know how many figures surrounded this place, but no one dared to step forward.

They had left a large clearing in between, so empty that the horses could run freely.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the empty station of the Skeleton Gang, and fear was irrepressibly revealed.

They still remembered that hundreds of people had entered the house just now, but there was not a single shadow at this moment.

Some are just a thick layer of ash.

It was as if the house had become a maw of unknown existence, swallowing everyone up.

And all of this is related to the outstanding figure in the clearing.

"Demonic ......"

Someone's lips trembled, and he subconsciously shouted out his own thoughts, which were also the thoughts of others.

Then his eyes widened suddenly, but someone next to him covered his mouth in horror and dragged him out of Christine's line of sight.

Christine doesn't seem to be aware of this.

Just looked around casually, and many people lowered their heads in panic, not daring to look at her.

"My lord, which force is next?"

The guard asked respectfully, bowing his head.

And the dozens of people behind her also looked at Christine, who was in the first place.

Then, through her figure, I saw the empty house, which was only thick with ashes.

Even the backbone elites who have tried their best to do many things can't help but show a hint of shock.

Christine looked at the dozens of people in front of her, exuding a calm and capable aura.

This group of people are all the backbone members of "White Nights" and belong to the key training objects.

White Night is the name of the force.

As for why she chose this name, Christine didn't know, but she just happened to see the scene when the sun and moon were shining together, and day and night were interdependent.

Then the blessing to the soul took this name.

At this moment, most of the members of the White Night were dispatched, although some of them had only been in contact with the mystery for a few months, but after fighting with other forces in the slums, they were already on par with the senior students in the Occult Academy in terms of strength.

Sure enough, actual combat is the best catalyst.

Christine felt full of disdain again when she thought of the noble children who had become soft-footed shrimp when they went to war in her previous life.

The cruelty of war, where can those who have lived in drunken dreams and death since childhood imagine.

I thought I had heard some glorified dramas, and after reading some literal descriptions, I felt that it was nothing more than that.

Without mystical powers, without mystical spell books, they are not even as good as these people who have lived at the bottom since childhood.

On the battlefield, no one told them anything about aristocratic etiquette.

Perhaps after a few life-and-death battles, this type of person will change dramatically.

But Christine didn't have that much resources and time to cultivate.

After all, most people face a life-and-death crisis for the first time, and it is difficult for them to survive.

So why not look for people who have a higher survival rate and are better trained.

With this in mind, Christine reaffirmed her determination to find talent from the poor lands of the north.

The battle she faced in the future was not the kind of aristocratic play.

At least this time to the north, to bring most of the region under the control of his sphere of influence.

And more importantly, the harsh North is not worthy of nobility

How much manpower is put in, so their eyes and ears don't put it there.

The attention of the aristocracy was more in the rich southern regions.

In addition, the south now has the Twilight Order, which will further involve its main energy, let alone pay attention to the north.

This is the perfect time for Christine.

When those nobles came to their senses and wanted to send out their eyes and ears, they would already be able to run them like an impregnable wall.

The elder brother sat in the imperial capital, and he was outside to help.

They will no longer be afraid of the rebellion of the second prince!

The harsh sunlight reflected in the dark eyes through the gaps between the hairs, the pupils contracted slightly, and Christine came back to her senses.

"Let's start here and wash them one by one."

Although Christine's voice was calm, there was an endless coldness in it.

This is unimaginable to ordinary people, after all, there are many forces in the slums, and it is a joke to want to bulldoze it.

But for them, it's not a dream.

After all, just the Morning Star Warlock was enough to crush most of the forces.

Not to mention that Christine also made two sorties, one of which was already ready on the other side.

In addition, she took out the spells that she had improved several times in later generations, even in the face of Huiyue, she could save her own life.

And is there a bright moon in the slums?

Naturally, there can't be, Hui Yue will not stay in such a place where the negative emotions are extremely serious.

The backbone elite behind the guard couldn't help but have excitement in his eyes.

Apparently they are ready for the next battle, and even thirsty for it!

The mysterious factor in the body seems to be ignited by a raging fire, and it gradually boils.

Blazing breath surged through the chest.

Looking at the crowd of people and horses full of fighting spirit, Christine just waved her hand, and then the whole team jumped one after another and stepped on the roof.

Several figures weave between the rooftops of buildings of varying heights, and the number of people grows.

For this plan, she brought almost everyone in the white night with her.

From time to time, members of the White Nights jumped down and flanked the enemy with their other companions.

It is said that the best time to attack is at night, but no one would have thought that someone would attack it during the day.

Caught off guard, they could not organize a strong defense at all, and could only be beaten with their heads in their hands.

The members of the White Nights are well-trained and have a good understanding with each other.

even brought with him a set of coordinated combat techniques in the army.

The enemies are just some gangsters who have experienced street fighting, although there are many people and there is no lack of blood and bravery.

But after the members of the White Night skillfully divided the battlefield, they were like headless flies, not knowing what direction to go.

Soon countless people fell.

Christine looked at the wailing people everywhere, and Yin Yin's blood gathered into a stream.

Instead of killing these people, the members of the White Nights abolished their athletic abilities, and from then on they were reduced to a life of waste.

But in the slums, it's worse than killing them.

Christine is not afraid of being discovered by the Emperor in the slums, and she knows where her father's limits are.

As long as he doesn't cross that threshold, then he doesn't pay much attention to this kind of thing.

Standing atop a bell tower, she watched as several White Nights fought gangs in the ghetto.

Until now, most people thought it was nothing more than a simple battle for territory between gangs, and it didn't attract much attention.

After all, this kind of thing happens almost every day.

It's just that the scale of what happened today seems to be a little too big.

Most of the people watched this scene in amazement, and then moved away from the place where the battle was fought, for fear that they would be involved.

Christine had been preparing for this for a long time, and when the gangs were going to do it, she was again

Why didn't they act in the shadows?

Now it's just a matter of catching the other party off guard, and it's too late to report to the background behind him.

This is her most important window, taking the opportunity to cut off these tentacles.

And even if someone had already received the news from the slums, Christine would have a backup to deal with it.

Now it's up to those nobles to send out their men to help their dogs.

……

"What did you say?"

"There's a fight in the slums, are you sure it's not a scuffle?"

"Is the visitor professionally military-literate? Could it be that those people in the army are interfering?!"

"Not those people? Is it the rising force?"

"Are you sure you're telling a bad joke?"

"You've already hit the station?"

"You can't stop you for even half an hour! What a bunch of shit!!"

A scream came from the communication device, followed by a dead silence.

Most of the nobles were silent, they had already received information from the ghetto.

They didn't expect that the cake that they had already regarded as a cake on the table would launch a counterattack against the diners

"That's guts!"

"Gotta let them know that even one of our dogs is not something they can provoke."

"Let some of your warlocks go to the slums."

Almost all the nobles gave this order, after all, no matter how poor the ghetto was, it was only for the poor.

For them, the ghetto is just another place of pleasure.

Certain aristocrats with perverted hobbies set up a series of secret rooms in the ghetto.

What's more, there are interests involved, and the funds provided every year are not inferior to those of the formal industry.

It almost wants to squeeze out the blood of the poor.

After sending out their men, they continued with what they had done before, indulging in pleasures.

After all, in the eyes of most people, there is no one who can deal with the mystic sorcerers of the nobility.

As long as you send them out, you can sit back and relax.

Since the area where the nobles lived was separated from the ghetto by at least two large districts, it would take some time for the warlocks to get there, even if they did their best.

I just don't know if those gangs will be able to hold up until that time.

Just as they were hurrying away in silence, they suddenly found that a figure had appeared in front of them, and their bodies were still exuding a powerful force.

Sensing that these figures harbored undisguised malice towards themselves and the others, they had no choice but to stop.

His eyes looked at them warily, and then the eyes of the warlocks under the nobles sank slightly.

They found out that they knew these people, some of them even their own colleagues!

And there is one thing in common between them.

These people who stand in their way belong to the eldest prince!

i.e. the heirs of the empire!

"Why are you here?"

One of the leading warlocks frowned secretly, and then asked aloud.

"If you can all be here, why can't we be here?"

A person also walked out on the other side, laughing softly.

Seeing this, a bad mood suddenly rose in the hearts of the warlocks who belonged to the nobility, and they felt that the matter was already quite difficult.

Since the eldest prince's people appeared here, they wanted to block the way of themselves and others......

So the slum matter, is it related to him?

They didn't dare to jump to conclusions, they just looked at each other gloomily.

The men under the eldest prince were relaxed and calm, as if they were on an outing.

For them, it is only necessary to stop the nobles.

After all, it's not them who are in a hurry.

Besides, it is a question of whether the aristocratic people dare to make a move.

Both sides are like mirrors in their hearts, and they are both very clear.

The situation was at a stalemate for a while.

And this is the back hand that Christine has prepared!

……

The battle broke out from the scorching sun to the tilt.

Those gangs lasted much longer than the nobles imagined.

After all, it is also a party character, and after the initial surprise attack, they have strengthened their defenses.

It's true that it's a little tricky for the white night that has just developed, but that's about it.

The leader of the gang had already sent a message to the nobles behind him, but until now he had not seen a single figure.

What about people!

Why no one!?

Their eyes were shattered as they watched the battle grow in decline, and a terrible guess arose in their minds.

Did those nobles give up on us?!

After thinking of this possibility, they almost subconsciously thought it was unlikely.

After all, the nobles need a dog to do things for them, and these bosses don't think there will be anyone more good at licking than they are.

In addition, various industries in the slums are still here.

With the temperament of those nobles, how could they abandon them.

But the reality is that the battle has been going on for a long time, and until now no nobles have come to help.

So the nobles, are they really planning to abandon us?

After recognizing the reality, a chill almost reached the bottom of their hearts.

After all, once the nobles gave up on themselves, then they would not have the confidence to face the attack of the white night.

After thinking quickly, most people finally chose to surrender helplessly.

After all, he obviously can't beat the white night.

Even a warlock in the town couldn't beat those two women.

They had no choice but to surrender.

Only a few people still believe that the nobles will come to save them, and they cannot forget their hard work!

In the face of such a recalcitrant element, Christine just waved her hand, and blood splashed.

Under the threat of death, they finally stopped.

At this point, the fighting in the ghetto came to an end.

And the tentacles of the nobles who reached here were almost completely cut off.

And then there's ......

A figure walked quickly up to Christine and smiled.

"Is it the leader of the White Nights? I am the clerk sent by His Royal Highness the Great Prince to be in charge of this negotiation."

"You can call me - Verona."