A verdant manor built on the upper floors of a secluded leather factory.

The Marquis of Enwei sat alone on the edge of the rooftop, observing the circus tent at the lower end.

He is the most patient of the 'Seven Marquises', and he will not get bored even if he watches it for seven days and seven nights in a row.

But before an hour had passed, something happened.

The statue of the golden gentleman clown built on the top of the circus tent actually began to move, and out of nowhere took out a roll of extra-long structure megaphone,

One end of the mouth of the statue is covered,

One end is aimed at the verdant manor where the blood nobles are located,

§ Hahaha, haha, ha! Why hasn't anyone come in the circus yet? We are fully prepared for this performance against the blood plague infected people, and we have specially made a blood-flavored dessert that meets your taste§

§ Ha ↑ ↓ Ha, what a group of cautious guys~ Come on, our tent is not cannibalistic. §

§ I heard that people infected with the blood plague have a strong curiosity by nature, and how they have become so lifeless when they come to you. Was the impact of the defeat really great? Hey, that's sad. §

The sound reached the upper end of the tannery, even overshadowing all the voices in the verdant manor,

And it's not just the loud voice, but the voice is also penetrating, pertinent and cerebral impactful, which can go straight to the heart of every blood person, and arouse the pride and mania in their blood.

"The sound of the epileptic virus? Crazy? ”

The well-informed Marquis of Enwei saw the problem at a glance,

He bit his finger and let a large amount of blood spurt out, adding a "blood cover" to the entire manor to block out the effects of the sound, so that no count could help but rush down.

But as soon as the blood shield was formed, the statue on the top of the tent stopped talking, and immediately changed a mode of interference.

Stretch your mouth as wide as you can so that it is completely torn to expose the structure of your throat.

Puff~Puff~

Strange balloons with smiling faces and black swirls spilled out of the throats and slowly rose.

Seeing this scene, the Marquis of Enwei immediately beckoned, and the earl, who was proficient in long-range strikes, gathered and played the game of 'balloon shooting' on the spot.

or eject blood needles from your fingertips,

or ejaculating drops of blood from the palm,

Even flying insects loaded with explosive blood were released from their mouths, easily preventing the balloons from rising into the air.

After all, it is an earl-level existence that has completed the path, and even if the statue can pop up hundreds of balloons in a minute, it can be easily broken, and it has slowly evolved into an aftershow for the party.

But there are also counts who sense that something is wrong,

An elderly countess said, "Marquis of Enwei...... These balloons seem to be used to distract us and possibly even collect our blood.

The spiral pattern drawn on the surface of the balloon seems to cause the balloon to collapse inward in the event of an explosion, possibly carrying our blood away.

Although the blood formed through the Blood Epidemic Secret Method does not belong to our 'Natal Essence Blood', we still have to be a little more vigilant. ”

Who knows, the countess just said this.

Balloon men walked out of the door of the circus tent, carrying crimson cakes made from the blood used by the Count to shoot the balloons.

Hordes of balloonists slowly floated into the air, making friendly appearances, as if they wanted to deliver the cake to the manor party.

"Lord Marquis, do these balloonmen still shoot and kill?"

After the countess asked this, Enwei directly raised his staff and waved his hand! All the balloons spurted blood in an instant, their bodies were all cut in half by the invisible blood blades, and all the exquisite customized cakes fell into the blood river at the lower end.

"The blood generated by the Blood Epidemic Secret Method has no value, and they give as much as they want...... The other problem you're talking about, though, may be real.

It's these guys who are distracting us, and there may be something else behind the scenes. ”

The Marquis of Enwei let the blood of jealousy flow to his brain, running at high speed, ignoring the balloons, statues, and scattered cakes, and taking a closer look at the circus tent, finally seeing some clues.

Since the viewing angle is almost from top to bottom, it is difficult to see the subtle changes in 'altitude'.

After comparison, the Marquis of Enwei found that the connective mountain range where the tent was located was actually raised by about 8.7m as a whole.

Sure enough, these guys don't just set up a tent. Since the connective mountains are alive and bound to be affected by cancer cells, this is not the way to go, we have to take action.

Ready to tell the boss to come down......"

As if the matter had been revealed, the mysterious circus no longer secretly raised its altitude, but directly let the cancer cells buried below grow wildly, and let the entire mountain rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just over a minute,

The mountain carries the circus tent directly to the same altitude as the verdant manor.

A bright red carpet made of blood, rolled out from the inside and out of the manor, just connected to the manor terrace...... So direct, so provocative.

Before the Marquis of Enwei could go to the Emperor Pryde, who had already arrived.

"Since someone else has already invited us like this, let's go straight in! All four marquis entered, leaving ten counts to guard the tannery.

Enwei also left a "perfect blood body" outside to be responsible for the garrison of the entire tannery.

Since the other party is looking for us on their own initiative, we will deal with it on our own unless there is a major problem that threatens our foundation, and then wake up Pilvina! ”

"Got it."

Marquis Enwei muttered an ancient language, and writhing veins immediately grew on the top of his head, and blood began to pour in front of him.

An individual who was exactly the same as the Marquis of Enwei was formed, and even the number of hairs was the same, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, as if they were completely independent and connected by blood.

You're all set.

Led by Pride the Great, the four marquis were in front, followed by the rest of the counts. As for the blood people who failed to complete the route, they did not follow, and all stayed in the tannery.

The image of the blood people entering is also projected normally in the theater hidden in the depths.

William and the others were all leaning on the recliners, eating deep-sea instant noodles while watching, and William also raised a question,

"Strange! In other words, this Pride the Great was not specially allowed to leave the source epidemic area in ancient times, and carried out a completely different blood epidemic development in a city alone.

It is rumored that his mode of development and cultivation of blood people is completely different from that of the source epidemic area, why do these groups look similar to the earls behind him, there is no difference.

Shouldn't there be a few Janissaries following him? ”

When talking about this matter, Art became interested, and actually took the initiative to explain, "William, you have to read more history books, you don't even know about the famous [Blood City Incident].

Although this guy of Pride the Great does not have the despicable and insidious nature of the blood people.

But the negativity is not low at all, and his arrogance makes him a real tyrant.

The people who had been cultivated in a completely different way were all refined by him in the end, and even the princesses who were by his side day and night were thrown into it.

He looked down on anyone, and in his eyes all the weak were the support for his ascension to the throne.

I'm not as arrogant as he is, but I agree with this philosophy very much! ”

"Refining? What did you refine? ”

"William, don't deliberately pretend to be confused~ The sword hanging behind him is the final product of tyrannical rule. But be careful, this sword can hurt even the leader of the Dead Plague Knights, who is feared by the whole world.

If Mr. Yi really wants to come, don't be killed! After all, Mr. Yi is my prey. ”

(End of chapter)