Winter, winter, a dull and hurried knock came from outside, and Duke Bolton frustrated the cup to the ground, shattering the scarlet liquor and dark green fragments to the ground.

Duke Bolton already knew what was happening, and at this moment he was standing by the window, dressed in brocade and with two short guns pinned to his waist.

In fact, under the rule of the blood clan for so many years, the brave warriors who were good at fighting back then have sunk into a group of wine bags and rice bags.

Human beings can sink in the dopamine chip, and the blood clan with a slightly lower IQ than the human race will naturally inevitably end up like this.

Of course, the truth is that the Blood Clan was not very brave and good at fighting back then, in fact, the Blood Clan ruled the entire continent at the beginning, which was completely a very dramatic beginning and a very hasty ending.

Duke Bolton attacked the Terran stronghold on a whim, and killed Virgil the Great, leaving the Terran leaderless and taken down by the Blood.

The blood clan didn't pay any price at all.

If the Terrans really fought back with all their might at that time, it was not certain who would lose and who would win, but the inexplicable death of Virgil the Great set a strange tone for the entire war.

Only a few people know the truth about the events of that year, including the Duke of Burton.

Duke Bolton stood in front of the luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows, the defeat of the war was inevitable, and even Bolton had already guessed that the other party would come in such a hurry.

He stood firmly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the clouds outside the window slowly drifted by, revealing a full crimson moon.

Blood-like moonlight poured down on Duke Bolton's body through the window, gilding him with a hazy crimson.

On the outer wall of the scarlet castle, countless runes were engraved, and the runes flickered brightly and dimly, seemingly out of order, but as if they followed some kind of law.

Looking out from the Crimson Castle, what you see is not the streets of the Crimson City, but a soft light.

The castle is located in a folded half-plane, which was specially designed by Virgil the Great to allow him to paint without distractions, and it is also with the help of this half-plane that people from outside cannot observe the inside of the castle.

Duke Bolton's face was pale, and orders came out of this room, in order to quickly gather troops, next year's military salary was distributed in advance, and military merits were also sent out like cabbage, so as to calm the morale of the army.

As a high-level executive, the first thing you need to learn is to draw a pie.

But in fact, their bloodline's inventory has long been depleted, and if this battle is won, they will have a chance to enjoy the happy financial crisis, if they don't have to think about the financial crisis, then the country will definitely be defeated.

Of course, it is not so quick to gather an entire army in a vast land.

The Bloodline's armies are scattered throughout the continent, and it will take some time to assemble.

The troops west of the Scarlet City were the first to resist the werewolf army.

However, this army of 30,000 is not vulnerable at all, and it collapsed in an instant under the impact of werewolves, and the Marquis of Layton can only keep urging his direct troops to catch these routs one by one, and the heinous ones are corrected on the spot, and the others continue to follow him, and the battle is not over yet, even if it is cannon fodder without fighting spirit, one more is one.

In fact, the entire blood clan knew the direction of this war best, and even expected the outcome of the war a long time ago, naturally it was Duke Bolton.

When the last order to assemble was issued, the Duke of Bolton sat down in his ornate wooden chair and slowly closed his eyes.

......

He had a dream, or rather, not a dream, but a recollection of an incident from the past.

It was a dimly lit room, or rather, in the bedchamber of Virgil the Great.

He was hung from a metal cross, and four large iron nails pierced his left and right palms and two crossed soles.

Gurgling blood flowed down the cross like a stream, pouring into the grooves that had been carved into the ground.

And Virgil the Great sat in front of him, with a paintbrush in his right hand, his face calm, but his body exuded a chilling aura.

He painted quietly, "This world, even the powerful aristocracy, must be subservient to faith. The gods are the masters of all things, faith is the foundation of everything, and all glory belongs to God and to me. ”

Virgil the Great smiled evilly, and while he was painting, he smiled at Duke Bolton, who was already violent: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in cannibalism, as a god, I naturally have the ethics of a god, killing is the most boring thing in the world." I don't like killing, I just like trading. ”

Duke Bolton's eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look at the person in front of him, he felt an indescribable coercion from the other party.

"Trade, I, I don't have anything to trade."

Yes.

Now that Duke Bolton has become a prisoner of the other party, what can he trade with?

It's not that Duke Bolton has nothing, but in his opinion, he has no value to Virgil the Great.

But seeing Virgil the Great, he said with a blank expression: "Your love, family affection, longevity, wealth, and luck can all be traded." ”

"Even.... Even your soul can ....."

Duke Bolton's face twitched violently, spirit, soul...

Virgil the Great put down the brush in his hand and said in an infectious voice, "I can give you a lot of things, lifespan, power, money, women, how about it?" ”

Duke Bolton didn't understand why Virgil the Great in front of him wanted to discuss with him, and the other party could pinch him to death with one hand.

He didn't dare to make eye contact with Virgil the Great's eyes, which were mysterious, powerful, and evil, as if they had the ability to see through people's hearts.

"I can give you everything you want, provided you do what I want."

Duke Bolton didn't seem to have a choice, and he nodded slowly.

But the next moment, Virgil the Great turned his fingers into blades and stabbed hard at the painting he had just completed.

He pierced the mouth, throat, eyes, forehead, hands, and no portrait of the Duke of Bolton in the background.

A crimson, cold, slippery liquid flowed from the painting.

Duke Bolton hissed and screamed in pain, as if his soul was tingling and trembling with Virgil the Great's fingers.

The movements of Virgil the Great's hands did not stop because of the screams of Duke Bolton.

However, at this moment, a strange change occurred.

The Duke of Bolton was forced to break free from the shackles on the cross, and the red blood around his body turned into a bloody blade.

Duke Bolton didn't know whether he should make this deal or not, he only knew that he was not willing to give up his soul.

The slender scarlet blood blade instantly slashed into Virgil the Great's shoulder, but Virgil the Great was expressionless.

Duke Bolton drew the bloody blade and swung it again!

Knife after knife, the bloody blade pierced the skin and pierced the bone.

However, there is no white color representing bones, only a red color representing blood.

Virgil the Great's calm face suddenly smiled, and as if the bloody blade continued to pierce his body, he seemed not to die, and bright red blood oozed from his body, oozing out...... Lots of oozing, like... It's like the embankment has burst!

The bright red liquid burst from Virgil the Great's body like an unstoppable torrent, flooding the room.

Duke Bolton felt as if he had been immersed in the sea, and the strong smell of blood came to his nose.

As a blood clan, he should be happy to face so much blood, but Duke Bolton is cold all over his body in this sea of blood, and the whole world seems to be left with only this bubbling sea of red......

Duke Bolton's consciousness gradually faded, and he finally realized that it was not he who seized the opportunity to sneak attack, but that Virgil the Great deliberately gave him the opportunity to sneak attack.

"You killed me, my cause and effect for so many years will be handed over to you, hahahaha." Virgil the Great laughed wildly, "My debt has been paid. ”

The words fell, and the blood drowned everything.