Yuting had one last dream.

She was in a room with a painting in it.

Looking at the painting in front of him, Yuting frowned and fell into deep thought.

In that painting, many of the figures are dressed in clothes from different eras, which is very strange, as if a painter of various eras painted several figures at random.

There are even a few girls who don't wear clothes, and I feel like some ill-intentioned painters got it.

In fact, Yuting is a young girl who pursues fashion, and she finds that in this painting, three people have a style that was popular twenty years ago, and several others are ten years ago, and there are also styles from three years ago, and she has a similar one in her wardrobe.

It's an exaggeration to describe it in terms of different eras, but it does describe a few people with different styles of clothing on this painting.

In particular, this is obviously a Western world, and the overall style of the whole painting is also a Western oil painting, but an old Taoist priest with a bull's nose actually appeared on the painting.

This old Taoist priest is dressed in a splendid green phoenix robe, and under his crotch is a fat and strong donkey.

There is also a compass in his hand, how strange it looks.

Moreover, what surprised Yuting the most was that the faces of these people all looked frightened, which was very strange and completely inconsistent with the style of the whole painting.

Either the painter's blending skills are too poor, or....

Yuting has a guess, perhaps, the people in this are all players?

They were left in this painting forever because of a failed mission or something.

Yuting was now in the castle that she had dreamed of countless times, and at this time, it was already dark outside the castle, and dark clouds were rolling in the gloomy sky, as if some kind of huge monster had awakened among the clouds.

Although Yuting knew that it was just a dream, he still felt a touch of fear in his heart.

At this time, she looked back and saw a scene that made her even more terrifying.

But she saw a magic circle appear in her field of vision.

A wizened body sat in the center of the chaotic circle.

It was an old man with his back bent and his upper body exposed.

"It began with the original gods of blood and chaos."

"I humbly pray for your coming!"

"I exchange the blood of all beings for your mercy!"

The circle had five corners, and on each corner was a black leaf, and on each leaf was a drop of crimson blood, and the blood shimmered with strange golden shards.

Yuting recognized the identity of this old man at a glance, it was Virgil the Great in his later years.

Although it looks thin and shriveled, this body does not give people a sense of powerlessness at all.

His exposed copper skin was full of golden tattoos, and underneath it was a dense muscle that seemed to be made of steel.

No matter who comes to see this body, they can judge that the old man must have been a very strong man during his lifetime.

In addition to this old man, there were two people standing in the room.

The one on the left is a vampire.

Vampires are generally handsome, free from sunlight all year round, and have extremely fair skin, and Duke Bolton is the best of them.

But I saw that he had blonde hair and a shawl, his skin was pale, and the lines and contours of his face were like a knife and an axe.

It's three-dimensional.

Coupled with a small mustache on the upper lip and a short goatee with a sexy chin, he is clearly an extremely cultured gentleman.

And on the right, there is a caramel-eyed red-haired young man, who is none other than the werewolf clan's Tai Sui.

It's just that the red-haired young man at this moment, his eyes are dilated, and the whole person is standing there as if he is down.

"This ....."

Yu Ting looked at this scene, and the countless intertwined lines in his mind began to slowly connect together.

She seemed to figure something out.

But I saw the old man speak: "The last ritual is still short of blood and chaos, Boton, I will divide my spirit into two, half for you, and give you the power to rule the continent, however, you need to help me do a few things, when I become a god, you will be my most loyal minister, don't try to resist, you should know my power, once you have any small moves, I don't mind replacing you directly with my spirit." ”

Duke Bolton knelt on one knee, not daring to look directly at Virgil the Great, "The little one understands. ”

"As for the other wisp of spirit, I will let Tai Sui be installed in the werewolf clan, and when the time is right, I will use him as the key to unite the undead clan to start the final sacrificial war, and you will see the plan when the time comes."

.....

"Vampires are just a disease, and they really take themselves seriously." A caramel-eyed young man stood on the gray dome and said.

Pheromanmiasis, also known as hemovipin disease, is a group of disorders of invigorated metabolism caused by the lack of a certain enzyme or reduced enzyme activity in the heme synthesis pathway.

The symptoms of this disease are pain, burning sensation, erythematous edema, wheals, and in severe cases, blisters, blood blisters, erosions and scabs, and fear of sunlight, so it is also called vampire disease.

Of course, under the effect of the spells he cast, the physical fitness of these vampires was stronger than that of ordinary human races, and their thirst for blood was infinitely magnified, which led to today's blood clan.

This Duke of Bolton was just in better physical condition at that time, and without his spirit, he was not a fart.

Virgil the Great watched the dragon-like trains come and go, and the people in the city didn't know that the Scarlet City was about to face a crisis.

The shopkeepers on the street are still lighting up their shop signs with a seductive fire, just like the billboards in the night view of the earth, attracting customers to buy and sell their goods.

Not far away, in the blacksmith's shop, the chained surface dwarves cursed and muttered dwarven language that no one understood, and at the urging of two Bloodborns, repaired beautiful weapons and jewels for his master.

Everything was in order, as if the war was still far away.

There are people patrolling the Scarlet City, and the Marquis of Leighton does this, of course, most of the time these people are grinding foreign workers.

They just patrol aimlessly, and if there is a suspicious person, they will hit it directly, and if they don't, forget it......

The day's patrol is over when you return to the meeting place when the patrol is completed.

Virgil the Great scanned everyone who came and went with his caramel eyes, and even Virgil the Great himself didn't notice his own eyes.

A faint glimmer of light crossed his eyes, like a hunting beast, and he returned to the savage jungle with joy.

He returned to the center of the storm ahead of time, to make sure everything was safe.

Entering the Scarlet City went smoothly and without any obstacles, and the guards outside the walls did not notice the young man who swaggered in, as if he was like a ghost of nothingness.

Virgil the Great guessed that this should be the trench coat on his body.

This black trench coat called the Hidden One works, and it reduces the attention of others to themselves, distorting their perceptions.

Virgil the Great looked at those twisted and weird buildings and sighed: "You guys, you guys, really don't take municipal construction and urban management to heart, and your life is really rough, but it's okay, I'm back." ”

He lay on the ground like a giant beast, indifferently watching thousands of people come and go.

Carrying rifles and wearing steel helmets, the blood-blooded patrolmen, their shiny military boots across the unevenness, the main road of the Scarlet City, the Garden Avenue, was noisy and bustling.

However, with the "death" of Virgil the Great, the once prosperous city has gone, leaving only the decaying city.

However, in the end, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and there are still many people coming and going here, especially in the industrial area, which is still overcrowded.

A large number of Bloodlines want to earn silver through the Merchant and then exchange it for fresher blood.

However, in this seemingly bustling city, in those inconspicuous corners, feces and urine are flowing in the cracks of broken stone slabs, emitting a foul smell, and some of the blood can be seen living in shacks.

Either join the army so you can go outside without too many restrictions, or you can stay here honestly for the sake of stability, but there is a strict hierarchy of blood supply.

Many bloodlines can't even eat enough, and the quota of fresh blood is getting smaller and smaller every year, just like the subsistence allowance.

Even these bloodlines were divided into an invisible class of nobles, citizens, and freemen.

There seems to be law and order in the city, but in reality, from high to low, no one takes it seriously.

In fact, many of the Bloodlines are living a life of resignation, because no one knows if the next second will happen to the "you know too much, so I have to kill you" situation.

Order, beauty, prosperity, its neighbors are chaos, ugliness, and ruin.

The caramel-eyed youth didn't care about any of this, the Great Purge was about to begin, and all the bloodlines would be burial goods.