After confirming that the Blood Rose was indeed controlled by Chen Mo, Kelis turned her eyes to Chen Mo and asked, "Young Master Ram, where are we going next?" ”

"There is a wave of blood reinforcements on the way, and it is said that the Marquis of Abro personally led the team."

This was said by Bloodbriar herself, and she had already received a signal that reinforcements from the other party would arrive soon.

"Marquis of Abroau? Why? He has mastered a mysterious high-level seal, and is a very difficult enemy. Kelis's eyes widened, and her little face was full of doubt.

The so-called seals are the collective name of various transcendent creations in this world, some of which are magical equipment made by spellcasters, and some ancient relics excavated from underground labyrinths.

Speaking of which, it is a bit like the props or equipment that Chen Mo understands, but it is undoubtedly more powerful.

And once you have the seal, it is very likely that the opponent's strength will directly increase to a higher level.

No matter how strong Chen Mo is, it is difficult to please the other party.

If good news is always delayed like a pigeon, then bad news is like a crow, which will always come in flocks and then keep throwing down foul-smelling droppings, leaving a disgusting mess.

The most precious thing for Chen Mo now is time, but he can't go to Scarlet City right away, he must deal with this reinforcement first.

Otherwise, if he collided head-on, Chen Mo was not sure that he would be able to take down the other party.

He chose to ambush.

Of course, his current strength attribute has broken through to 10 points, and he just wants to find someone to practice his hands.

Although he had mastered some fighting skills before, he didn't fight hard after all.

The real battle is ultimately about who has more strength, who is faster, and who is more explosive.

There are fighting skills, even if the tricks are practiced superbly, you can be knocked down with one punch.

But now he wanted to see if he could knock out this Marquis of Abro with one punch.

......

In fact, Chen Mo did miscalculate something.

That's the relationship between Bloodbriar and Duke Bolton.

The Blood Rose is actually the daughter of Duke Bolton, otherwise the other party would not have such a title and official position at a young age.

But in order to protect her, the Duke of Bolton deliberately concealed their relationship.

He also kept the Blood Rose away from the center of chaos and came to this remote corner of Lighthouse Town.

It's just a pity that she ran into Chen Mo, the big demon king.

At this moment, although Duke Bolton signed a soul contract with Virgil the Great, and many things have to be manipulated by Virgil the Great, the relationship between him and his daughter is still there, and Virgil the Great also acquiesces to this relationship.

When he received the news of the destruction of Lighthouse Town, he instantly fell into a state of rage.

"Immediately let the Marquis of Abro rush over, and save the Blood Rose no matter what."

Duke Bolton himself is gentle and elegant, his hair and shirt are meticulous, but when he roars, his face is distorted, but he looks like a mad lion, powerful and unstoppable, and only when he sees him like this, will he really understand that this guy is the real king of the empire.

The reason why Virgil the Great acquiesced to Duke Bolton for Marquis Abro to come to his aid was because he got a clue that Ramvigil had appeared in Lighthouse Town.

So, he also thought of a lot of things.

In order to stifle the variables, he decided to give this Ramvirgil death.

......

"Abro has a seal, so it should be fine to kill Ram there." On the rooftop of a rooftop in the Crimson City, a caramel-eyed youth is sitting on a wooden chair in a white robe.

In front of him was a table of eight immortals that looked to be a few years old, and a cup of freshly brewed fragrant tea was constantly swirling hot, with a refreshing fragrance.

Virgil the Great took a leisurely sip of his tea, waiting for that moment to come.

He whispered words like a psalm:

"One ceremony, ten birds, a hundred poisonous snakes, a thousand souls and ten thousand paintings!

The crimson blood is wine, the spirit of devotion is honey, and the body of a living sacrifice is a meal

The god of blood and chaos who sleeps here has been transformed from a hell, the shadow of rebirth clings to its wings, and the elegy of praise will bring you back to the world! ”

Apprentices in the Dye Workshop are working overtime to create uniforms for the bloodlines fighting on the front lines.

They soaked the cuttlefish they had picked up from the sea in the pond and beat them with sticks. The frightened cuttlefish kept squirting ink, staining the pool water black.

On the other side, some of the apprentices were pounding a cyan flower with a stone mortar to direct the filtered juice to another tank. There were also apprentices who were carrying rolls of linen cloth and dyeing them in the dye vats, which were the military uniforms of the Bloodborns, blue-black.

At this moment, the door above the rooftop was slammed.

A tall Marquis of Layton, dressed in a military uniform, stumbled in from outside.

As soon as the Marquis of Layton entered the door, looking at the familiar table of eight immortals and fragrant tea, Tong Kong contracted violently, and he staggered forward, kneeling behind the caramel-eyed young man, his hands and feet and foreheads all touching the ground, and he was the most humble five-hearted kneeling posture.

"Guessed?" Virgil the Great did not look back, but just sipped his fragrant tea to himself.

The Marquis of Layton, who was above 10,000 men in the Bloodline Army, lay on his stomach like a dog.

In fact, Layton had long since sensed that something was wrong with the old man who loved to read pornographic magazines in the tavern, so he kept an eye on it, and even overheard the conversation between Virgil the Great and the old man.

Some things, as long as they are smart people, are not difficult to judge.

Many of Duke Bolton's unusual actions are not actually unnoticed, but everyone deliberately ignores them

When the Marquis of Layton learned of his subordinate's report, he killed the subordinate who reported it at that time.

MD, is this what I can know?

Is this what I can know?

The Marquis of Layton did not report the matter to the Duke of Bolton, not for anything else, because he had seen this caramel-eyed young man drinking morning tea with the Duke of Bolton, which was a table of eight immortals with fragrant tea on it.

The red-haired young man's eyes were calm and indifferent, and the Duke of Bolton at that time was also as worried as he is now.

And on the rooftop today, he saw the exact same picture from 300 years ago.

The Marquis of Layton bowed from the bottom of his heart.

In the face of such an existence, any marquis and duke's are all eggs...

He lay on the ground like a dog, cold sweat kept overflowing on his forehead, and soon gathered into a small circle of wet marks on the ground, and his voice couldn't stop trembling: "Please don't kill me, Vi, Virgil the Great.."

Virgil the Great took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Why should I kill you? ”

"I, I saw you.."

"What do you see?" Virgil the Great raised an eyebrow, his red hair unfurled towards the back.