This time, the Marquis of Leighton finally knew why the black-robed pharaoh had the confidence to enter the werewolf camp alone, and the other party had just deceived him to less than five meters away from him before he sensed it, and it was as fast as lightning, dodging his attack.

Even the Marquis of Abro, who was about the same strength as him, could be sensed by him when he was almost ten meters away from him.

At this moment, in the bloodline camp, there is a scene similar to that before the werewolf camp.

Chen Mo relied on his high mobility and power to carry out all-round attacks with the help of various power points in the camp, and soon several bloodlines died tragically under Chen Mo's blade.

"Mistakenly, I originally thought that the black-robed pharaoh was the strongest, but I didn't expect that the two black-robed people he brought over were also very strong!" The Marquis of Layton shrank his hole.

But the next moment, Marquis Layton only saw a blue attack in front of him, and he hurriedly swung the long knife in his hand, which had a poison from the bloodline.

As long as he can attack the enemy, the poison will sweep through the enemy's whole body along the wound, and as long as he hits the blow, the Marquis of Leighton is confident that the opponent will definitely die.

The long knife in his hand slashed across a long and deep trajectory.

However, the Marquis of Leighton suddenly felt a touch of uneasiness in his heart, he reacted very quickly, quickly withdrew his hand, and a bright spear slashed, and it was a spear, which instantly knocked his steel knife down, and grazed his hand, drenched in blood, and scared him into a cold sweat.

If he had been a little slower to react just now, his palm would have been cut off.

Marquis Layton took a deep breath, and the next moment, two blackness appeared in his eyes.

Several bloodlines around saw the eyes of Marquis Layton, and their hearts suddenly felt cold.

In an instant, those bloodies seemed to have been sucked away or something, and they withered into skinny dried corpses.

"Fear is Evil Eye's favorite thing." Marquis Layton smacked his mouth, and suddenly felt a comfortable feeling flowing from the evil eyes between his eyebrows to the hundreds of bones in his limbs.

In the next moment, the Marquis of Leighton's body swelled and turned into a skeletal monster, like the outline of a human skeleton, covered with scales like barbs.

Chen Mo just glanced at the evil eye, and only felt as if something in his body had been sucked away.

He possessed the [Tiger Jiao Spiritual Flow], which instinctively allowed him to deal with most non-lethal injuries, and there were still corpses all over the place, providing a steady stream of energy for his [Blood Armor].

But the moment he was stared at by that evil eye, Chen Mo only felt that his soul was about to be stripped out of his body!

The four marquis of bloodline, sure enough, there is not a fuel-efficient lamp!

The ferocious aura and the murderous aura simulated the essence of red and black, rushing towards his face, and Marquis Layton once again raised the long knife in his hand and rushed towards Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't think about turning around and leaving, the other party's methods were a little weird, and besides, the purpose of provoking the Marquis of Layton had already been achieved, and there was no point in continuing to stay here.

was so troubled by Chen Mo, the werewolves and bloodborne, who were still in a state of war, actually stopped at the same time.

Because the two attacks today happened so quickly and so suddenly that everyone was in a state of confusion and suspicion at the same time.

Could it be that the undead want to swallow up all the bloodlines and werewolves?

But the problem was that now even the Pale Lord didn't know what the black-robed pharaoh was doing, and everyone couldn't figure out what was going on.

......

At this moment, on the rooftop of the Scarlet City.

Although he was a duke, he was not wearing a heavy and ornate dress at the moment, but simply put on a loose gray pajamas.

Duke Bolton looked at the scene in the distance and frowned slightly.

He remembered the prophecy of the bronze mirror from earlier.

According to his plan, everything is ready, and now the bloodline is a little overwhelmed.

Just wait for the undead to join the battlefield and capture the Scarlet City, and the ritual can be opened, and everything will be fine.

But what was supposed to be a foolproof plan suddenly began to develop in an unknown direction.

But the ritual had already begun, and the Duke of Bolton could not leave the place, so he could only silently pray that everything would go well.

In his hand, he was holding an unsightly stone.

That's another condition for the sadhana to begin.

Rakshasa Stone.

It's just that even Duke Bolton was a little shocked when he first discovered this Rakshasa Stone, obviously it has such an awesome name, but it is just a stone that is not good-looking.

No wonder some people say that he thinks the end of science is theology.

Such a stone eye can burst out with unimaginable energy.

At this moment, Duke Bolton was closing his eyes, as if his spiritual power was being pulled by something.

"Wandering between the abyss and the Lord of the world,"

"The god of blood and chaos..."

"The Ruler of the Great *** ......"

"Your humble servant, offering you blood and the power of chaos!"

"Let your will walk in the world...... Like in the Abyss!"

In an instant, the skin of Duke Bolton's whole body cracked.

It wasn't a scar cut with a knife, it wasn't the bite of a beast, it looked like broken ice. It is like a broken mirror, and the whole person is like a fragile vase.

Blood-black fluid flowed from the cracked crevices in his body.

However, beneath the peeling skin of Duke Bolton was not flesh and blood, but a void.

The void of blood and darkness.

In the void of Duke Bolton's body, a humanoid phantom slowly condensed.

This humanoid silhouette was full of muscles, hideous and terrifying, full of scarlet eyes, blinking and blinking, flashing with a terrifying and demonic red light in the dark night.

Its body was covered in strange black spikes, and the spikes were covered with ugly and strange runes.

And underneath the spikes, there was a strange white flame that made the scalp tingle.

These flames look eerie and cold, and if you look closely, all of them have faces wailing and distorting inside.

And the phantom seems to be gradually consolidating...

......

At this moment, the Terran camp.

"Can you enchant?" Chen Mo looked at the fish court opposite in shock, but now Chen Mo had put on a mask to cover his face.

He didn't believe that the other party could remember what he looked like just by a brief contact.

At this time, Yuting's injuries have healed, and for players on the right path, Yuting did not hide his identity as a [Heavenly Gangdi].

Moreover, judging from the strength of the other party, it must be at least a level 4 player, no, it may even be level 5.

Of course, this was entirely because Yuting didn't know how many bloodlines and undead Chen Mo had killed, and how many attribute points had been added.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that players above level 6 would enter a new stage and not be matched with players below level 6, Yuting would even feel that the other party might be level 6.

And...

Yu Ting glanced at the black-robed pharaoh who was honestly staying behind, she hadn't noticed just now.

Yu Tingxin said, what is the origin of this kid, how does he control the means of manipulating the puppet, is it the person of the [Queen of Ants]?