In the severe abdominal pain, those vague memories became clear.

The Viscount of the Blood Clan remembered that on a full moon night six months ago, his grandfather had summoned him.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

The magnificently Duke of the Blood Clan turned around, and the Viscount saw that there was an altar in front of his grandfather, on which were staggered with precious stones and metals, herbs and fragrant flowers representing the moon—there was no doubt that there would be a sacrifice here.

The incense candle to please the gods had been lit, and the viscount frowned, the bloodlines were very sensitive to smells, and this smell was richer and sweeter than the usual candle.

Did you add something?

As a qualified pharmacist, he silently mobilized the rich knowledge of pharmacy in his mind, but before the results were obtained, his mind became groggy and could only control the basic reactions of his body, and could not carry out more complex thoughts, and the Prince of Condé, his grandfather, said in a satin-like voice: "Euroga, dear Euroga, you are the best of the younger generation and my favorite child."

"You have followed me into the forests, through the wilderness, and with me in the empire, and in and out of feasts...... You've adapted well, very well."

"But as my seed, your eyes ought to be higher than the world."

As he spoke, Prince Condé turned to his side, and Euroca stepped forward, the invisible and pervasive scent enveloping him, pushing and shoving him, wrapping around his torso and seeping into his nerves...... In just a few steps, the sparkle in his eyes dimmed, confusion and numbness took his place, and the Prince of Condé raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction as he looked like a doll-figure.

"Good boy, come with me and chant His name......

"Unique Red Moon ......"

"Symbol of Life and Beauty......

"Mother of All Spiritual Forces......

"I and my seed ask for your gaze, and I ask for thy hearing......

On the altar, the metal that symbolized the moon seemed to be pinched by a large, invisible hand, and a crack sprang out of the surface, and bright red blood flowed from the crack—only living creatures bleed, as if they had been given life.

He remembered that one day three months earlier, the Ancestor had summoned him alone and controlled him with a magical spice that blurred his memory of the time he had been controlled, so much so that he didn't remember reciting the name of a strange being—even though some of the descriptions of authority in that name were similar to the Ancestor, it would never be the Ancestor!

Whose name did he recite?

To whom exactly is he praying?

The unknown breeds fear, and fear makes his heart beat faster, "Knock, knock—" and Euroga felt her eardrums burst by the sound of a pounding heartbeat.

No, it's not!

It wasn't the sound of his own heartbeat, it wasn't coming from his chest, it was from his abdomen, which was in constant pain! A new life was being conceived, pulsating - but in the blink of an eye, his flat lower abdomen was already swollen like a pregnant woman in October! Ornia tightened the shackles around him as if she were on the verge of an enemy, and the undeveloped thing in Euroga's womb sensed the danger and let out a cry that could be heard even through her belly—a cry that would have caused even the Sage to hear a splitting headache! ….

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

This cry was like some kind of rallying signal, and the same anomaly happened to the other three Bloods! They all looked at their swollen bellies in horror - someone undressed them, and a small face full of resentment suddenly appeared on the bloodshot belly!

White light Dasheng!

In the moments before these filthy lives were about to fall to the ground, Ornia took the cinnamon branch from Thoth's hand - as the former "Creator", he contained enough power to grow this sacred plant from a branch to a towering tree in an instant!

The roots of the Guanghan laurel went down into the masonry, and the canopy of the tree broke through the roof of the house—the crimson moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves, turning pure white!

Under the wordless deterrence of the light of the silver moon,

Those filthy fetuses instinctively chose to avoid it, and the bulging bellies of several blood clans slowly shrank back.

"The crisis is not over." Ornia frowned, "That filthy life isn't gone, it's just dormant."

In addition, the extent of the contamination of these bloodlines is unknown, and although it is an option to try to save it, the pollution from the moon is not so easy to eradicate the roots, and it is better to ...... than to leave a crisis that could cause disaster at any time

As Ornia pondered to herself, a short brass-colored rod engraved with an ancient pattern appeared in Thoth's hand—a pointed cone on one end, and a dignified human head carved on the other.

"What are you?"

"Your Highness Ornia, do you mind asking me to do the aftermath for me?"

Thoth weighed the Demon Vajra, "I have a little idea that isn't very mature."

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After a few shocking abortion surgeries, Thoth returned to the North, and he wanted to go straight to his happy nest, only to be caught by a pitch-black spire in the middle of a red pine forest—there was no castle in his mind.

Let's go check it out. Thinking so, he fell to the castle. Before he could push, the door of the castle opened on its own—a loud creaking sound like some kind of flare, and in an instant countless round things lit up in the darkness.

"Meow—"

Thoth looked down, and a pitch-black kitten appeared at his feet, as if relying on the one he looked like Monber, and it rubbed Thoth's trouser leg like a slimy piece of kraft candy.

When I picked it up, I saw a white circle in my right eye.

"Is it ......?"

"Welcome back, darling—"

Countless faces emerged from the darkness, some of them were courteous butlers, some were maids in aprons, some were gardeners with scissors, and some were boys dressed as apprentices, so strange that they almost fainted any passer-by, and they greeted in unison in a voice that could be vicissitudes or immature or sweet—

"You want to eat first?" Take a shower first? Or will you eat me first?"

Thoth's face twitched, he didn't think about why Amon knew about this stalk for a while, he only felt that he must have opened it in the wrong way, and he had to do it again. ….

Some Amun sensed His intentions and immediately broke his heart, "Is your half-step back action serious?"

"I didn't ......"

"I knew He had rejected us!"

"Hey ......"

"Tsk, what a heartless fellow."

"You've got enough."

"Is it true that He still loves to work more than we do?"

Thoth knew that he couldn't say anything about them even if he had a hundred mouths, so he decisively separated the mountains and seas, fished out the body, and gently but undeniably blocked the mouth that was waiting to continue to play - although euphemism is a traditional oriental virtue, he didn't want to listen to these dozen mouths make up a bitter drama similar to "all these years have been wrongly paid", which is too numb.

"Look at what you say, how can I be disgusted with you."

Despite the strange tone of voice, the movements are gentle, like a female removing the fetal membranes from her young. After parting, Thoth did not forget to glance at the clones who were waiting to be heckled, and the doppelgangers scattered in amusement—the gardener went on to prune the branches, the maid continued to wash the laundry, and the cook hurried to the stove to add firewood.

"Just kidding."

Amon pressed his face to Him, and Thoth was frozen by a monocle.

"It's just a joke for you, but I'm going to be made to prove myself...... In a variety of ways."

Thoth sighed softly, his fingertips touched the slightly wide forehead of the person in front of him, the deep contour of the cheeks, and finally the Adam's apple behind the collar that was half-concealed.

"Well, this time it's me

Not good." Angel Shi laughed and blinked, "But one thing to say, you look so cute."

The two figures melted into the darkness, and it was no longer possible to distinguish each other.

After the clouds and rain, there was silence, and they hugged each other in the posture of their chests against their backs, waiting for the heat to slowly subside.

After a while, Amon asked lazily, "Still thinking about the Bloodline?"

"Not really, I'm thinking about Einhorn."

Amon slipped out of his brain a tall male figure, "The new weather warlock? I remember you weren't familiar with it."

Thoth snorted, "Indeed, it's just a nod of the head."

"But if you want to talk about Einhorn, he's suffocating."

Amon played with Thoth's loose hair and braided it into thin braids, "The Sauron family has suffered a major blow in the Divine War, and the material losses can still be made up, but the personnel losses will not be made up for a while. Out of counterweight to the Red of War, Solomon promoted him to the Weather Warlock - unfortunately, there haven't been any major wars to digest potions recently."

Although the Red of War is a sharp sword, its leader believes in the true Creator, and if it is too large, it will undermine the majesty of the Emperor. In this way, it is necessary to support a weather warlock who believes in the emperor.

Thoth mused, "That is, if he had the chance, he would have offered to ask for help."

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In the southeastern part of the Solomon Empire, in Port Beckland, batches of military supplies have been loaded onto ghost ships in sorts, and the hunters of the Einhorn family are ready to go to suppress the unrest in parts of the southern continent under the control of the empire. ….

Just as France before the First Age was not accustomed to seeing Britain in Calais not leaving, the shadow of order that spread to some parts of the southern continent also made the Hades Emperor like a fish in his throat and a man's back, so while Solomon's empire fell into a brief silence because of the divine war, the yin wind of the dead blew again, but when the empire was repaired, Solomon re-set his eyes on the other side of the sea.

"Einhorne, would you like to help me disperse the winds and rancid stench that spread across the sea to the territory of the Empire?"

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I should do my best for you."

All gifts come at a price, let alone something as big as the promotion of angels. Einhorn knew that for the sake of the potion he had just taken, he would have to fight this battle neatly and beautifully no matter what.

"General, according to what you said, everything is ready."

The newly-minted angel bowed slightly to the lieutenant, and as he set sail, the rain that had been brewing for days finally fell from the lead-gray clouds, and before the deck was completely wet with raindrops, the warship sailed into the spirit realm.

After skimming over the rich colors and strangely shaped spirit creatures, the shadow of the strict order became as thin as the porridge of the poor, and the shadow of the Black Emperor ended here, and it was of little significance to continue to stay in the spirit world, and it could even be said that it was a little dangerous - although Bai Lang was a barbaric and backward country in the jokes of the nobles of the Northern Continent, no one dared to underestimate the extraordinary people of the Death Path's achievements in studying and using the spirit world.

The wind died down, a thick fog began to gather, and Einhorn prepared for a surprise landing.

Close, close, the weather sorcerer could almost imagine the rotten smell of the dead.

But in fact, he smelled the aroma, a fragrance that should have lingered on the skirts of the noblewoman's and son's clothes, and it was so mismatched to the battlefield that it was like a visitor knocking on the wrong door, and like a wonderful accident. At the smell of the aroma, His tensed nerves relaxed, like something soft caressing, slender hands, feathers, fine silk satin.

"Zheng!"

But! As a seasoned hunter, Einhorn is by no means anyone's guess! The loss of consciousness lasted less than half a second, and then the long knife came out of its sheath, and the knife was as bright as snow!

It nearly halved the rock and sank into a patch of crimson moonlight.

"Is that your ......?!"

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hariot