Listening to the narration of the gods, Hodge seemed to witness the situation of the original blood clan and saw the magnificent battle of the century.

Of course, Hodge, who knows history, knows the end result: Vladimir's castle is destroyed, the Bloods have lost the Death Clan Cappadocia forever, the ancestor Lilith is gone, and the Holy Church has won a great victory.

And the being who causes all things is the true God of the Holy Church, the God of Light and the Sun.

God descends!

Forcibly descend in the person of the true God!

Defeated the ancient god Lilith, who is also a god!

Even if the ancient god Lilith is not in the right state, this is just as terrifying!

You must know that the ancient god Lilith is an ancient god who survived from the Second Age, and the true god of the Holy Church is nothing more than a god who has just been promoted from the Fourth Age.

Neither the two are at the same level as the control of the law or the authority of the gods.

No one can believe that the end result is like this?

Knowing the final outcome, all the members fell silent and waited for the divine to clear their doubts.

They just don't know much about the details, but everyone understands the ending.

"Eventually, the ancestor of the werewolf clan appeared, ruining the ancestor's plan, and the ancestor was furious, and fought with the werewolf ancestor for several days, and finally killed him in his own temple in front of the other werewolves in Roslo Villa......"

"The blood renders the entire Roslo Villa, since then there is no more werewolf clan in the world, and the werewolves who escaped by luck do not dare to call themselves werewolves, let alone show their true bodies, and have been hiding their heads and tails, only under the light of the full moon and moonlight, will they reveal their original appearance, which is also the origin of the legend of werewolves......"

"After that battle, the Ancestor regained his consciousness and began to evacuate us to lay out for the future of the Bloodline, and at that time, I knew that the Ancestor sensed his future and saw the future of the Bloodline......

"The last thing, as you all know, the god of light and the sun of the Holy Church caused the gods to descend, and the real body came to Vladimir's castle in person, directly destroyed everything, and the ancestor fought with him, and finally disappeared."

Albert the Divine Recent, recounted the events of Vladimir's Castle from his own perspective.

The content is relatively substantial, but Hodge still hears the hidden in his words, and he deliberately omits many details.

For example, how many people did Lilith kill after she went crazy?

Or why did Lilith suddenly wake up? Is she really crazy?

What exactly is she contaminated?

Authority is polluted, with her level, her strength, why can't she see it?

The ancient god Lilith is so scheming, why does she frequently appear in a stun?

Would you rather sacrifice so many clansmen than order them to be transferred?

For a series of questions, the narration is extremely vague and evasive.

Hodge believed that the Divine Servant, the person close to the ancient god Lilith, must have known many details of the past, but he was reluctant to tell it, perhaps to protect Lilith's face, or perhaps for some other reason.

"Alright, I'm done, it's your turn......"

Albert, the Divine Favorite, didn't want to say any more, so he changed the subject and looked at Mr. Puppet.

Mr. Puppet nodded, and began to talk about some small knowledge and tips about the cultivation of the Blood Clan.

Several members listened attentively and benefited a lot.

Mr. Puppet also shared some tips for other avenues......

As several members discussed and shared with each other, soon, the party came to an end.

Hodge also gained a lot of benefits from this gathering, such as ancient history, the secrets of the sun god, and three items, which can be said to have made a lot of money.

"Alright, adjourn."

Albert the Divine Favor stood up and declared the Blood Moon gathering over.

As Albert's voice fell, this magnificent and ancient palace began to fall apart and fall apart.

The glow of the blood diamond on the back of the top chair began to gradually converge, and the projection of the ancient gods dissipated.

The figures of several members gradually faded and disappeared into the palace.

This time, Hodge's figure disappeared into the crumbling palace with a thought in his mind.

The next moment, Hodge came to the thirteen quaint gates again, and he looked at the dead darkness around him, and took out three traded items from his bosom.

Magic cards, scorching cloaks, contracts for the dead.

Hodge looked at the three items and smiled with satisfaction.

……

Senricars Cathedral, a small town to the east.

Townhouse room, living room.

A brown-haired man in a classical gold-rimmed robe and gold-rimmed glasses on his face lies on his bed, and the crimson moonlight shines through the tulle curtains and spills into the floor of the living room, adding to the mystery.

The man on the bed is handsome, with excellent facial features, and he is a rare beautiful man.

The brown-haired man slowly opened his eyes.

A pair of eyes, scarlet as blood, deep and mysterious.

"Edward ......"

The brown-haired man whispered the name, rolled out of bed, walked to the table, raised his hand to close the curtains, and lit the gas wall lamp.

A dim light gradually illuminated the room.

"Enchantment!"

The brown-haired man spat out an ancient Raymond German word, and a violent spiritual storm suddenly set off around him, the storm spread outward, and gradually softened as it approached the wall, and the faint red light, accompanied by the crimson moonlight, faintly covered the townhouse, covering up the spiritual fluctuations and extraordinary aura in it.

After the brown-haired man finished doing this, he gently pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, raised his hand, and on the clean and tidy table, three cups of blood wine of different colors appeared out of thin air.

Pale cyan, purplish, crimson.

Three colors, three cups of blood wine.

The brown-haired man looked at the three cups of blood wine and muttered softly: "Even the best refiner of the blood clan can't refine three cups of blood wine of perfect condition in one year, if these three cups of blood wine are of the same vintage, Edward, the blood cup will definitely be in your hands......"

The brown-haired man was none other than Albert, the Divine Favorite.

That's right, there was only one reason why Albert deliberately bought three glasses of blood wine in one go.

He was going to be sure of one thing.

That is, is the blood cup in Edward's hands?

Once is a coincidence, twice is a coincidence, and three times cannot be a coincidence!

Albert's expression remained unchanged, and he silently reached into the void and took out a black-framed circular convex lens in the shape of a magnifying glass.

Albert put the convex lens in front of his eyes and aimed it at the first glass of pale cyan blood wine.

Year: 1

Grade: Perfect

Albert was not surprised by this result, and pointed the convex lens at the second cup of fuchsia blood wine.

Year: 1

Grade: Perfect

"Sure enough, the same vintage, less than a year of refining time, and the same grade of blood wine." Albert muttered, and pointed the convex lens in his hand at the third glass of Crimson Blood Wine.

This magical item is called the Master Wine Judge, and it is the product of the combination of extraordinary properties and magnifying glass after the death of a descendant of the Blood Clan, because this descendant of the Blood Clan was a master refiner before his death, and he has always wanted to refine the perfect quality of blood wine, but until the mutation died, he did not get his wish.

The powerful obsession remains on the extraordinary properties, and is strangely fused by the magnifying glass of a special material to form a unique effect.

Since I can't be a master wine refiner, I want to be the best wine master.

Albert felt the remnants of this resentment and bought the magical item at a trade fair within the Bloodline.

Since this item does not have any combat power, it can only evaluate the level of blood wine, which is simply a chicken rib for other blood clans.

It's a pity to discard it.

Eventually, Albert was able to obtain the magical item at an extremely cheap price.

Unexpectedly, this time it came in handy.

Year: 1

Grade: Perfect

"Sure enough, I guessed right, these three glasses of wine are all blood wine of the same year, and they are all perfect grades, and sure enough, it is blood wine made from blood cups, and the comments of the wine critics can only distinguish between grade and vintage, but for the vintage time, it will never go wrong."

"Less than one year, according to one year, if one of the three cups of blood wine was made last year, once the New Year's Eve, even if it is one day, the wine judge will show two years."

"So, on Edward's body, or in the hands of the relatives behind him, there is a blood cup of one of the thirteen holy relics......"

After Albert verified what he was thinking, he silently put away the three glasses of blood wine and the wine judge.

He thought for a moment, took out a pen and paper, and wrote on the yellowed paper with an absorbent pen:

Mr. Puppet, I am a god, please come and meet me in the town of Gurok as soon as possible......

After finishing writing, Albert put the letter into the envelope, then stood up, waved his right hand, urged the spirit, and used blood to draw a blood contract circle out of thin air, dense blood-colored lines, like tadpoles extending around, the cold yin wind blew, and the temperature of the entire room dropped by several degrees.

After the circle was formed, a pitch-black crow, struggling, sprang out of the circle little by little, landed on the table, and looked at Albert.

The crow's eyes were blood-red, as delicate and bright as rubies, and its black wings were soft and shiny, exuding a cold aura.

The next moment, the crow spat out and said in Raymond: "To whom do you want to send a letter?" ”

"A Bloodline, codenamed a puppet." Albert smiled slightly, and took out a strip of cloth stained with Mr. Puppet's blood from his bosom, which was previously entrusted to be left for contact, although the blood on it had long since dried up, it still had a special effect, which could help the messenger crow locate Mr. Puppet.

The crow sniffed the bloodstained strip of cloth, nodded, walked over to the letter, stretched out his mouth, bit the letter, and re-drilled back into the blood pact circle that had not yet dissipated.

With the disappearance of the black crow, the coldness in the room suddenly dissipated a lot.

Albert silently withdrew the barrier used for sealing, reopened the tulle curtains, looked out the window at the crimson full moon still hanging in the sky, and muttered, "The blood cup is here, and the puppet will return to the blood clan...... Ancestor, when the thirteen holy relics return, it will be when you wake up again......"