It didn't take long for Servius to take Elaine to the noble realm to which he was allegiated.

Compared to the dilapidated underbelly of the Comoros, this aristocratic city full of ornate buildings has the charm of the former Spirit Empire, with countless sumptuous reliefs everywhere as if they were mere decorations, and the breath of special poison permeates the streets and alleys - if you look closely at the composition of this magnificent city-state, you will find that every brick and tile here is made of soul and pain, and even the magnificent central fountain exudes a strong incense of corpse oil. From the unbridled mist, a slightly opaque twisted figure could be seen.

This is just a small microcosm of the 10,000-year-old history of the Aeldarns.

Even the terrible destruction brought about by the Great Fall has not erased the tyranny and depravity imprinted in their blood, but has completely released their bottomless nature like a tight spring, and there are some hints of the future of the dark spirits, which have appeared in these capitals that condense endless wealth and resources.

Even though Elaine had been prepared for this, the exaggerated sensory stimulation still made her uncomfortable.

"You alien wretchants... Is it rude? ”

Feeling the ferocious gaze of those who were staring at her grow more and more intense, Elaine's brow furrowed slightly.

"I'm sorry... My lord. Most of these noble sons have never been taught etiquette. ”

"And we have reached the family to which I am allegiated, Earls, either as an ancient nobleman with a long history, or because the name of this ancient nobleman has only fallen to a few young true sons... Therefore, their innate pride makes them unaware of the horrors that exist in the Most High Heaven. ”

"I beg your pardon... I assure you, with the pride of my blood servants, that not many people in this noble realm dare to provoke us..."

Servius apologized hoarsely, but the confidence in his tone made his sickly floating body exude a little pride.

As an old blood warrior for the current Comoros, Servius obviously has a pretty good position to speak in his family's territory.

At least, he thinks to himself. Aside from the direct blood relatives of the noble leader, there were not many people in this city who dared to challenge their majesty.

Listening to Servius's ostentatious words, Elaine just snorted coldly.

"I don't need your guaranty, and I don't need your so-called [asylum]."

"To be honest, I don't want to stay in your world for half a second longer - but if it weren't for my urgency at the moment, you and your family would probably have a lot of trouble."

There was not the slightest politeness in Elaine's tone, because she knew that all the flattery and politeness shown by the alien miscellaneous of the dark spirit clan were only flattery to the strong after all, and if she was an ordinary human, then this thin blood warrior who seemed to be low-voiced would become the most terrifying and hideous demon.

However, Elaine, who has a considerable degree of understanding of the dark spirits and the blood lings, is indeed not worried that there will be any long-sighted true born spirit clan who has the courage to provoke a family blood ling.

Often self-proclaimed masters of the art of flesh and blood, the Bloodlings are on par with the Dark Elves, who possess the means of production—only their profound knowledge knows how to sustain their prey with the greatest amount of pain or to keep the poor creatures of their eternal hunt from being drained by Him.

In other words, in the depraved Comoros, the Blood Men are not only responsible for the important duties of apothecaries, but also have a crucial logistical attribute.

Each Blood Servant has thousands of ways to manipulate their souls, and even if they die, they will have countless strange ways to resurrect from the dead—which is a big reason why Elaine didn't kill the alien creature in the first place after waking up.

With so many to-dos to keep busy, Elaine didn't want to waste her time hunting down a poor creature with all sorts of life-saving methods, nothing more.

……

Karn's dreams have been getting weirder lately.

In his dreams, he saw a large and eerie city of darkness.

In the city, the most horrific scene of hell imaginable is played out at all times, and the existence of the city is dominated by a group of xenomorphic miscellaneous people who feed on pain and souls.

They are a group of slender and nimble deadly shadows, capable of even moving at exaggerated speeds that completely surpass Astarte's, and possess many strange and strange combat skills.

It's just that their fighting skills exist more to extract the pain of their victims... If it is a little contend with the current human empire, I am afraid that it will be torn into a pile of meaningless scum by countless torrents of steel and heavy artillery fire.

It was clear that Karn was still conscious of the hazy dream.

Because of this, he realized that the Human Empire had once fought against such alien beings - during his long hundreds of years of fighting, he vaguely remembered that the Empire's iron horsemen had set foot in some worlds called [Aydarin], and he himself had cut off several alien heads of such shapes.

But... In the dream world, Karn could clearly feel that these filthy aliens were slightly different in detail from the enemies he had fought.

The xenomorph scum of these dark city-states was apparently even more drowning in torment and pain, so much so that their ornate techniques for torture seemed so comical to the hundred-year-old veteran that he knew how to defeat these slender xenomorphs in light armor with a little peeping.

But these boring things didn't take up much of Karn's time, and he knew that there must be a reason for such a wonderful dream.

Karn believed that the reason came from the blood of the sons of the mountains.

As a result of Karn's perseverance in immersing his spirit in the sea of minds of the Twelfth Legion countless times, at a certain special time, he finally saw the great form that all the Children of the Mountains had been thinking about day and night.

This reward made him ecstatic, but his mood also fell to the bottom in an instant because of the gradually clear appearance of the figure.

He could clearly see that his mother's majestic figure was now extremely weak, and there was a strangely shaped alien walking in front of him.

What did the mother go through? Why is there an alien in front of her?

Karn could feel the deference and fear that the filthy alien had shown to his mother, but he couldn't stand it.

He had to find out where his mother was now.

The dream shattered like a mirror—symbolizing Karn's resolute will.

And in that crystal clear fragment, a strange and erosive aura of depravity is constantly rising.

It's as if Ms. Joy is muttering something charmingly.

……

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There is only one watch today!

(End of chapter)