Bloodthirsty King, Harran!

This notorious Prince of the Bloodline was known for his cruelty and tyranny.

It is rumored that Harlan will continue to torture bleeding creatures until the blood runs out, and his favorite thing to do is to tie people naked to the cross and beat them constantly with a whip with small thorns, and the psionic whip will give life to the beaten person when whipped, so that he will not die from excessive blood loss.

Every time Harran beats a person until his skin is opened, he must whip all the flesh and blood of this person, leaving only a miserable white skeleton and broken internal organs.

It is said that every time Harlan killed someone, he would pile the corpse of that person at the back of his castle, and over time, a mountain of corpses would be formed there, and the mountain of corpses was filled with a strong tyrannical aura, and ordinary humans would just look at it, and the blood of the whole body would burst through the blood vessels and die in terror.

The Moon Clan and the Blood Clan had a struggle, at this stage, the Blood Abuse King Harran was the one who killed the most Moon Clan among all the Blood Clan princes, and the hatred for him was almost engraved into the blood of the Moon Clan, and Le Lianxue was no exception, when she felt this tyrannical aura, her anger rushed to her heart inexplicably.

Her figure flickered, and when she reappeared, she was already in the hall with the pitch-black coffin.

"In the crevices!"

When Le Lianxue came here, she found that something was wrong, she looked down, her gaze was projected deeper than reality, in the gap that could not be described by her vision, the area where the pitch-black coffin was projected in the gap, there were tiny cracks one after another, and countless tyrannical aura was stirring out of it, and the whole looked like an egg about to break its shell.

You can't just resurrect him.

Such a thought flashed through Le Lianxue's mind for the first time, one of the reasons was the hatred engraved in her blood, but the bigger reason was that this tyrannical aura made her extremely uncomfortable, if such a creature was resurrected and returned to the real world, it would be a disaster for both the Moon Clan and others.

I don't know how the Blood Torture King Harlan was resurrected, and Le Lianxue can only use the widest range of moon magic.

The moonlight swayed out of her hand, illuminating reality, shining through the cracks, shining on the area projected by the pitch-black coffin, although the moonlight could not dispel the outer concealment, but it could shine into it, and the light contained the magic that the Moon Clan had specially used to target the Blood, and the white flames would burn the filthy flesh clean.

But in the next moment, the blood-colored mist spread into the gap, blocking her moonlight.

Le Lianxue looked up, in front of the pitch-black coffin, in the center of the flesh and blood psionic crystals clustered, the dark king Mornhard was standing, his hands were raised flatly, palms upward, and the flesh and blood psionic crystals around him steamed out one blood-colored mist after another, surging towards the pitch-black coffin.

With a wave of her right hand, the moonlight shone into the blood-colored mist, dispersing it.

Prevented the Dark King Monhard from transmitting spiritual energy to the resurrected Dark King Harlan, but Le Lianxue was not happy at all, because all this was in Moernhard's control, and it seemed that she stopped Moernhard, but in fact, it was Mornhard who restrained her.

"Moon Clan, can't you tell the situation?" Moenhard's gaze was firmly fixed on Le Lianxue, and the aristocratic temperament was shown at this moment, and he waved his big hand, as solemn as a speech.

"Are you still looking at the grievances between the two clans?"

"Isn't that natural disaster seventeen years ago that hasn't brought you to your senses?"

Moenhard exclaimed:

"Think about how beautiful you Moon Clan used to be, whenever the moon appeared, your Moon Clan was the master of the world, and all the races that walked in the night had to bow to you, even if they were as strong as our blood clan, they would not be able to gain any benefit in the struggle with you."

"But now?"

"Now you are like rats, sneaking around in the night, the dignified princess of the Moon Clan, you don't dare to show your face when the Moon Spirit appears, you don't even dare to call yourself the Moon Clan anymore, change your name to the Moon Sect, you only dare to get together for a few days every month, and the rest of the time you disguise yourself as ordinary people and integrate into the human community."

Monhard continues:

"The Blood Clan is also a victim of natural disasters, the Blood Clan believers all over the world have been slaughtered, and I am the only one left among the eleven Blood Princes, and all the pride and glory have been trampled to pieces."

"They treat us like garbage, like maggots, and if there are mistakes that shouldn't exist, they want to clean us up."

"Can't you tell who is the enemy and who is the friend?"

"In the case that there is obviously a greater threat, we night forces should give up the past estrangement and shake hands again, Harlan's resurrection can strengthen the blood clan, which is also strengthening our night forces, do you have to engage in infighting, do you have to wait for them to come to the door, before you know that you are united with the outside world?"

"Princess of the Moon Clan, don't think about being just a child, think about it from the standpoint of the family."

Moenhard's loud voice echoed in the hall, and Le Lianxue lowered her head, as if she was really thinking seriously.

"I remember what you said to me a while ago." She looked up.

"You say, my words can only represent my own will."

Le Lianxue took two steps forward, and with these two steps, the hook-like waning moon in her golden pupils became brighter and brighter, and the aura of the divine seal condensed on her body suddenly became richer.

"I'm really inferior to my sister when it comes to forming gangs."

"The main thing is that I don't have the big mind of hers, and I can't help but want to clean up disgusting things when faced with them."

"Don't you care about the lives of outsiders?" Monhard asked.

"I'm kinder, but I can also distinguish between the heavy and the light, if I let the Blood Torture King resurrect, there will be many more people who will die by then than here."

Moenhard stared indifferently at Le Lianxue, who was slowly approaching:

"Moon Clan, do you really want to make the relationship between the two clans so stiff?"

Le Lianxue smiled, and although the veil obscured her face, her eyes still conveyed a cold and disdainful smile.

"You're wrong about two things." She said.

"First, whether it is changed to the Moon Sect, whether it is a few gatherings every month, or whether it is integrated into human society, it is not what we are afraid of, the Moon Clan has never been secretly silent, but it has changed to a more suitable way to live, and if you can't integrate into the old antiques of modern society, don't evaluate it without permission."

"Second, listen to your tone, as if you think you vampires can fight us, and you say that you vampires are the victims of that disaster?"

"Totally wrong!"

"You only remember that the natural disaster left only one of the eleven princes, have you forgotten who left only eleven of your twenty-seven princes?"

Moenhard's voice was cold: "Moon Clan child, do you really think you can kill me?" ”

"It's going to be hard to kill you." Le Lianxue smiled, "After all, it's one dozen and two, one dead and one injured, the Blood Torture King is dead, and you are seriously injured." ”

"Arrogance!" Moenhard grimaced.

Feeling the fluctuation behind him getting stronger and stronger, as if it was about to break out of the cocoon, Moenhard raised his arm:

"Come back, my brother!"

Click!

There was a cracking sound, and the shadows on the surface of the pitch-black coffin fluctuated, and a broken arm emerged from it.

A severed arm with a heart running through the palm of a hand.