The shadows on the surface of the pitch-black coffin rippled one after another, and even the surrounding space was slightly distorted, and the middle position of the reverse cross drawn on the coffin, the center of the fluctuating circle that spread outward in a circle, the shadow bulged outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was something inside that was trying its best and couldn't wait to come out.

The reality is so obvious that the situation in the cracks will only be more exaggerated.

As if there was a sense of substance, a tyrannical aura poured out, forming an oppressive wind in the hall, and the wind violently pushed the blood-colored mist that filled the air in all directions, and the red aura rolled up the heavy black and red cloak of Mornhard standing in front of the coffin.

Moenhard had a feverish look in his eyes.

Since that natural disaster, he is the only Prince of the Blood Clan, and the status of the entire Blood Clan has also declined a lot, he is fed up with the cold eyes of other night forces, so he spent several years, using the long-cherished ancestral gift, consuming tens of thousands of human beings, to create this body that surpasses the strength of the peak Blood Clan.

He wants to resurrect his brother Haran, resurrect the bloody king who is known for his brutality and makes countless existences fearful, and he wants to make those night forces who once treated him coldly feel fear and pay the price of blood.

"Come back, my brother!" He raised his arms to the pitch-black coffin and shouted excitedly and loudly.

Le Lianxue in the distance stopped approaching, the silver waning moon became brighter and brighter in her golden pupils, staring closely at the existence that was about to break out of the cocoon under the shadow, the aura of the divine seal wrapped around her body became more and more intense, and the moonlight containing destruction condensed in the surroundings, turning into flickering fragments.

Her expression was more serious than ever.

Click...

The sound of the hard shell shattering sounded, soft, but exceptionally clear.

"It's coming!"

The same thought flashed through Moenhard and Le Lianxue's hearts.

A blood-red figure emerged from the center of the ripples, paused in the air, and then lost momentum, falling straight down, slamming to the ground, his face touching the upper body, kneeling on his knees, and his ass pouting high, looking funny, funny, and weird.

Moenhard and Le Lianxue were silent, their eyes full of surprise, neither of them expected that the Blood Torture King, who had been resurrected in a victorious manner, would appear in such a way.

No, something is wrong!

Le Lianxue felt that the tyrannical aura pressing on the hall had eased.

At the moment when the figure appeared, the tyrannical aura in the hall reached a peak, as if there was really a mountain range composed of corpses pressing above, and the air could even smell a strong smell of blood that made people vomit, but after the figure appeared, the tyrannical aura instantly weakened off a cliff, and disappeared directly at once, leaving only a few faint wilting breaths, leaving the dead and not dead on the field.

She looked at the figure lying on the ground in a comical pose.

This is a particularly peculiar body, although it is far away, you can still feel the majestic vitality contained in it, it is not easy to condense such a huge vitality, it is enough to show the preciousness of this body, but it is such a precious body, but at this moment, it is extremely messy, and it is not the appearance of being destroyed.

The body was covered with all kinds of deep wounds, the flesh and blood were messy, and a large amount of blood gushed out, and these only flowed, not dripping or spreading, clear blood all over the body.

The right arm and right leg of the body were broken from the root, and at this moment they were all connected by several tentacles composed of pitch-black energy stretched out from the inside of the body, these tentacles pierced the limbs a few times in the most brutal way, and the rough and full sewn together with the body, the flesh and blood on the broken limbs were blurred, as if they had experienced a violent beating, especially the right arm, the front half of the forearm was almost wiped clean, revealing the miserable white bones.

The most concerning thing is the severed tip of the right arm, and on the five bone fingers that are close together, there is a distorted heart.

Le Lianxue could feel that the tyrannical aura emanated from this heart, that is, this heart was the body of the Blood Abuse King.

And this ontology, now, is unexpectedly!

She looked at the Dark King Monhard, and found that this incident was also beyond Moernhard's expectations, and a rare complicated expression appeared on his normally calm face, surprised, panicked, angry, confused...... All kinds of expressions quickly changed on his face, reflecting the upheaval in his heart.

The body lying on the ground moved.

Almost at the same time, Moenhard and Le Lianxue took a step back, panicked and vigilant.

The body stood up crookedly, bumping and even falling down again, the movement stiff and unnatural, like a marionette being controlled by an unskilled puppeteer who had just learned it.

"Ha, haha, hahahahaha......"

As it slowed down, the body laughed, or more precisely, from the inside of the body.

This laughter is comfortable, relaxed, and unscrupulous, and even a little crazy against the backdrop of a body covered in blood, broken arms and legs.

It's overwhelming.

Laugh...... Still laughing...... Laughing all the time......

The whole hall echoed with laughter, Le Lianxue stood in place, stunned, didn't understand what was going on, and the long-lived and well-informed Moenhard couldn't figure it out, he saw the tragic situation of his brother Blood Torture King Harlan at the moment, and he was angry, but because the situation was too weird, he didn't dare to rush forward, and in the end, like Le Lianxue, he kept cautious and stood in place.

At one point, without warning, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Le Lixue and Moenhard immediately assumed a defensive posture.

But the body didn't do anything.

It looked around slowly, pausing on Le Lixue and Moenhard, but showed no emotion.

But then, the body suddenly twitched inexplicably, and then the right arm shook violently, because it was roughly sewn together by the tentacles, and the broken arm waved in the air like a nunchuck, and when it was retracted at the top, the arm shook.

The heart pierced by the bony fingers flew out by inertia, falling to the ground like a rag, and fell to Moernhard's feet.

The ultimate provocation! Extreme humiliation!

For nobles, dignity and face are always the most important, once dignity is insulted, the so-called upbringing on weekdays is put aside, and the anger will definitely make you pay, and the same is true for Moenhard, as the Prince of Blood.

At this moment, Moenhard's expression did not change, but his whole face was black and hard like a piece of iron.

Good! Seeing this, Le Lianxue whispered cheers in her heart.

It's unclear what the origin of this existence is, but it doesn't seem like a good thing, and it couldn't be better to clash with Monhard, and it's better to lose both, and she'll be the fisherman alone.

But in the next moment, Le Lianxue saw that the guy who had just provoked Moenhard shook his body and moved his gaze to her.

The cheer that had just jumped inside her suddenly stiffened.

"Princess! I have completed your assignment as instructed, interrupting and battering the Blood Torture King Harlan while he is focused on resurrection! ”

"Princess! Let's take on the Dark Lord Moenhard together! ”

"Filthy vampires, you deserve to be with us at night? Destroy the filthy vampires, the night belongs to the Moon Clan! ”

Le Lianxue listened to the guy's excited nonsense.