Mallory coughed violently, and with each cough, a thick stream of blood spurted out.

The female disciple of Mallory next to her was taken aback by the master's reaction, and kept patting Mallory's back: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

After a long time, Lowell's most powerful astrologer finally breathed a sigh of relief, he had just been nearly suffocated by bruises.

However, the face is still difficult to see the extreme.

In the previous divination, he saw rivers of blood.

But for the divination results, Mallory himself couldn't believe it, where did the Ballett family get the strength to make the royal city bleed?

But soon came the news that the six Sanders, including the hundreds of elite men they had brought with them, had all died at the gate of the Ballett family.

It is said that a mysterious person has appeared, who appears to be the ancestor of the Ballett family.

Mallory ordered his disciples to prepare a more accurate astrolabe, and he was to perform divination again.

And the target of this divination is the self-proclaimed Roger. The man of Ballet.

He tries to get a glimpse of Roger Ballet's fate to see what kind of danger this man will bring to the kingdom.

Then, Mallory saw it.

A river.

A scarlet river that seems to be made entirely of blood and water.

He saw countless bones of Bai Sensen, floating in the river of blood.

He saw that the banks of the river of blood were burning flames and thick black smoke.

He saw that at the end of the river of blood was a thick and indissolvable darkness, and the dense tentacles that grew from the darkness.

The thick tentacles were covered with uneven marks, as if sealing the heads, and countless distorted shadows wriggled on the surface of the tentacles.

Mallory's consciousness was hit like never before, as if it were being eroded and polluted by something indescribable, and his soul was even showing signs of collapse.

Had it not been for the apprentice who had awakened him from that mysterious picture in time, Mallory was incredibly certain that he would have sunk into the bottomless darkness forever.

Mallory still doesn't know what kind of existence it is.

Suddenly, the greatest astrologer of the kingdom grabbed the hand of the female apprentice beside him, and because of the overexcitement, the wrinkled old face was squirming, and the bloodshot cloudy old eyes made the female apprentice creepy.

"Mayisa ......"

Mallory's voice was even more hoarse, as if two pieces of metal were pressed against each other.

"You, you go to the royal family right away, and let the royal family convince Roger Ballet...... No...... No, no, I'll go there myself."

Mallory looks like a madman.

The six of the Seven Saints of the Protectorate, after losing their heirs who had been cultivated for twenty or thirty years, must have been furious, and now to persuade them was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, and they couldn't listen to anything anymore.

They may be afraid of the power of the super-rank powerhouses, but they will definitely also feel that as long as the six ninth-rank powerhouses gather together, even the super-rank powerhouses will have to retreat, and they don't know what kind of existence they are facing at all.

The only way to avoid catastrophe is to unleash the power of the royal family, whether it is to pay for stunning beauty or exaggerated wealth, and keep Roger Ballet, the real demon, away from the city of Golfito.

The old man staggered towards the gate of the astrological palace as if he had suddenly aged for dozens of years, and Mei Yisha gritted her teeth and followed.

Outside the palace gate, looking at the sky again, the original scorching sun, I don't know when it has been covered by thick dark clouds, the thick clouds are rolling, and the storm is howling.

The mansion of the Ballett family.

A large thick mist of blood emerged from Roger's body.

The skin is covered with dense and fine cracks.

His lips twitched rapidly.

In the simple living room, both the little evil spirit and Leo Nona could clearly feel the air

It seemed to be sticky, and I couldn't see anything, but it seemed that tentacles squirmed on the skin, bringing a shudder and creepy.

His body seemed to gradually become stiffer.

In his ears, he seemed to be able to hear an inexplicable call, and Roger's slight whisper seemed to have a strange magic, guiding the blood mist floating in mid-air to flow in a distorted way.

The blood gradually condensed, turning into scarlet silk threads, and finally imprinted on Rosalina's body, with strange lines on her white skin and pretty face.

All the lines came together and turned into a huge whirlpool.

Just a little glance, the little evil spirit even felt that his remnant soul was about to be swallowed by this whirlpool, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and the speed of flow was many times faster than before, as if it was about to break out of his body in the next second.

Looming, it seems that the howl of savagery and greed can still be heard.

This kind of strange situation, the little evil spirit has never encountered before, and I can't help but be shocked in my heart. Look at the book

Blood Sacrifice!

Most of the mystical techniques studied by Dolotia were treacherous, and blood sacrifice was one of them.

This is not really a sacrifice, but a transaction with thousands of lives and souls, and the more souls and the more chips, the greater the success of the transaction.

Now, all Roger had to do was fill up the huge maelstrom on Rosalina's body.

With blood and soul.

"Little Demon, return to the mansion and bring Celebelia, Evangerine, and Louise with you." Roger squinted his eyes slightly and said quietly.

The slender neck of the little evil spirit squirmed slightly, nodded slightly, and quickly turned into a shadow and disappeared in the room.

From beginning to end, the little demon did not say a word.

Rosalina's death has completely detonated the deeply suppressed madness in the soul of the master, and the city of Golfito is destined to be full of corpses and rivers of blood in the next time.

The little evil spirit will not dissuade her, she is an evil spirit, killing is her favorite thing, blood is her favorite dessert, and the soul is her most obsessed pastry.

What's more, the owner also needs to vent.

Leo Nona squatted quietly beside her sister, holding her sister's little hand, her thin shoulders twitched one by one, and Leo Nona did not cry loudly from beginning to end. She knew that her sister liked to see her smile the most, although the smile at this moment was more ugly than crying.

Roger didn't comfort this sensible girl, he just stood up quietly and walked to the door and raised his right hand, and with a bang, a behemoth appeared.

Duke's Mansion.

Archduke Bridgett's face was extremely gloomy, and his already old face looked as if he had suddenly aged by dozens of years.

The sudden death of an heir who had worked hard for more than twenty years to cultivate had a great impact on Preslet.

He didn't care what his son had done or if he had made any unforgivable mistakes.

All he knew was that his son was dead.

No matter how sinister and calm he usually is, when his own son heir dies like this, Bridgelet can't bear that kind of pain.

He roared like an angry lion, and almost all the furniture in the hall was reduced to pieces in an instant.

He's going to get revenge, no matter who that guy really is.

All the combatants of the entire Duke's Mansion have been assembled, and the courtyard is densely packed with black oppressive people.

There are private soldiers trained by the Duke himself, and even Earl Roland can secretly cultivate the elite of thousands of people, not to mention a duke, the numbers will only be more exaggerated.

There are also other nobles attached to the Prislet family, whether they want to or not, under the orders of the Duke of Plislet, they also have to take out the power they have worked so hard to cultivate.

The huge courtyard could not even stand, and even the sidewalk outside the duke's mansion was covered with dense crowds

The number is at least three thousand.

Each of them was dressed in hardcover armor, armed with sharp swords and spears.

Whoever looks at it, it's an extremely powerful force.

But even so, Preslet was still desperately suppressing the flames in his chest that were about to explode.

Until the sun goes down and the crimson moon hangs high.

Only then did one henchman quickly cross the crowd and appear in front of Plislet.

"Returning to Lord Duke, Elliott, the Kingdom's chief mysticist, agrees to your request and will lead the three hundred elites of the Mystic Association to fight against Roger."

"Duke Wycliffe wants to avenge his son Blake, and has taken the initiative to ask for a coalition, and has gathered two thousand elite troops."

"Duke Morton has assembled a thousand and a half elites."

"Sword Saint Gerald has promised that he and his forty-three disciples will appear on the battlefield on time."

"Primo, the head of the Knights of the Royal City, has gathered all the strength of the entire Knights, a total of eight thousand!"

Preslet didn't know Roger's strength, but the other party didn't care about the strength of the Seven Saints of the Protector at all, and he blatantly killed the sons and heirs of the six Seven Saints of the Protector, and only the super-rank powerhouses dared to be so rampant.

He knew very well how terrifying the power of the super-rank powerhouse was, although he was a ninth-rank existence, the gap between the ninth and super-rank was terrifying, and if he was the only one, he would definitely be completely wiped out by the other party.

It is precisely because of this that Preslet has not lost his mind and has been trying to suppress the tyranny in his chest.

He knew that a few of the other old things would agree.

They have been forced to a corner, there is no room for maneuver, maybe they can carry precious gifts, suppress the pain of losing a child in their hearts and come to apologize, but they are used to being high up, can they really abandon the glory on their bodies and hang their proud heads?

Will Roger Ballett really accept their apologies?

This guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dared to kill their son and their heir today, and dared to go directly to the door tomorrow to kill these old things.

The few of them, only by uniting together to get rid of Roger Ballett can they have a chance to live, otherwise what awaits them will be the end of being defeated by Roger.

A ninth-rank is not an opponent of a super-rank powerhouse, what about the two.

What about three, what about four, what about five, what about six?

What's more, there are also elite soldiers with a total number of nearly fifteen thousand.

Ants bite elephants to death.

Even if you are a super-rank powerhouse...... You're dead, too!