The Knox Mountains on the south side of the Southern Vantina Territory.

The light faded away from the horizon, replaced by a red moon that rose as the night began, accompanied by a light gray haze.

The blood moon hangs in the sky at night, enveloping the mountains below in a dim and eerie light, and the entrance to the valley is particularly eerie, becoming a gateway to another unknown world.

Each mountain peak is nearly a kilometer high, almost touching the clouds, blocking the starlight of the night sky, making the whole valley even darker.

Two figures walked into the mountains, and no one noticed them.

A slender figure walked forward, as if she had just experienced a dance party, and ran out halfway.

A tall figure followed her, his silhouette like a statue carved into the darkness, his cloak and hood hunting in the wind.

"Thank you for stealing the key to the royal capital for us, Lurker."

She said with a smile.

Soon she covered her red lips lightly and apologized to the other party,

"I'm sorry, I think it's better to call you the Son of Withered now."

"Call it whatever you want."

The tall figure looked indifferent, and continued to walk forward with ghostly steps, each step like the whisper of death.

The air was damp, mixed with the smell of earth and rotting leaves.

Between these plants, you can occasionally see some special magical beasts walking silently, black shadows flickering, and from time to time there is a low beast roar, but they never dare to approach these two figures.

"We have received the sincerity of the Blight Bishop, and we will continue to cooperate with the Blight Branch."

Countess Sebernard reverted to her original form and let out a crisp chuckle.

Her power [Blood Camouflage] can be completely disguised as a touched target, and will remain until it is actively disarmed.

In the Cress Empire, she can play anyone who wants to disguise, and she is also the most suitable special blood clan to infiltrate the enemy camp as a spy.

After her work was completed, her first priority was to secure her own safety and evacuate early.

However, entering the Knox Mountains is equivalent to a successful evacuation, and the Knox Mountains in the middle of the night are a little deeper than the places that ordinary people fear.

Dim light, complex terrain and hidden traps of ancient ruins make this a dangerous area.

"Don't forget to give me three different Blood Moon Spirits."

He reminded coldly.

"Of course, we will help you break through to the seventh order, don't worry."

Countess Sebelnard turned her head, gently placed her hand on his shoulder, and replied softly.

The Spirit of the Blood Moon, which can only be condensed by the Seventh Order and above Blood Clans, can not only create dependents, but also be used as an excellent seventh-order breakthrough material.

"To be honest, it's a shame to just leave, and I'm looking forward to seeing your friends know that the betrayer is actually you."

As she spoke, Countess Sebelnar leaned back and let out a wanton laugh like a silver bell.

"Indeed."

The male figure just followed her, smiling a little maliciously.

until it faded into the depths of the dim mountains.

……

At the same time, the city of the lord of Nanvantina had begun to suffer from minor unrest.

The protective barrier of the city-state, the translucent invisible crystal light of the sky, has always been a sturdy guardian in the hearts of the inhabitants of the border realm, but just now, it was forcibly closed for unknown reasons.

After braking, it takes a little time to restart, and this time can become extremely dangerous.

The sudden change immediately triggered a general alert in the city-state, and the otherwise quiet streets resounded in the sky like an ominous omen engraved on the wall, causing panic among the city's residents.

In the temple of the Goddess of Fate Church of Nan Vantina, the usually solemn priests came out in a group, their faces were serious, and they held sacred staffs or ancient sacred texts in their hands, and quickly ran through the city-state to provide protection and guidance to the inhabitants.

"You're so open-mouthed, Stiner."

Loren only felt a splitting headache, looking at the short-haired girl of the Dark Whistle Priest.

Originally, this kind of thing that may not be encountered once in a few years, she happened to ask on the train, and came with a priest investigation team, and she encountered it.

Sensing that something was wrong with the barrier, Loren rushed to the city-state control center and the Earl's Court as soon as possible.

However, it was found that there was no problem with the Earl's Court, and the prisoner had disappeared without a trace.

Judging from the records of the monitoring magician, someone had infiltrated the Earl's Mansion and stole the key in the form of an Earl.

Let's not talk about what the stolen key of the royal capital is, because it is too late to investigate these predetermined matters at this moment, and the important thing must be to deal with the real changes in the future!

It took nearly half an hour to reconstruct the huge city-state barrier.

There are a total of three main energy stations in South Vantina, which are located in the northwest, east and south districts of the main city of South Vantina.

Every time one of the energy stations is damaged, the restart efficiency will be one-third slower, and if all of them are destroyed, it will take a long time to repair the three energy main stations before the city-state barrier can be rebuilt.

Just as the barrier was braked, the city-state energy station on the northwest side had been destroyed simultaneously.

The enemy's plans were clearly organized and premeditated.

The next target must be two more energy stations on the east and south sides.

So Loren immediately sent the power of the Goddess of Fate Church to help garrison the safest east side, and left a temporary eighth-order barrier, and led the priest investigation team to personally rush to the most dangerous energy main station on the south side.

"Teacher, at best, although we are only two-thirds of the efficiency now, as long as we hold the remaining two energy stations, we can restart the enchantment in forty-five minutes, and no matter what the enemy's plot is, as long as you are there, Nan Vantina will not be able to lose."

The Dark Sentinel replied.

"Don't talk about it, sister."

The Guardian Knight and the Healing Priest hurriedly covered her mouth.

Loren clutched his forehead and sighed, the lonely cold wind made him feel more and more uneasy.

Looking up, the sky should have been covered with grains of stars, all of which were blocked by dim clouds.

Behind the four, the light of the watchtower illuminated the pitch-black ground, and the officers of the Nanvantina Command were also heavily armed, their armor glistening coldly in the night, their weapons clenched and ready for any threat that might arise.

The experienced warriors quickly split into squads, some patrolling key areas of the city-state, others tracking possible clues that could lead to the closure of the protective barrier.

The entire southern side of the city-state was enveloped in a hurry, tense cold air, and every corner was filled with figures of action.

In the farther residential quarters, where the streets have been completely blackened, the upper and lower floors either close their doors and windows, cautiously spying on the movement outside, or taking refuge in safer areas under the guidance of the city guards and priests.

"Teacher Loren, what are you thinking?"

The white-robed healing priest girl observed Loren's expression and asked.

"Neither the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos, nor the Bishop of Decay, Famer, came...... And they knew that the mysterious bishop might lure me in by passing here, so they decided to launch a surprise attack tonight......"

Loren muttered to himself in a confused voice.

It always feels a little wrong.

If the opponent's goal is to attack the Nanvantina Territory in an all-out way, then the Corrupted Bishop and the Bishop of Destruction himself will not be so far from the Nanvantina Territory, and the signal given by the Resurrection Church is like telling Loren "Whether you come to defend or not, the Cardinal has no intention of attacking right now".

Then does the other side really need to completely destroy the main energy station?

Could it be that the other side wants to lure the main force of the city defense to the south and east sides to garrison the energy station.

And the real goal of the other party is actually ...... Completing a project within half an hour of enchantment restart?

Suddenly, Loren felt a violent wave of magic erupt on the northwest side of the city-state.

He looked in the direction and felt only the magic of Farmer, but weaker than himself!

It should be a terrifying alchemy beast created by Famer, the alchemy beast created by Famer does not need magic support, nor does it need to summon to reach the eighth order, it is not a magic card but a magic guide!

There was also a seventh-order source of magic power, which seemed to be the Destruction of the Holy Son Salomon.

Fortunately, there was an unknown eighth-order magic power fighting against them.

"Teacher Loren, what's wrong?"

The Guardian Knight was on full alert.

"No, you have to deal with Salomon and the Alchemy Beast on the northwest side of the city-state!"

Although Loren didn't know why there was still a mysterious Eighth Order in the northwest of Nan Vantina, maybe this was exactly what the Resurrection Church wanted to destroy at such a great cost.

The energy station on the south side doesn't matter at all, it doesn't matter if the barrier takes more than an hour to restart, the important thing is that the Church of the Resurrection can't be allowed to wreak havoc on the northwest side and achieve their goals.

A cold wind swept between the men in the distance of the watchtower.

Just as Loren was about to leave, he suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly pushed the three clergymen around him a hundred meters away!

In the next moment, before the three clergy could react in the fierce wind in mid-air.

In the field of vision, I only saw that there was already an extra figure beside Loren.

He was a muscular, hideous-looking man, his eyebrows were tightly knit, a provocative smile squeezed out of the corners of his mouth, and he wore a simple gray shirt with camouflage pants to look practical and tough.

His right hand stretched forward violently and hit Loren's cheek, full of explosive power and killing intent, as if it would detonate the whole scene in the next moment.

When the bang resounded across the southern border, the dust flew and Loren was knocked away.

The furious force swept down the entire building into which Loren had fallen into a sea of surging waves, and the collision was faster than thunder, reverberating the entire southern district of Nanventina!

"Teacher Loren!"

In midair, screams echoed.

They've never seen Loren get attacked before!

Of course, part of the reason is that Loren, who had reacted, was captured by the enemy in order to protect them.

However.

The burly male stood in place.

The scarlet eyes instantly locked on to the three priests.

They felt numbness in their skull.

With the power of this man, there is no doubt that it will not take a second for them all to shatter into blood foam.

Then, just when they thought that the terrifying burly figure would flash in front of them.

The next frame that their eyes could catch was already that of a mysterious man, battered by a sword-like current.

In the hurricane surging from the ruins in the distance, the runes of the gods were densely covered in mid-air, Loren stood up, the wind around him seemed to turn into pure electric light, constantly causing the electric cocoon to burst, and his raised finger, pointing in the direction of the sky, returned the punch to the mysterious man intact.

Loren's profile is depicted by a sharp contrast between black and white, and he gasps for breath, his face covered in blood, blood running down his cheeks.

"How far can you run, how far you can run!"

Loren shouted without looking back, using his thin back to block the strong enemy for the city defense army and residential areas.

After receiving the order, the three priests did not hesitate and immediately disappeared from their original places.

Although the three of them did their best to retreat, their eyes unconsciously followed the exchange between Loren and the mysterious enemy.

This kind of battle that can beat the great priest Loren so badly is definitely not something they can participate in, staying here will only drag Loren back, they need to evacuate the surrounding residents as much as possible, otherwise they need to protect the residents while fighting the enemy, it will be an absolute disadvantage for Loren!

The mysterious man who confronted Loren, his jaw closed and his facial muscles contorted, stood in a long passage carved out by his own footsteps, everything around his boots covered in a rubble slab.

His figure was straight as an unshakable mountain, and he had just slapped Loren in the face, shattering the skin on half of his cheeks, revealing teeth, gums, and jawbones.

However, the wounds on it soon began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon returned to their original state, as if Loren had not done much harm to him.

"Who the hell are you?"

Loren noticed that his pupils had narrowed by half a minute.

He had never seen such a mysterious and powerful enemy in all these years.

Regeneration is not terrible, the terrible thing is that after the other party is reborn, it almost does not consume much magic power, and the breath is almost not weakened.

This kind of thing can only remind him of the so-called ancient creatures "blood clan".

But in any case, if the city defense barrier is still there, neither the blood clan nor the demon clan can rush in from outside the country so head-on!

"Huh."

The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Sommerset, had his broken cheeks completely restored, and had no intention of answering Loren's answer.

His eyes were still as hot as lava, and the corners of his mouth were a little frenzied, and every inhale seemed like it was for the next second.

Coming from the Cress Empire to the Knox Mountains to wait, it was originally to deal with the unknown cardinal and prevent the cardinal from causing trouble.

Unexpectedly, today, it just so happened that the high priest of the Goddess of Fate Church also came to Nan Vantina.

But it's the same with whomever you fight.

His arm jerked forward, his scarlet pupils bursting with light, and the fist in his hand was like lightning in the night, determined to kill Loren with this blow!

Without giving Loren the slightest chance to breathe, the Marquis of Somerset's huge body once again arrived in front of Loren's eyes.

At this moment, he showed murderous intent, and his skin lingered with a faint red glow, as hot and fierce as burning blood.

But this time, after Loren reacted, the Marquis of Somerset was not so easy to get.

The Marquis of Somerset's fist crashed into an invisible iron wall, and the quadrangular magic crest on the emerald ground began to erupt into a dark green updraft, and the sound of metal humming and waves of air once again set off in circles.

Although the hasty Loren had just eaten a blow that could be called a lore at close range, he already had a lot of damage reduction spells and protective items, and the injuries he received were not fatal.

"Don't think about it."

On the inside of the magic barrier, Loren wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the emerald green and pure magic slashed through the dim city floor like a blade, sealing off all space between the Marquis of Somerset and him.

Hear the words.

The Marquis of Somerset's fist had not yet moved half a minute from the ramparts, and despite the flesh of his fist, his smile was even more fervent to rush forward.

"I don't have to go over, it's my pleasure to fight with a strong man like you."

He moved his fist down and slammed it on the ground, and suddenly the entire southern area of Nanventina was like an earthquake, and the earthquake trembled!

The wide cracks in the stone streets crumbled as if they were swallowed up, and the buildings behind Loren were all shattered by the impact of the battle between Loren and Somerset, and the intricately carved reliefs and glass were all shattered in an instant, and the fragments scattered in the wind.

Many of the residents were shocked to the point that blood flowed from their ears and they screamed in pain.

“！”

As if sensing something, Loren's eyes rarely rose with a hint of anger, and he immediately covered the southern area with a huge amount of wide-area healing magic, and the night sky seemed to rain down holy light feathers, gradually dissolving the pain of the residents.

"Since you want to fight me, don't involve those innocent residents!"

The back of Loren's hand was bruised, and he tried his best to fend off Solonset.

"Of course, I just like to win, or to ravage my opponent."

Somerset added with a smile.

After Loren's mana output was dispersed, it was obvious that the barrier in front of him had a weakness, and gradually began to crack in Somerset's fist, until Somerset's fist slammed into Loren's body, and with a burst of breaking sound, a deadly shattering sound erupted in the ruins and flying sand.

"You're very good, if you don't care about the life or death of this city-state, you may really be able to win, but now I'm sure that you are not my opponent."

Solonset flicked his wrist, his bloody and distorted fist began to recover, and he stared ahead with a smile of enjoyment.

He's not in a hurry to fight again, and it's even more effective and fun to attack than the actual one.

Although this stupid human priest in front of him is very strong, and may even grow to the strength of being able to fight against the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan one day in the future, he has the inherent weakness of human beings and likes to protect those who are more vulnerable.

This was also the reason why in the thousands of years of the Blood Moon Age, there were not hundreds, but dozens of human eighth-order geniuses who died at his hands.

"You won't forget that there is a cardinal in Nanvantina, even if you survive from my hands today, will he be kind enough to help you treat you when he sees you weak?"

Somerset asked, full of pity.

He was waiting for the Resurrection Church to succeed in assassinating Huberian, and today the other party had no chance of winning anyway.

"Let's start fighting, don't try to communicate with me anymore, I can't make sense with something like you."

Loren staggered to his feet from the rubble, bleeding profusely from his face.

He felt that the battle might be worse on the other side.

Famer's alchemy beast is not something that anyone can stop, and if that eighth-order friend is also protecting something like himself, it may be even more difficult.

Although no cardinal has appeared so far, a blood monster has struck like never before, and Loren has flawlessly taken care of the attack in the northwest of the city-state, hoping that it can withstand it until the barrier is restored.

If you don't stop the eighth-order blood clan in front of you, the entire city-state will be doomed.

"Do you think you can stop the Scourge?"

The Marquis of Somerset clenched his fists, his bones creaked, and his eyes seemed to be laughing at Loren, an ant who wanted to protect an entire city-state in an eighth-order life-and-death battle was too greedy and self-righteous.

He believed that the other party had roughly seen that he was a blood clan, and if the war of attrition continued, it would be obvious who would win and who would lose.

"If you see it, you have to stop it."

Loren threw away the blood-stained white robe of the priest, leaving only the black shirt.

His eyes, like the coldest ice lake in winter, stared at his opponent through the edge of the wind blade.

On the southern border of the Southern Vantina Domain, the wind howls under the blood moon, and the reproduction of the gods is on the verge of breaking out again.

Today, there are more 10,000 words, and there is a big chapter "There are no two days, but there are two Lorens" is still being written, and it will be written before ten o'clock

(End of chapter)