The panicked and hurried shouts did not stop Qin Jue's knife.

The blade of Zhong Kui's red sword flashed with dazzling light.

On the pale and colorless feminine face of Elizabeth, Prince of the Blood, a bright and dazzling bloody mouth appeared.

Elizabeth touched her face and looked at the blood on her fingertips, a little distracted.

Know your own speed.

Even if 10,000 arrows are fired at the same time.

He was confident enough to dodge in an instant and come out unscathed.

But just now, the forbidden man's knife was so fast that he almost couldn't dodge.

Such a fast knife?

Elizabeth's eyes looked at Qin Jue with extremely complicated eyes.

Qin Jue's black hair was scattered like a demon, and he showed a hideous smile at Elizabeth, his thin lips lightly opened: "Hide fast enough, Your Royal Highness?" ”

Elizabeth couldn't help but feel creepy, and this feeling, in his long memory, had only arisen when he faced his grandfather, Cain.

"Wait a minute! Are you the heir of the Eastern Netherworld!? ”

Elizabeth asked in a quiet voice.

"The King of the Wheel, the King of Equality, the King of Taishan, so many Yama Yin God's cheeks are actually on you, there is a misunderstanding between us!"

Misunderstand?

Qin Jue smiled coldly: "What? You want to say that the Western Blood Clan is actually good friends with the Eastern Yin Cao Difu, and you want to say that I and you are the Dragon King Temple? ”

The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, Elizabeth couldn't understand this sentence, but he understood the first half of the sentence.

"Yes, the Blood Clan once had a very good memory with the Eastern Netherworld, and you ...... Elizabeth stared at Qin Jue's full Yama face: "This look, like the inheritors of the Netherworld, we can't fight each other." ”

The rest of the people were confused by this.

Qin Jue stretched out his hand indifferently: "In that case, then give me the key to your treasure house." ”

Elizabeth's face froze instantly: "What? ”

"Your Treasury Key."

"I'm here to take the Bloodline's treasury."

"Since you don't fight me, then just give it to me."

Qin Jue said it as a matter of course.

Elizabeth's face was gloomy when she heard this.

I'll give you face, and you'll just give me back face?

"Don't want to? That's not going to be a fight. Qin Jue laughed fiercely, and looked like a bandit.

Elizabeth took a deep breath: "Do you want to destroy the relationship between the Blood Clan and the Netherworld with your own hands?" Those Yamas won't spare you, my grandfather Cain used to be the underworld......."

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

Qin Jue slammed out and slashed out with a single sword, with a thunderous momentum!

Bang! The power of Zhong Kui's red sword exploded in Elizabeth's chest.

"Please stay calm! This is the last face I give you! ”

Elizabeth was furious, and her gray hair fell back.

"I need you to give me face?"

Elizabeth's anger finally reached its peak.

Even if Qin Jue is really the inheritor of the Netherworld.

The face of the Blood Prince must be maintained!

Bang!

The sea of blood rolled up, and countless hideous blood slaves crawled out, different from before, their muscles were fuller, their bodies were more perfect, the males were handsome and majestic, and the females were graceful and charming, like works of art fabricated by God himself.

And within the blood clan, the purer the bloodline and the higher the status, the blood clan often has a more perfect appearance.

Just like Elizabeth, his handsomeness and femininity in Taikoo Li can make countless Nantong dream of him, and the anorectal hospital will treat him as an inevitable super VIP.

"That's the main force of the Blood Army, the Elite Blood Slave!"

Ryan clenched the blade of his sword: "Rush, there is no way back!" ”

In an instant, a battle broke out in the underground pits.

Qin absolutely fought Elizabeth.

Ryan and the others fought against the main force of the Blood Army.

The fierce fighting made the rock formation tremble until it reached the ground, making the four camps that had been guarding nearby tremble in horror.

Moby looked at the trembling ground, full of worry.

That chief of the general staff should be able to deal with the blood clan below, right?

John secretly glanced at Hilton, feeling infinitely chagrined, regretting that he didn't bring more strong men, and at the same time secretly expecting Hilton's people to die below.

As long as the strong men of Hilton wither away, then the West will be the world of the Eagle Alliance.

Trample! Trample!

Hilton suddenly walked towards Moby.

A pair of eagle-sharp eyes stared at Moby.

In front of Mobi, a group of members of the Church Heavenly Army instantly stood like a human wall.

Hilton stopped, ignoring the cold eyes of the humanoid weapons, looked at Moby through the gap, and asked, "Moby, can't we even have a good chat now?" ”

Moby smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and muttered: "Of course, let him come." ”

The human wall is separated.

But all were holding their weapons.

As long as Hilton dares to do something to Mobi.

They can guarantee that the Hilton will be sliced to pieces before then.

"There seem to be very few opportunities for us to talk, so if we can seize one opportunity, I will seize it, will His Majesty the Pope mind?"

Hilton walked up to Moby and smiled.

Moby chuckled and nodded: "Of course not." ”

"I didn't expect that the little boy who snuggled up to me at the beginning would one day become the pope of the West."

Hilton looked Mobi's gorgeous and majestic papal clothes up and down, and nodded: "It's really good, it looks like it's made for you, I also customized clothes for you like this when I was a child......"

"Hilton, or...... Father. Moby interrupted Hilton with a smile, his eyes long, as if he remembered countless past events, and he shook his head slightly: "Don't say that again." ”

"Don't you want to admit that you're my son?"

Hilton's eyes looked like an eagle and asked.

"You're my Hilton, the child of Mercari......."

"Merkali? Are you talking about a woman who chooses to give in to you and abandon her children? Moby interrupted Hilton again and chuckled, "She's not my mother." ”

"I haven't snuggled up to you, I've been abandoned."

"I didn't get your custom-made clothes, but snubbed and drove away again and again."

"Mercari, a lowly maid, is already satisfied to get so much money from you, how can she think of her abandoned son?"

"Hilton, the eldest son of the noble royal family, how can you love the child of a maid, you want to drown that child in the toilet."

"My father is not Hilton, but the old duke."

"My home is not on the banks of the Rhine, but in that dilapidated old castle."

At this point, Hilton was silent.

Moby shook his head and looked down at his clothes.

"Archbishop, you helped me up."

"But the Pope, I came up to the throne myself."

"So, Hilton, I'm no longer the maid you're controlling."

"I am, the Pope of the West."

"Your master!"

Thundered!

It's like a bolt from the blue.

Slammed it into Hilton's head.

Hilton felt a little difficult to breathe.

He gasped, unable to believe that the Moby in front of him was the cowardly child who had always been in awe of him.

"Moby, do you really want to do this?"

Hilton's tone was a little hurried and threatening.

Moby smiled and gently pulled out a bloodstained suicide note.

Hilton's pupils constricted, as if he realized something.

"Hilton, you ought to be kind to my elderly duke father." Moby looked at the suicide note softly: "At least if he is still alive, I will still be jealous of you, I am still the Mobi who obeys you, but now....... Ha ha. ”

"Cashton is dead!?" Hilton gritted his teeth and asked, "That old guy is actually dead?" How can it be! I also knew some time ago that he was alive in the castle, how could he suddenly die? Moby! I didn't kill it! I'm not going to kill him! I didn't kill ......"

"Of course you didn't kill it."

"Why are you willing to kill him?"

"Kill him, how can you restrain me?"

Moby gently tucked the suicide note back into his clothes.

In the next second, the pale young pope's eyes burst out with a ruthlessness and ferocity that Hilton had not seen in more than ten years.

It's like a cowardly and silent dog, suddenly revealing a frightening and unexpected sharp fang!

"Caston is dead! Dead in Van Gang City! ”

"He died to see me!"

"But you know what? It was dark when he set out from the castle, and he drank chronic poison in that lonely night that no one cared about, and then came to Van Gon, where he died before me. ”

Moby was extremely ruthless, with tears in his eyes.

"He knows that if I live, I will never be able to be myself."

"He is greater than his father, he is like a silent and majestic mountain!"

"He chose death, he chose to fulfill me."

"You think you'll be able to keep him in the castle forever?"

"But on that dark night, an old man, who came out of a window seven or eight meters high, digested poison in his stomach, followed by endured hundreds of kilometers of turbulence, saw me at the last moment of his life, held my hand and smiled......"

Hilton was numb when he heard this.

He didn't expect Caston to do this.

"He's not my father, but he's my only father."

Moby took a deep breath, held back the tears in his eyes, and stared coldly at Hilton.

"Now, what else do you have to say?"

Hilton was speechless.

This sudden news made his train of thought short-circuit.

If Caston really is dead.

Then he really has no means to restrain Moby.

"Are you really going to break Vatican City out of the Union?" Hilton could only grit his teeth and try to persuade from the perspective of the overall situation: "The two major alliances of the West have begun to merge and merge into a new behemoth, the Great Western Co-Prosperity Empire!" ”

"Vatican City, I admit to having a strong spiritual position."

"Your status as a pope is also very spiritual in the West."

"But the spirit is the spirit, and the reality is the reality."

"No matter how strong Van Gon City is, can it win against the West full of weirdness?"

"No matter how much Van Gon City has a spiritual status, can it fight against the Great Xia that has risen?"

"Moby, you are already the Pope of Vatican City, you should consider completely merging with the Great West Co-Prosperity Empire, and from the perspective of spirit and reality, the entire West will be integrated into an iron plate....."

"All right, John! Please come over Mr. John! "

Moby shouted, his eyes full of banter.

As John walked with a confused face, Hilton's face became more gloomy and helpless.

"John, if I lead Van Band City and announce to the whole West that Van Band City will become the capital of the Eagle Alliance, would you be willing to change the capital?" Moby glanced at Hilton and looked at John with a smile.

John was stunned by this sudden splash of wealth.

What?

Vatican City becomes the capital of the Eagle Alliance?

Is this the old man of God who took pity on me John, so he decided to pamper me?

"Moby! Don't be rash! Hilton shouted angrily.

Moby didn't speak, staring straight at John.

John slowed down for two seconds and was ecstatic: "Of course you can!" When will it be announced? I immediately set about moving the capital! ”

As he spoke, John glanced at Hilton.

A few families are happy and a few are sad.

Hilton's face was gloomy, but John was proud.

It's like saying, yo, why is the smart and sharp Hilton leader so pulled now? How is it that Van Gand City has become the capital of my John for nothing?

"John!"

That's it.

Hilton glared directly at John.

"If you really dare to agree, don't blame me for tearing up the agreement!"

"I can give you the throne of the Great West Gongrong Empire!"

"Do you want the Great West Gongrong Empire, or a Van Gang City!"

"Think it out for yourself!"

Hilton didn't care so much.

If only the city of Van Gand had fallen into John's hands.

Not to mention the throne, even the Tower Alliance itself will be slowly eaten away by the Eagle Alliance.

Compared with Vatican City, a nominal throne, Hilton can still carry it clearly.

Naturally, John wasn't a fool either.

Of course, the difference between the two is clear.

But people are people, and John is not Hilton.

Hilton wanted to master Van Bracket City and thus slowly master the West.

But John wanted to take direct control of the West.

What about the nominal and non-existent?

It's a big deal to slowly strengthen the imperial power in the future.

"You really don't compete for the throne?" John asked with a smile.

"Hmm." Hilton directly took out a knife, cut his fingers, squeezed out the blood and said: "With blood as ink, we can sign the Imperial Entente now, and then you take the Entente and announce it to the whole West, and then everyone will know that you are the Emperor of the West!" ”

John almost burst out laughing.

Okay, okay, that's it, right?

On one side is Vatican City, and on the other is the throne.

The wealth on both sides is in front of you, and it is really difficult to choose.

"In that case, then you're welcome." John turned around with a smile and looked at Moby: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Pope, you can still set up Vatican City as the capital, and the new capital is better, it is the capital of the Great Western Gongrong Empire!" ”

At this point, John's joy was about to break through the sky.

He became the emperor of the West and set the Vatican City as the capital.

When the time comes, who in the whole West will not willingly surrender at the feet of my John.

That damn pervert has to look at me with new eyes, the emperor of the West is an existence he can't afford to provoke hahaha.