"But what are you going to do if we do get out of what we're hiding in the Blue Star?"

On the phone, Mr. Wang specifically asked about this matter.

"I don't want to provoke those things, it's troublesome, just as troublesome as the Mayan Domain."

"Those things..... What is it? ”

Asked this, Qin Jue was silent for a long time.

It's not that he doesn't want to answer.

Rather, I don't know how to answer.

In fact, he had already guessed something.

Fu Xi said, the Ten Palaces Yama said, the bronze ancient coffin pressed on the top of the capital city has been constantly telling him the secrets of the past.

"Forget it, if you don't want to say it, I won't ask." Wang Lao said the last sentence solemnly: "But you have to remember that no matter what happens, I, the old man, will always be on your side." ”

A trace of warmth surged through Qin Jue's heart.

"Got it." He said lightly.

For Qin Jue's lukewarm attitude, Wang Lao had long been accustomed to it, and it was over after a few more simple chats.

"Chief of the General Staff, your phone is ringing again......"

As soon as I finished the call with Mr. Wang, the phone rang again.

Zhang Ce reminded cautiously.

Qin Jue glanced at the caller ID: Fang Xiu.

"Brother Jue, you don't use it!" Fang Xiu said calmly on the phone: "I can handle it myself, isn't it just a blood prince, if I can't handle it, I don't deserve to continue to follow you." ”

Qin Jue frowned slightly: "Didn't you go to Elizabeth's Federo City?" ”

"Elizabeth's son, the fourth-generation Prince of the Blood Clan, Frieza, has captured Federo City, and it is he who killed Genji and Zhao Qinglong."

Genji and Zhao Qinglong are both dead?

Qin Jue was silent for a moment and spoke: "No matter what the final outcome is, I only have one request, you come back alive." ”

Maybe in Qin Jue's heart.

Fang Xiu is far more important than Yuan Zhi and Zhao Qinglong.

"No, I'm going to take them all back home!" Fang Xiu said with red eyes: "And, bring back Frieza's corpse!" ”

"Do your best."

"Got it...... Absolute brother. ”

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jue fell silent again.

"Chief of the General Staff?" Zhang Ce asked cautiously: "Do you want to ........ I'll take someone to the West, the military department sent me a few soldiers last time......"

"No, you don't." Qin Jue took a deep breath, and his eyes became extremely calm: "In my name, say a word to Hilton, John, and Moby." ”

"Okay!" Zhang Ce nodded hurriedly: "What did you say?" ”

"My people are dead in the West." Qin Jue's eyes were calm to the point of terrifying: "That's it." ”

Zhang Ce was stunned, and a chill welled up in his heart.

If Qin Jue said too much, he would feel that it was nothing.

But it's just such a simple single sentence that makes people feel the most chilled and panicked.

"Okay!"

Western.

On the banks of the Rhine.

"Great Xia General Staff: My people are dead in the West."

Look at the message in front of you.

Hilton was stunned for two seconds, then his brow furrowed.

"Who is this man? Can you speak directly to me? Hilton looked at the top of the former Tower Alliance.

The high-level officials were suddenly confused.

Who is the chief of the general staff of Great Xia, don't you know yet?

"Looking at the signature, it should be Qin Jue who ......said it directly," someone replied cautiously.

"Qin Jue?"

Hilton frowned and thought for a while, his pupils slowly contracted, the taboo recognized by the old gods of the East!?

"Leader, Qin is definitely too arrogant, right?"

"Yes, his people died in the West, tell us what to do? We don't know what's going on. ”

"In my opinion, Qin Jue deliberately had nothing to do and put pressure on us!"

A group of high-level officials of the Tower Alliance were indignant.

Hilton suddenly asked, "His man is dead?" Check, check where the death is! ”

"Huh? Well......"

"You all should follow along, you don't have to stay here."

"Yes."

After the departure of a group of high-ranking members of the Tower Alliance.

A flock of black crows struck from afar, converging into a man in a black suit.

Dracula tugged at his somewhat wrinkled cuffs and asked casually, "Ancestor, why bother communicating with these mortals?" They don't qualify. ”

Hilton glanced faintly.

"It doesn't matter if you're a blood clan or a god."

"Never be arrogant."

"You just woke up, you don't know what the world has become, and you can't wait to regain that ridiculous majesty and power?"

"The ancestors taught us."

Dracula's emaciated face smiled, but he didn't smile.

"Also, the taboo in the East contacted me and said that his people died in the West." Hilton casually handed his personal phone to Dracula, "You go check it out too." ”

Dracula took the phone casually, flipped it over and over again, and his eyes gradually changed.

"This! What an artifact is this! ”

Hilton was speechless.

"They all said that you should not be arrogant and keep in touch with humans, right?"

"The most common communication tool for humans is like an ant."

Dracula suddenly lost interest.

The most common means the cheapest.

"Okay Ancestor, I'll check it out later."

"Well, it's better not to have anything to do with the Bloodline." Hilton specially instructed: "I don't want to have an ambiguous relationship between the blood clan and the Eastern taboo, it's better to respect each other as if they were." ”

"Good Ancestor."

Dracula left the banks of the Rhine, raised his palm, and a blood-colored crystal ball appeared in his palm, and he asked casually.

"All the resurrected princes, speak to me."

A moment later, a tidal wave of responses rang out from the blood-colored crystal ball.

"The Prince of Manchester City, Acre, speaks to you!"

"Prince Sartre of Jincheng speaks to you!"

……

"Frieza, Prince of Federo City, speaks to you!"

Dracula asked casually, "There is no contradiction with the Eastern taboo, right?" That so-called taboo, saying that his mission died in the West. ”

Manchester City Prince Acre: "No! Oriental taboos? Hehe, when he comes to Manchester City, he can only be the most ignorant baby. ”

Sartre, Prince of Kaneshiro: "No! I haven't adopted a baby recently, so it must have nothing to do with me, but I also don't like this Eastern taboo, what does it have to do with us if his people die in the West? ”

Ciudad Federo.

Among the ruined castles.

Frieza holding a glass of red wine.

"Nope! I've been in great shape lately, and I'm definitely going to be the most powerful fourth-generation prince, the esteemed second-generation prince, His Royal Highness Dracula. ”

After coping with the casual situation, Frieza continued to listen to the classical gramophone, drink red wine, and dream of a better life in the future.

"Well, not at all, right? Keep busy. ”

After saying that, Dracula paused and added casually.

"The Bloodline is going to reign over the world again."

"Humans are destined to be just pigs and dogs."

"It's okay to adopt a baby, but remember that purebred blood will always be the core of the bloodline."

With that, Dracula ended the call with all the Princes of the Blood, turned and stepped into the cemetery in front of him.

This cemetery is hidden deep in the mountains of the West.

It is a blood cemetery.

Dracula made his way to a fresh tombstone with a look of disgust and disgust.

"Elizabeth, you really don't deserve to be a prince for three generations."

"I was killed just after I woke up, and you lost all the face of the blood clan."

"If the ancestor wasn't your grandfather, you really didn't deserve to be here."

According to Cain's ancestor, Dracula threw down a bouquet of white flowers, his face full of disgust, and turned his head away, as if it was torment to linger for a second.