The Krums family, as a medium-sized blood family, was besieged by one-fifth of the forces on the surface of the Divine Court, and it didn't even support it for half an hour. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe Light is too threatening and lethal to these races that belong to the night.

Only about one-fifth of the force, the people of the Divine Court have completely captured the blood clan here, except for a few diehards who swore to resist to the death, and were all smashed to pieces by a holy light from the deputy referee, the rest of the vampire devils, including the two marquis on the surface, and a marquis and a duke in the dark, were completely suppressed by the holy spell that was constantly suspended and turned in the sky, and they were not even qualified to move.

"Dear Lord Rick, oh no, you should be called Your Excellency Rick Krums, the Court records that three hundred and fifty-eight years ago, you secretly killed three cardinals and seriously injured one cardinal during the court succession ceremony. We thought you had been reduced to ashes by the Pope, and we didn't think you were still alive. ”

The big fat man Archbishop Mark narrowed a pair of fat eyes, and happily looked at the middle-aged and elderly vampire devil who was a little smoky from top to bottom, and kept smiling.

This is the great enemy recorded in the divine court, the duke, it is the existence of the same class as the cardinal, especially a blood duke who has committed a great crime, I can't imagine that this time it will be effortless, not only to get the credit of exterminating the blood clan, but also to be able to catch such an almost forgotten wanted criminal.

Looking at Archbishop Mark with that kind of extremely resentful eyes, if the eyes could kill, I am afraid that this big fat man would have been turned into a puddle of fat and oil and water, and collapsed to the ground. It's a pity that even if you have that kind of supernatural power, you still need blood energy or dark magic to urge, under such a strong holy light, unless it is a prince-level blood clan, just with the power of the duke, I am afraid that there is no way to even send energy out of the body.

"Little guy, you say, if the Smans family saves this little family that is almost extinct, what will they do to us?" In his eyes, there was even a little cunning fox feeling, and no matter how he looked at those shrewd eyes, little Roland didn't feel that this guy in front of him looked like an old man in his seventies and eighties.

Of course, there was one thing that little Roland still listened to, that is, what Mu Ran said, the words "our Smans family" almost made little Roland almost cry out with joy. How much strength Mu Ran has, I'm afraid that no one in this world knows better than him. It only takes three days and three nights to easily create a prince, and I'm afraid that even those legendary blood clans may not have such skills.

"According to the rules of the blood clan, if there is a savior at the time of danger, that is, when the family is facing destruction, then this savior can get the allegiance of the family and swear allegiance to the death, no matter how big or small the family is. Some serious, some happy, little Roland said this rule, but he also startled himself.

It is true that the Krums family is not very big, and looking at the entire blood organization, I am afraid that it is only about the middle strength at most, but in any case, this medium family can be said to be extremely big for the Smans family, which has almost perished! You must know that among the Smans family before, the most powerful one was only a countl-level parent!

"Master knows what you think, come on, there is Master to press you down, what are you afraid of? Unless, they are really waiting to summon an angel or god. After saying these words, Mu Ran muttered in a low voice, "Gods, I also want to see how powerful the gods of this world are." I can't fight her, am I still afraid of the gods here?"

After getting Mu Ran's promise, little Roland nodded with a smile on his face, happily opened a pair of huge bat wings, which were almost completely inconsistent with his figure, and flew down from the sky at once, and the black shadow covered a small part of the moonlight, making the night that was already not very bright even darker.

Below, Archbishop Mark was still there, tirelessly questioning the people of the Krums family, from the most powerful Duke Rick Smans to the weakest descendants, all of whom were constantly ravaged by his words comparable to that of Tang monks, and did not notice the dark shadow in the sky that covered the sky and the moon.

"Well, don't you say yes, if you can tell me who the red figure is, or tell me where the Sost family has gone, I can let you keep at least twenty descendants, and thus leave your roots, or else? I think the Lord God would gladly accept a wicked group of heretics like you to hear the gospel and teachings. Archbishop Mark's face was as greasy as ever, and his hands had even begun to slowly condense the Holy Light, and a lot of pure light power gathered around him from all directions.

At this moment, not only those ordinary blood clans were shocked, but even Duke Rick was extremely shocked. The power of light condensed in this was so powerful that it made him a little afraid.

"Of course, if you refuse to cooperate, then, I think, I'll gladly send you to the Lord God, isn't it?Lady Krums?" In just a few moments, Archbishop Mark had condensed a sufficiently large projectile of holy light. He casually waved the staff that symbolized the authority of his cardinal archbishop, and the bullet of holy light shot like a sharp blade towards the Krums family in front of him.

The power was suppressed, and his own strength was a little worse than that of Archbishop Mark, coupled with the Holy Light's ability to deter and suppress the blood clan, it was impossible for this parent named Feo Krums to survive the attack of a cardinal archbishop. Dying, he could only close his eyes helplessly, and the feeling of despair had been completely revealed.

It's just that this holy light bullet seems to have been shot for a long time, but it didn't hit Fio, which couldn't help but make Fio open his eyes strangely.

A little guy who was still quite thin and immature, but with a pair of huge bat wings that even his own marquis patriarch could not compare, he casually protected himself behind him, and even blocked the terrifying holy light bomb without the slightest damage.

Who is this young Bloodline? Could it be the savior sent by the Ancestors? What kind of strength is needed to block the Holy Light Bullet from a cardinal archbishop?

Fio didn't know that even if he was a prince, it was impossible for him to let a holy light bullet sent by the cardinal archbishop approach him at will. The power of light condensed above alone was enough to burn the Prince's body.

However, little Roland is a prince, and he is a prince with the body of an archearl. This holy light bomb may even be able to burn the prince and head of the big blood family, but hitting Xiao Roland's bat wings only caused a little bit of itching.

"Cruel to my clan, your divine court, are all bad people, they all deserve to die!" The difference between good and evil in Little Roland's heart is still only good and bad. However, he also knew that these people in the divine court in front of him were all bad people, and there was no need for mercy at all!

Sharp claws, blade-like bats, sliced the throats of the Inquisition warriors, severing their veins. The blood clan has always been famous for its speed, and this advantage is perfectly reflected in little Roland. The Earl's body made his speed fast to the limit, and even Archbishop Mark and Deputy Referee Dobby couldn't find him.

Even in the midst of the killing, little Roland's demeanor completely inherited the noble and elegant tradition of the blood clan, no matter what kind of killing, his clothes would not be stained with blood. In Mu Ran's eyes, this was not the most primitive killing at all, but an almost artistic slaughter!

Under the moonlit night, Xiao Luolan's figure is like a dancer, completely immersed in his own dance, and that kind of dance, almost, made Mu Ran see the existence of a miracle.