"Cain, Cain, sure enough, it's him, the legendary ancestor of the Bloodline. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info is also right, since this has the so-called Yahweh, how can it be missing Cain? No, strange, strange, this guy has more than pure dark magic, but the quantity is insufficient, about it, it is also the ability to refine the gods and return to the void. Ancestor?hehe, the bear monster that occupies the mountain is a few points stronger than him. While analyzing Cain's strength, Mu Ran muttered.

"Isn't it, are all the immortals here so weak? So, how much strength does the so-called Yahweh have? Refining the gods and returning to the void? Returning to the void and merging the way? Can he become the master of the world with such skills? It's too exaggerated. "Where with a little malicious suspicion, Cain here has exploded his momentum to the peak state, and a pair of black wings are like gluttony, constantly devouring the dark power around them.

The spell is extremely powerful against dark creatures, but that depends on the situation. Karl's people are just the most inferior vampire devils, but Cain's strength can be suppressed by the holy spell issued by a small missionary?

"If it's a white cardinal, it's okay, but what are you little guys, and dare to come to my Earl Cain's territory to cause trouble?" A pair of white fangs were exposed, Cain's smile was like a demon, no, the vampire devil is a kind of demon itself to mortals.

"Earl, Earl, damn Dark, I was told that there is only one descendant of an ordinary baron here! This kind of power is clearly the most pure blood of the Earl level!" the old missionary wailed in his heart, but he was suppressed by that "heavy" magic all over his body, and he relied on his old body, how could he speak? If it weren't for the support of divine power, he would have turned into a puddle of flesh and mud.

"Little white face, what have you done, why can't I move Uncle Santos? Damn, you little white face, aren't you afraid that Uncle I will recover and cut you ten times and eight axes? With your small body, how can you withstand my Uncle Santos's axe?" In the field, only Santos, a muddy person, has the strongest physical strength, which can temporarily resist the "heavy" pressure and still be able to speak.

"You know, the most elegant nobles, the most hated of us, is a vulgar person like you, so, deprivation? In Cain's outstretched hand, green light floated out of Santos's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and continued to pour into his body, and gradually, the wild and unruly Santos, as if he had lost his soul, no longer moved, his eyes rolled white, and he fell to the ground like a dead corpse.

"Do you want to kill this guy?Isn't it, as long as I kill him, there will be no more vampire legends in the future?No, what if it's just a simple name and surname, maybe there is no relationship between the two......" For a while, Mu Ran was a little hesitant, whether to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but when he thought of the future generations, the vampire and himself really had nothing to do with half a dime, so it was better to forget it. Perhaps, keeping this interesting guy will lead to a lot of amazing things.

A black gas slowly rose from Cain's hand, and the black gas continued to erode the holy spell suspended above his head, and every attack would dim the light of the holy curse, but after a few times, the brightness in this small courtyard was almost the same as that of the outside world, and the holy spell condensed by the holy power had been suppressed to the point of almost disintegration.

Without the threat overhead, the thirteen vampire demon members of the Soster family, including Carl, suddenly became refreshed, the night and the moonlight gave them infinite strength, and the energy that had been suppressed just now seemed to return to their bodies.

Ten years in the east of the river, ten years in the west of the river. Under the suppression of the Holy Curse, they were about to be abused by the so-called food in front of them, and now, it was their turn to take revenge!

The fists that were denser than the rain smashed on the bodies of these mercenaries and missionaries, fists with dark magic, even if they were weak vampire devils, each punch had a force of hundreds of catties, those mercenaries were better to say, missionaries, they were directly beaten more miserable than a pig's head, and few bones in the body were intact.

"All right, children, leave one, the oldest old man, and give a message to our white-clothed archbishop, who cares about the glory of God, well, just don't kill him. After retracting the bat's wings, Cain put on his cloak, and his temperament changed back to that of a young nobleman, except that his face was a little pale, and he could hardly see the difference with ordinary people, of course, provided that he did not open his mouth to reveal his huge fangs.

At the sound of his command, all the intruders except the old missionary, after being severely beaten, turned into the nourishment of these new bloods, leaving the old missionary alone, lying on the ground like mud. A dark magic continued to hover around his heart and head, preventing him from temporarily dying from being overinjured and bleeding, and holding his last will to survive to death.

After a long time, it was dawn.

People go, the courtyard is empty, and in the small courtyard, except for a dozen corpses scattered around, there is no figure for a long time, not even a ghost. During the day, it is the most annoying time period for vampires, and except for some old monsters with deep magic powers, no vampire devil wants to appear during the day.

As for Mu Ran, he had already found a fairly good hotel to rest. He didn't have the time to accompany these corpses there, waiting for the people of the Divine Court to find out the problem.

Mu Ran, who got up early in the morning, although he spent most of his sleep time because he observed a "good show" that was almost child's play, but only two hours was enough for him to adjust his spirit to the best state. During this period, he also put his divine thoughts into his obsession world, and was pleasantly surprised to find that although there is still a poor mountain and bad water, many of the most basic lives have begun to be born, and a complete world has begun to take shape.

Delighted, he grabbed a few slices of bread and stuffed them in his mouth. A strong milky smell made him have to recall the things he had eaten before coming to this world, and he couldn't imagine that the so-called "bread" could also be seen here.

With Mu Ran's ability, he had already felt that Cain and his thirteen descendants were no longer in this town. In their place, there is a group of people with majestic light energy.

Missionary, at least much more powerful than yesterday's chops! The corners of Mu Ran's mouth drew a little smile, he hastily swallowed the bread in his mouth, and after hurriedly taking two sips of water, he walked out of the hotel quickly. Game life, he came out to relax, but not out to be scary, if it disappeared in everyone's eyes all of a sudden, it wouldn't be fun.

In the small courtyard, the old missionary finally breathed after saying his last few words. Cain's dark magic stored in his mind could clearly understand everything he said, and at the last moment, Cain cut off the supply of energy, so that the old missionary could no longer support such a serious injury, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he ended this sad life.

Next to the corpse of the old missionary, there were three men in white, one of whom had a golden star on his shoulder, and it seemed that his position should still be above those two.

"Bishop Fario, have you heard of the Sost family?" asked the middle-aged man with the highest status after listening to the old missionary's words.

At present, the only known people who dare to oppose our divine court are Jack, Wells, Pitt, Smith, Sartre, and Kaiwei, and the small ones, not to mention that they can't stop our inquisition, and even some local departments have the ability to eradicate them. This Sost family is really unheard of. The man in white, known as Bishop Fario, thought for a moment and replied.

"Archbishop Fattadio, but what judgment does he not know?" Beside Fario, another white cardinal, Favi, who had more eyes than Fario, asked cautiously.

In the Divine Court, the gap between the first order and the status is very different. Outside, the white bishop is already a figure who can intimidate one side, but in the face of the white archbishop, he does not dare to cross it at all.

"With such pure dark magic, how could it be a small family? Hmph, since someone from the Blood Clan dares to provoke, then don't blame us. Bishop Favi, write a letter to His Excellency Cardinal Wilkinson of the Divine Court, I think, we need a man from the Inquisition. Stretching out his hand and feeling the magic remaining in the air, Archbishop Fatadio frowned slightly, and said, "In terms of energy, the ability of this blood clan is estimated to be similar to yours, but their speed is too amazing to be underestimated! ”