Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 144 The Devil's Descendants
In the dark world, the high-level dark conference is second only to the general conference of Solomon, and the participants at least need the strength of the earl level (level three).

This meeting is local, and all the demon descendants hidden in the Faroland Kingdom are here. The host is Alves, a dark duke.

Demons are a general term, and there are many types of them, most of which are long-lived species. The more common ones are demons, blood races, ghosts (somewhat similar to wraiths), werewolves, etc.

They believed in the great mother of darkness, infinity, and reproduction. They once ruled the world in the Dark Age (Second Era) and regarded human beings as blood eaters and slaves. At that time, they regarded themselves as holy blood nobles, divided territories and titles, and There is a strict concept of hierarchy.

The voice echoed throughout the hall, and Alves on the main seat said: "You must also know that Claire has returned to the embrace of the Dark Mother. Our situation is very difficult, and the time of the Solomon Conference has been postponed again and again. The situation of the saints is not optimistic.

I hope that at this time, everyone can exercise restraint as much as possible, get through this period of time, and give the princes some time to organize their staff. "

A Marquis of the blood clan spread his bat wings on his back, filled with blood, and he was a little puzzled: "That mad dog Michel should have hunted and killed Marquis Glover of our clan on the border of Faroland, why did he suddenly appear in Buchen City? "

Beside him was a masked ghost surrounded by black mist with a hoarse voice: "Claire disappeared for three years and had no contact with any of us during that time. Who knows what's going on with her? It's better to die, and humans are not. Holy descendant, you can't rely on it at all!"

"Really? Wesley, do you think you can talk nonsense here after you have found a suitable container and regained your strength?!

Do you think you could hide so comfortably before without us helping you? "A dark wizard said coldly.

There are also humans in the Dark Council. After all, some extraordinary professions are not tolerated by humans, such as necromancers and witches.

Wesley, the fourth-level ghost, was furious, and the black mist around him expanded and retracted: "Vito Scaletta! You were just an ignition wizard (second-level) ten years ago. If it weren't for our shelter, you would have died He was hanged on the execution stake by Jemini and burned to death!

Why, now that he has become a Ji'an wizard (level four), his wings are hardened?Why don't you kill that third-order priest?Fall before us and shake your prestige! "

"Put away your poor arrogance and self-esteem, you can't recognize the situation at all!" Vito snapped back unceremoniously, the dark world respects strength, and there is no tradition of respecting predecessors at all.

"you……"

All the Dark Earls present looked at each other without saying a word. Many of them took a sip of wine glasses filled with blood, and then silently watched the bosses tearing apart.

Life is not going very well these days, I dare not do anything, life is extremely boring, some people even hope that the two big shots will fight to cheer everyone up.

"Giggle!"

Grand Duke Alves tapped the table twice lightly, Wesley and Vito glared at each other and stopped arguing.

The Grand Duke looked at a Demon Race Duke sitting on his left, and said in a calm voice, "Duke Bryan, is there any news about Prince Miro?"

"Cough cough!"

Brian coughed a few times, and his voice seemed very old: "There is no news, Gonzalez's strength is beyond His Majesty's expectations, he has only been a sanctuary for 40 years, and he has already traveled a long way on this road.

The prince had just recovered at that time, and he underestimated the enemy. He was probably seriously injured. I don't know what the other majesties think. Anyway, I dare not approach the San Joan Empire in the west. "

After pondering for a while, Alves said modestly: "You are a senior, do you have any good suggestions?"

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and Brian's old voice fluctuated a little: "Young Lord Alves, your demeanor is heartbreaking. But I am already old, and although I have knocked on the holy door, I can't step in. Even shallow wisdom cannot point out the direction for the Holy Seed.

The dark lords have disappeared for many years, and after the Fourth Epoch, we are at a clear disadvantage.Mr. Alves, your potential is amazing, and I don't deny your philosophy.

However, I still hope that you can take care of the saints more. The road to the sanctuary is long and difficult, and it is good to experience more battles. "

The strength of the devil is respected, and age is not a big deal. Few people have as much respect for existences lower than him as Alves.

Nodding to show that he understands, Alves chuckled lightly: "I know, everyone thinks I'm timid and afraid of getting into trouble. I really don't dare to face Gonzalez, but I won't postpone my responsibilities."

Brian nodded, the meeting proceeded in an orderly manner, and the final result was to keep everyone restrained and wait for a turnaround.

Whoever wants to make trouble, bears the consequences, don't drag everyone into the water, no one will help.

In the western border of Faroran, in a quiet small village, a blood marquis who couldn't hold back and made a mess some time ago couldn't hold it anymore!
Marquis Glover felt that he was too unlucky. He had already left the San Joan Empire, but he still met that mad dog!

The gorgeous evening dress on his body was already tattered, and there were even many burnt black marks. He stood in the middle of the small village, and countless blood mist rose, surrounded by corpses all over the place, including men, women and children.

The blood gathered at his feet, forming a pattern of tulips. Not only that, Grover cut his palm, and a few drops of extremely red blood dripped down. He couldn't help shaking his body and almost fell down.

With a pale face, his eyes were full of madness, staring at a golden flame flying towards him in the low sky in the distance, he was driven to a dead end!
With one hand, the Blood Realm unfolded rapidly. Originally, this magic circle required a blood clan above a duke to complete, but as a powerful Marquis, he could barely activate it by consuming source blood and using the blood of nearly a hundred villagers for the ceremony.

Driven by him, the blood was now tumbling and steaming as much as possible, turning into a billowing blood mist and spreading, countless blood threads entangled like meridians, forming twisted and dazzling runes on the ground.

Between the runes, the dark red grimaces of hunger, thirst and greed were looming, and the red trail, blood, fell on the ground tick-tock.

In the alleys piled up with carrion and moss, in the cracks of the doors where red eyes are hidden, and in the shadows of the corners where the light cannot reach.

One by one, strange-shaped and terrifying-looking things came out of it.

It is no longer possible to simply describe these things with horror or horror, they are not human beings.

These beings are monsters who live in resentment, eat away at blood mist, and feed on negative emotions.

They have no fixed shape, unlike humans, their limbs are twisted into incredible angles.

"Mad Dog, I'll kill you right here!" Grover stood in the center of the Blood Realm, spreading his bat wings. He had never been in such a mess for many years.

The golden flames in the air didn't stop at all, and crashed into the small village shrouded in blood mist like a comet!

"boom!"

With a loud noise, golden flames hit the ground, and the surrounding ground suddenly split open like a spider's web!

He was wearing a white paladin's leather armor, holding a blue long sword in his right hand, squatting in the flames, and directly threw out eight silver knives engraved with holy scripts with his left hand!

"Huh! Huh!"

The blade hit the ground, eight pillar-like white lights lit up, countless monsters rushing towards him were turned into ashes, he jumped up again, and the surging holy power was channeled into the long sword!

Slashing forward, a nearly [-]-meter-long white sword glow soared into the sky, cutting through the blood mist, tearing apart those monsters, and slashing at Grover!

The blood marquis showed hatred, put his hands together, and the bloody runes lit up.

Drops of blood rain flew up, turned into knives, swords, guns and other weapons in the air, and shot straight from the sky to the ground, sending out countless screams that pierced through the sky, like tens of thousands of powerful bows and crossbows sending out ten thousand sharp arrows , The sound became one piece, and in an instant, it was already roaring like a hurricane, shaking people's hearts.

Every drop of blood is a sword!a knife!Rain of swords and swords!
Almost at the same time, the ground cracked, and the distorted skull faces melted into blood, turning into thousands of blood spears in an instant.

They formed a forest of spears and a sea of ​​halberds, carrying brilliant blood-colored brilliance, scrambling to stab the white sword light on the sky, straight into the sky!
Veteran Blood Marquis Glover VS "Holy White Sword" Michelle!

(End of this chapter)