The best golden pupil

Chapter 773 New Era
Brook's figure is like electricity, and in the eyes of everyone, he just pulled out an afterimage, which is basically invisible to the eyes.

Momins finally moved as it approached.

With a shake of his shoulders, the left and right suddenly elongated, and nine identical Mommins appeared.

Brook's figure directly bumped into the Momins in front of him, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and the Momins in front of him seemed to have turned into a cloud of bubbles and scattered away one after another.

However, as soon as the other eight phantoms moved, they surrounded Brook, and then rushed up without waiting for the latter to react.

In an instant, the scene became grand, as if dozens of figures were fighting.

Momins turned into eight figures, as if each one was real, and hunted Brook together.

Click!

Tian Qiong seemed to have also sensed the shocking battle below, and there was a thunderbolt silently, and a cloud of dark clouds came across.

The surrounding onlookers all retreated back and forth with horror on their faces, unable to stop the coercion of the two.

Some low-priced vampires hastily turned their eyes away, not daring to look directly at the two of them.

The movement was too fast, the blood race's body was already strong, and the two of them were head-to-head, without any fancy, but because of the extreme speed, many people's eyes couldn't keep up, which created the illusion of slow speed.

This uncomfortable feeling made people very uncomfortable, even the low-level vampires couldn't stand it, and many people vomited blood.

The more they fought in the arena, the stronger they became. It was true that Momins' phantom was blown up, and the aura of the two became higher and higher, making the people around them breathless.

In Amanda's eyes, this is definitely a wonderful duel. Both sides are going all out, and he dare not breathe, because the level of the two is too high. If you don't pay attention, you can't keep up with the speed of the two.

This level of battle is too powerful, but because of this, few people can tell the battle process, and what everyone sees is the result.

When the curtain fell on the field, the two figures separated, and Brook's whole body was full of energy and blood, his figure was in a mess, he couldn't stand steadily, and his face was full of fear.

The phantom of Momins has disappeared. Although he looks stronger than Brook on the outside, but his complexion has also changed, but he still came up close, grabbed Brook, stretched out his two fangs, and pierced deeply with his head. the opponent's neck.

Nothing holds more control over the allegiance of a Kindred than blood.

All these changes surprised everyone outside the arena. No one expected that His Excellency the Prince would lose.

"But how is it possible!"

In this way, wouldn't the entire Messard family have to be loyal to Momins?

Many people changed their faces.

After a while, when many people reacted, they became violent one by one, unable to accept this fact, and slowly gathered around, showing murderous intent.

Brooke, who had been sucked with blood, smiled miserably, knelt on the ground, faced Momins with an ugly expression, and almost murmured, "I shouldn't have doubted the power of the God's Cup long ago."

Indeed, from the fight with Momins, he felt the unique skills of several other families. These are the powers of the God's Cup. At the same time, this also convinced him that he didn't know whether to be lucky or helpless.

Momins smiled slightly, licked the corner of his mouth, as if enjoying the other party's blood, looked at the other party and said: "Brook, the blood race has been silent for too long, I hope to regain the glory of the ancestors back then, only I can lead everyone to go farther."

Brooke fell into silence when he heard the words. After a while, he said word by word: "Prince Momins, I hope you can keep your promise."

How could Momins not know the blessing of the ancestors mentioned by the other party, and immediately agreed very readily: "Don't worry, the Messard family will follow me, and I will definitely let him rise again, and you, I promise, will be in the upper class." One step."

After getting the guarantee, Brooke smiled miserably and said, "Your Excellency, Prince Momins, Brooke is willing to lead the Messard family to be loyal to you."

"Well, I believe you will never regret today's decision."

Momins breathed lightly, then bit the tip of his tongue, dipped his hand in some blood, melted a symbol on Brook's forehead, and stopped moving.

There were more and more black lines on Brooke's face, as if something was added as the other party's blood line was drawn, and there was a sound of "cough cough..." in his mouth, with a painful look on his face, and blue veins on his forehead The roots exploded.

Seeing this turn of events, Amanda and the others hurriedly came up with worried faces, and at the same time surrounded Momins with a bad look.

However, Momins turned a blind eye to all of this and just looked down at Brook, who was roaring underground.

After a long time, Brook stopped struggling and slowly got up from the ground. When he looked at Momins again, there was more fear in his eyes. This was the fear that came from the blood. From today on, the other party can already decide his life or death .

Sensing the righteous indignation of the clansmen around him, Momins raised his hand to stop him, looked around, and said coldly: "Everyone disperse, blood clans above the earl, come back with me."

Others looked at each other, some didn't know what to do.

Brook ignored them, but stretched out a hand and said respectfully, "Prince Momins, this way please."

"My lord, you are betraying the Messard family. I don't agree. I will report the news to Chief Clark." At this moment, a blood count said with a cold face.

"Ok?"

Brooke squinted at the words, set his eyes on the earl, and snorted: "Your Excellency Brown, the Messard family is not your turn to make decisions."

"My lord prince is right, but you have no right to decide the fate of the Messard family. If you are willing to defect, I will not accompany you. If you are willing to follow me, Prince Clark will definitely reward you."

The man named Brown left behind a word, turned around and left.

There are two types of blood allegiance, one is blood allegiance, just like Momins and Brook, and the other is verbal allegiance. The current thirteen surnames are all loyal to Clark in this form. Brook's men, Most of them share this allegiance.

Now that Brook has sold Messard casually, some people are naturally not happy about it. Although you are the head of the family, it seems that you can't make private claims.

As soon as he left, there were five or six blood races following him.

Momins didn't speak, as if he didn't see it, but instead set his sights on Brook, after all, it was for the sake of the latter's ability.

Brook's face was gloomy and cold, and suddenly he raised his head to the sky and roared, his figure flickered, and he came straight to these blood races.

How could these low-ranking vampires be Brook's opponents? Their throats were bitten by him in a few bites. Brown also changed his face, as if he didn't expect Brook to make a move.

It was too late to say anything now, and with his skill, how could he be Brook's opponent. Soon, he was restrained by the neck, and Brook's fangs bit into it without any politeness.

Seeing this scene, even if other people had any ideas, they did not dare to be presumptuous. Only then did they understand that even if His Royal Highness became someone else's blood, he was still their prince, and his majesty should not be offended.

Brook didn't care about the others, and followed Momins back to the hall. The others looked at me and I looked at you, so they had to grit their teeth and follow.

When he came to the hall, as if the duel just now hadn't happened, Brook went straight to the point and said, "Your Excellency, Prince Momins, I need to know the news of the ancestor's blessing!"

(End of this chapter)