Emperor of the Underworld

Chapter 154 Three Blood Clan Eighth-Generation Elders

As the capital of a country, the nights of *** Fortress will naturally not be as dark as those remote small cities.

The bustling city is still the main color of this life at night, but compared to the nightlife in many other countries, it is not so colorful, or even in the daytime, compared to the small and medium-sized cities in other countries. Much worse.

After all, more than 90.00% of the people in Pakistan are prostitutes, and prostitutes have a very painful rule, that is, women cannot show their faces at will, so even those young women who see them during the day still use The cloth covered that beautiful face, let alone at night. Naturally, and because of this custom, some aspects of Pakistan's tertiary industry are indeed not very developed. Compared with the island country Japan, it is definitely one hundred thousand. Eight thousand miles away!

"Hey, on a day like this, when will you be tall!" It's fine if you can't see a woman's face during the day, at least you can see a few women from time to time on the road, but at night, tsk tsk, you can't even see a woman Arrived, for Cai Zhenhua who is used to living in the modern city, this is definitely a torture.

"Hehe, you can use your spiritual sense to look inside those houses." Jiang Wenyuan looked sideways at Cai Zhenhua and laughed. As an ancient man from the feudal period in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, Jiang Wenyuan was very comfortable with these things. After all, in ancient times Those women seldom go out, even if they go out, they are not girls anymore, most of the people walking on the street are old women, and the young and beautiful ones are hidden in the boudoir.

"If it weren't for the way of heaven to watch, I would definitely do this!" Cai Zhenhua shook his head and sighed softly. Since he came to this country, he used his spiritual sense to go to other people's rooms because he couldn't see women. He was punished a little by Tian Dao, who stabbed his spiritual consciousness severely, and the pain was so painful that Cai Zhenhua almost cried out at that time.

In fact, what Cai Zhenhua didn't know was that such a small punishment was still light. If he hadn't been a subordinate of Ye Feng, the Yin Tianzi chosen by the Heavenly Dao, considering that Ye Feng's current power is indeed not strong at all, he still needs to continue to punish him. That's why there is such a small punishment!

"Hehe, it seems that the other party has moved." At this moment, Jiang Wenyuan frowned suddenly, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Well, we have to be vigilant at all times!" Cai Zhenhua also frowned slightly and said anxiously after feeling that the two blood races who had been following him had brought the other three blood races shortly after returning one.

After Ye Xuehai and his wife walked into a star-rated hotel, Cai Zhenhua and Jiang Wenyuan didn't dare to leave their side at all. Even when they were taking a bath, they didn't stand chatting on the window sill like they used to. It was one person standing in front of the window sill and paying attention to the movement around him, while the other person was standing guard at the door of the bathroom, with his eyes closed and his spiritual consciousness constantly searching the layout and personnel of the entire hotel.

The mission time, mission location, and for the mission, for this, Tiandao will not punish, unless you do something else in a wicked way, Tiandao will record it, and wait for the right time for you to report all the causes and effects All of them were paid off at once, hehe, at that time, some of them cried. Of course, Cai Zhenhua used his spiritual sense to peep last time and accumulated it in this way, but it was still because of Ye Feng. Heavenly Dao punished him at the first time, just to prevent him from repaying it all at once in the future, so as not to lose decades of mana or be killed altogether. It's not good news.

"Your Excellency Gary." Gary, who was checking the situation in the opposite hotel, suddenly heard a voice.

"Your Excellency Harikil!" After putting down the binoculars to see the other party's face, Gary quickly knelt down on one knee and lowered his head, and said in a respectful voice. Although his strength is considered top-notch among the tenth-generation blood clan, and slightly higher than them, he is a celebrity in front of Elder Grove!Offending him, that is absolutely not dare to do!

"There will be a total of three people participating in this operation. All you have to do is to monitor their every move at all times. If there are five people, you shouldn't let them get lost." But the faint order in the middle cannot be ignored no matter what.

"Yes, Your Excellency, we will closely monitor their every move all the time, and we will not let them get lost under our noses!" Harry's tone was unusually firm. He also knew about the possibility of success for this mission. Sex is still very big, but they can more or less feel the difficulties they will face after success. Annoying the existence of a hell god is definitely not good news for the Assamites!

Similarly, all the vampires kneeling on the ground are also very aware of this, but as Grove's cronies, they have to do so. Only when Elder Grove sits on the throne of the patriarch can they be able to Only by raising your head and walking in the same clan can those previous generations who originally looked down on their descendants of the blood clan face up to their existence!In the same way, it can also prevent those descendants of the blood race from continuing to live on as a dispensable existence!

Sure, the idea is nice, but in reality?Is it true that Grove is so kind and peaceful among these low-generation blood races that he treats these low-generation blood races equally?This is absolutely impossible!All he has to do is to use these low-generation vampires as much as possible to extract their value!Although the strength of the low-generation blood race is not strong, they can't stand the large number of people. Let them act as eyeliners, collect information for themselves, and sacrifice as cannon fodder when necessary. This is their value!You can't let those seven or eight generations of blood clan elders do these things!

The real power is still in the hands of those few ancestor blood races. Even if Grove is really in power, he still relies on these powerful ancestor blood races to control the entire Assamite tribe, not them. A large number of low-generation blood clans with weak strength!
The strong are respected, this rule is an accurate rule in any society and any world!

Harikil looked at the five people kneeling on the ground on one knee, but suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart. Could the elder's decision really succeed?Will it really be possible to vent the anger of the gods of hell on Patriarch Yelich's head?Everything is unknown, but only by doing it can we get the answer, isn't it?Shaking his head vigorously to get rid of the conjectures about Elder Grove in his mind, Harikill finally let out a heavy "hmm" and disappeared into the room.

"Hehe, the thought of fighting the Hell God Envoy makes my blood that has been cold for hundreds of years feel like boiling!" In a dark room, a man who seemed to be in his thirties said the man.

"Hehe, Tony, don't boil here, just be quiet, what we have to do now is to rest and adjust our bodies to the best fighting state." The one sitting at the top seemed to be about fifty years old The old man closed his eyes and said with a smile.

"Of course, you have to adjust to the best condition. Only in this way can you have a good fight with those **** envoys!" Tony nodded, licked his lips and said with a bloodthirsty impulse.

"How long has it been since I exercised my muscles? It really makes me yearn for it!" At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties who was dressed cross-legged and dressed as a typical medieval aristocrat with blond hair said on the sofa.

"Hill, hundreds of years have passed, and your pre-war bloodthirsty impulse has not changed a little bit." Opening his eyes, the old man sitting at the top said to the blond man sitting cross-legged.

"Hehe, I don't believe that you, old ghost, are really as calm as you are now. You know who you want to kill yourself." Hill said with a strange smile, looking at the old man opposite him.

"Haha, it's you, Hill, who understands me, Jirou. Even though you desperately want to kill them and complete the task by the way, the order hasn't come down, so we'll just sit and wait." At the end, the old man's voice couldn't help but grow low. Going on, his desire for fighting after participating in the jihad is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. The pleasure when tearing apart an opponent and sucking his blood is more full of pleasure and passion than the original desire. excited!
That's right, the three people sitting in this dark room are the executors of this mission. Three eight-generation blood clan elders. With such a luxurious lineup, I am afraid that they will be a powerful existence at any time!They were sent out only because they were concerned about the existence of the two hell messengers, but how could Grove expect that, with the strength of Cai Zhenhua and Jiang Wenyuan, it would be extremely difficult to deal with an eight-generation blood clan, and it is even very likely that the two of them will fight against each other. Death, this time sending three elders of the eighth-generation blood clan, it was still because of Gorchis' death in battle. I think this is the only way to give Grove the confidence to challenge the gods, even if they are only the lowest gods in hell!

The night finally fell into peace after the hustle and bustle, *** Castle looked so peaceful in the dark night, and the peaceful tranquility seemed to make anyone fall asleep peacefully.

"Did you feel it?" Cai Zhenhua, who closed his eyes, finally sighed in a low voice and said helplessly. It's the vampire again, facing the vampire for the third time, will the opponent still send those low-generation vampires?There is no explanation, so I can only choose to wait quietly.

"It's such a peaceful night again." Jiang Wenyuan walked to the window and raised his head to look at the bright moonlight in the night sky. Feeling sad, he looked back at Ye Xuehai and his wife who had fallen asleep, and finally closed his eyes and crossed his legs Sit down and practice hard at the last moment before the big battle, after all, a little more strength is a little bit!
Seeing Jiang Wenyuan meditating and practicing, Cai Zhenhua couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly, and then chose the same way to welcome the enemy's arrival. Even if he died in battle, it wouldn't make them feel better!

Still in that dark secret room, still sitting at the top of the secret room, Grove couldn't help but feel complicated. The group of people he sent earlier had already died in battle. He originally thought that the two hell messengers would pass the news to him. Pass it to the gods in hell to know, but from the current point of view, it seems that they have not done so, and maybe many times will have an effect, but the lower-generation blood race below will inevitably resist, and I cannot continue to stand in front of them Pretending to be concerned about them.

Only by waiting for the real superior can I tear off the disguised face. Now, I still have to choose to compromise. After all, before the real success of seizing power, the necessary hypocrisy is a good mask, which can deceive many people and paralyze many people. Man, at least, now Yelich pays much less attention to himself!
But when he thought about the regional god that had never appeared before, Grove couldn't help but feel agitated. Gods are always looking up to. If you want to kill a god, it is definitely a challenge to the way of heaven, and it is rare for him to be so minded. Uneasy, to a certain extent, can also be thought that the way of heaven is secretly warning!

"Harry Chill!" Grove shouted towards the door, the obsession in his heart finally overcame the shred of reason, challenging the gods, and blaming Yelich, this idea was too tempting, he couldn't help but Exciting!As for the final consequences, Grove does not need to care about whether the gods will obliterate the Assamites. After all, if they really want to die, those third-generation blood clans with abilities comparable to the gods will appear , that is the Xeon generation of blood that killed the second generation of blood!From Grove's point of view, these third-generation vampires are absolutely capable of obliterating the god of hell, and even if they can't, then a compromise can be reached.

In fact, Grove's guess on this point can be right or wrong. What I have to admit is that the third-generation blood race is an extremely powerful existence. With a long and almost eternal life, to a certain extent, they are god-like existences in this world, but they do not have the priesthood bestowed by the heaven and the underworld. If Ye Feng did not fight against Li Yi, then these A powerful third-generation blood race is really not in Ye Feng's eyes, but now, Ye Feng, who was hit by Li Yi's last blow, is still using his own mana to suppress the black corrosive energy from destroying his meridians , and at the same time slowly repairing the damaged meridian, the strength has dropped to the Tianhua stage, and it is indeed a bit powerless to challenge the third-generation blood clan who is comparable to the sky-shattering stage!
"Elder!" Hearing Grove's call, a black figure quickly appeared in the secret room, and Harikir, who was kneeling on one knee, bowed his head and said respectfully.

"Issue an order, the task, and start to execute it now!" Grove said coldly in a gloomy voice.

"Yes, as you wish!" After bowing his head and replying, Harikir's figure quickly disappeared into the secret room again. In a quiet night, do you need blood to set it off?

(End of this chapter)