Belief In The Kingdom of God

Jessm walked to the seat to the side, and someone beside him heard a word of gloat.

"Jessm, it looks like you are going to be unlucky."

"Master Karim is not a good-tempered person. It is estimated that you will suffer by the end of the meeting."

The kinsmen sitting next to him looked at Jessm sarcastically, and seemed to have predicted his fate, and now they spoke out without disguising, not caring Jessm's mood at all.

Perhaps in their eyes, Jesm had already been sentenced to death, and sooner or later he would be taken care of by the Count Karim.

Even on the side, Karaal shook his head secretly when talking to Jessm before. Although he didn't speak, he still stayed away from him calmly.

Soon, in this area, only Jessm was sitting alone, and other people avoided him like a plague god, for fear that others would think they were with him.

The Earl Karim, who had shot against Jesm before, has a notorious reputation in the blood family circle, and his hatred and prudent character has been remembered by countless lower blood families.

Jessm bumped into him before, if it weren't for the blood council now, and there were three blood princes watching, I'm afraid he would have done it directly. Under this circumstance, many blood races naturally did not dare to come into contact with Jessm, lest they would not be angered by the other side.

Seeing this situation, Jessm sneered in his heart, but his complexion was nothing unusual, sitting here quietly, completely relaxed and contented.

By this time, the sky on the outside gradually darkened. Inside, as an ancient and solemn ceremony unfolded, the meeting had almost begun.

Of course, it's about the kinship meeting, but the upper kinsmen will always be able to speak.

Jessm looked at the marquis who were discussing vigorously above, and the dukes who occasionally intervened, and he naturally understood the reason for this.

In terms of bloodlines, blood races that can reach above the marquis can be called high blood races, because blood races of this level often have blood connections with the legendary ancestors, and those who can reach the prince are equivalent to the direct line of the ancestors. Offspring.

And below the marquis, all are mixed blood, the earl is better, but below the ear, the blood of its own blood is extremely weak, in the eyes of those high-ranking blood, there are simply some strays, and naturally they are not qualified to speak.

Therefore, this kind of kinship council is actually a group of upper kinship discussions, and it has nothing to do with those ant-like lower kinship.

Of course, if it is irrelevant, it still has a lot to do with it. The person above opens his mouth, and the person below runs and breaks his leg. This sentence also applies to the blood family.

Inferior kinship is the basis of kinship, and it has more numbers than the sparse upper kinship. Often also some executors.

In this kind of parliament, every recommendation that has been implemented will most likely fall on the lower-level kinsmen in the end. Therefore, many lower-level blood races are also concentrating, for fear of missing a little bit.

Jessm looked at Karaal with a solemn expression on the side and listened to the conversation above. While feeling a little funny, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

The shackles of blood fixed everything.

Although the blood family has power because of the bloodline, it also limits the future development. The lower blood family can only look up to the upper blood family forever.

And that group of high-ranking blood races, although high above them, in the eyes of the stronger people, they can only look up forever, and can only be fixed in one place forever, slowly decayed.

Thinking of this, Jessm only felt that the so-called noble blood of the blood family was so ridiculous.

Only on this small blue star, some primitive humans whose extraordinary powers have not yet been developed can be crushed. If they reach a higher platform, they will directly expose their weak nature.

"Only by gaining divinity and becoming a **** as great as the main god, such existence can truly be regarded as noble."

"Before that, let your rotten blood races be my food on my way to becoming a god."

Jessm looked ahead, his eyes gradually cold.

In the previous section, the discussion became more intense.

"Your Majesty Gertis, now the outside world, the offensive of the group of humans is getting more and more serious, what do you think should be done?"

An indifferent voice appeared, making the voices of the originally intense discussion seem to have been pinched, and stopped directly.

Because this time it was a prince who spoke.

It was a thin, pale young man wearing a blood-red windbreaker, looking handsome and cold. There is also an elegant temperament from the inside, which is eye-catching.

This is Legris, one of the princes of blood, the owner of this castle, looking at Gertis, who is extremely beautiful and coquettish beside him, with a gloomy expression.

"Before I came, I had sent someone to order the country's army to be ready. I only need to wait a while before the entire European army can go to war." Gertis leaned languidly on the chair behind her, with an extremely beautiful face. Showed some impatience: "Legris, can't you remodel your castle? It's been so many years, and it's still like this, which makes me very uncomfortable."

Her tone was soft and soft, and she seemed to be joking, as if a little girl was acting like a baby.

However, none of the blood races present dared to really think so.

In fact, this Queen Gertis has been known throughout Europe for a long time, nearly two thousand years old.

The blood race has a tradition of close relatives because of its own tradition and in order to maintain the purity of the bloodline.

As a prince, the queen's children are naturally extremely popular because they are the direct blood of the prince. In a long period of time, almost all European royal families have been married to each other, so more or less the queen’s blood has been passed down, and they have almost become a family.

This relationship, coupled with the strength of her own prince, makes this queen extremely influential throughout Europe, enough to control the political situation of all European countries in one hand.

"Just relying on that kind of mortal army, what use can it be in the current situation?" Legris replied, a little impatient.

"Isn't the current situation very clear? Except for Europe, almost the whole world is condemning us, even the group of black-skinned craps began to resist us under the leadership of some people, which is really great." A cold smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, which made people look shuddering.

He always looked like a nobleman, but at this time his face became cold, looking stern and icy.

"A bunch of ants." At this moment, another person who had been silent said with disdain.

"Similar games, haven't this group of humans played it over and over again? If it weren't for their nuclear weapons, they should have been wiped out as early as a hundred years ago."

"That's how it is said." With a touching smile on Gertis's face, she looked at the two tenderly: "But they know our strength, and they dare to be so messy, they must have a purpose."

"If you take it lightly, you will suffer a loss if you worry about it."

The other two shook their heads, expressing their disdain.

"It's just a dying struggle." Legris sneered: "It may be that he found some news and was unwilling to wait for death before he had to jump out."

"After all, if you wait another ten years, I am afraid that they want to resist and there is no chance."

"Moreover, even if they are really prepared from time to time, our strength is more than that."

The other prince spoke with an indifferent expression: "Even if it weren’t for a hundred years ago, if it weren’t for being afraid of delaying that matter, with our strength, the group of humans would have been wiped out long ago, so how could it be their turn now? Jumping."

They said each word, shocking those who were in the audience below.

From their conversation, it is clear that there is a top-secret plan, which has been unfolding in secret. And obviously it's almost finished, so it's so unconcealed that it seems confident.

A strange atmosphere surrounds the castle.

In the darkness, some blood races gradually felt something wrong, and a little anxiety suddenly rose in their hearts.

As the three princes in front stopped talking, the other dukes slowly stood up, and their red eyes looked down, their eyes staring at a group of dead people one after another.

This kind of scene, even an ordinary person, can feel that something is wrong, not to mention this group of extremely sensitive blood races.

In front, there are a few high-ranking blood races, and some earls are among them. At the rear, there are a large number of lower-level blood races, and the distinction between the two is very weird.

Jessm looked at the situation in front of him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became cold.

Originally, he didn't intend to come to this council, but the recent situation of this group of kinsmen made them feel very wrong, so he decided to come over.

But I didn't expect it, and I found the situation.

The silent scene slowly passed for a long, long time. As time passed, playful smiles gradually appeared on the faces of the three princes.

"Everyone..." A soft voice broke the silence, and Queen Gertis slowly stood up, looking at the many blood races below, with a playful smile on her face.

"Presumably everyone understands that the recent situation is very severe, and it is the moment when your strength is urgently needed." She slowly said.

Her voice was very soft, with a unique charm that attracted the attention of many blood races below.

Listening to her words, the hearts of many blood races suddenly became sober, and then knelt down one after another: "Please give orders, your majesty."

When saying this, a trace of ease appeared in the hearts of everyone below. After all, if you have something to order, it means you still need you. Naturally, there will be no accidents that make them fearful.

"Very good." Seemingly satisfied with the answers from everyone below, Gertis's face raised a nice smile, blooming towards the many blood races below.

However, her next sentence directly plunged everyone below into the abyss.

"Since you are willing to do your best for the blood clan, now, please surrender your heart."

Gertis's face was cold, as she watched the many lower blood races below speak, her tone of voice was full of chills.