Belief In The Kingdom of God

Jesm's face was stern, looking at Karim in front of him, his eyes gradually turned red.

In an instant, his appearance began to change, and the incomparably pure night aura permeated his body, carrying an overwhelming blood pressure.

He just stood here, didn't do anything, involuntarily attracted everyone's attention, as if looking at a high night king, full of awe.

"Ah!" Karim roared, his muscles constantly stretched out, making his body swell up like a little monster.

puff!

Blossoms of blood bloomed, and countless blood flowed directly out of him. He couldn't bear the terrifying bloodline and majesty, and his body began to collapse or even disintegrate.

With unwillingness and intense fear in his eyes, his knees seemed to be broken, and he knelt down directly, kneeling out a huge hole on the floor under him, and blood continuously flowed out from under him.

This is the deterrence of high-ranking blood races to lower-ranking blood races. Even if they don't do anything, the instinct of blood is enough to force one and two blood races into this way, and even the idea of ​​resistance will not arise.

Seeing Karim's appearance, Jesm's cold eyes no longer looked at him, and he looked directly at the body of the three blood princes.

In an instant, the expressions of the three princes in front changed, and a huge pressure came from inside and outside all over them, making them almost have an urge to kneel down.

In an instant, all the power in them burst out, and they gradually became a whole, contending with the terrifying and majestic bloodline in front of them.

What they couldn't believe was that the combined power of the three blood princes was still at a disadvantage. They could only guard their surroundings and resist the terrifying bloodline majesty.

"This kind of breath of blood, you are definitely not Jesm!!" Above, the princes above can no longer keep their faces calm, and their faces are full of amazement.

The prince of blood ran across the world, with almost no rivals. He had always regarded other lives as ants. This was the first experience like this.

"Oh, when will the high princes say this to the ants in your eyes."

There was a slight sound, which was very abrupt in the silent castle at this time.

There was a playful expression on Jesm's face, which was the same as the expressions on the faces of the previous three princes. He quietly looked at the three princes who were ugly in front of him, and his heart was full of disappointment.

"It turns out that the so-called blood king, in this case, is only like this?"

He did not hide his disappointment in the slightest, looked at the three princes in front of him and said directly.

He turned around, the handsome and thin figure was very thin, but in the eyes of other blood races at this time, it was extremely magnificent and powerful, far more noble than the three thrones in front of him.

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He walked forward, staring at the three thrones in front of him, and slowly walked up, without the slightest stagnation or hesitation, and he didn't look at the many blood races around him in the same way.

Around, many blood races looked enthusiastic, looking at Jessm's eyes, they almost saw their own king.

The blood in their bodies made them boil at this time, even if it was the blood clan standing on the side of the three princes before, at this time they couldn't help but want to surrender and worship him as their king.

There were waves of kneeling sounds, and as Jessm approached, the majesty in his blood became more and more serious.

Wherever he went, whether it was the lowest baron or the extremely powerful duke, his body gave way to him uncontrollably, making his path to the throne in front of him seem extremely empty, without a trace of resistance.

The lower kinsmen could not stand this majesty at first, and knelt down one after another, and then the higher kinsmen, viscounts, earls, marquises...

Only the last Duke was somewhat resistant, but facing the cold eyes of an ancestor, his body trembled involuntarily, and he knelt down slowly.

Some melancholy, and a little strange, even if the blood races around them all knelt down, but there was no trace of joy in Jessm's heart, on the contrary, it was full of peace and a trace of sadness.

"Is this the blood clan that I thought was extremely noble? Without any self-will, from beginning to end, it was just a puppet and slave of blood."

Looking at this scene, Jessm scanned it carefully, wanting to see some rebels.

However, the final result disappointed him. Under the majesty of his blood, even the dukes could not resist the instinct of the blood, and all knelt down obediently, surrendering to the stronger blood.

Only the three princes in front were still resisting, relying on the combined efforts of the three princes, barely resisting the power of Jessm, not surrendering because of the blood instinct.

However, in this case, Jasm actually released the water and didn't use his best. Otherwise, with the three-headed prince alone, how could it be possible to resist the power of a blood ancestor.

"Speak out your previous plan, you are still the princes of our blood clan."

For a while, Jessm felt a little boring, did not do more than anything, and said straightforwardly.

He looked at the three blood princes in front of him with deep night-like eyes, and only one look made the other person's heart jump.

"This kind of power..." A **** glow shrouded Legris's body, and then slowly stood up and fought head-on with Jesm's momentum in front of him.

The power of the third-level limit burst out, resisting the power from the front in an instant.

Behind him, Queen Gertis was ruddy, her beautiful face was calm, and she also slowly stood up, and walked to Legris's side with the other prince.

Watching this scene, there was a rare glimmer of admiration in Jesm's eyes.

"Your blood is very powerful, it is definitely not the so-called lower blood." Legris looked solemn, looking at Jessm's handsome face and thin figure: "Which ancestor are you heir?"

Jesm was taken aback for a moment, but he hadn't reacted to what he said.

But in the next moment, he reacted instantly and thought of many things.

However, the princes in front of him obviously did not give him a chance to think carefully.

"Well, no matter which ancestor's heir you used to be, how you have lived from ancient times to the present, and have been hidden to this day. But if you dare to humiliate us in public here, you must pay the price of blood!"

Legris's face was sturdy, anger filled his mind and body, turning his pupils into blood-red color: "Kneel down immediately and give the eternal blood oath, we can still spare your life!"

For his words, Jesm looked at him with a strange look, as if looking at a fool.

"What if I don't?" He said playfully, and walked straight forward step by step.

With his actions, the majesty of the huge bloodline was released by him again, making the faces of the three princes on the opposite side sink.

A sneer appeared on Queen Gertis’s beautiful face: “It seems that you won’t be obedient if you don’t take a lesson.”

The three princes slowly turned around, and in the surprised eyes of Jessm below, they knelt down without hesitation, and issued an inexplicable oath to a dark statue behind him.

The original pace of advancement stopped silently, and Jesm's eyes were a little surprised, watching their movements interestingly, just like watching a group of clowns performing.

In front, the breath gradually faded, the blood of the three princes gradually remained, and there was something shining on his body.

It was a string of necklaces, a crown and a ring, respectively worn on the three princes.

This is a symbol of the traditional authority of the blood clan, a symbol of the system of the blood clan council, but it was unexpected that they were three secret treasures. At this time, they were urged by the three princes to show their power.

Judging from Jasm's current eyes, it is easy to see the power of these three secret treasures, but the three ordinary secret treasures are powerful enough to threaten the third level, but they are a joke for him today.

However, these three things seem to be some kind of vouchers used to hold certain ceremonies and call out certain things.

Ahead, the huge black statue began to make creaking noises, and then the huge statue gradually opened, revealing the scene inside.

Under Jasm's icy eyes, what was inside gradually revealed, it was a black coffin.

The coffin didn't know what material it was made of. It looked extremely deep and seemed to be able to draw in the line of sight. Ordinary people would feel a heart palpitation just by looking at it, and then the heartbeat would speed up and they would fall into a coma.

There are some low-level kinsmen below, who were inspired by the coffin and couldn't help but stare at the coffin, only to faint and fall into a coma after a while.

Jessm's gaze swept over the comatose blood races. In his induction, the breath of the comatose blood races suddenly weakened, and the mental fluctuations were extremely weak. It seemed that something would have their spiritual power Suck away in general.

Such a weird situation made him a little surprised, and he couldn't help but raise a trace of vigilance.

Squeak

A heavy metal rubbing sound came from the front, and Jessm looked up and saw that the black coffin was slowly opening.

Seeing this, the three princes knelt down and used daggers to let the blood flow into the coffin.

With this move, the breath of life in the coffin that had seemed extremely weak suddenly began to grow stronger.

Under the **** color, a tall figure stood up fiercely, shrouded in a breath of vicissitudes that has flowed through the years.

It was a dark corpse with a stiff body and a pale face, but it had a strong breath of life and that terrifying power.

And above this corpse, the huge bloodline is majestic, but the head reveals the identity of this corpse.

"A fallen ancestor of the blood race, a puppet corpse made with secret methods?"

Looking at the corpse that was slowly standing up, Jessm's face was a little surprised, and he spoke out the identity of the corpse.