Captain Loli's Fantasy Rafting

Not long after Serena stepped into the cemetery, a gentle female voice came from a roadside tombstone.

At the same time as the sound came, the tombstone trembled, and the stone coffin lid at the back was slowly pushed open, revealing a woman in black clothes with her hands folded in front of her huge chest in the darkness.

This is a little girl with blond hair and purple eyes. Looking at the small fangs in her mouth, she is a blood race.

The sarcophagus she lives in is relatively small, the material of the stone is also very inferior, and the clothes on her body have some inconspicuous patches. This is a poor blood family like Serena.

"Hello, Hesha, that's right, I came back just for the election of the new king, but it's not for visiting, but to participate in the election."

Serena said with a smile that Hesha is one of her few good friends, so Serena has no intention of hiding it.

"Haha, then I'll wait for you to become queen, and then take me to live in the big castle!"

Hesha thought Serena was joking, and didn't take it to heart at all. She said something casually, and she twisted her neck and flew out of the stone coffin.

She is a little different from Serena, with a pair of tiny bat wings on her back, cute and slightly charming.

"Huh? Do you think Serena is joking? She is serious. Her blood has evolved a long time ago. She is the most noble blood on this planet, a natural queen! You know, when she becomes queen, Ben The young lady is the high priest, I will drive away those old men in the temple, and replace them with beautiful young ladies. Hurry up and kneel down gratefully, maybe I will show mercy in the future and let you be a priest!"

The chubby little bat flew around Hesha, scolded her with staring eyes, and was very dissatisfied with her negligence.

"Okay, okay, can I admit my mistake to you?"

Hertha clasped her hands together and bowed to the little bat, as if you would spare me.

She and Serena have known each other for almost 300 years, so she naturally knows what kind of virtue this little bat is, like a second fool, talking only stupid things.

Serena is the blood of the ancestor Maharaja, how could it possibly evolve?

The bloodline of the ancestor maharaja, this is already the purest and highest bloodline.

Serena saw that Hesha didn't believe it very much, but she didn't want to explain it. When she arrived at the venue and stimulated the suppression of her own blood, everything would be clear.

Hertha took out an old pocket watch with copper rust from her pocket, and she couldn't help feeling a little anxious after looking at it.

"It's not good, it's already three o'clock in the morning, we won't be late, maybe the election is almost over, we must hurry up..."

As soon as Hesha's words fell, Serena suddenly hugged her by the waist, turned into a blood shadow and flew forward at high speed.

Hesha, who was hugged by Serena to the princess, blushed slightly. She looked up at her friend, and couldn't help being very surprised: "Serena, so you have advanced to the master level, no wonder that idiot, you want to brag that you want Running for the new king..."

Because of the absence of the family Holy Grail, Serena has been stuck in the elite class for more than 100 years.

In the past 100 years, her strength has not improved, and her family's castle has been taken away by other blood clans, and she has lived a poor life.

As for Hesha, she was not a nobleman in the first place, and belonged to a relatively ordinary blood family.

"Nonsense, nonsense! Miss Ben is not bragging, no one knows the truth better than me..."

The little bat named Rolling stood on Serena's shoulder, protesting loudly.

After all, Hertha is not Lilith, so she doesn't know how to beat it, so it finally doesn't have to beep softly.

Under Serena's full rush, a huge eerie castle soon appeared in front of their eyes.

This is where the Blood Race Temple is located, Eternal Night Castle!

This ancient castle stands in the mountains and is composed of dozens of eerie huge buildings. The gloomy and depressing atmosphere is countless times stronger than that of the city of London.

It may be because not only are there ancient Gothic buildings, but there are also huge, weird eerie statues and horror reliefs everywhere.

The gargoyles that can be seen everywhere are even more chilling.

Although their bodies are not moving, their scarlet eyes are turning around, scanning the vampires coming and going.

The gargoyle is a good friend of the blood clan, and the blood clan temple has raised many such monsters.

At this moment, the usually cold temple was very lively. In the hall of the temple, countless blood races gathered. They held various silver cups, drinking the blood-red liquid while watching the fierce battle in the center of the hall.

It is the scene of the election of the king of blood!

The blood that the vampires drink now is almost all smuggled from humans at a high price, and some are simply the blood of other creatures.

The blow of the Church of Healing to the vampires is actually a boon to ordinary humans.

The former Karitan invented the divine light arcane technique that can identify blood races, driving almost all blood races out of London.

It's no wonder that countless human beings miss the Pope so much, thinking that her reign was the most glorious and beautiful time for human beings.

At this moment, Serena and the others had just entered the hall when they heard cheers erupting in the temple.

Hesha jumped out of Serena's arms in a hurry. She stood on tiptoe and looked over the crowd towards the center of the venue.

"Look, it's Princess Irma! She is so strong, and she is also a senior master, but she can easily crush the other party! Irma is the candidate I support the most, and she will definitely become the next king of blood!"

Hertha screamed excitedly like a star-struck girl.

But at this moment, among the crowd, there is a half-naked girl with a charming figure.This Princess Irma didn't even wear a shirt, her alluring face and charming figure attracted a lot of attention.

She seemed to have just defeated a powerful opponent, stepped on the opponent's face, and let out a long roar of excitement.

"Irma! Irma! Irma!"

The vampires let out a deafening cry.

Seeing all this, Serena smiled slightly, and was about to enter the arena, but at this moment, a slender, slender man of strange blood race suddenly jumped into the venue one step ahead of her.

"Charming Princess Irma, my name is Francis, please remember this name, this will be the last time you call me that, because in the future... you must call me king!"

The male blood Francis uttered wild words.

His words immediately attracted a lot of boos. Irma is now recognized as the princess of the blood clan, and is known as the most powerful young man of the blood clan for hundreds of years.

And who is this Francis, I have never heard of it before!

But the booing of the crowd stopped abruptly the moment Francis drew his sword.

This guy pulled out an ancient silver sword with a strange red light.

As soon as this special sword appeared, all the blood races felt their blood tremble slightly, saluting that silver sword!

"This is... the weapon of the Patriarch Maharaja, the Holy Silver Sword!"

The Great Elder of You Temple suddenly opened his eyes, his old wrinkled face was trembling with excitement.

Chapter 93 92. It's Broken (4/5)

The sword was old, and seemed to have suffered the wear and tear of time, but it shone faintly in the dim light of the Sanguinary Temple.

Its sword body is not smooth, but engraved with twisted and winding lines. Those lines are delicate and complicated, and each line is a small groove.

Those grooves are as complicated as a starry sky, and when people take a look at them, they seem to be intoxicated and never wake up.

If you touch it gently with your hands, those lines have a cold and refreshing special texture.

It is said that when the user's blood fills these grooves, the power of this holy sword will reach its peak!

This sword is not long, less than fifty centimeters, shorter than a human arm, and its blade doesn't seem to be sharp. If you look carefully, you can find many tiny gaps.

Rather than a combat sword, it is more of a decorative ceremonial dagger!

But it was the appearance of such a short sword that made all the blood races lose their voices instantly. They could feel the blood in their bodies, trembling slightly non-stop, and cheered and saluted the sword.

This is a silverware, and Mithril is rarely used in the weapons of the blood race.

It is rumored that the blood race is afraid of silverware. In fact, this statement is not accurate. It is not that they are afraid of silverware, but because the blood race has the power of immortality and is difficult to kill, but the weapons made by Mithril can easily destroy their immortality. sex.

Mithril and the undead power possessed by the blood race, like water and fire, are extremely incompatible, so the blood race rarely uses Mithril weapons.

But this silver sword is obviously made of Mithril!

Legend has it that the ancestor maharaja relied on the extraordinary blood of his own to forcibly contaminate a piece of mithril, and only then did he create this blood clan holy sword.

Not only is it powerful, but it can also command other blood races.

For a long time, this silver sword has been a symbol of the authority of the blood clan, and the person who owns the holy sword is the real king of the blood clan!

But then the great flood era came, the blood clan declined, and this holy sword was completely lost.

Unexpectedly, Francis, the little-known blood clan, brought back this holy sword today!

As soon as the sword was released, the sense of oppression in the blood suddenly made the face of the confident Princess Irma seem to be covered with a layer of haze.

"The holy sword belongs to me, I am the one chosen by the soul of the ancestors, I, Francis, the born king of the blood clan!"

Francis's square face showed the most confident smile, and his blood began to boil, his breath was undisguised.

He turned out to be a senior master!

Princess Irma looked almost desperate, but she still raised her golden cane, fired several blood arrows, and attacked Francis.

"Who is the king of the blood clan? You will only know after the battle. Maybe this sword was left to me by the ancestors!"

Princess Irma clenched her silver teeth, showing her last stubbornness.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, stubbornness is useless.

Francis is a senior master herself, and holding the special silver sword, which can affect the blood of the ancestors in Irma's body at any time. Her strength can't even be half exerted!

Francis just stood there, holding the dagger in his hand, and lightly unleashed three swords. The countless blood-colored sword energy hit her like a tsunami, cutting her all over with injuries!

Moreover, this guy is very shameless. Princess Irma didn't wear much, and he deliberately cut off other people's pants. After a while, the poor princess was no different from not wearing any.

The failure and shame made Irma's eyes fire, and she almost fainted.

Her best friend quickly took off her black robe and put it on her body. Irma couldn't help but leaned on her dear friend's shoulder and burst into tears.

After a brief silence, the other blood races couldn't help bursting into cheers.

Everyone shouted Francis' name frantically, like a grand carnival!

The blood race has been in decline for too many years, and their hearts are very depressed. Today, Francis brought back the silver holy sword, which is like a shot in the arm, and everyone's spirits are extremely uplifted.

After all, that holy sword is a symbol of blood clan authority, a symbol of a king!

The soul of the ancestors sent this holy sword back to the ethnic group, and the meaning it represented far exceeded the holy sword itself.

Is the great blood clan finally about to rise again?

Francis must be the emissary sent by the ancestors to revitalize the blood clan, and he will be the revival master of the blood clan!

"Well, it seems that the final winner is our Francis Alvas Tesip Krival..."

The great elder of the temple also came to the center of the venue with an excited face, holding Francis' right hand high.