It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

From the bottom of his heart, he despised these clowns who were jumping around in front of him. These people were just marginal figures whose blood was so thin that Niels wouldn't take a fancy to them.But they were the first group of guys who ostentatiously moved into Meteor Manor after Niels disappeared.

If they were fighting head-on, not to mention Enoch's guard knights, these people might not even be as good as the bloody pariah in the wilderness.But it is such a waste who dares to stay in the depths of the castle, verbally disrespecting the big men of high blood and even the queen.

But it is precisely this kind of brainless person who can be easily controlled, jump out at this most dangerous and most empathetic time, and follow the instructions behind him to divide up the interests of the Abram family.

Wycliffe felt a little irritated, though he was not one of these idiots.But as a small character who was ranked tenth in the line of succession, he was also pushed out at this dangerous time.

According to the opinions of the superiors in the clan and the Holy Blood Party, he is also an abandoned son who can be sacrificed, and this sacrifice can be used to gain greater benefits for Tsimisi.

The richly attired young man went on talking, as if his spirits were heightened by the appreciation or acquiescence of others for his opinion.

"Not only that Abigail who doesn't know where he came from, but I would say that even the previous Cain, Mr. Niles, is also an idiot. He will only rely on his power to persecute family members. If Mr. Niles His bloodline is really pure enough, and he would not be killed so easily in a rural place like the material world——"

His voice stopped abruptly, his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.It seemed that the air could no longer pass from the trachea to and from the lungs, and the flow of blood suddenly stopped, which could no longer give him the energy to continue talking.

He wanted to turn his head in doubt, but found that he couldn't complete this action at all, and the young man's thinking stopped here——

Fetili casually took off a clown's head from his neck. She had been standing at the door a minute ago, and her patience was gradually being worn away in this minute.

"The world is finally quiet."

She casually threw the wriggling head into the fireplace in the reception room, and the blood-red flame devoured the stupid ball in an instant. A pile of coke.And the five-headed corpse just barely fell to the ground at this moment.

"I like quiet, how about you?"

Chapter 81 Infighting

The people who originally agreed or laughed loudly froze because of this sudden change.

When the oppressive feeling from the upper lineage appeared in front of them, no one would believe the stupid words of the dead young man.

The horror brought by Nils, which was forgotten by time, once again emerged with incomparable clarity and depth.

The old man who had echoed the young man and ridiculed Fetili and Queen Enoch stood up in horror. He could feel an icy chill hitting his neck.

"I am from Pompeii!"

He screamed, exposed his fangs, and backed away quickly.But only the body was really retreating. The headless corpse of the old man hit the wall heavily and then slid down. The scorching neck blood stained a famous bloody painting called "Harvest Day".

"Are you sure Pompeii would be willing to fight me for a fool like you?"

Fittili said to the head in his hand without changing his tone, even though the latter was rapidly becoming shriveled and blackened.

"If I were old Pompey, the first one would kill you."

The self-healing ability that the filthy blood depended on for survival was hardly effective in her hands.This weird characteristic is very similar to the Tepesh spear. Before returning the holy object, Fitili used the method left by Nils to extract the power from the holy object. It was not until the day before he arrived at Enoch that Fittili fully grasped it. this power.This is also one of the reasons why her power has risen so rapidly in a short period of time.

And the spear that was returned to Queen Enoch is now just an iron spear with historical significance.

The girl's fingertips were covered with a layer of faint red mist, like rising fire or blood flowing upstream.

After Fittili killed the two without hesitation, the remaining people subconsciously slowed down their breathing, sitting in their respective positions and not daring to move.

Only Wycliffe, who was originally silent, sighed, and then applauded lonely,

"You are indeed a Cain...Abigail, Abram should be proud of you."

"what are you?"

Fittili's voice was cold.

Wycliffe straightened his tie and stood up from his seat.

"I am Wycliffe Tsmissy, of the honorable Tsmissy family, I am Noyce's husband and you should call me uncle—"

"what are you?"

And Fittili's tone remained cold, as if he wasn't listening to him at all.

The middle-aged man hadn't finished speaking, he held his breath in his chest and almost suffocated.After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and responded:

"Very well, you are even more arrogant than Niels!"

Wycliffe's eyes began to bloodshot, not as a sign of the old man's refreshing strength, but more like a decision made in a short time.In fact, as long as he thought about the promises made by the adults in the clan to his relatives and the consequences of breaking the agreement, there was nothing worth hesitating about this matter.

In fact, most of the filthy blood who did not undergo transformation but was born among relatives have a strong sense of belonging to the clan and party, and people like Nils or Fitili are a minority.

Wycliffe quietly turned a key with his left hand behind his back. It was an ancient copper spoon covered with mottled rust.

There seemed to be some invisible lines in the air that flashed and disappeared quickly, and Wycliffe's originally robust body began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Different from the former two, he is a genuine high-ranking dirty blood, and a certain ritual initiated by Wycliffe at the cost of his own life must not be underestimated.

"Holy Blood...long live!"

The man's voice was hoarse, and he weathered as quickly as if he had been dead for decades.

Fittili looked at the copper spoon that swelled up like a tumor, and his face became very ugly.She didn't disdain Wycliffe as much as she did the other slumped ones, but it was the bloody lunatics that kept the Foulblood's disgusting dominance firmly in place.He hated the latter far more than the former.

The surrounding environment began to shake, and the terrifying roar began to echo in the unknown space.

Fitili raised her vigilance, a trap activated by a high-ranking dirty blood with her life was a huge threat even to her.If it were Nils, he might have pulled away and run away without hesitation, but Fittili still couldn't be so ruthless after all.

She at least wanted to take the old housekeeper and a few human maids who were not even dirty blood away from here.

But different from what Fittili Hajie thought, the copper spoon had already received more blood sacrifices from high-ranking officials before that, and the enemy's preparations were far more terrifying than he had imagined.

--sit

Sophia Nicholas was in her office on the top floor of the tower to which the New Party belonged, playing with the pair of overly elaborate short guns.

If she could, she would also like to put the bullet in the heart of Abigail Cain with her own hands.But after all, she is dirty blood transformed from human beings. Even though she obtained the superior bloodline through slightly tougher means, she cannot really exert this power by herself.No matter how powerful the weapon was, Sophia couldn't defeat a Cain in a frontal battle.

As Ellen Zmissi said, there is an essential difference between a warrior and an ordinary person, and even the strongest bloodline is just a waste on her.

But killing people is never an option for Sophia, she has plenty of ways to let other people do it for her.

As one of the holy relics of foul blood, the "bad key" can open the door to another world and summon the devil according to the power obtained from the sacrifice.She believed that the monsters obtained by sacrificing more than ten high-ranking filthy blood species were enough to kill Abigail. After all, in ancient wars, there were indeed records of candidates for the throne being killed by the devil summoned by the evil key.

Compared with the record, the price paid this time can be said to be unprecedented.If only relying on herself, it would be impossible for Sophia to gather so many high-ranking dirty blood who are willing to die.But what is surprising is that the collaborators who participated in this operation were extremely straightforward. Compared with the inheritance of the Abram family, the lives of just a dozen people are really insignificant.

Although Sophia didn't want to see these people divide up Niels' inheritance, but compared to the woman who killed her, the former seemed less difficult to accept.

As for those wizards from foreign lands, Sophia didn't care about their fate and the outcome of this peace talks. In fact, he never had a good impression of wizards.If it wasn't for those damn wizards, she wouldn't...

There was nothing wrong with Nod, and she saw no difference in the physical world to which the Enochians longed to return.It doesn't matter whether a place like this is completely destroyed or successfully returned to her, everything is just to fulfill someone's wish.

An uncoordinated voice disrupted Sophia's train of thought

The sound of lone footsteps coming from far to near made Sophia frown involuntarily.Her previous experience made her very impressed by the sound of footsteps.What's more, she has already explained that no one else is allowed to reach this floor unless there is something very important.

Below this metal tower is an important stronghold of the new party, and only a few people in Enoch can arrive here silently.

Sophia loaded the two short guns one after another, and then pulled the hammer.This was the first time this woman wished that something the wizard made was really blown so much, and she couldn't die, at least not yet.Sophia is not familiar with guns, but barely masters how to use them, so she has one and only one chance to shoot.

The door creaked, and in a state of high concentration, the process seemed to be slowed down countless times.She waited with bated breath, and Sophia would shoot as long as the other party showed a little part of her body. Even if she failed to kill the other party on the spot, she hoped that Duncan, who might be at the end of the meeting at any time, would notice the abnormality here.

The door opened with a bang, and a black shadow flashed past in front of him.

"I'm too close to the door—"

As soon as this thought arose from the bottom of her heart, Sophia found that she could no longer pull the trigger, and the two short guns were easily taken away with a flick of her hands.

Sophia looked at the thin girl behind her with a dazed expression from the corner of her eye, a little cold sweat dripped from her forehead.Her intelligence network covered almost the entire upper and lower urban areas of Enoch, but Sophia never knew that there was such a high-ranking filthy blood in this city.

"Who are you...how did you get in, and how do you know I'm here?"

The girl's expression was a little dazed. From the look of her expression, she might be younger than she looked, but such a girl had a ghostly speed and terrifying reflexes.

She seemed to think about it carefully before answering the three questions seriously.

"I'm Victoria, the blasphemer here... the unfiltered blood are unsuspecting idiots, I climbed the outer wall... I know you're here because intuition."

Victoria was a name Sophia had never heard of, and from her attire, she should have come from the wilderness or the wizard mission that had just arrived in Enoch.

Regardless of how she climbed up the smooth outer spire that was nearly a hundred feet high, or the strange name she used, what Sophia couldn't accept the most was that the many arrangements she made were ultimately defeated by a watcher. Go up to the gawky girl's intuition.

She arranged at least a dozen identical rooms on this floor, and all of them used special means to hide the aura in them, and covered them with alarm bells or traps.

But the other party simply climbed up from the outside and pushed open her door like an idiot.

"My question is over, you can do it."

Victoria looked at Sophia who was waiting to die with her eyes closed, her expression became a little strange. She thought for a while and then took out a well-preserved letter from her pocket.

"I'm just here to hand this over to you."

Sophia opened her eyes again, reached out to take the envelope in doubt, and then trembled because of the familiar handwriting.

"Is this...Nils's?"

After a quick glance, Sophia stood up abruptly, but her body froze.She held her forehead helplessly and said:

"You may be late, I have already done it to Abigail."

"It doesn't matter, she won't die that easily."

Victoria shook her head with a firm tone.

Chapter 82 Everything New

Most of the centuries-old manor of the Abram family has been destroyed. Burnt ashes and huge cracks several meters wide are scattered in every corner visible to the naked eye.A small patch of well-groomed woods was scorched into bare tree branches, and the artificial river surrounding the castle was evaporated dry by some terrible force, and half-cooked dead fish lay on the dry and cracked river bed.

The most eye-catching thing is a huge black corpse. It looks like a dragon from ancient legends, rather than a distant relative of a dragon with impure blood.The dragon corpse is only less than thirty feet long. Its strong and thick upper body is covered with knotted muscles like cast iron. In comparison, its tail and lower limbs appear a bit short. Two pairs of jagged fleshy wings are tied with rotten sails. The same translucent wing membrane.

If Schiff Mephisto or Dmitry Dalton would recognize its origin here, this kind of deformed physique often means some kind of specialized power, and there are more than ten dogs in two rows The golden eyeballs and the twisted horns on the dragon's skull indicate that it comes from the dragon blood of the alien abyss.

In an older era, even a well-coordinated wizard team or dirty blood elite would have to pay a high price to hunt such a monster.

Large and small wounds were all over the dragon's body, and its purple-black blood was almost drained. It was hard to imagine what kind of fierce battle it had gone through.

In the dead and silent rubble, a slender and pale hand struggled and pulled a few times, barely pushed away a few broken bricks and broken walls, and pulled itself out.

Fittili's mobile men's clothing had been worn to rags in the ruins, but even if anyone else was here, it would not feel like they were enjoying themselves.If converted according to the same ratio, the wounds on her body are not less than that of the black dragon of different species. Tooth marks and claw marks, burns left by the dragon's breath, and even the corrosion of purple-black dragon blood spread all over her body.Even that beautiful long platinum blonde hair was ruined by a third.