Monarch of Evernight: Eleven Ancient Source Blood

bsp;"General Cointreau, don't make such a joke." The brigadier general broke into a cold sweat.

The lieutenant colonel was young and energetic, and shouted: "Zhao Jundu! Don't think that with Zhao Clan's backing, you can do whatever you want!"

Before the lieutenant colonel finished speaking, he was pulled behind by the brigadier general and scolded: "Shut up! You have no place to speak here!"

Zhao Jundu didn't appreciate it, and said with a half-smile: "When have you ever heard that I, Zhao Jundu, can joke? Besides, to do whatever I want to you little guys, I still need the Zhao Clan?"

Even though he was ridiculed, the brigadier general who felt that the atmosphere was not right did not dare to say anything. After saluting, he pulled the lieutenant colonel and hurriedly retreated.

After the people from the military headquarters left in despair, the woman asked with some confusion: "These two guys are just small people. It seems that there is no use in making things difficult for them, right?"

"Of course it works. No matter what reply I give, it means that I have read the military emergency report. As a member of the empire, I should obey the military orders, no matter what **** the orders are. But now, Since I have never seen this order, it’s up to me how to act. Haha, if I don’t ask them to go back and send a message, I haven’t even seen anyone from the military department.”

"But why don't we take Qianye's place back?"

"I have to give it back. But no matter who it is, since it dares to take Qianye's quota, I, Zhao Jundu, will take note of this and I will let him pay it back tenfold in the future."

The woman sighed softly and said, "I wonder if Mr. Qianye will wake up."

"There is always hope. Hasn't Song Zining already made arrangements?" At this point, Zhao Jundu suddenly frowned, stood up, walked back and forth in the hall several times, and said solemnly: "No, He has limited resources, and he can't mobilize any experts. Even if he adds the Wei family, it might not be enough. Find out what his final arrangements are, and then stay by and help him out if necessary. No need to worry! ”

The woman bowed and retreated.

After the woman left, the hall suddenly became cold. Somehow, Duan Chengpeng's face suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Jundu's eyes. When this subordinate was sent back, he was already a cold corpse. Although his facial expression had been processed, he could still see the extreme anger and unwillingness before his death.

Zhao Jundu reached out and subconsciously wanted to grab the gun, but he came up empty. Only then did he remember that the gun that would not be named in the future had been sent away for recuperation and was no longer at hand at the moment. He silently retracted his hand, but he couldn't suppress the faint anxiety in his heart.

It’s just that the Li family has made it clear that they will definitely give a satisfactory answer and will deal with Li Tianquan in accordance with the law. At the same time, the Li family also sent experts to find out that there was someone else who killed Duan Chengpeng, and Li Tianquan did not kill him. The matter was explained with reason and evidence, and Li Kuanglan delivered the medicine first, so Zhao Jundu had to endure it and wait for further results from the Li family.

Mr. Liao had exhausted all his plans, but he did not expect that the Li family was proficient in the art of elixirs and medicine, and could see through his final plan. And the attitude of the Li family was far beyond his expectation.

In the deepest part of the Twilight Continent, in that vast area that humans have never set foot on, stands a towering peak that reaches into the clouds. A magnificent castle is built on the top of the peak, which is almost as straight as a knife. Even in the eternal night where there are so many powerful people, it can be called a miracle.

Over time, the castle has been painted with a thick black color. The edges of the building walls and the steps of the steps all show a shiny gold color due to friction. It is obvious that this castle is actually made of metal.

Deep in the castle, at the end of the tens-meter-high hall, there is the only throne in the entire hall on a high platform. The moonlight shines on the throne through the tall colored windows on the wall, making this place the only highlight. of.

Sitting on the throne was an ancient old man, with a high crown on his head and as skinny as a skeleton. His eyes were closed tightly, and he rested his chin on his hands, as if he was taking a nap. But there was no one in this lonely and lonely hall. The two closed doors were covered with mottled rust, and several chains as thick as animal legs locked the doors together tightly.

Time seems to have stagnated in this hall, as if there is no power that can make changes here.

When everything in the hall seemed to last forever, the hall suddenly shook slightly. The vibrations were slight at first, but became more intense later on. Dust and rust continued to fall from the dome, and the chains locking the door were also shaking, hitting the palace door from time to time, making earth-shattering noises.

On the throne, the ancient skeleton-like king also felt the vibration and slowly opened his eyes. There were no eyeballs in his eye sockets, only two pools of turbid blood. After he was awakened, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes penetrated all the obstacles and scanned everything in the mountain castle. After just one glance, he became furious and roared throughout the mountain: "Blood pool! Who destroyed my blood pool!"

He stretched out his hand and pulled the chain next to the throne, and suddenly the piercing bells rang through the castle. However, when he pulled it for the third time, he suddenly heard a kacha sound and a phalange fell to the ground. The ancient king turned to look at his hands, and then realized that perhaps due to excessive force, cracks appeared not only on his palms, but also on his arms. His skin and flesh had turned into a thin layer, sticking to his bones, and when it split apart, only a layer of gray was visible.

The ancient king had to slow down his movements to prevent further damage to his withered body. He tried to stand up, but the bones of his legs creaked, making him afraid to move. He opened his mouth and let out a continuous high-pitched scream, calling the tribesmen to come.

After a moment, the chain wrapped around the door began to twitch slowly, retracting into the wall along a complex predetermined trajectory. This process was complicated and long, making the ancient king extremely anxious but helpless. These measures were originally intended to protect him from harm during his sleep and could not be shortened.

The palace door finally opened, and dozens of vampires filed in carrying a copper coffin. When the ancient king looked at the copper coffin, his tone immediately changed: "Why only this? It will take seven days for me to fully recover with this level of source blood!"

The first marquis knelt on one knee and said in panic: "Your Highness, because the ancient blood pool was destroyed, the highest level of source blood is gone. Now there are only these spare source blood left in the castle."

"Then why are you still here? Instead of chasing that sinner!!"

"Your Highness, this matter is very strange. The other party chose the right time. At this time, I think my duty is not to hunt down the infiltrator, but to protect your safety."

The ancient king's anger subsided and he began to think, "Are you saying that the people who destroyed the ancient blood pool were not from other races?"

"Yes. When the infiltrator escaped, he was wounded by us, leaving a little blood on him."

The ancient king immediately stretched out his withered hand and said, "Bring it here!"

The Marquis handed over a piece of black cloth stained with blood. The ancient king took it and smelled it at the end of his nose. His voice immediately became a little deeper: "This is the smell of Monroe!"

In the main hall, the expressions of many vampires changed. Although Munro was suppressed by the Queen of Night, he was still a behemoth to the Caton clan, which was ranked twelfth. Moreover, it is now said that the Queen of the Night will fall asleep after the Battle of Floating Continent, and then the suppression of Monroe will become a deterrent. The Monroe clan would be free to move again.

The Marquis said: "Maybe it was not Monroe, but another clan, but they just used a person with Monroe blood."

The voice of the ancient king was full of chills: "A infiltrator with the top bloodline of Monroe, who can sneak into the depths of my castle silently, what level do you think it will be, and will it be used by other clans?"

The Marquis couldn't answer immediately.

The ancient king said in a deep voice: "The destruction of the ancient blood pool cannot be hidden. Since it cannot be hidden, then just make a big fuss. Her Majesty the Queen is not asleep yet!"

The Marquis responded: "Yes, Your Highness. I will arrange a hunt immediately and will notify other ancient clans at the same time. However, is it two days later?"

"Why?!" The ancient king's tone was filled with anger again.

"Your Highness, it will take you longer to recover this time than before. In case someone catches this, make a sneak attack at this time"

The ancient king was suddenly startled, his eyes narrowed, and after a moment he said: "Use people from the clan to hunt him down first, and then notify other clans after three days."

Three days later, a piece of news shocked the core area of ​​the Twilight Continent. The ancient blood pool of the Caton clan, one of the twelve ancient clans, was destroyed and all the ancient blood was stolen.

It didn't take long for all the ancient clans to react, expressing great anger at this act. The importance of the ancient blood pool to the Marquis and even higher-ranking superiors is self-evident. This is the best way to recover when they are severely injured, and when their lives are coming to an end, it is the last resort to maintain their existence.

Powerful clans such as Pas and Munro will have multiple ancient blood pools within the clan. For a clan like Caton, they can only maintain an ancient blood pool. It may take decades to rebuild the ancient blood pool again. During this period of time, the Caton clan will become very fragile, and will no longer have much advantage over the powerful clans other than the ancient clan.

The ancient blood pool is so important to the Vampire Clan, so all the ancient clans expressed surprisingly unanimous opinions. Even Monroe expressed anger and sent core members to join the hunt. Of course, Monroe did not admit that this incident had anything to do with him.

In this way, a large net with the deepest dark area of ​​the Twilight Continent as its core expanded rapidly, covering half of the continent in the blink of an eye.

On the vast plains of the Twilight Continent, a vague figure is moving rapidly. Nighteye hunched her body, hiding her traces through the undulating long grass and scattered solitary trees, and ran towards the distance.

The black tights on her body were damaged in many places, some of which were already intact skin, while some of the tears were still covered with rolled flesh. Running around without sleep for several days would be too much for even the strongest Vampire, not to mention having to go through several battles on the way to escape? Nighteye had no spare power to repair the wounds, but even so, some small wounds healed on their own, showing the strength of her bloodline.

Yetong's feet went weak and he almost fell to the ground. However, she felt that the fiery ancient blood in her arms suddenly gained strength and continued to run into the distance.

PS: On the first day of the new year, I have to do it again no matter what, to take a good omen.