"How is the situation in the laboratory?"

The old man in black robe walked down the stairs and asked in a hoarse voice.

"The reconstruction has been completed, and the capabilities of the North American branch members are currently being extracted one by one."

Luo Wen bowed to the old man and softly reported the progress of the work.

"Would any of them want to join us?"

Walking down the stairs, standing in front of the window, looking at the dark courtyard illuminated by the moonlight, the old man asked very calmly, hoping to hear some answers that would interest him.

But Rowan just shook his head.

"No, after all, those who are willing to join us are already standing here."

After a brief silence, the old man did not hesitate too much and continued to give instructions in a voice as hoarse as a dry branch.

"After extracting their abilities, turn them all into blood servants. Sirius will no longer be needed. Keep him. Someone will come and talk to him."

"I see."

In the dark villa, the silver-white moonlight shines through the windows into the hall, which is lit only by a few dim white candles. The cold wind blows in through the open windows, causing the candles to sway.

More than thirty men in black robes stood quietly in place like stone statues without any breath. Some of them were sitting lazily on the sofa in the living room of the villa, holding a cup of bright red human blood in their hands, slowly

Tasting. Some were hiding in corners where the moonlight could not reach. Only two red rays of light emitted in the darkness announced their existence.

The man in black robe, leaning against the wall with his arms raised, was silently waiting for the old man's instructions. He held an eyebrow pencil in his right hand, carefully dressed up a young blood servant, and drew the eyebrows of her servant with a smile.

Looking at these monsters in front of him, the old man coughed lightly.

"The competition will start soon. Although the venue is not here, I don't want you to attack Karl and the others. Do you understand?"

No one responded to the old man's words. They tasted blood when they should, remained silent when they should, and continued dressing up for their servants. Only a few men in black robes who stood quietly in front of the old man nodded respectfully.

Seeing this, the old man frowned, but didn't say much. After all, many people here have complicated compositions. Except for his direct relatives, most of the other monsters were only willing to listen to him out of the face of their elders.

if.

Just when the old man was about to continue speaking, a light and sweet voice suddenly sounded.

"have no idea!"

A girl hidden in the darkness stamped her feet and shouted angrily.

"Why not go! Anyway, when the game starts, they will leave the hotel, why not just kill them! I also want to taste Qianqian's blood."

The old man frowned slightly, but Rowan stepped forward and stood in front of the old man, helplessly explaining to the girl hidden in the darkness.

"Xiao Lan, because they have the gods of the East around them, you should also know that we have no chance of winning in front of the gods of the East. Even if we can really defeat those gods, we will also attract unimaginable revenge."

Faced with Luo Wen's patient explanation, he even helped her block the old man's possible scolding. However, the girl did not appreciate it at all, and instead spoke with disdain.

"That group of monsters who are greedy for life and afraid of death have been so scared since their last failure that they dare not show up again. What do they say?"

"Xiaolan!"

Rowan stopped the girl again and asked her to stop talking.

The girl was still not convinced.

"I'm not wrong, they are just a bunch of guys who are greedy for life and afraid of death. What are we doing..."

The girl's words suddenly stopped, because an unimaginable pressure suddenly enveloped everyone's heart! Everyone in the villa suddenly froze, because the terrifying sense of oppression was like a giant beast from the wild.

The back opened its eyes.

"Huh!" The feeling of oppression in his heart increased again. Feeling the huge pressure with a hint of murderous intent, Rowan immediately stepped forward, blocked the girl behind him, and bent down to salute outside the window.

road.

"I'm sorry, Xiaolan is just a child. If I offend you in any way, please don't mind."

A deep and deep voice came from the window, resounding in everyone's heart.

"It doesn't matter."

Soon the huge mental pressure receded like a tide, and everyone in the villa finally couldn't help but let out a breath of cold air.

At this time, that powerful and deep voice sounded from everyone's hearts again.

"What I just did is something that even an ordinary heavenly soldier can do."

"And in heaven, there are millions of heavenly soldiers."

The villa fell into silence.

The old man's eyes were solemn and he was silent in thought. The man in black robe standing in the corner was lonely and silent.

Rowan looked at the girl with dissatisfaction and complaint. The girl snorted coldly and turned her head away in anger.

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Standing in front of the "Madonna of the Rocks" on the fireplace, the old man stared at this handed down painting about two meters high with his hands behind his back.

After watching for a long time, the old man finally spoke and broke the tranquility of the villa.

"Although you can't take the initiative to attack Karl, you can still do some other things to prevent them from disturbing us."

Rowan nodded slightly.

"I'll make arrangements."

The next second, the old man's voice became much sharper.

"As for what happened just now, I don't want it to happen again. This is the East after all. Do you understand?"

No one spoke, only Rowan walked into the darkness beside him and gently tapped the still sulking girl on the head.

The girl's complaining voice sounded, and then she held her mouth and said with extreme reluctance.

"Okay, okay, I understand. I won't say it's okay again in the future."

Rowan's mouth showed a happy but helpless smile like an old father.

The old man continued to give instructions.

"During this period, we must also seize the time to create blood servants. Since the secret party has discovered our secret, it means that we don't have much time to waste. Once we get the two sacred artifacts, we can arrange an evacuation."

Rowan frowned slightly and asked softly.

"Aren't we going to start a new round of ten-year war with the Camarilla here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the black-robed members of the Demon Party present could not help but sit upright.

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"Aren't we here for a new ten-year war with the Camarilla?"

Listening to Rowan's question, the old man made no move and still stood in front of "Our Lady of the Rocks" with his back to everyone.

After about a minute, the old man slowly turned around.

The large black robe covered his head, allowing only his mouth to be seen.

At this moment, the eyes of all the men in black robes in the villa were fixed on him.

Facing the gazes of countless dark red pupils, the old man's wrinkled mouth outlined a frightening smile.

After so many years of running away and so many years of preparation, how could we not give them some surprises?

After chuckling, the old man issued a statement to the world on behalf of the Devil Party today.

"A hundred years ago, the secret party launched a war in Europe. A hundred years later, we should also insert a sword in their heart!"

After a short silence, all the men in black robes stood up at the same time and bowed to the old man.

"I will obey your instructions."

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"Zifeng, I don't know why, but I always feel a little uneasy these days."

Sitting on the chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Karl stretched out his fingers and rubbed his temples tiredly.

At this moment, Karl's pair of faint blue, mesmerizing magic eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes.

The exhausted expression and the bloodshot demonic eyes, all of this, tell the world all the time that the owner of the pair of demonic eyes is very tired.

Chu Zifeng folded his arms and leaned against the wall indifferently.

"Is it because the game is about to start?"

Carl hesitated.

He didn't know whether Chu Zifeng was right or not, because even he himself didn't know why as the day of the competition got closer, his mood became more and more tortured day by day.

It seemed as if something big was about to happen.

"I don't know either, but I always feel like something is going to happen."

Karl raised his head and slumped down on the chair, his voice extremely tired.

Chu Zifeng frowned, leaned against the wall and comforted him coldly.
To be continued...