Chapter 656 The Annihilation of the Henrik Family

Standing in front of the Henrik family's castle, Skidmore did not act immediately, but stood there quietly, looking at the bright lights inside.

As a vampire who has survived for more than 500 years, Skidmore has long had the keen observation ability to see the subtleties, and the strength of the Grand Duke also allows him to easily find dangerous signs in his environment.

At this time, standing outside the headquarters of the Henrik family, Skidmore shivered through his whole body, feeling his hair stands for no reason, obviously having a bad premonition.

Taking a deep breath, he stretched out his hands silently, and a wave of invisible ripples spread from his palms and quickly spread towards the main building of the castle.

In an instant, everything was silent, and the sound of insects in the flowers and plants around the castle seemed to stop, causing a strange dead silence to appear on the scene.

This is the "domain". In the vampire clan, only the princes and a few outstanding high-ranking dukes can have this skill.

The general domain is a bit like a barrier, and is round. But Korskidmore's domain is a bit special and is fan-shaped. In this fan-shaped area, all creatures will be affected by his unique domain power!

Suddenly, several uncontrollable screams of horror came from the castle. Several figures broke out and rushed out to the grass outside, stumbled and ran away with their heads and ears, without even looking at Skidmore standing in the lawn. It seemed that they heard or saw some terrifying sound or scene, and were still scared.

This is true, because Skidmore's domain power is "fear"!

Skidmore ignored these fleeing people because he was not fighting alone, and there were dozens of vampires with more than marquises behind him!

Besides, he had no extra thoughts to deal with these scared people.

Because just as they escaped, eight flying cymbals suddenly flew out of the broken gate, making a terrifying sound of wind breaking, and swirling and flying towards Skidmore.

When Skidmore dodged to avoid his edge, a strange thing suddenly appeared. Eight flying cymbals actually reversed and rose, flying back to the castle, as if someone was stealthily manipulating it.

Seeing this flying cymbal skill, Skidmore's face changed slightly. After staying with Rett for a long time, he naturally recognized the origin of the flying cymbal.

After the flying cymbals swirled into the castle, four Buddha's yells came from it, and then they looked like ghostly illusions. Four figures appeared around Skidmore, surrounding him.

A tall black shadow in front of Skidmore said in a deep voice in English: "Your Excellency, I can't tell that you have some evil kung fu!"

Through the light leaking from inside and outside the castle, Skidmore had already seen that the black shadow was a lama, and a yellow-clothed lama holding a double cymbal.

Frowning, Skidmore said coldly in Mandarin: "I think you should be the master of the Lama who defected from China, right?"

"Huh?" The yellow-clad lama unexpectedly changed to Chinese: "I can't tell that you, a foreigner, speak so well in Chinese, and you also know our identity..."

"Flying cymbals take the soul, demons destroy the form, this is the Gelugite killing skill." Skidmore said quietly: "Tell me, why are you here?"

The yellow-clad lama smiled proudly and said, "The Henrik family is already our monk guardians, and our Buddhist Vajra naturally must ensure that they are not disturbed by ghosts and monsters..."

Skidmore raised his eyebrows and said, "The Henrik family should give you some gifts, right?"

"I can't tell you that there are quite a lot of things you know." The yellow-clad lama nodded with a strange look and said, "The Henrik family not only contributed a billion euros of praise, but also was willing to support our living Buddha in establishing the Qinghai-Tibet Buddhist Kingdom..."

"Hmph, so what if you get the support of the whole world?" Skidmore said disdainfully: "Without my master nodding, your Qinghai-Tibet Buddhist Kingdom will never be established..."

"I'm so arrogant!" The yellow-clad lama looked fierce and said gloomy: "What is your master? You dare to compare it with our living Buddha..."

When Skidmore heard that the yellow-clad lama was disrespectful to Ryt, he felt a stern hatred and said, "Lama is arrogant! How can you insult my master?"

"Is that true?" The yellow-clad lama looked contemptuous: "Report your master's name and let me see what role your master is!"

"No need..." Skidmore slowly stretched out his hands and said in a silence: "The dying little person is not worthy of knowing the name of my master..."

"I really don't know how to live or die!" The yellow-clad lama didn't seem to want to know who this "master" was. He immediately started to do it after hearing this: "My junior brothers, kill him!"

As the word "he" fell, four big lamas took action at the same time, and eight golden flying cymbals immediately intertwined and turned into a terrifying net of light under the reflection of the light.

The bright grid of this light net was like a huge golden cloud covering half of the sky. It trembled like a wave and slapped down. The net should have been something that leaked, but this light net brought a gust of wind like a ghost, covering the target in the middle.

Skidmore screamed like thunder. His figure suddenly flashed into the air, and his whole body actually shook into a bunch of black smoke with a "bang". The smoke overflowed, flying out of the grid, and swam quickly towards the four big lamas.

So, the roars were everywhere, the light net suddenly extinguished, and the strong wind was still there, and the four lamas fell out in four directions. The four people were covered in blood and blood in their chests and abdomen. No one still had a breath after roaring. The fatal wound was the blood hole of the big fist in the heart of the four people.

The black smoke gathered together and quickly solidified, reshaping Skidmore's body.

Skidmore didn't check the lives of the four lamas at all. He had strong confidence in his attacks. However, he did not enter the castle next, but waved his hand back. Suddenly, the thirteen vampire dukes flew over and obeyed the orders of the Hou.

"Everyone inside except Old Henric will die!"

Seeing the thirteen dukes flying into the castle with excitement, and hearing the endless screams and wailing sounds, Skidmore couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Of course, he was not lamenting the fate of the Henrik family, but lamenting that he could not take action to kill the enemy himself! He also wanted to do his best for his beloved master, but unfortunately, his current situation did not allow him to continue to take action.

Although I just fought with the four big lamas very quickly, and meeting them will lead to life and death, it is absolutely not easy for Skidmore.

Although Skidmore's strength is definitely higher than the four great lamas, the lamas' Buddha power is born to restrain his dark energy. In addition, he did not want to waste more time, so he adopted the "one-hit kill" of quick battles, which naturally greatly increased his energy consumption. Now it is "empty people" and he has to stay where he is, and he has to recover slowly.

The elite masters of the Henrik family were too dead to kill many times. For the safety of their grandson, Old Henrik secretly transferred some of them, so the remaining manpower was naturally insufficient.

Although they offered high bounties to hire experts, the time was too short, and most European experts knew that the Henrik family offended them as "terrifying figures" that even the Holy See had to protect. No one was willing to joke about their lives for some money, so naturally few people applied for the job.

With their current manpower, how can they defeat the raid of the thirteen vampire dukes?

Soon, the battle ended, and the old Henrik, with a sad and angry look on his face, was taken out of the castle and threw it at Skidmore's feet.

Old Henric slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, then stared straight at Skidmore with a stern face, and asked slowly: "Who are you?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Skidmore smiled slightly and said gracefully: "We are the ones who come to kill you!"

With his eyebrows raised, Old Henrik said in a cold voice: "I have pre-stored a 5 billion euro revenge fund in the Bounty Guild. Once I die, the entire mercenary world will rush to avenge me! You will definitely not be able to escape..."

"It doesn't matter!" Skidmore shrugged and said with a relaxed expression: "It is also a very beautiful thing for me to be able to die for my master..." The thirteen dukes who were also brainwashed were seriously brainwashed and all looked worried.

Old Henrik finally couldn't keep his composure and said in horror: "Do you not work together to eat the coalition forces of our Henrik family, but are serving the same person?"

Seeing Skidmore and others' faces of glorious appearance, Old Henrik was a little lost and muttered to himself: "Four super experts who are equivalent to Grand Sword Masters and Paladins are playing for the same character. This is really incredible! But how could such a powerful person suddenly be unable to get along with our Henrik family..."

Skidmore chuckled and said, "It's not that our master wants to be in trouble with you, but that your Henrik family has been in trouble with our master!"

Old Henrik was stunned and woke up, "Is your master the magic king from Denmark?"

"Reply!" Seeing that Old Henric was qualified to "understand the ghost", Skidmore smiled faintly and waved his hand and said, "No sending..."

A duke immediately reached out and the lost old Henric suddenly lost his heart...
Chapter completed!