In the dark night sky, the dim starlight shone, and wisps of shadows eroded the luxurious buildings along the streams accumulated by the cold rain. The blood-red light could be seen vaguely, and disappeared in an instant.

Perhaps seeing the strange atmosphere, Worthman commanded the soldiers of the Choifali Legion to hold the heavy cavalry rifle tightly, form a defensive array, and silently guard and follow Modrian.

At the end of the dark grey marble road, a gray-lighted building stands.

It is hard to imagine that in this luxurious complex, there will be such a place where the magic lights are gone and even the traces of the candle are invisible, as if a dark beast is peering at the arrival of the guests.

"It's here, the place where strange auras gather." Modrian clamped the horse's belly, controlled the red war horse to stop, and looked up at the dim building.

He smelled a strong smell of blood, the smell floating from the building, mixed with a little rotten smell, and some disgusting odor.

Modrian just wanted to wave it, but hesitated for a moment. The dark green data flowed wildly in his pupils, which was [Temporary Mission: Revenge of Followers] flashing on the simple panel of the system, as if the ultimate goal was in the building in front of him.

"Dryus!" Obscure light appeared in the brown eyes. Mordian left Siglid's warm embrace with his right hand, looked up at the misty night sky with a rainy rain, and a faint starlight reflected in his pupils.

Crunch! Crunch!

Firm and heavy steps trampled on the muddy roads, Drayus dragged the black cutter, and the extremely sharp axe blade cuts the cold stream, marking deep marks on the marble surface.

In front of the towering mahogany door, Drayus' wrist moved slightly, and the scarlet life energy lingered around the axe blade. It turned into a tiger that chose people to eat.

Next moment!

The domineering and iron-blooded aura filled the cold air. Dryus stepped forward and the black cutter slashed down like a jade pillar that capsized the sky, slashing towards the crimson wooden door.

roar!

The heavy wooden door was broken into pieces, and drops of blood burning like flames floated in the air, woven into a huge scarlet giant snake that occupied a large rainy night. The inexplicable roar interfered with the air, blowing away the falling rain, forming clearly visible white ripples.

"Archibould, a cunning scarlet snake!"

Modrian said word by word, his fair face suddenly became solemn. He didn't expect to meet the fourth level of the abyss: the Demon Lord of the Howling Abyss. Although it was just an illusory image, it was not ruled out that the true body of the demon came, just like the situation in the shadow realm.

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In the aristocratic area, somewhere is brightly lit in the courtyard.

The silent guards were scattered in the four corners, and the overflowing weapons and armor splashed out a few rains, but none of this could hide the large number of panicked civilians kneeling on the ground. They were trapped with ropes and placed in an inexplicable form on the cold rainy ground.

"Sir, you're ready!" A low and stern voice sounded in the courtyard, and the emerald green armor wrapped the figure of the speaker.

"Wait, the opportunity has come yet..." The drizzle fell down the delicate eaves and turned into curtains. An old man with gray hair and spirits was looking at the night sky covered with rain.

Until a red scarlet giant snake tear apart the rain curtain and floated under the dim starry sky, a faint sense of depression filled Limontanelu.

The cunning scarlet giant snake Archibald!

The silent sentence was described by the old man, and then he turned around and looked at the emerald green figure in front of him, and his cold and indifferent gaze revealed suppressed anger and hatred.

"Alcott, the dice of fate begins to roll!"

"Archibould's crown sent a signal, and now we are not here. Invasion of the abyss? Sorry, I am not responsible for the safety of Limontanelu. I just want to get back the glory of the Jeffrey family!"

"Modrian Perris, how about the legend even if there is a legend behind it? When you are watched by the abyss, everything will disappear into nothing!"

If there were intelligence officers familiar with the many great nobles of the Stoke Kingdom here, he would definitely recognize the old man in front of him, almost controlling the top family in the north of the Kingdom - the head of the Jeffrey family and the hereditary duke of the kingdom.

Goldland Vasul Geoffrey!

Of course, the name of [Northern Lord] was very famous a few years ago and also represented the interests of the northern part of the kingdom. However, after the appearance of Modrian and after the appearance of Valoran, everything changed slightly. The reputation of the Jeffrey family was hit, and even after several secret battles, its status was seriously challenged.

Gold slightly sorted out the elegant evening dress of the mean and elegant evening dress, his cold eyes swept across the civilians in the courtyard, and walked away, leaving behind the words of fate.

"It's time for me to set out. His Highness Sawyer is still waiting for me at the banquet of the noble council, where the main stage tonight is."

"By the way, Alcott, remember to clean up the place later!"

As if remembering something, the old figure turned around and stared at it, then disappeared on the rainy night, with guards following him.

Alcott, the commander of the Iron Thorn Legion, stood quietly in place. When Gold's figure was completely invisible, he turned around and looked at the civilians in a state of panic and frightened state, and sighed silently.

"The sacrifice begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the silent guard standing in the four corners of the courtyard moved his steps, and the cold weapons reflected the stars, stimulating the blood in his body.

The killing begins!

According to the formation, a surging and viscous blood mixed with falling cold rainstorm watered the floor and the runes that were flashing with inexplicable glory.

boom!

The red magic energy turned into a pillar of light that bloomed in the strange formation, shaking away the dense rain, bringing up countless ferocious roaring souls. Looking closely, it looked like those civilians who had just paniced and frightened.

"Dispose all the traces!" Alcott spoke his final words, and then left the place without looking back. The bodies of those who died with fear of revenge were shocking.

It's not just this one.

Slums, commercial areas, civilian residential areas, and even bloody scenes that have been discovered and treated, they burst into red light at this moment, shining with heavy rains and dark nights.

Looking down from the sky, you can clearly see the blooming red light engraved in Limontanelu in a hexagonal shape, like an ancient hexagram magic circle left in ancient books, and the center point is His Highness Saroyang's luxurious building.

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"Bloody sacrifice?"

Violet Mage Tower, Du Bois looked at the sky suddenly changing at this moment in surprise. The red light reflected in his pupils, as if Limontello's condition began to become confusing.

"Creggie, are you sure you won't take action yet?"

Moira on the other side also stared at the quiet purple figure in front of her, with a hint of sorrow on her beautiful face. Compared to Du Bois's perception, she sensed an extremely familiar aura of disgust that was scattered in the air.

"No, it's not time yet, this small scene is not enough to seduce the guys hiding in the dark." Craigie was calm and looked at the sky-blue blue bird soaring in the black night sky in her muddy eyes, flapping her wings and dancing her illusory wings to cause a wisp of spinning breeze.

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On the ancient and majestic city wall, the Duke of Dhakama stared at the six red light pillars blooming in the void, and behind him was a purple figure standing tall in armor.

"According to the king's order, blockade of Limontanelu, and if anyone breaks through the pass, kill it on the spot!"

"yes!"

The dull sound was like the thunder thunder in the night sky, and purple figures dissipated in the rain, and the surging life energy connected into pieces, rushing towards their respective directions.

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Under the sudden rainstorm, undercurrents surging, and countless shadows rush across the streets and alleys in the vast night. The war between the sergeant began in advance. The cold rain washed the overflowing blood, and the bright red halo was staining the city that was trapped in darkness.

No one can escape, and the whirlpool of the storm is getting stronger and stronger, sweeping all, including the dimly lit Valente Palace.
Chapter completed!