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Chapter 12 The hand stretched out from the coffin(2/3)

Thales smiled tiredly and reassuringly, closed his eyes, and was completely relieved.

A dense vibration sound came clearly from outside.

"boom!"

The door of Mancao Manor was knocked open.

The sound of countless horse hooves pours in!

"In the name of His Majesty Kessel Shining Star, the High King of the Stars!"

Count Gilbert Castle, his steady and rich voice came from the dust and the sound of horse hooves:

"Everyone present at Mancao Manor is suspected of stealing and harboring royal treasures!"

"Restrict your hands immediately and don't resist!"

"Anyone who violates this rule will be killed on the spot!"

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There was not even a torch in an empty dark room.

There is only boundless darkness.

and two faint breathing sounds.

"What a pity. This is probably the closest we have been to the Qi Magic Master in twelve years." An old and sharp voice said.

"But all the intelligence shows that Aixida was killed." A brisk and bright male voice.

"Then let me guess, you who think he was 'killed' must have also read the information about the immortality and immortality of magic masters?" the old and sharp voice said sarcastically.

"Don't be so serious, teacher," the light and bright male voice continued: "At least he is sealed."

"The question is, in Yongxing City now, who has the ability to seal Aixida, and who has the weapons to seal Aixida?" The hoarse voice continued the question.

"It's just those few." The light and bright male voice said playfully.

"Yes, alas," the hoarse and sharp voice seemed to sound slightly disappointed: "It's just a few."

"There is no need to investigate the truth about Red Square Street anymore. All files - including the witness reports of the big explosion in the central area and the woman carrying a child on her back - are all sealed and the period is set to be permanent."

"As for Ashida Sarkon, let the people on the border prepare to be prepared. Whether it is ten years or twenty years, the air magician will eventually return." A hoarse and sharp voice gave the order gloomily.

There was a long silence.

"Don't look like that, teacher. Think from the upside, we have lost a big enemy, and think from the even better side - we might not be able to lure out the Bleeding Magician." The brisk male voice said lazily.

"Don't pretend that you can see my expression," the hoarse and sharp voice said with dissatisfaction, and then sighed again: "The Blood Magician - alas, this damn fate, the royal capital, will probably be over again soon.

There's going to be chaos."

"Twelve years ago, I had at least Lancer, Jinni, Tissen, and Lanzal Norfolk by my side. Now, you are the only one who can be used by my side." A hoarse voice sighed.

The Tao is full of solitude and loneliness.

"But it was exactly twelve years ago that even with a group of people like you, didn't His Majesty the late King pass away? It can be seen that strength is not the key - luck is." The brisk voice seemed to have no scruples, talking about the past twelve years.

tragedy before.

In the darkness, both voices were silent for a long time.

"Yes, even if it was twelve years ago," the hoarse voice finally answered. This time, the tone seemed to be full of grief, anger and dissatisfaction: "The late king still passed away."

"By the way," the brisk voice seemed to finally realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and said abruptly: "The 'Dark Room' sent someone to send a headless letter, saying that a gangster was leaving Exeter yesterday.

Set off towards the stars, towards Yongxing City - the old woman also said that this is to repay your previous favor."

"Ah, the secret department and the dark room, a long-lost cooperation." The hoarse and sharp voice seemed to be aroused: "You are coming to the capital at this time? The blood magician?"

"No, I sent someone to check. It seems to be a doctor from the Underworld Brotherhood, named Ramon."

"Is there something wrong with him?"

"Someone saw him performing a 'little trick' on a country road."

"Little trick?" The hoarse voice finally became serious.

"Yeah, a 'little trick'," the light male voice said cynically:

"But according to what I have seen throughout the entire Bright Star Library, and the deep knowledge reserves on the twenty floors, I have come to the conclusion that this 'little trick' that can heal wounds instantly was commonly known a thousand years ago -"

His brisk voice suddenly dropped.

"magic."

The words fell slowly.

This darkness truly fell into deathly silence. It was like a cemetery in the middle of the night.

After a long time.

"That old woman -" the hoarse voice actually chuckled: "actually returned this news to me as a favor."

"He is really cunning and cunning, just like before."

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Gilbert took the lead, and the guard composed of terminator swordsmen rode into the manor.

Surround the three vampires!

"The silver sword is unsheathed and ready to face the enemy!" Gilbert said no more nonsense. He knew that the previous declaration of "surrender without killing" was just a formality.

But what really works is often only strength and weapons!

Just like diplomacy.

"Laurana!" Eastlund flashed his figure nimbly, avoiding two horse swords that were going straight for his head, and shouted anxiously and angrily:

"Call the Shadow Guards!"

Laurana fell on a window on the second floor. She was extremely angry - no matter her incomparable figure or indestructible claws, she was facing Yoder Gatto, who was holding Thales and whose figure sometimes disappeared and sometimes appeared.

Having no choice but to know the current situation, she opened her arms and directed towards the dungeon, letting out a silent roar with a strange rhythm.

rumble!

In the direction of the dungeon, there was suddenly a dense trembling sound like a thunderstorm.

Gilbert's expression changed, and he waved the long sword in his hand decisively, and the swordsmen beside him all shouted!

But it's too late.

At the entrance of the dungeon, a black tide suddenly erupted!

Rushing towards the horse formation composed of thirty terminator swordsmen.

"Knot the ring formation!" Gilbert saw clearly what was coming out, and shouted with a livid face: "It's a blood slave!"

Thirty terminator swordsmen who were at least mortal level also saw what rushed out.

They were people with blood-red eyes and crazy faces!

Almost everyone present was a battle-experienced guard, and they knew what the creature in front of them was.

They are the lowest level and the most despicable vampires. They are transformed by humans or other races after receiving the essence and blood of vampires. They are hungry, thirsty, crazy, loyal, and not afraid of death - blood slaves.

Dozens of blood slaves rushed towards the horse formation like a tide!

Gilbert saw the situation clearly and knew that Thales was safe. Blindly relying on horsepower to attack these fearless creatures would only increase his own casualties.

"Guard!" he ordered loudly.

"Ho!"

Thirty terminator swordsmen shouted angrily, got off their mounts, and quickly formed a circular formation! Each person stepped out with their left foot and tilted their right sword to protect the people around them!

This is the defensive formation that Xingchen is famous for - the Huimang Formation!

At this moment, a figure slowly stood up in the pit created by Rolf and Chris.

Then, this figure flashed and disappeared instantly!

"Please stay here for a moment and take a rest." Yoder gently placed Thales on the balcony on the third floor - he saw Chris emerging from the dust, and his figure disappeared.

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"We'll take care of the rest."

Then, Yodel also disappeared in front of Thales.

The next moment, Yoder's dark-colored cross-lattice dagger appeared in mid-air, and crossed with a pair of sharp claws of Chris who was galloping towards the third floor, causing sparks to flash out!

"Qiang!"

The piercing sharp sound impacted everyone's eardrums!

But surprisingly there was no collision of air.

Yodel and Chris, two of the top extreme masters in the Western Continent, taught each other a move and roughly understood each other's strength and spread out.

"This is the ability to travel through shadows!" Chris' face was cold. His right claw dug deeply into the wall of the second floor and fixed himself to the wall.
To be continued...
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