After saying that, there was only a loud noise, and the chains on the sarcophagus suddenly broke and opened themselves. A cold wind roared out of the coffin and blew towards the entire hall, with white shadows mixed in.
Jumping out in the wind, a sharp and strange laughter sounded in the air, "Hahahaha, Moulton, you big fool, you actually broke the forbidden spell yourself, let us out now you are dead, you are dead
, get off the seat of the Dark Speaker immediately, it belongs to me."
"I'm going to take over that old guy's body, gnaw at his vagina, torture his soul, and then, haha, I'll be the boss of the Dark Council."
"Fuck you, I am the Dark Speaker, you idiots are only worthy of being my subordinates."
The Speaker allowed seven huge transparent ghosts to circle around him and coughed a few times, but it was strange that no one paid attention to him. Within five seconds of these ghosts emerging from their confinement, they immediately appeared again.
They quarreled and struggled with each other. Who can imagine how they spent thousands of years in that small coffin.
Finally, a ghost stopped in front of the Speaker. It was an old man with a white beard whose eyebrows covered his eyes. He was wearing the same clothes as the Speaker, especially the six-pointed star pendant that also symbolized the identity of the Dark Speaker hanging on his chest.
The old man touched his beard and said with a smile, "Molton, I thought we would see you in the coffin soon. We have already agreed that after you move in, we will give you a good beating."
Dun, who would have thought that you actually released us, okay, tell us, we can help you, but you know the price, hehe."
The Speaker glared at the old guy, but when he thought about it, he would not be like a few ghosts who had been dead for thousands or hundreds of years, so he said with a serious face, "The Holy See has assembled a large number of people and is preparing to attack us.
Attack started."
Before he could finish speaking, all the ghosts gathered over and screamed in surprise.
"What? Are you going to kill the stinky guys from the Holy See? I'm going! My hands haven't been stained with the blood of clergy for thousands of years. Give me a young body, bring my war horse, and
My armor, my sword!"
"The bastards in the Holy See have finally figured it out, and they are finally willing to launch an attack! Damn it, when I was alive, I waited for hundreds of years and still didn't get it. Morton, don't lie to us, or you will be damned to hell.
Cut off the tongue."
The Speaker smiled slightly, "This time the Holy See has mobilized all its manpower, and so have we. This is a holy war in the true sense. This time, either we will die or they will die. Are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied, satisfied, so satisfied!" The eyes of the seven old ghosts shone at the same time, and their bodies changed into various shapes excitedly. The old man with the white beard nodded excitedly, "Okay, in that case, we will
I lend you my power to cut off the pope's head with my own hands. This price is enough, Moulton, don't cry out in pain!" After saying that, he spun around in the air a few times and got into the speaker's body with a whoosh.
"Don't cry out in pain!"
"Don't cry out in pain!"
The ghosts screamed and got in. The Speaker opened his arms, and bursts of white light appeared on his body. He felt that his soul was being torn back and forth by these guys, and he suddenly cursed in his heart.
Under the setting sun, in the Vampire Castle, Monica slowly walked up from a dazzling red blood pool. The huge bathing pool, which was almost fifty meters long, was filled with bright red blood. It was unknown how many virgins' blood was used.
Then fill it up.
Monica has not bathed in virgin blood for many years, but with the war imminent, she needs to restore her magic power to its optimal state.
Taking a gentle breath, the blood stuck to the skin was quickly evaporated, revealing the delicate and smooth skin and the wonderful naked body. At the same time, a black ball of light appeared on Monica's abdomen.
It is constantly rotating, and there are many small black and blood-red light balls connected around it.
One night, when Lin Chen introduced the power of the Egg of Darkness into her body, it also contained some strange energy. Just like a seed encountering fertile soil, these strange energies quickly took root in Monica's body.
root.
It was given to her by Lin Chen. Of course Monica did not refuse, so she started practicing in accordance with the properties of this energy. However, after a while, she was surprised to find that after this energy grew stronger, it actually had some incredible effects.
, for example, she can release this energy, detect the movement around her without using her eyes and ears, and strengthen her attack and defense. What is even more amazing is that using this energy as a medium, she can actually control the darkness in her body.
The energy and vampire energy were perfectly blended together, forming a form like the cosmic celestial body in front of you.
Monica has also cultivated the power of darkness to an extremely high level, almost comparable to a high-level dark sage. The talent of the blood queen cannot be underestimated. Of course, for Lin Chen's little gift, she
She also loved her so much that she couldn't help but kiss her sweetheart gently in her heart. At the same time, she prayed that that fool would never do anything wrong.
Transforming into a heroic and gorgeous armor, Monica looked at her slender and smooth jade legs. She had no intention of losing to those old men. After this war was over, she was still waiting to spend countless hours with her beloved man.
In the lingering night, with a smile on her lips, Monica stretched out her hand to summon a ball of red and black flames, crushed it, and flew out of the huge window with her spread wings.
About five hundred miles away from the British-French border, Lin Chen led a group of men and was wreaking havoc. The simple French villages scattered along the way were all destroyed by them and set on fire.
After burning it, a group of bearded Arabs behind them looked at their behavior in confusion. His old friend Rathayt shrugged his beard and said very puzzledly, "Lin, if you treat these European Catholic guys
If we don’t like it, we can go to big cities like Paris and London, find a few cathedrals and put a few bombs there, but please, it’s boring to take it out on these shabby little villages.”
At this moment, they were standing in front of a country church that had been engulfed in flames. The church had been burned beyond recognition. The walls were in disrepair and fell down. A statue of Jesus was deliberately dragged outside and smashed to pieces.