Chapter 27: Smoke of gunpowder, alliance of enemies, murderous intention of the vampire princess
Christian I, the prince of the demon clan, the leader of the demon camp in the southern plains.
He is the top dark prince under the Dark Lord. He is stronger than Prince Milo of the Demon Clan and Prince Hammond of the Vampire Clan. It is said that he has reached the realm of a monarch.
It's a bit unbelievable that such a big shot would be lurking in an abandoned factory in an ordinary town.
"Oh my God, it's actually this person..."
In the distance, the bearded owner of the tavern was trembling and almost fell to his knees.
Prince Christian is also famous in history.
What is mentioned most in history books is that he once challenged the "Storm God of War" Louis, and then was slapped by Louis and was almost completely destroyed...
Even so, it would be enough for him to brag about for a lifetime.
Kakuzu: I assassinated the ninja god Senju Hashirama back then, wasn’t that awesome?
Although Prince Christian acted like a clown in front of the God of Storm War, that was because his opponent was too strong.
For most humans, this demon prince is a nightmare.
He represents the peak combat power under the monarch.
"Oh it's you."
Ren's eyes flashed, and he looked up at the prince of the demon clan above the altar, as if he could see his weakness. He said with a cold expression, "You are indeed very strong, but what you see here is just a ray of projection, young master."
Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf!"
This demon prince is also the target of the first phase of his system mission.
He was now facing off against Prince Christian, who was almost half a monarch. His chances of winning were not great, but his chances of escaping were not small.
The premise is that this Prince Christian in the town is the real body...
"So that's it, it's just a projection."
The old goat stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of joy on his face.
Thinking about it, it is expected. Prince Christian is the head coach of the demon camp this time. How could he go deep into the heart of the Kingdom of Faloran alone?
The geographical location of Bok Town is between the royal capital Wisteria City and Merova City.
"That's why I feel sorry."
The projection of Prince Christian floated above the Bone Altar, and his face could not be seen clearly. There was only a pair of strange blue eyes under the hood.
After taking Ren's sword, his figure became obviously more illusory, and some cracks appeared on the bone altar at his feet.
He sighed: "It's a pity, it's difficult to kill a human genius with great potential this time."
A projection is not even a clone.
He just used the space door and the altar at his feet to project a small part of his body's power.
All of his clones have been recovered by him a long time ago, and he neither knows nor dares to create them recently.
Because he wants to impact the realm of the monarch.
Don't think that making a clone is easy. A clone, especially a high-level clone, requires some soul power to be injected into it to form it.
Once the clone is killed, even the main body will be injured.
For example, Harosh, the previous Demon Lord, was recently killed by two clones in succession by Ren, and his body was seriously injured, and he could not recover within half a year.
This is just the recovery of combat effectiveness.
It may take twenty or thirty years to completely restore the lost soul power.
In the past twenty or thirty years, due to the imperfection of his soul, it was difficult for the Demonic Grand Duke Harosh to improve his strength, which is why he hated Ren so much.
Regardless of whether it is a human or a demon, killing a high-level clone is equivalent to wasting ten or eight years, and it is difficult to make any progress during this period of time.
Unless you have a rare treasure that specifically restores and nourishes your soul...
Prince Christian wanted to attack the realm of the monarch, and during this period he did not even dare to create a clone, otherwise if he was accidentally killed, he would have no place to cry.
"Then you go die."
Ren was too lazy to talk nonsense with the enemy, picked up the magic sword, and slashed at the bone altar again.
It's just a projection, he doesn't even need to use all his strength.
boom!
Thousands of star grains on his body flashed, arranged and combined, and the surging star force condensed on the sword blade, turning into a frightening sword light hundreds of feet long, slashing towards Prince Christian and the bone altar!
The sword's light shone like a curtain of light that dispersed the darkness of the night, and several nearby streets were illuminated.
This is another sword from the holy realm. Its power is probably that of a level 21 young saint who is proficient in swordsmanship.
"Quite impatient."
The projection of Prince Christian chuckled, and dark thunder suddenly flashed in the void within a ten-mile radius, like thousands of innocent souls roaring in the dark clouds.
It has to be said that his appearance is indeed amazing. With the small amount of power transmitted through the space door, it gives people an unparalleled sense of oppression.
He stretched out one hand, and the dark force flowed and converged into a huge black skull ghost claw. With just a slight stroke, the nearby atmosphere scattered and cracked like a piece of silk!
Bang!
The star sword collided with the ghost claw, and was instantly torn and shattered, turning into countless sparks and exploding!
Prince Christian did not take advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He grabbed the witch under the altar of bones and threw her into the space door.
After doing this, his body became more illusory and there were more cracks on the altar.
"I still think you are an eyesore. It would be better if you died." Prince Christian said indifferently.
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, the bone altar at his feet instantly shattered into powder. The corpses on the ground, large pieces of blood and cyan runes were destroyed together, and the power contained in them was crazily injected into his projection like wisps of dark thunder.
At the same time, the space door suddenly burst, and countless energy poured into his projection like running water.
Then, Prince Christian's projection also began to burn, and was annihilated inch by inch.
But before disappearing, he gathered all his current strength and launched a final blow, aiming at Ren and pointing his finger from afar.
"die!"
boom!!
The dark force boiled, countless green thunders flashed, and Christian's fingers hit Ren like a terrifying abyssal black dragon bathed in thunder, and the void trembled and cracked along the way!
This was a self-destructing altar, a burning projection, a blow that contained the cold murderous intent and all the power in his heart.
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With one blow, the entire town trembled, and the light of the stars and moon was swallowed and distorted by the darkness, just like the end of the world.
This blow might even kill a veteran saint like Dimon instantly.
"Old ghost, I'll fight you!"
With a "sad and angry" look on his face, Renn raised the magic sword like a desperate beast and slashed with all his strength. The bright sword light was like a galloping river.
boom!!
The Star Divine Sword struck the falling black giant finger, erupting with a deafening loud noise and turbulent waves, but within a moment of stalemate, the sword light shattered into countless streams of light like glass!
The giant black finger was also broken in part, and the remaining half still hit Ren's body, causing boundless air waves!
Bang!
Ren groaned and flew backwards, smashing a house into pieces and falling heavily into the ground!
Centered on where he landed, the street collapsed, the ground shook like a blown blanket, and cracks spread to all sides.
"President!"
The bearded boss in the distance was almost knocked down by the shock and screamed in fear.
"Oh my God, how could this happen?"
"What a terrible battle. Is this the strength of the titled Demon Hunter and the Prince of Darkness? It's like the earth is falling apart."
"Is the President dead?"
"Shut your crow mouth!"
"..."
The dozen or so demon hunters suddenly shouted in panic and became a mess.
It had only been a few days since Viscount Ackermann took office. If he died so soon, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the Witcher Association branch in Falorland.
After shooting down Renn, the projection of Prince Christian also burned up in mid-air.
The dark force dissipated and the moonlight poured down. The abandoned textile factory had been reduced to ruins. Most of the houses on several nearby streets had also collapsed. Rubbles, tiles and sawdust were scattered on the ground, and dust was everywhere.
When the turmoil subsided, the southern suburbs of the town were completely destroyed, leaving only the devastated land.
Fortunately, there were no people in this area where strange things happened frequently, so no innocent people were affected.
"Fuck! Damn old monster, you didn't forget to give me a hard blow before you left."
The old goat held the staff in his hand and climbed up from the ruins while cursing. Several shaky golden energy shields on his body slowly broke and turned into golden rain.
He was a little close to Ren and was affected by the aftermath.
Fortunately, he had stored several spells on his magic robe to defend against long-range attacks and energy impacts, so he didn't become cannon fodder.
"Ren!" Leon held the cross sword in his hand and rushed towards the place where his teammate fell anxiously.
The blow just now was quite cruel, but he didn't know if Ren could handle the killing of ordinary saints.
The old goat didn't panic. When he saw this, he comforted him: "Don't worry, you won't die."
Wren Boy is a double fifth level player, so he is not easy to defeat.
Bang!
A ruin suddenly exploded, and rubble was thrown away.
Ren shook his head and climbed up from the pit.
He looked quite embarrassed, his hair was dirty, his face and clothes were covered with dust and dirt, and his pants were in tatters.
He was seriously injured...shit.
The hammering was quite comfortable, and my muscles and bones were sore.
The Dark Duke's all-out attack, which was barely at the peak of level 25, was not enough in front of his immortal golden body at level 27 among the fifth levels.
Wanting to hit him hard, the old demon ghost's true form came over and hit him with full firepower, but that was enough.
"This is not okay. The performance is a bit exaggerated. It will scare the little friends who are ambushing in front."
Ren muttered something in a low voice, then saw the body of a werewolf count next to him and got an idea.
puff!
He lifted the werewolf's body and pulled it with both hands. The body was torn into two halves, and blood spattered all over him.
He threw the body into a cracked ravine, then quickly lay on the ground, groaning in pain and shouting:
"Leon, come here and help me up...hiss!"
Acting online.
It can only be said that he worked very hard to trick his little friends into coming to die.
"Ren, are you okay?"
Leon looked worried, ran over quickly, and carefully helped Ren up.
But his face soon changed slightly, and his eyes looked a little strange.
There's something wrong with this.
The blood was too fishy, with a wild breath of life, and it didn't seem to be human blood...
Ren's face was pale, and he held Leon's shoulders. His legs were a little weak and trembling, as if he could not stand still. He shouted in a weak voice:
"All demon hunters, clean up the battlefield. Love, you go notify the people in the 7th Bureau. Old Goat, you go find Baron Ruben..."
After saying that, he tilted his neck and seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and fainted in Leon's arms.
Leon: "..."
(一`′一)
He is covered in wolf blood and there is not a single scar on his body. How can he pass out?
Forget it, since the eldest brother is working so hard, he can just continue acting.
"What are you doing standing still? Go get to work!"
"Oh okay, I know."
Love was the bearded owner of the tavern. When he heard this, he became excited and ran towards the office of Bureau 7.
There is a team from the 7th Bureau stationed in the town, with only 10 people. The strongest ones are only at the third level. If something big happens, you can't count on them. At most, they can come over and tie things up afterwards.
There are many masters in the 7th game, but the kingdom is too big.
Share it a bit, manpower is stretched thin.
In addition, most of the strong players in the 7th round have been taken away to the chaotic southern plains. Therefore, offices across the kingdom are short of experts and often fall into the embarrassing situation of having to wash the ground.
Then, Leon carried the "unconscious" Ren on his back and went to the tavern to rest and recuperate.
The old goat led a dozen demon hunters to clean the battlefield and collect the loot.
He only wanted the materials from the third- and fourth-level demons, and gave the rest to the dozen or so demon hunters, which made them happy for a while.
Although it's not much, this is almost a free benefit.
After all, they didn't do much tonight...
"Okay, let's all disperse. Also, don't talk nonsense about what happened tonight!"
After hastily collecting the trophies, the old goat gave instructions, recited a mantra, cast the "Levitation Technique", and flew towards Baron Reuben's house.
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Such a huge disaster occurred in Poker Town, and Baron Reuben, as the largest nobleman in the town, cannot absolve himself of the blame.
Whether he knew it or not, he had to give an explanation.
Seeing the old goat flying away, the dozen demon hunters looked at each other and began to disperse.
Among them, there was a thin, hook-nosed demon hunter who did not go home. Instead, he turned left and right and furtively walked towards an abandoned church.
The night is deep and the moonlight is dim.
There was a gloomy atmosphere in the abandoned church. The cool breeze blew through the shadowy and dilapidated building, and the dusty door frames began to creak.
Not long after, there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside the door.
The thin witcher with a hooked nose walked into the church and said into the darkness:
"Just now, there was a big battle outside the abandoned factory...Prince Christian's projection severely wounded Viscount Ackermann before disappearing."
"There is such a thing."
There was a dark figure standing on the altar in the church. He seemed a little surprised by what happened tonight.
He is a member of the underground organization Night Clowns.
However, compared with the Eternal Sect and the Shadow Singers, the Night Clown is just a new force, its strength is not as strong as those ancient underground organizations, and there is not much overlap between them.
"Okay, I understand this. Go down and continue to pay attention to Viscount Ackerman's every move. Come and report if anything happens."
"I know, that..."
"Don't worry, the benefits promised will be yours." Black Shadow said indifferently, and threw two pieces of third-level demon spirits over.
The hook-nosed demon hunter took the demonic spirit and slowly withdrew with greed and joy in his eyes.
Soon after, a three-legged crow with red eyes flew out of the skylight of the church and flew toward the east.
…………
In the east, the moonlight is dim, and light mist is drifting quietly on the top of the mountain. In the quiet valley, there is a trickling stream. On both sides of the valley, there are steep and steep peaks.
This is a small valley located 20 kilometers away from the town of Poker.
The way to the royal capital Wisteria City generally requires passing through this place.
Even if you don't go through the valley and go around to the side, it's easy to conduct surveillance here.
"Lord Yanshan, we have the latest news."
A man wearing a clown mask walks to the top of the mountain.
There was a red-eyed three-legged crow on his shoulder, holding a small note in his hand.
Yanshan, one of the leaders of the underground organization Dark Night Clown, was wrapped in a gray cloak and standing on a boulder, looking at something.
Seeing his men approaching, he turned his head, and a hoarse voice came from under the golden clown mask on his face:
"What information?"
The man said with some excitement: "A surprise happened in the town of Poker. The true identity of Baron Ruben's daughter, Alessia, is the witch of the Eternal Sect. She colluded with the demon descendants and secretly captured many civilians for blood sacrifices...
…
In the end, Prince Christian's projection seriously injured Viscount Ackermann and caused him to fall into a coma."
"..."
The news was a bit exciting, and Yan Shan was silent for a while after hearing it.
They, the night clowns, don't dare to engage in such crazy blood sacrifices. Most of the time, they are just involved in gray businesses such as drug trafficking, smuggling, kidnapping and assassination.
Compared to ancient evil underground organizations such as the Eternal Cult and the Shadowsingers, they are just a group of younger brothers.
"Okay, I get it."
Yan Shan responded in a deep voice, with a piercing murderous intent in his gray eyes under the golden mask, "This is also a good thing for us."
Seriously injured and comatose?
Haha, then he is dead this time.
Yanshan was still a little hesitant at first, feeling that the manpower and arrangements they dispatched this time were not very safe, and wanted to give up...
"Several human friends, I think you also want to deal with Viscount Ackermann. How about joining forces?"
At this time, in a forest not far away, a tall black figure squeezed through the shrubs and weeds and came out.
"who!"
Yanshan shouted sharply, and red flames as hot as lava spurted out from his hands. The aura on his body was as violent as a volcano awakening from sleep, exuding wisps of holy power.
This is not like a legendary realm, but more like some kind of totem holy body.
"My friend, don't get excited. We, the ghoul clan, just want to cooperate and eradicate our common enemy. We have no ill intentions."
The uninvited guest raised his hands to show that he was not hostile and explained patiently.
He was wearing a black robe, and under his hood, a pair of glowing red eyes and sharp teeth could be vaguely seen.
The extremely viscous dark red mist lingered on his black robe like a thin stream. It was the dark force that escaped with his breath, full of the smell of corrosion and moisture.
This is a dark archduke, from the ghoul clan!
Yanshan was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression clearly, but it could be seen from the flickering flames on his palms that he was a little confused.
He couldn't trust this ghoul prince.
At the same time, I don’t want to have too much involvement with the demon descendants.
The Dark Night Clown is actually an organization secretly controlled by several big nobles, and is specifically used to make money and engage in illegal business in order to make huge profits.
They are obsessed with making money and are focused on amassing money, and have no interest in doing anything big.
Even if you want to do it, you can't do it.
Those big figures behind the scenes will not die. He, Yanshan, is already the strongest combat power within the organization, and there are only two senior leaders with fifth-level combat power.
"This friend just killed someone. Viscount Ackermann was severely injured this time, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
The Grand Duke of Ghouls seemed very polite and persuaded.
He arrived earlier than this group of people from the underground organization, and had been staying here for a long time.
He could see that Yanshan and his men were quite capable, so he decided to win over them.
As a veteran Dark Duke, he was confident that he could defeat Viscount Ackerman, who had just entered the sanctuary, but if the opponent chose to escape, he was not confident that he would be able to keep him.
If you add the Night Clown, it will be foolproof.
Yanshan hesitated for a moment, dispersed the flames in his palms, and said in a cold and hoarse voice:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Okay, this time we will join forces to kill Viscount Ackermann, the spoils will be divided equally, and we will go our separate ways afterward."
This means that after this vote is made, we part ways.
Obviously, Yanshan doesn't want to have too much involvement with the ghoul clan.
Making money is what the leaders want. If Viscount Ackermann hadn't touched their cake and hindered them from making money, they wouldn't have bothered to kill him.
"No problem, I wish us a happy cooperation this time."
The ghoul grinned, showing sharp teeth.
Perhaps he was a little excited. On his black robe, the gray mist intertwined into twisted faces, like countless innocent souls who died tragically. Wisps of sticky dark force spilled out, corroding the ground under his feet and creating many black cracks.
A trace of fear flashed in Yanshan's eyes.
This ghoul archduke is very strong, even more powerful than him.
Even though it has been 50 years since he cultivated the Holy Body of Fire Ghost, he would probably be in trouble against this ghoul.
"In addition, there is a friend who may be coming this time. If she goes to the appointment on time, she needs to share the spoils." The Grand Duke of Ghouls added.
"who?"
Yan Shan frowned.
The more people there are, the greater the possibility of news leaks. He feels that the current manpower is completely sufficient.
The clown of light and darkness has prepared many surprises for Viscount Ackermann this time.
The ghoul archduke smiled and said:
"Human friends, don't worry, the one I'm talking about is Princess Ariel of the Vampire Tribe.
She is the daughter of the great Nightmare Lord. She has noble blood and extraordinary strength. She has become a vampire grand duke a few days ago."
The daughter of the Dark Lord?
Yanshan took a breath of air, with some shock in his eyes.
Darling, Viscount Ackermann is so bold. How dare you provoke a vampire princess with such an outrageous background?
I feel like the hatred is not as big as usual.
Otherwise, given Princess Ariel's status, she might not even bother to cooperate with the ghoul clan.
After all, in front of the vampires, the ghouls are younger brothers.
There are currently only nine major clans left in the Blood Clan, but any one of them can destroy the ghoul clan, and the Nightmare Lord is the Lord of the Blood Clan and the Remor clan.
"If it's Princess Ariel, then that's fine." Yan Shan said politely.
He didn't want to offend a vampire princess because of this, so he had no choice but to agree.
This is also a good thing. If Princess Ariel can come, they will have three fifth-level combat powers here, and this does not include their respective trump cards.
Princess Ariel alone, if she took out something given by her father, the Nightmare Lord, it wouldn't be a matter of minutes to kill Viscount Ackerman?
Yanshan was relieved to have such a powerful helper.
This wave has stabilized.
How to lose when flying dragon rides on the face?
Viscount Ackermann couldn't escape this time. Even if he wasn't injured, he would still be dead!
………
Ren didn't know that there were so many enemies who cared about him.
After returning to the tavern room, he stopped pretending, took off his dirty tattered clothes, and took a hot bath.
As for Leon, he went to Baron Ruben's house to support the old goat.
There was a fight over there.
For some unknown reason, Baron Reuben acted like a madman, summoned all the guards and servants, and without saying a word launched an attack on the old goat who just came to the door.
Ren was wearing a bathrobe and his eyes were silvery white. He stood by the window on the second floor of the tavern and looked at the manor in the north of the town.
Explosions, vibrations, flames shooting into the sky, swords flying across the sky... A fierce battle broke out in the baron's manor.
"In these troubled times, everything is really not peaceful." Renn looked at it and shook his head.
Just a year ago, the world was far less dangerous.
From "Gun Ghost" Carlos stepping into the sanctuary, to Director Carl declaring war on the demons on behalf of the Kingdom of Faloran, to the recent changes in the sky and the disappearance of the sun... the world has gradually become chaotic.
The days of peace are gone forever.
"My master, do you need me to help your friend?"
Under the moonlight, Ren's shadow suddenly squirmed, and a graceful figure emerged from the shadow and stood behind him.
The beautiful woman suddenly appeared, wearing a graceful and luxurious purple cheongsam. Under the cheongsam, her devilish figure was plump and exquisite, like a ripe peach.
Her face is flawless, her eyes are clear, and three thousand black hairs are casually draped down from her shoulders, vertically between her slender waist, and under the brocade robe, the bra is tightly tied with a pair of towering breasts, with a ravine curvature.
Her deep, flexible and delicate waist, plump buttocks, skin as white and tender as jade, and her sexy jade body with undulating curves all make people imagine her.
This is Medusa.
As soon as she appeared, she clung to Ren's body like a beautiful snake. Her long snow-white legs clamped his lower body from behind. The water snake's waist twisted with incredible toughness, allowing her head to pass under his armpits.
She wrapped a pair of snow-white arms around his neck, her delicate red lips were facing his lips, and she almost kissed him.
A normal woman would never be able to pose like this.
Her physical toughness is amazing, she is soft and boneless, exuding infinite enchantment.
Ren's eyes swept across her snow-white neck, resting on that beautiful and peerless face, and his energy and blood fluctuated a little.
A wild and enchanting temptation makes people feel a little hot all over for no reason.
He shook his head, reached out and pinched her smooth chin, and said:
"Little goblin, don't tempt your master, otherwise don't blame me for ravaging you."
"I understand, my good master."
Medusa immediately jumped off him, standing straight with her beautiful legs. She stared at the smoke in the distance and said with a smile, "Do you need me to come over?"
It's been a while since I've killed anyone, so my hands are a bit itchy.