On the Twilight Continent, the battle under Middle Castle was in the ascendant. Although Qianye had commanded troops, he was not familiar with the war pattern within the Yongye race, so he looked at Nighteye.
Nighteye had been looking at the battlefield and said: "Let's go to Middle Castle first and see how Howard is doing."
"Okay." Qianye jumped up with Ye Tong and disappeared in the air instantly.
The interior of Middle Castle was in chaos, with a vampire running back and forth. There was a strong man with a title at each important passage to maintain order, so as to prevent the order in the castle from collapsing.
Deep inside the castle, already in the middle of the mountain peak, you can still feel constant vibrations. It is the cannons of the parliamentary warships being bombarded.
Outside the main hall at the deepest part of the mountain, rows of viscounts were sitting against the wall, stretching out their arms and watching drops of blood flow out of their wrists and fall into the golden cup.
Whenever the gold cup is full, someone will come to take it away and pour it into the rock pool in the center of the hall. The rock pool is only half filled with blood at the moment, and there is a small group of blood essence shining with blood.
An old Duke stood by the rock pool, his face full of anxiety, and he kept saying: "Not enough, not enough! Find a way to get more source blood! With only this, His Highness the Prince will not be able to wake up in a complete state!"
A baron next to him reminded: "Sir, all the strong men in the clan who can be mobilized are here, and the rest of your Excellencies are fighting on the front line. Once they are mobilized, I am afraid that the enemy will rush in immediately."
"Your Highness the Prince must wake up!" The old Duke gritted his teeth, pulled out the blood-sucking blade, and stabbed himself in the chest.
From the deepest part of the hall, inside the heavy iron door, beast-like panting and low roars could be heard. It was obvious that Dark Gospel Howard had woken up and was recovering. However, the offensive outside was getting fiercer and fiercer, and he might not be able to wait until Howard fully recovered.
The last line of defense will be breached.
The old Duke pulled out the blood-sucking blade, and several bits of blood fell into the rock pool. With the addition of the Duke's blood, the mass of essence blood in the center of the blood suddenly spit out bloody flames and rolled violently.
"More blood is needed! Why hasn't the person who took the blood come back yet?" the old Duke shouted.
Following his roar, a count ran in from outside the palace. Seeing his empty hands, the old duke's expression suddenly changed.
The earl looked a little dull and said: "The blood in the spare blood pool has been mixed with blood poison."
"What?!" The old Duke could hardly believe his ears.
He grabbed the count's collar, lifted him up, and roared almost against the tip of the count's nose: "Those people are qualified to access the reserve blood pool. They are all direct blood descendants. Who will be in the blood pool?"
Poisoned? Which blood pool was poisoned?"
The earl gritted his teeth and said: "All of them!"
The old Duke's body shook for a while, his breath dropped sharply, and he loosened his hand and dropped the Earl to the ground. The Earl hurriedly supported the old Duke, and then he discovered the incision at the old Duke's blood core. He quickly took out the square towel, covered the wound, and then
Release the power of blood to try to relieve the wound.
The old Duke had just lost a large amount of source blood and was extremely weak at the moment. He was so frightened and angry that he could not even stand still. The old Duke struggled and said: "So, it is a direct blood descendant of my family who was poisoned in the blood pool.
Poison? They, why do they do this? What benefit can it have to them if Bai En annihilates the clan?!"
"Maybe it's not them," the count said.
"Huh? Why, you say."
"Half a month ago, Marquis Bernier of the Paz clan came to visit. He said that he planned to build an ancient-style blood pool in his castle and wanted to refer to our blood pool design. At that time, he went to see our
Spare blood pool."
"Paz clan? Are you sure?"
"It's the Marquis of Glory Bernie himself. As you know, the Marquis's wife is a direct descendant of His Majesty Medanzo. What he wants to see is just a less important reserve blood pool. We cannot refuse such a request."
The old Duke's face was solemn, his hands were shaking slightly, and he said to himself: "It's best not to be him."
The count dared not speak.
The old Duke glanced deep into the hall and said resolutely: "Take me to the Ancient Hall! I want to contact Her Majesty the Queen!"
The earl was startled and said: "Your Highness will wake up soon. Is this necessary? And with your current body, it will be difficult to successfully contact Her Majesty the Queen."
"We must tell Her Majesty the Queen what happened here immediately before Your Highness wakes up!" The old Duke insisted. Seeing that the Earl was still hesitant, he said: "Even if the backup blood pool was done by Bernier, then Your Highness is just
In Qianmian, why is there not enough blood in the blood pool?"
The earl could not help but shudder. Prince Howard had just woken up not long ago. Logically speaking, all the devices should have been maintained. The earl looked at the staggering figure of the old duke, helplessly helped him out of the mountain hall, and said to
Walk to the top floor of the castle.
As soon as I left the main hall, I immediately felt the continuous explosions. Sand and gravel fell from the top of the corridor, and even the structure was crumbling. From the windows on one side of the corridor, you could see the silhouettes of countless giant ships lingering in the sky.
, constantly pouring down flowing fire.
Inside the castle, there were countless force bombs and crossbow arrows dragging light into the night sky. Occasionally, an aerial ship would burn and fall to the earth, but more aerial ships were coming in a steady stream.
Suddenly a shadow fell in the sky, and the old Duke's expression changed, and he took a few steps back. Hearing a roar, a steel troop transport cabin fell from the sky and crashed directly into the passage. As the hatch opened, more than ten elite soldiers of the parliament opened
They rushed out and killed the old duke when they saw him.
"How presumptuous!" The old Duke was furious. He pushed away the Count who was about to draw his sword and went to meet him.
These parliamentary warriors are nothing more than knights. Although their sophisticated equipment and exclusive combat skills allow them to face the baron head-on without falling behind, in front of a real duke, even a collapsed duke, there is no difference between knights and viscounts. They are all the same.
One palm can kill him.
The old Duke took a step forward, and several light ribbons appeared from the blood-sucking blade in his hand, which instantly circled the bodies of each parliamentary soldier for several weeks. The light ribbons dissipated, and the bodies of those parliamentary warriors suddenly broke into several pieces.
The old Duke passed through the corpses of the parliamentary soldiers and came to the troop transport cabin. With a hard push, he opened the troop transport cabin weighing dozens of tons, revealing the entrance to the passage. He quickened his pace and quickly passed through the passage.
The top floor of the castle.
The battle on the top floor became more intense. Troop transport cabins fell one after another, causing the spire of the castle to collapse. There were battles everywhere, and the vampire warriors relied on the favorable terrain to hold on. The count saw that the old duke no longer needed support, so he simply joined the battle.
Cut a path for the old Duke.
The old Duke walked straight through the battlefield, ran through a corridor that was still in peace, and came to the door of a main hall on the side. He suddenly saw the door of the hall half open and couldn't help being surprised.
He rushed into the hall and saw a man and a woman standing in front of the altar used to communicate with the Queen's Hall. He couldn't help being frightened and angry, and rushed forward, stabbing the man in the back with the blood-sucking blade. However, the man's figure flashed and suddenly appeared in the hall.
Beside the old Duke, he firmly held the old Duke's wrist. The old Duke didn't even see the whole process clearly!
The old Duke struggled hard, but the hand holding the knife did not move at all. The opponent's power was far greater than his own. Although he had just lost his source blood and his strength was greatly reduced, he knew that even in his prime, he was no match for that person.
At this time, the woman turned around, and the old Duke was surprised at first, then ecstatically said, "Your Majesty Nighteye!"
Ye Tong glanced at him and said: "Qianye, let it go. This is Duke Luo Lin, a direct descendant of Howard. The affairs of the Byrne clan are usually managed by him."
Qianye nodded and let go of his hand, and the old Duke was free. He looked at Qianye, with fear and joy in his eyes, and said: "It turns out to be Qianye... His Highness."
It's a bit awkward to call Qianye. Qianye is obviously not a prince yet, but he just made a random move and showed a terrifying strength that is far beyond that of an ordinary duke. Moreover, the duke has heard about the battle in the Black Sun Valley. The name "Your Highness" is not
Too much.
Ye Tong said: "Why was the contact altar here also destroyed?"
The old Duke was startled and lost his voice: "What? This is the most heavily guarded place on the top floor. The Parliament has never attacked here at all. How is this possible?"
Ye Tong gave way to the side, and the old Duke rushed to the altar, his heart suddenly cold.
On the console, the stone basin containing blood had a few subtle cracks on the bottom that were difficult to detect. Although these cracks were small, they had completely destroyed the Force array in the stone basin.
The stone basin is the core device of the entire communication facility. It has the functions of detecting blood matching, absorbing blood, driving the altar, and communicating with the Queen's Hall. Destroying the stone basin is equivalent to paralyzing the entire communication device. And if you want to repair it,
But it's not that easy.
The old Duke suddenly became furious and shouted: "Who is it?! Who is it?"
The Duke's roar echoed throughout the upper floors of the castle, even overpowering the explosions and shouts of death. However, his anger did not scare away the enemy, but instead led the war to this side, and several strong members of the parliament outside had to shake off
The vampire warriors in front of them began to look for a way to attack here.
Nighteye quickly said: "It seems that the core of the demon is to block the news and prevent Lilith from knowing it. It doesn't matter if this place is destroyed, Howard can contact her directly."
At this time, the old Duke said: "His Royal Highness has not fully recovered yet. Our backup blood pool has been contaminated by blood poison. There is not enough blood for His Highness to recover quickly. Since this place has been destroyed, I will go back and fight for some for His Highness."
Time to recover.”
Qianye said: "Okay, go ahead. We still have to go to the Paz clan."
After saying that, he pulled Ye Tong, and his figure slowly disappeared.
"You..." The old Duke didn't expect that Qianye and Ye Tong left just as they said, with no intention of staying to defend themselves against the powerful enemy. His face changed from surprise to calmness, and he said to himself: "That's right, we obviously can't win.
Who will stay in the battle?"
He looked outside and saw that there were more aerospace ships lingering in the sky, while the firepower of the ground response began to become thinner. The huge transport ships kept dropping troop transport cabins one after another. Wherever the troop transport cabins were dropped, they would explode.
Fierce fighting.
At this time, there was no need to keep any special passage secret. The old Duke ran down the side of the castle and penetrated the floor of a hall on the way. He ran directly back to the main hall on the mountainside and ordered someone to fetch a full set of weapons and a glass of blood wine at the entrance of the main hall.
A chair was placed. He sat on the chair, raised his glass and drank slowly, waiting for the enemy who was bound to come.
The battle was still breaking out in every corner of the castle, and it seemed that they would not be able to reach the main hall on the mountain for a while. But the old Duke suddenly felt that the whole hall seemed to have become a little darker. He stretched out his hand to rub his eyes and looked around hard, and suddenly found that he didn't know what was in front of him.
There was an extra dark color.
It was a deep darkness, and no light could penetrate or escape from it. In the ever-changing darkness, there was a deep and shuddering aura of terror. Even the old Duke could not help but start shaking the cup.
Trembling.
"Luo Lin, the last time we met was eighty years ago. How come so little time has passed and you are already so weak?"
The old Duke stood up, his face full of bitterness and despair. The golden cup in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, and the blood and wine spilled all over the ground. He said: "Palokia, it's you! You actually go out to fight in person, it's really amazing