Lin Xitang did not avoid this issue, "The identity of hunter and prey can be reversed at any time on the battlefield. This is not worth talking about."
Habbs nodded, "That's right, it's a waste of time to talk about those idiots." He suddenly smiled and sighed: "Lin, you are cruel to us descendants of the Holy Blood, but you are even more cruel to yourself. Remember
The last time you set up a trap to kill me was when you were annihilating the Lost Paradise No. 3 Research Institute of the Eternal Night Council. The bait that time was one of your sons. I heard that he was unlucky and died in battle."
Lin Xitang's calm face suddenly broke, and a look like pain or something else flashed across his deep and clear eyes. His voice was as low as a whisper, "War means sacrifice, no matter who it is, including myself." This sentence said
After that, he seemed to have no intention of continuing the conversation with Habs, and turned around to leave.
"Lin..." Habbs stopped him and suddenly stretched out his right hand. There was no fluctuation of force in the air, but a strand of silver hair beside Lin Xitang's left ear rose and fell as if blown by the wind.
Suddenly the surroundings flickered with light and darkness, and the distant sky turned dark blue at some point, with nebulae scattered all over it. This density can only be seen when one is extremely close to the planetary belt at the top of the world.
The changes in the celestial phenomena disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the sky returned to normal. However, the atmosphere suddenly became tense between the two camps facing each other across hundreds of kilometers of bottomless whirlpool. The phenomenon just now was familiar to most people, and it was Lin Xitang's domain.
"Star Escape".
The eyes of many powerful men all turned to him, and then they turned to doubts. For some reason, Lin Xitang released his domain, but there was no movement from Grand Duke Habsburg. This did not seem like a conflict between the two.
Habbs seemed unaware of the changes outside him. He just looked at Lin Xitang's silver hair that had been blown away. There were a few wisps of light gray under the snow-like hair, exuding a lifeless and heavy life. "You are still injured.
No, if you can’t be promoted to Heavenly King, you will fall within ten years.”
Lin Xitang had returned to his usual calm at this moment. He stood sideways and did not turn to look at Habs. He only said lightly: "For the human race, ten years is not a short time. You can do a lot of things."
Habbs smiled, and the palm of his outstretched right hand was slightly turned upward, revealing a bright red light. "Here you go."
It was a drop of blood that was too bright to be described in words. The color was so bright that it was even a bit dazzling, as if it contained the most intense life. The blood drop was surrounded by a layer of black smoke, which was constantly surging and expanding. However, if you look closely,
Go and you will find that the smoke is actually clusters of black flames!
"What I control is the darkest flame in the world. No matter the eternal night or the dawn, there is no power to completely extinguish it. Therefore, I am the only one who can cure your injury."
Lin Xitang finally glanced at Habs and said calmly: "No need."
"I have no intention of asking you for any quid pro quo."
"I know, but no need."
"I guess you would say that, but it's still very uncomfortable to hear it with my own ears."
Lin Xitang turned around and took a step, and his figure was more than ten meters away. However, before he took the second step, he heard a sigh in his ears, and then a huge pressure spread to the surroundings. The pressure was not hostile at all.
There is no murderous intent, but it is grand and long-lasting, as if it has been tempered by countless years.
"Lin, my rank is already that of a prince, but I haven't been crowned yet."
Even with Lin Xitang's determination, he was shocked by this news. He turned around suddenly and saw that the bright red light of the blood drop, which originally did not leave the range of Habbs' palm, was now slowly expanding outward.
In the blood light, Habbs' ordinary face suddenly took on a layer of majesty, and an extremely powerful aura spread over the maelstrom, piercing the void and spreading further into the depths of the world.
Countless flowing fires were generated from nothingness, like a waterfall, washing Habs's body from head to toe, much like the dark baptism that every dark race must participate in when they reach adulthood. It's just that the baptism is the condensation of the dark force, and these
Each cluster of flowing fire is a blazing black flame, and the core is a drop of blood.
The flowing fire became more and more dense, and Habbs's figure could hardly be seen in the intertwined red and black light. Only his silent face was looming. Suddenly, all the falling flowing fire swept up and condensed into a crown of flames in the air.
Slowly falling on the black hair of the head of the Spock clan!
Habbs's eyes slowly opened, and his blood was full of energy, as if a long river of blood was flowing.
At this moment, every vampire with a title heard the call from the depths of the bloodline. Most of them didn't understand the meaning, and could only feel the joy of the holy blood. But those big figures above the deputy duke level were all confused.
Standing solemnly, their wills all reflected the same picture at this moment.
The dark artery, the source of the blood clan, the long river of holy blood, the fifth blood mark is relit, it is a crown of fire.
The strong men on the empire's side quickly approached Habus when he released his coercion, and then stopped. Naturally, the strong men could sense that the other party had no intention of fighting. If they approached rashly, they would start a fight.
, Moreover, Lin Xitang's position is too close to the center of pressure, so he will bear the brunt of the conflict.
Duke Wei said hesitantly: "Is this... the coronation of the blood prince?" He was the oldest among the people, but he was not sure. The human race has the deepest understanding of the blood race among the dark races, but the coronation of the blood prince even in the blood race society
Just a legend.
A hoarse voice sounded like metal friction. It was another older general among the people present. "The vampires are only demonstrating. Lin Shuai is not in danger. Let's not get close yet."
Luo Mingji and Lin Xitang, who have been colleagues for many years, hesitated a little, "Why..."
The god general with a hoarse voice said: "The blood race is not just demonstrating against us. The biggest headache for a crowned blood prince is the dark race itself, especially the demon descendants. Look at the three great wizards of the Eternal Night Council over there, they
No happier than we are.”
Luo Mingji looked across and saw that all the dark warriors belonging to the blood clan were kneeling on one knee, expressing their surrender and respect to the blood prince in front of them.
The werewolves and the spider demons gathered together, at least maintaining a respectful posture. The bodies of the three great demon wizards were shaking a little, as if they were whispering to each other a moment ago. One of them hurriedly pulled up the hood that had fallen under his ears, revealing half of the old and withered
His face was covered again, this small action was enough to confirm the suspicion of the imperial general.
"What does the coronation of the Blood Prince mean?" Luo Mingji's question was also what all the powerful empire men present wanted to know.
Princes are a special rank in the dark world. They are not yet kings, but they will have at least one special ability with the power of a king. For example, the devil prince is definitely not something ordinary gods can compete with. So the prince of darkness and the darkness
The number of great kings is also rare. There are not many blood princes, and most of them are sleeping. But at least in the thousand years since the rise of the human race, the blood clan has not produced a single crowned blood prince.
It can be seen that the Spike clan, one of the twelve ancient clans of the Blood Clan, not only promoted the grand duke to the prince, but also directly crowned him, which is no less significant than the emergence of the fifth king in the Great Qin Empire. This will not only have an impact on Yong Ye and the pattern of the empire
, the shock among the four major races in the dark world and within the Eternal Night Parliament may be greater.
"The crowned Blood Prince can compete with the Dark Lord." Lin Xitang's voice was still cold and calm. He appeared in front of everyone in a flash. This news made the strong men of the empire look even heavier.
"As for other influences, they cannot be concealed anyway. The news from Yongye should be known in a day or two." Lin Xitang turned to the hoarse-voiced general and said: "While the Yongye Council has not yet expressed any attitude,
We immediately sent people into the bottomless whirlpool to investigate the situation to determine what to do next. What do you think, Admiral Li?"
"It's just as Marshal Lin said." Admiral Li Fangqing nodded without any objection. He commanded the military police and was sent to Yongye for inspection during the latter stages of the bloody battle. However, Lin Xitang's strategy ranked first among the marshals, even though he was present
When asked, he didn't mean to point fingers.
At this moment, Qianye, who was running at high speed in the wilderness, suddenly felt his heart throb. As soon as he stopped, his whole body was shaken. The original wings suddenly opened on their own, and the golden wings of light rushed out of his back and stretched to their maximum in the air. Black
The book emerged from the depths of consciousness at the same time, stood up, and opened flat.
Qianye felt that his vision went dark, the surrounding wilderness seemed to disappear, and his consciousness fell into a void somewhere.
The huge black book was spread out in front of him, with a thick layer of blood on it, like a flowing river. He saw a drop of blood emerging from nothingness, falling into the long river, causing ripples in circles, and forming ten lines wherever it passed.
Three marks.
However, Qianye soon realized that something was wrong. Only twelve marks appeared in the end, and the position of thirteen was empty. His consciousness slowly swept over each mark, and found that the patterns were so clear that they seemed to be right in front of him.
See clearly the meaning of every mysterious line.
The first one is a slowly opening rose, with a golden snake head protruding from the flower core. This mark is the brightest. The second one is a mandala, and the color changes with each layer of petals. The third one is open.
A peacock, with golden flames burning on its green wings. The fourth one is a gorgeous castle with an ancient atmosphere, with black thorns climbing all over the walls and spitting out small black flowers.
The fifth one was a burning flame, slowly outlining a crown. At this moment, Qianye suddenly discovered that not all of the twelve marks were bright, half of them were dim, and the fifth mark in front of him was slowly
light up.
The ripples of the bloody river have not subsided, and the water surface has become more and more undulating. Qianye has a strange feeling that this river is alive, and it is cheering and joyful.
The moment he touched the blood river's will, Qianye suddenly understood the meaning of the scene he saw in front of him.
That is the racial origin of the Vampire Clan, the first drop of blood, the source of all Vampire Clan bloodlines. When it drips, the ripples condense into thirteen blood marks, forming thirteen second-generation ancestors and creating branches of thirteen ancient clans.
At this time, the mark of the Crown of Fire was completely lit, and a distant call came out that seemed to come from ancient times. Dozens of extremely powerful wills from all over the Blood River began to resonate, and then formed a violent wave that swept the world.
Qianye's consciousness was suddenly pushed out of that world by this unparalleled blood tide. He opened his eyes in a daze, and the blood in his field of vision had not completely faded, and then a figure was reflected.
Song Zining was standing dozens of meters away, watching him with a solemn expression.
PS: I just got off the plane, so I haven’t added any updates today. I’ll try to write more over the weekend.