Enough trouble!

The sound is like a bell.

Deafening.

No need to meet.

With this unique majestic voice.

All the vampires throughout the castle knew who was talking.

Fervent reverence immediately surged over the faces of many vampires at this moment.

"Lord Earl!"

"Lord Earl!"

"Lord Earl!"

The next moment.

Whether it's the vampires standing on guard.

Or a tuxedo middle-aged man with Alaire.

Even Lyman is no exception.

All of them turned around in awe, knelt down on one knee at the middle-aged man who came out of the underground passage of the ancient castle, and shouted in unison.

"The hair of the Twelve Blood Kings, bring it to me!"

Step by step, the middle-aged man with a handsome face walked towards Lyman.

"Father!" Lyman said in panic, swallowing his throat and bowing his head.

"The hair of the Twelve Blood Kings, bring it to me!"

With an expressionless face, the middle-aged man said calmly.

It's just that the momentum on his body that is not angry and self-righteous still makes the kneeling vampires feel as if they are suffocating.

"Yes, Father!" Count German repeated, and Lyman reached into his hair, pulling it out.

I saw that exactly twelve blood-red hairs were spread out on Lyman's palm.

Trembling with his trembling hand, Lyman reached over.

Although Count German was his father, he still felt a chill down his spine at this time.

Silently, he took the twelve hairs from the palm of Lyman's hand.

Count German put his finger to his lips and bit it gently.

Suddenly, blood that seemed to be much more alive than a human was pouring out.

Then wipe the twelve hairs again.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

The entire castle hall fell into a suffocating silence.

Not only can the needle drop be heard, but even the sound of each other's heartbeat and breathing are amplified countless times.

It's a pity that more than ten seconds have passed, and there is still no movement from the twelve hairs.

"All dead!"

Flick your hand lightly.

Twelve hairs scattered from Count German's hand.

He said lightly.

All dead?

If the tuxedo is middle-aged, it can't let Lyman face the reality.

Count Nagman's words were undoubtedly enough to make Lyman recognize the facts!

The Twelve Blood Kings, gone!

It's really all gone!

"Father, I-!I-!I-!"

A trembling sound came from a gurgling throat.

At this moment, Lyman's heart was filled with nothing but panic or panic.

"You don't blame you! you just made the right choice!" said Count German, who exhaled lightly, and there was no change in his expression.

"Donald!" said this, and Count German suddenly shouted in a low voice.

"Count Geman, the old slave is here!" the middle-aged man in the tuxedo who was kneeling on the ground trembled violently, and hurriedly replied in fear.

"In my name, call all the core members of the vampire clan back, and let them come back as quickly as possible!" said Count Geman.

"Yes, Count German!

Donald should fall.

With his hands waving behind Count German's back, he hurriedly stood up and rushed out.

"Father, are we—are we going to?" seemed to think of something, and Lyman breathed heavily.

"Intermediate and low-level, or even high-level vampires, I can cultivate them in batches! But the core members, this is the foundation of the vampire family, and I can't let them be buried in the hands of that Huaxia man! If nothing else, he will soon come to Sweden! Hehe-the crusade Gongzhao also has a werewolf lineage, since it is an ally, then they can't sit comfortably on the mountain and watch the tiger fight!"

At the end, Count German laughed grimly.

Without waiting for Lyman to answer.

He took several quick steps forward.

A pinch of the fingers.

Flick it at the smooth wall.

Shout-!

Suddenly, a fierce force shot out against the smooth wall.

Bang!!!

When the energy hits the wall.

A three-inch hole immediately popped out of the wall.

Meanwhile.

There was a rustling sound on the smooth wall!

It's like it's gone from being a wall to a screen connected to the Internet!

Rustle-rustle-!

Rustle-rustle-!

After a full half a minute of flickering snowflakes.

That's when the picture appeared on the wall.

"Boom, Count German, I didn't expect you to contact me since then!

wall screen.

A middle-aged man with a sven appearance smiled.

Just looking at this face, who would have thought that this is one of the four dark giants in the world?

Who would have thought that this is the wolf king who is so cruel that the whole world avoids him?

"Wolf King, is it interesting to be confused?" Count Geman shook his head and laughed disapprovingly, as the Wolf King smiled playfully.

"Indeed, it's not interesting!Count Geman, I regret what has happened to you vampires recently!, and I am saddened!" Count Geman did not speak, and the wolf king did not seem to want to enter into the subject, pretending to be mourning, but in fact, it was difficult to hide the schadenfreude that had lasted for a long time.

Don't look at the previous werewolf lineage and vampire lineage, choose the alliance Gongzhao to crusade.

But they both know that sooner or later, this line will have a day of fighting!

After all, the cake is so ordered, and it will definitely not satisfy each other's appetites.

The Alien has always been rarely involved in these resource disputes, and as for the mysterious son Mask Shura, he has rarely appeared, and his power is still a mystery to this day.

In such a situation, the four dark giants are obviously the only two of them competing for resources.

So in the end, there will always be a wave of final battle between werewolves and vampires.

Now seeing that the vampire family was greatly injured under Qin Fan's slaughter, how could he be the wolf king and be unlucky?

"Wolf King, I know what you're thinking! Think differently, I'm the same! So, I don't want to talk nonsense, if nothing else, the Huaxia people should soon find Sweden! I need you to bring someone over!" said Count Geman, with a stiff face.

"Count German, do you want to tell me you're afraid of him?" the Wolf King laughed playfully.

"It has nothing to do with whether I'm afraid of him or not, I just don't want you to be so comfortable!" Count German shook his head without concealment.

"Shall I say no?" the Wolf King's face sank, and the corners of his eyes trembled.

"Then I'll lead him to Russia, to your werewolf hinterland! The vampire clan has lost so many members, and it can't be justified that you should be safe and sound for the Allies!" said Count German, tearing his face faintly.

Hear this.

The wolf king's low face trembled a little angrily.

But it also passed away in a moment.

On the other hand, if he was the one who was now in Count German's perspective, he would have been the same.

"Hahaha-!"

The face that was still angry a moment ago suddenly smiled, and the wolf king said, "Okay! I will immediately take my cronies to Sweden to meet you!"

(End of chapter)