If you are familiar with Yawen? The people of Moonlight must have been very surprised to see her now. In everyone's impression, this only remaining True Ancestor Miss of the Blood Clan is actually a person who pays great attention to the enjoyment of life. Even when she went out to fight, she always wore a luxurious dress with a purple and black theme, and brought all kinds of decorative jewelry and small accessories. In addition, a team of 30 maids, cooks and retinues were brought with them, and a variety of dresses and casual clothes, as well as various jewelry and cosmetics, could fill several large carriages.

She is the only true ancestor of the Blood Clan, and the only natural candidate who has the ability and identity to gather all the remaining blood forces to resist the Plague King, but perhaps this is how the Plague King seems to have regarded her as a mascot that can only be used to sell cuteness, and has never taken her potential threat to heart. It seems that the so-called "self-defilement" is a miracle technique that is very useful in any era and any race.

At this time, Miss Zhenzu was still wearing the same purple dress with gorgeous lace, under the knee-length skirt, black stockings tightly wrapped her slender legs, and under her feet were a pair of milky white boots, looking like a young lady who was about to go to the ball. If that's all there is, that's Miss Yawen's usual dress, and of course it's not surprising to everyone. In fact, Miss True Ancestor appears to be wearing her favorite purple-black dress, but her shoulders, knees, elbows, and lower abdomen and neck are adorned with orbs of various colors, shimmering with magic. The orbs are connected by intricate luminous patterns.

Those with a little magical vision can see that the link between the light pattern and the glowing orb forms a very subtle and efficient energy gathering and protection circle. It was as if Miss True Ancestor's whole person was wrapped in armor composed of magical light.

Where is this dress, it is clearly a robe with exquisite workmanship and ingenious design. And judging from the faint magic power, it is definitely a saint-level treasure that all major forces will definitely gravitate towards.

Besides. Miss Awen wore a white moonlight-like breastplate on her chest, which fit perfectly with her flat body that was between a girl and Lori. The cuirass is carved with the image of a goddess holding a bow and arrow, wearing armor, riding a stag and dragging a chariot, majestic and moving, which is the image of Diana, the goddess of the moon and the hunt. The halo of magic slid across the silver-white armor surface, like moonlight flowing on the surface of a metal lake, warm and soft, yet solemn and solemn. Sanctity and inviolability.

At this time, Miss Zhenzu was holding a staff in the shape of a crescent moon in one hand, and a black sword at her waist. There were four fist-sized orbs like eyeballs floating beside her. The "eye sockets" present brown, green, red, and blue eyes, which should be made of expensive magic alloys, and the "eye kernels" present a bright silver light, like water waves, showing sparkling ripples, but when the "water waves" are overturned, they sometimes reveal the same color as the "eye sockets". "Eyeballs" made of huge magic gemstones. Although they were dead creatures made of precious stones, those "eyeballs" always seemed to be alive, staring ahead, angry or charming. or sneering or resenting, smiling but not laughing, even more complex than the feelings that most living people can express. Just a glance. It's as if you're about to be taken into a world of nothingness by those eyes, which makes people's hearts palpitate.

If Miss True Ancestor in Diana armor was on the ship, she still seemed to be a positive figure. But with the four evil and awe-inspiring "eyeballs" around him, it really has the aura of a big villain.

All in all. Miss Zhenzu's full armor still looks gorgeous, matching her own cute image, and with the smile on her face, it always gives people the feeling that she is going to a masquerade ball or a carnival. Similarly, the last true ancestor of the blood clan also walked in the underground palace with an unhurried movement as if he was going to a masquerade ball. The aisles she walked in were wide and magnificent, almost wider than the city arteries around Crimson City on the ground. The delicate patterns painted on the reliefs on the walls and ceilings on both sides are still intact and exquisite, although they can be seen at a glance as ancient works of art.

The relief is actually painted from the period of the Sammanchar Empire, as well as the period of the Crimson Empire of the Blood Clan. If you go from the beginning to the end, from the beginning of the "Birth of the Red King" to the last pair of "Plague Disaster", if you finish reading the relief scrolls with more than 2,000 pairs, the magnificent history of more than 10,000 years will also be engraved in your heart.

The elves are a people who pay great attention to history and tradition, and the Sammanshire, who are greatly influenced by the elven civilization and are known as the "closest human beings to the elves", also have such good habits.

Awen walked slowly like this, occasionally stopping in front of a relief that she cared about, or looking sideways in contemplation, or sighing. It is as if she is a visitor who has been fully immersed in history, speaking with the spirits and minds of her own spirits and ideas, through these great art galleries, and with the souls of her ancient ancestors.

When Tong Guò had a picture scroll called "Bloody Prayer", Miss Mazu suddenly quickened her pace. For her, the history that happened after that was not only history, but also the life she had experienced.

"I've lived long enough." Awen stopped in front of the final relief "Plague Scourge", her scarlet eyes with an indescribable smile, but there was a flash of fleeting absoluteness. She had reached the end of the corridor, but in front of her was a thick metal gate.

"You can't go any further, Your Highness Awen. Further on, there is the retreat of the Holy See. "Guarding the door are two necromantic knights. They each stood on either side of the door with a tower shield almost taller than Yawen herself, like two steel statues. Their armor is much more ornate than that of the average Necro Knight, and they can also emit magical light flowing on the surface of the metal.

"More than a thousand years ago, it was the retreat of the Scarlet Kings. Does he really think of himself as the master here? Yawen showed an indifferent smile, as if she was sneering. But at first glance, it sounds like a joke.

The two Necro Knights looked at each other with a look of "I don't know what to say." So let's not say anything." Anyway, similar to such a complaint with the suspicion of "great rebellion", Miss Zhenzu has said it many times. But he spit out a hundred times without any actual action. It can only show that you are a leader of jy and dissidents, and naturally there is no constructive significance in the country and the people, and of course there is no practical danger.

"There's something wrong with the dark canopy. Don't you know? Yawen continued.

The Necromantic Knights couldn't help but be stunned. As powerful undead lords, the existence of the Dark Sky is almost directly related to their life and death and fate, and of course they will be very familiar with the changes in the leylines and breath brought about by their operation. Once the dark canopy stops running, for these necromantic knights who have been living in the "comfortable" poisonous gas and "warm" black fog "after death", they will be like babies who have had their pacifiers removed, and they will feel uncomfortable. Of course, you won't be unaware.

"Our task is not to let anyone disturb the retreat of the Holy See. As for the rest, it is naturally the other colleagues who will deal with it......"

"Once the dark canopy falls, the coalition forces of the Federation and the elves will be able to arrive in an instant, and maybe there will be dragon knights with them." The strange smile on Yawen's face became even more obvious: "Even the Holy See who is in retreat may be in danger, and it is really touching that you are still so dedicated to your duties without seriously thinking about the future." ”

"Your Highness, please be careful!" The Necromantic Knights finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted a loud stop. To know. It's one thing to complain, it's another thing to slander the king. This is almost the same as the reaction of exposure, or the necromantic knights are trying to restrain themselves in the face of a big man like Yawen, if they are replaced by ordinary blood clan juniors. I'm afraid I've already copied the knife. The necromantic lords have always had a way of ruling the blood nobles, and for big people with status and prestige, such as Yawen, the superficial goodwill and the suppression behind the scenes go hand in hand. For ordinary people, it is definitely a mistake to kill.

"If you have something to do with the Holy See. Please come back another day. The Holy See has no last resort, no matter how big or small it is. Everything is under his control, and if something happens, he will naturally tell us to inform you. "The other Necro Knight is hard-hearted.

"Of course I'm looking for something to do with him......"

"She has betrayed, she has come to murder the Holy See!" A voice rang out in the passage behind Awen. The two necromantic knights were slightly stunned, then hurriedly sank down, set up their shields, and drew their war hammers and one-handed swords respectively.

"Oh, this is not the Duke of Cyrilt of the Haocoon family...... And also, Duke Viskelsen of the Valya family? Yawen turned around and looked at the two vampire patriarchs who appeared from behind her. They are all male vampires, one of them has a handsome face, a muscular posture, except for a slightly pale face, red eyes, and can directly play the protagonist in the hero drama on the stage without makeup, wearing blood-style soft scale armor, wearing a swallowtail cloak, and carrying a rune sword. The other was the typical vampire-feminine man, clad in robes and leather armor, holding a staff and a scimitar in his hands.

"I see that your bloodline, the man named Rin, and another bloodline, are besieging the Ringhead Master. The dark, dark canopy must have been destroyed by them! Cyrilt, with a "hero's face," said loudly.

That's a faux pas. Is that the modern-day King of the Night, Yagomi? Miss Hayat; The other is the famous little Belencaster, the biggest nightmare of the Undead Empire in recent years. I don't have the right to let such a genius come to be my bloodline. Miss True Ancestor said with a smile.

“…… Your Highness, Your Highness, are you really, really betrayal? The Duke of the Blood Clan named Viskelsen, as if he had finally believed in the fact that Yawen had "rebelled", showed a sad expression, his lips trembled for a moment, and then he spoke tremblingly, looking like he had been hit hard.

"I have never betrayed anyone from the beginning, unlike you. Also, stop acting, Viskelson, your acting is disgustingly artificial, not artistic. Yawen turned her head and looked at the two blood clan patriarchs with disdain as if she was looking at cockroaches and maggots: "But, Syrilt, since you saw the old man Gitil who was being besieged, why didn't you go to help?" ”

"This, this ......"

"Oh, you're still like this, doing big things and sparing your life, forgetting your righteousness when you see Xiaoli, after all, you're just a second-class person, and you can just make a good pair of friends with the sissy over there with pretentious acting. Speaking of which, the Harleincht family doesn't seem to be with you, right? Now, a thousand years later, is he ready to get off the ship again, worthy of the old-school aristocracy? The faithful Savior is an upstart like the two of you. However, have the two dukes forgotten? Only I, the True Ancestor, are the only ones in the entire Bloodline who are qualified to come here to meet Kazan, and you have now appeared. According to the law of the plague king, this is a crime with bad intentions, and it can be punished with murder.

The faces of the two vampire nobles were blue and black, as if they had been fed a fly.

"You're in such a hurry to show your loyalty, for fear you're a step too late, but you still don't even have a chance to meet Kazan. You must also hand over more than ten people every year to make alchemy for the lichs every year. Is it really meaningful to live like a dog like this? ”

"You...... It's too late for you to turn back! Follow, with us to the Holy See, be merciful to Him and forgive your mistakes! Although he was ridiculed by the other party as "pretentious" for his acting skills, the Duke of the Harincht family still tried his best to persuade Miss True Ancestor, not because of how deep his feelings were for Yawen, the True Ancestor, but because he was worried that the other party's rebellion would affect the entire blood clan...... Most importantly, it will affect him personally.

"The stupid and cowardly rats who have been swallowed have no need to communicate at all." Miss True Ancestor didn't look at the two "loyal" vampire "dukes" again, she raised her staff and shouted at the two dumbfounded, perhaps unsettled necromantic knights, "Two cowardly nouveau riche rats, and two lowly puppets, are not qualified to stop me at all. If you have a little bit of wildlife-level intelligence to seek advantages and avoid harm, you should choose the head of the rat skewer! ”

"Do you hear that? Kazan! Don't hide in there and keep quiet, I know you're inside! You have the ability to grab the land, why don't you have the ability to open the door! Open the door! Old Zombie! (To be continued......)