As Miss True Ancestor said, when she, the last True Ancestor of the vampire, is fully armed and firepower, not only in terms of strength, but even in terms of realm, she can crush the two necromantic knights who guard the door and the vampire duke who is a "blood traitor" who is high (harmonious). The four magical eyes, known as the "Eyes of Moonlight", danced in the air like living creatures, and no matter how the opponent dodged and moved, they still aimed at each other with the "pupils" of the gems. A dense barrage of non-attribute barrages roared out of those eyeballs in an airtight manner, and there was no pause or pause between the barrage, and soon a frenzied storm of magic was formed.

This may be an arcane-level ultimate, but it's still just a move. The necromantic knights were directly blasted into fragments of metal and flesh, and they were all wiped out on the spot, and the two dukes of the blood clan, perhaps because they were more comfortable with their mastery of magic power, were not directly killed. They were like a crumbling mass of dolls, covered in scabies and scratches, and they were slumped on the ground, unable to get up. The two duke-level vampire nobles looked at Miss True Ancestor, who had deprived them of all their combat power and even the ability to move and escape with just one move, as if they had seen a herbivore of an ancient beast, their eyes were full of disbelief and cringe, and they trembled.8↖ But they didn't know if it was because of fear or if they had completely lost their ability to control their nerves.

It must be explained that the reason why it is a seckill is indeed because of Miss Zhenzu's strength and energy level, which can completely crush these enemies who seem to be very strong but are actually just dragon tricks, and it is by no means that the author is lazy and doesn't want to write a few more chapters of fight scenes. This is the same as the previous time when the wind used one move to second the ring head Gitill. Of course, it was also because she suddenly used séance to call out the spear of the god of hell, which was just right to form a great restraint on Gityl. Coupled with the fact that there is a mental calculation and no intention, it has such a shocking effect of dispersing the soul with such a shocking blow. It's definitely not because the author thinks that he has to push the big boss anyway, so don't take the second boss out and steal the show, leave the scene early.

In short, we just need to know that the Necromantic Knight and the two vampire dukes were seconded by Miss True Ancestor. Of course, what really made the two Blood Clan Dukes who had been seconded but not yet hung up feel depressed was that Miss True Ancestor, who killed herself and the other two in one move, did not have any pride or smug expression, as if she had just crushed two insects.

Hurt your self-esteem, really hurt your self-esteem!

"You. You really have hidden your strength! Cyrilt pointed at Miss True Ancestor and let out a hysterical roar. The heroic face that should have been very bold was distorted at all at this time, like an addict who had come up from an addiction, or a manic patient who had just been caught by a psychiatric hospital, his eyes bulged out roundly, a piece of blood red, and the bloody mouth in his mouth showed sharp canine teeth, and there was a "ho-ho sound" like a wounded beast behind it. This handsome face is now so hideous. But it's also ridiculously ugly.

"I've never hid anything, it's just that you don't know. Kazan knows what I'm good at, Angmar knows what I'm good at, and Githil knows what I'm good at. Only you think I'm a harmless mascot, a little girl who barely survived by the kindness of the Plague King. Miss True Ancestor looked at Cyrilt condescendingly, "Look at the way you look now, how ugly you are. What a sorrow. The so-called nobles under the moon can't abandon their pride even if they die. But you still don't understand that. It's no wonder that even if you are in a high position, none of your clansmen will regard you as a true lord. Even if you follow the undead power fox fake tiger power overwhelm the dead friends, there is no exception. ”

Cyrilte felt that he had been greatly insulted. For people like him, lies and slander, no matter how ugly and harsh they are, are not painful at all, but what can really make him feel ashamed is these truths.

"Really, it's ridiculous! Who is the right for a man like you to talk to me about pride and honor? When the Holy See came, you were the first and only one to bow down to Him. For the sake of your life and power, don't you also do it to your fellow people without hesitation? Even your own brother, our last king, died under your attack! It is because of these things that the Holy See finally spared your life! Duke Viskelsen exclaimed: "Yes, we are nouveau riche without honor and pride, but in order to survive, is it a shameful thing to succumb to greater forces?" At least, at least we didn't attack our kindred, let alone slaughter our brother's entire family! ”

"Yes, you just didn't make a move against your kindred, and at that time...... Miss True Ancestor smiled sarcastically, "After the Plague King officially took over Henas, the rebellions of your kindred rose one after another, and in order to quickly establish yourself in the empire of the Raush Immortals, you quickly adapted to your role, and the methods of suppressing the rebels were even more brutal than the Necroknights and Lichs. Thanks to him, a thousand years ago, you were just two small side lineage, a small city guard officer in the Crimson City, with only two or three hundred men under your command. Now he has his own family, fiefdom and unspeakable titles. When it comes to the speed of making a fortune, even the Dimahia family of the Holy Spring royal family is beyond the reach of the dust. ”

"Yes, it is precisely because of the existence of the Holy See that we are where we are today." Cyrilt said loudly in a tone of course. He may know that he is dead, and he dares to say anything, but his tone is becoming more and more fluent. "I am a third-generation blood clan, if I follow the laws of the previous Henas Kingdom, it is impossible to become a duke no matter what, and no matter how I train myself, my growth and talent will be far inferior to that of the first and second generations of blood clans, not to mention you true ancestor adults who have a congenital blood inheritance pressure on all blood clans! The Holy See has given you the Ancestors on the High never gave me, and He is my Sovereign! ”

"I am never prepared to judge your loyalty. You know, even rats have three or four companions. It's clear that they are nesting in the gutter to keep each other warm, but they still feel that they have the world. Yawen sneered and said, "By the way, I will sue you." Not only did I kill my own brother who was a fellow mother, but I also devoured his corpse and blood essence. Otherwise. Do you think that old zombie of Kazan would believe me so simply? ”

Miss True Ancestor recounted such a chilling truth in an understated tone, and even the two dukes of the "Belt and Road Party", who were already preparing to die, couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

"You, you madman...... " Cyrilt had just muttered such a voice, but suddenly there was a flash of silver light, and the heads of him and the Viskelsen beside him had already left their necks, and the expression of fright and froze on his face froze.

“…… Does that freak you out? Sure enough, the nouveau riche is still the nouveau riche. Miss True Ancestor pulled a beautiful sword flower and put the silver thin sword back into its scabbard. She took a deep look at the two vampire dukes who were so dead that they couldn't die anymore. For the first time, the face showed not disdain, but some complicated and abrupt feelings.

No matter how much disdain and hostility there is to these unscrupulous "blood traitors" who lead the way, it must be admitted that in the last thousand years or so of Miss True Ancestor's darkest years, these vampire patriarchs who were supported by Kazan played a very important role in their lives after all. Although they knelt and licked the plague king and licked their knees, they were very deferential to their only true ancestor, and not only did they not have the slightest rudeness, but they also often came to "filial piety" in a big way. They are guarding their duties as a descendant. Humble and even a little flattering.

Of course, this is only on the surface, but behind the scenes, it is not clear. But even if both sides are hypocritical, at least on the surface, they maintain a harmonious and friendly atmosphere. An atmosphere that makes it easy for Yawen to fall into the memories of those years.

"You're right, people like me have no chance of being redeemed compared to you...... Maybe I'll see you again in Hell soon. Until that time. Let's have a good chat. This time, I hope you won't have any more embankments and concealments. She crouched down. He muttered a sigh in a language that he could barely hear, and then held out his hand. Tear off the headless corpses of the two vampire "dukes" - the family coat of arms that was established after the Plague King stayed in Henas.

When Miss Mazu stood up, the smile finally disappeared from her face for the first time. Her expression was as calm as the surface of a lake, but a fire seemed to be burning under the surface of the lake, and her eyes were as quiet as an ancient well, but there was a heavy and absolute cold glow echoing inside. At this moment, Miss True Ancestor, who maintained a cynical and bitter smile at all times, was like an ancient famous sword unearthed from the tomb where she had been buried for thousands of years. Even after more than a thousand years of darkness and mud burial, the corrosion of filth and haze, when it is unsheathed, it is still a peerless and independent murder weapon.

This time, she didn't call the door. The last True Ancestor of the Blood Clan pressed his hand on the gate that was supposed to be made of bronze, and he didn't see her make any force, but the gate seemed to have been impacted from the inside, and the metal layer on the surface suddenly cracked one after another shocking spider web-like cracks. In just a few seconds, the entire gate, which was nearly ten meters high and at least more than a meter thick, immediately fell apart into fragments of metal and stone.

"This gate is 3,000 years old, right? It's a shame. Yawen sighed and walked through the pile of wreckage, and the scene in the room changed into her eyes.

There are no changes here from the last time I visited. The hall was empty, but the map of the continent of Gaberia was painted on the floor, and the intricate and vast star map was on the ceiling. In the center of the hall are made of bones, and the tall seats are embellished with jewels and gold, and the steps below the seats alone are nearly three meters high. On the top of the seat, he sat in a black robe, but his tall figure was completely covered, and his head and face were covered by a black cloak, and he couldn't see him at all. However, when you look at it like this, it is as if you have seen a king of kings sitting in the center of the world and ruling over all nations.

"It's still a tasteless and unaesthetic bad taste." Yawen looked at the black-robed figure sitting on the chair of bones, sneered, waved her hand, and a blazing flame that rose out of thin air swept the seat and the figure on the seat into the sky-high red flames.

"Are you going to let this puppet keep going?? Every time I come to 'see' you, I know it's just a puppet, but I have to bow to it, what a disgusting experience! Counting, I'm afraid I haven't seen it for more than 100 years, right? Kazan, is that how you treat your old friend? ”

Miss True Ancestor's crisp voice echoed through the wide room, and no one responded for a long time. For a long time, the hall was filled with only her echoes and the sound of flames popping. It wasn't until the skeletal seat was completely engulfed in flames, leaving only a pile of ashes, that a faint sound finally slowly floated from the room.

“…… Heck, just old friends? Oh my dear Awen. (To be continued......)