“...... Your Majesty, have you really decided to do this?"

After a long hesitation, Viscount Latiss took the reins of Krylov III's beloved horse and followed him all the way, until he was almost in front of the door of the Chapel of the Dead, and he did not ask a question.

He had long figured out the difference between his allegiance and his previous statement, that he had wanted to recruit the Bloods into the army, only to make those who had blended into Greenland their soldiers and to fight for them as immortal......

However, Krylov III's thoughts were diametrically opposed to his - Krylov III wanted not a 'blood soldier', but a 'blood soldier'!

In addition, he wants to make other aliens living in their kingdom become 'soldiers', become soldiers to defend this country, and truly become a member of this kingdom!

In this day and age, no ruler would do this, and no ruler would dare to do so.

This era is the age of mankind, the era of the rivalry of races has passed, and the age of mankind has come since the two great empires of the Arcane Empire and the Gordon Empire stood on this continent.

No one will give up power, so now, the blood and werewolves have become the defeated dogs that everyone shouts about, the lizardmen can only lie dormant in the depths of the deep forests and swamps, the dragonmen who once liked to travel the continent gradually no longer appear outside the free city-state alliance, goblins, bears, and centaurs live in a corner, the gnomes and dwarves are divided into two branches, hiding in the Garol Mountains and the Eorl Mountains respectively, and the elves have not appeared in front of the world for a long time.

However, the Cloud Giants used their natural abilities to build buildings on top of the sea of clouds, and the Tide Giants still attack the villages and towns along the coast with the ebb and flow of the tide, and the fish-people of the inland rivers also harass humans from time to time, and the Treants are found in almost every larger forest.

Orcs will never become slaves to humans, and Mind Flayers and Dark Elves have become wandering races, roaming the continent, and bestials lurk in every corner of the continent.

Although it is now the age of mankind, the alien race still does not choose to admit defeat, because they all know that only by fighting can they achieve freedom and equality!

Krylov III was the only one who dared to take this path, and even the chief maid had not made such a change.

"Fortese, when did you become so daring?"

Krylov III walked ahead, and his laughter seemed to be endlessly heroic echoed in the silent streets: "The king should be the forerunner, but he is not like a king!"

After walking out of the Glorious Church, he was always in a good mood.

He grinned and said, "What's more, those other guys who have not yet seen are leading their country further, how can I let my kingdom fall behind others in a new era? I have an advantage that none of them have, and that is the 'Night Capital' of Greenland!"

The light of the street lamps shone in the sky, making the stars seem a little lonely, the cold streets were hardly empty, the houses on both sides had long since been turned off, and Krylov III, who walked the streets laughing, looked like a madman.

But such a madman's attitude reminded Viscount Latisse of the past.

At that time, he was not so obese, and it seemed that he met this king on the streets of the upper city on a quiet night.

And that night, just like today, there was a group of assassins waiting for his king......

This time, though, the 'Assassins' seem to be more prepared!

The 'Assassins' did not intend to hide, they stood quietly in the streets, dressed in all sorts of clothes and bathed in the moonlight.

The cold gaze fell on Krylov III and Viscount Latisse, and Viscount Latisse couldn't help but shiver, and the fat on his body trembled.

At this time, he began to complain about his former self, why not lose weight?

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" said Viscount Latis, after complaining to himself, stepping forward and shouting at the men in front of him.

Standing in their way to the Church of the Dead, was this a pre-existing plan?

No one answered Viscount Latisse's question, his voice dissipating into the wind, but he didn't feel the slightest embarrassment or annoyance, his eyes staring at the men in front of him, anxiously calculating whether Rykan would be able to defeat them all.

Krylov III suddenly smiled and asked, "You are really bold enough to besiege a king in the royal capital...... Say, why are you here?"

"King of Mankind, we had no intention of making you hostile......

A person in front of him spoke, and Krylov III's first reaction when he heard this voice was 'dry', 'extremely dry'!

It's like the first time a man has never spoken—even if he has a fluent lingua franca.

"But if you shelter our enemy, then you are our enemy!" the speaker grinned, his face suddenly stretched forward, his hair and size suddenly soared, and he opened his shirt, the placket of which was torn.

Viscount Latisse's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but clench the reins in his hand.

Many 'humans' morphed before his eyes, and then dozens of werewolves appeared before his eyes.

Even though the former goddess of the moon has long passed away, and the two priesthoods of 'Night' and 'Moon' have been obtained by a pair of sisters, the blood feud between the werewolf and the blood clan has long been difficult to erase.

After Greenland became the 'City of the Night', countless werewolves came one after another, intending to kill the inhabitants of the Bloods who lived in the city......

"As a citizen of the moon god and the god of the night, why are you here?" said Krylov III, with a long sigh.

The werewolves on the other side did not answer, and they moved their steps towards Krylov III.

"Who asked you to come?"

Viscount Latisse's palms were already drenched in sweat, but the king still did not show the slightest fear, and he interrupted the werewolves' progress with a loud shout: "You can't have mastered the spell of [Dispel Idlers], right? Who told you to deal with me?"

However, the werewolves' footsteps only stopped for a moment, and the leader's eyes were dark, but he did not intend to tell Krylov III the answer.

There is no need!

Whew—

There was a wolf howl in the city, scattered and unified, disturbing the dreams of countless people, and informing the still active Bloodclan that they were coming!

And now, for some unknown reason, they ran to Krylov III, to the king.

His dark green eyes were bloodshot, and anger erupted through the gaps between his mouths, and white heat lingered around his face.

The werewolf in the lead made a deep scar on his chest with his claws as he ran, and he raised his right arm, which was already stained red by the moonlight.

"Luna, give us divine powers!" the werewolf let out a loud roar, and from his eyes, Krylov III could only see anger, anger coming from nowhere!

At this moment, Krylov III did not feel the slightest fear, his heart was already filled with the emotion of 'sadness'.

And the last time this emotion appeared was when the two goddesses came together.

At that time, Greenland had just been dismissed as the 'City of the Night', and the two goddesses had come dressed in stars and moons, and as they spoke to him, he sensed a 'sorrow' in their pupils.

They can give him a lot of things, but only one requirement!

"Your Majesty!!" exclaimed Viscount Latisse, but the horse on which he held the reins rose to his feet, and he had to be distracted from control.

"Stop!"

With a swipe of his index finger in front of him, Krylov III pulled a scepter out of the air.

He slammed his scepter to the ground, and a crown crept into the moonlight.

The night clothed him in royal robes, the moonlight crowned him, and when he held the scepter, he was another king—

All the werewolves instantly stopped in place, as if time had stopped, and even the werewolves who had already pounced on them froze in the air, and Krylov III stood in front of them with a scepter in hand, looking at them with a blank face.

They were able to move their eyes and have their own consciousness, so they could see the king's robes, his crown, and his scepter.

"This is the 'City of the Night', and I," said Krylov III, with a deep gaze and a voice that echoed through the valleys, "is the 'Lord of the Night'!"

[Please reconcile the war between those children, there are enough senseless sacrifices......]