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A blood moon hangs in the sky at the deepest part of the blood region. Right below the blood moon is a quaint and gloomy castle. The walls of the castle are covered with dark green plants. It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, but the inside of the castle Gorgeous and extravagant, the scarlet carpet covered the entire corridor, and precious gold and gemstones were everywhere like ordinary stones on the street.

The Vanjo clan has been the leader of the entire blood clan since the time of the gods. After the gods left, War Machine Bruch took away part of their rights, but even if the rights were divided, the status of the Vanjo clan in the blood clan could not be shaken.

In the gorgeous but too empty castle, there are only two red-haired women with coquettish looks sitting at the head and tail of a dining table that can accommodate dozens of people. The two look similar, but the woman sitting at the top There are not many expressions on the face, and the meticulous appearance looks a little serious.

Samantha's back was straight, her long red hair hung down around her collarbone, and a few strands hung on the armrest of the chair. She quietly listened to the complaints of a handsome short-haired vampire standing at the dining table, but her gaze was It has been placed on the opposite side of Elvira.

Elvira lowered her head and fiddled with the glass in her hand, looking uninterested, which made Samantha, who knew her sister's personality very well, frowned indistinctly.

The short-haired vampire didn't realize that Samantha's attention was not on him, and still complained angrily, "My lord, those protoss don't care about us now, they are even worse than the dragons in the temple. Be hateful."

"It's all because of the two traitors, Le Sendou and Thorn Midao, who gave the protoss confidence and made them feel that they can challenge the majesty of the great blood race." The short-haired blood race became more and more excited, "Master, we must teach you a lesson Teach them a lesson."

Being tricked one after another by the protoss, the anger of the short-haired vampires against the dragon and McAvey was successfully transferred to them. He even forgot the initial target of the blood coffin, and he just wanted to teach these lawless aliens a lesson.

Samantha glanced at the short-haired vampire, her indifferent eyes successfully calmed his anger gradually, he consciously kept quiet and then lowered his head anxiously.

Samantha moved her hand on the table, and the blood-red mist sent out the short-haired vampire, and the castle returned to calm.

The short-haired vampire's accusation and "leaving" didn't get Elvira's attention. After waiting for a while, Samantha saw that Elvira still had no intention of speaking, so she couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." Elvira put the glass on the table, looked up at Samantha, and said casually, "When can I go back to sleep in the coffin?"

Samantha was silent for a while, then frowned and said, "Don't you have anything to say about the Protoss?"

"Yes." Elvira chuckled, "But it's definitely not what you want to hear."

Samantha didn't speak, but just signaled her to speak directly with her eyes.

Elvira's eyes drooped slightly, and it took a while before she spoke lightly, "The Protoss has developed to a level that will surprise you, don't underestimate the aliens on the Staru Continent."

"Do you think we will lose to them?"

Elvira shrugged, "It's not impossible." The Protoss has already taken down the Temple of Light, who knows what trick this woman Cynthia has prepared.

But no matter whether she got anything from the Temple of Light, at this moment, if she allowed her people to provoke the blood race, she must be ready to fight the blood race.

And Elvira also knew that Cynthia would never fight an uncertain battle.

Samantha looked at her for a while, and looked away expressionlessly. Although she didn't say anything, she looked like she had begun to pay attention to the Protoss.

Cynthia didn't know that the eyes of the vampires had finally focused on these "little" alien races. She and Olivia had been studying with the witch how to release the evil spirits in the Temple of the Mother of the Earth after she and Olivia returned from the Mentos Desert. Enchantment, after reading the ancient books of the wolves, elves, and witches one after another, combined with the memory of Witch Garcia to release the spell of the enchantment of the Dark Temple, Cynthia and the witches studied for a few days and nights, and their thinking has gradually clear.

The protoss were busy storing the holy water of light and leading Betsy and other people to familiarize themselves with the spell of light, and the Garcia witches they detained before were handed over to Betty to deal with after they regained their sanity.

Although Betty's thoughts were also bewitched by the Gorefiend, relying on the stimulation of the bright holy water and being in the territory of the gods, she almost kept awake.

Of course, with Eunice by her side, it is impossible for her to lose her sanity.

When Cynthia and Chelsea were researching how to remove the barrier, Betty had been entangled in the affairs of Eunice and the tribe, and had no time to help. When she finally had free time, both Cynthia and Chelsea had found a solution, but she Although it didn't help, I was very happy to see that Cynthia found a solution so quickly.

"You and Chelsea are always so good." Betty raised her hand and closed the cloak, and then handed the holy water she had been holding in her hand to Cynthia who looked a little tired, her eyes were clear and bright, with a gentle smile, "Every time As long as you are by my side, no matter what I encounter, I will not be afraid."

Although her complexion was not very rosy, she was not as haggard as before. Eunice stood behind her, playing with a small but sharp dagger in her hand, but her eyes were firmly fixed on Betty.

With Cynthia's strength, she wouldn't feel too tired without rest for a few days and nights, but this time she spent a lot of mental power and power of light in order to test the effects of spells and magic circles, so she looked a little tired, She took a sip of the holy water from Betty, and then smiled softly, "Chelsea would be very happy if she knew you said that."

Betty laughed for a while, then lowered her head slightly, looking a little hesitant: "Actually... I came here to say goodbye to you."

"Farewell?" Cynthia held the holy water bottle, glanced at Eunice behind Betty, and frowned, "Where are you going?"

"We want to return to the territory." Betty spoke slowly, as if organizing her words, "I want to find out why the blood demon wants to control us." Then she also wanted to find a way to release this control.

Many of her clansmen are controlled by the blood demons, and she can't give up on her clansmen.

This kind of control is terrible, and Betty feels that if they don't find a way to get rid of it quickly, they are likely to fall into a more terrible situation.

By then it will be too late.

"I know that the vampires are likely to invade the Startu Continent again, but I can't stay here to help you at this time." Betty looked guilty, "I'm sorry, Cynthia."

"But I have to figure out the purpose of the Gorefiend."

A hand fell on Betty's head and gently stroked her hair. Betty raised her head subconsciously and saw Cynthia looking at her with a gentle smile on her face, which warmed her heart slightly. .

Cynthia stroked Betty's hair reassuringly and then withdrew her hand. Instead of stopping Betty, she asked softly, "The blood demon is dangerous, what are you going to do?"

"I found that holy water can keep us awake. So Dacie and I asked for some." Betty took out a bottle of holy water, looked down at the liquid inside, and said softly, "Eunice and I plan to take the people back to the territory. Lurking beside the Gorefiend and waiting for an opportunity to investigate her purpose."

She paused as she spoke, then raised her eyes to meet Cynthia's, showed her face slightly, and said firmly, "Then stop her."

No matter what bad things Gorefiend wants to control their Garcia clan to do, she will not let her succeed.

Cynthia nodded, didn't say much, just told Betty to be more careful, and then summoned a snow-white pigeon, which flew around their heads a few times, and finally landed on Eunice under Betty's surprised eyes shoulders.

Eunice, who was playing with the dagger, paused for a moment, turned her head to glance at the pigeon, and frowned.

Cynthia smiled slightly at Eunice, "Betty has a way to contact me, I think you may need one too." Knowing Eunice's eccentric personality, Cynthia kindly found a reason for her, "For Betty's For safety's sake."

"Can't I protect Betty's safety?" Eunice curled her lips in displeasure, but finally raised her hand to put the pigeon away.

Betty turned her head and glanced at Eunice, then ran over to take her arm, thanked Cynthia with a smile, Eunice switched the dagger to the other hand as she held her arm, with a look on her face It also eased a lot.

While they were talking, Witch Morgan also gathered around and was talking to Witch Garcia who was waiting nearby. Although the relationship between Garcia and Morgan of the Anderson family became a bit awkward, in the hearts of the Morgan family, , the three clans of witches are inseparable.

After the plan of Betty and the tribe was known by the Morgen witch, their first reaction was to send some tribesmen to go back with them, and the rest of the tribe went to join them after helping Cynthia lift the barrier in the Temple of the Mother of the Earth. Confluence, but the offer was rejected by Witch Garcia.

Two families of the three witch clans have already fallen into the dark abyss, and they don't want to drag the Morgan family into the water.Moreover, the Morgan Witch is not controlled by the blood demon like Garcia, and her personality is not as crazy as Anderson. The blood demon is not stupid, and it is not so easy to be fooled. The Morgan family followed them to expose The risk is even greater.

Betty turned her head slightly, and looked at her clansman and Witch Morgan, her expression was a little complicated, but she quickly covered it up, "I said goodbye to Chelsea, but she seems to be angry."

Betty sighed, and said to Cynthia: "You will see her later, tell her for me that I will often send letters to her."

After she finished speaking, she winked at Cynthia, "I'll send you letters often."

Cynthia nodded with a smile, "I don't mind sending your letters more often."

The two laughed and said a few more words before Betty reluctantly turned and walked towards her people. Witch Garcia stopped talking with Witch Morgan when she saw her and Eunice coming, and the group stood in place. After a while, several silver-haired protoss came towards them with a petite girl in a red robe.

Camille, who had been locked in the dungeon and hadn't seen the sun for several months, was a little afraid of the sun above her head. She raised her arms to cover her face, and looked gloomyly at the protoss and witches around her. Suddenly, a silver light appeared A flash flashed before her eyes, and she subconsciously turned her head to dodge but failed. Warm blood flowed down her chin and dripped onto the red robe. The pain like being gouged out by a knife made her scream out.

The bright red blood sprinkled on the ground looked even more dazzling than the sun.

Camille raised her hand to cover her face, her palm was stained red with blood, she was trembling because of the pain, but she still raised her head and stared fiercely at the owner of the dagger, the owner of the dagger raised his chin at her, red Lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

She should have killed Eunice directly in the first place!

Camille gritted her teeth with hatred, but out of the corner of her eye, Betty next to Eunice was looking at her with a frown. She subconsciously restrained her malice, covered her face and lowered her head quietly.

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