The whole universe is praising my vest

Simmons had known the young prince a long time ago.

At that time, An He was still a notorious sharp knife under the Duke of Cloris.Simmons is a subordinate faction of Clauris, and has been working for Clauris. His blood potential is average, and he is a small character who will not be seen by the Duke no matter how hard he tries. Even if he dies, he will soon be replaced by other blood clans An He took refuge in the Duke of Clauris for a short time, and stood in the position he needed to look up to.

During that time, An He was the topic of discussion among the blood clan.

Simmons has heard his colleagues talk about him, with envy and fear in his words.

Looking at the blood clans who were jealous of Anhe's position, Simmons thought to himself, if you go to the elves to kill an elder and bring the body back, you can also be appreciated by Duke Clauris.

But no vampire can do it.

Simmons is not ambitious, and he doesn't think there is any problem with the humble mixed race standing on his head. He only hopes that there will be no intersection with An He.

This kind of ruthless blood family is the type that Simmons does not want to deal with the most.

Simmons could never become this kind of blood, so he didn't envy An He's status at all.

It's fine for him to stay where he is.

There are too many dark sides of the blood race, and if you go up, you will inevitably be contaminated.

Once, Simmons made a mistake during a mission and was imprisoned in the evil castle.

The Castle of Sin is a well-known punishment facility for the Claures clan. There are many dangers in it, and there is no rest for a moment in the castle. They must fight non-stop and be exhausted.

Simmons needs to stay in the sinful castle all night.

With Simmons' strength, his life would be in danger if he stayed in the castle for a few hours, not to mention that he might not be able to come out after a whole night.

The intensity of the punishment he received far exceeded the mistakes he made.

Simmons acted in a low-key manner and didn't offend the higher-ups much. The reason why he was locked up in this kind of place was that the upper-level people were in a bad mood and wanted to punish him severely, so they threw him into the Castle of Sin.

This is the almost barbaric survival rule in the blood clan, and Simmons can only get used to it.

The sinful castle stands on a high cliff, surrounded by desolation, without any breath of life.

The interior of the castle has been left unattended for many years, and it is extremely decayed. There is a lot of dust floating in the air, and there are spider webs everywhere, but there are no spiders and other insects. These creatures are eaten by monsters in the castle.

Simmons walked into the castle, and the heavy door closed behind him.

Before dawn, he can't go out again.

Simmons stood in front of the broken window, with a huge crescent moon outside.

Bright reddish moonlight poured down towards the castle, covering the surface of the mountain, even the textures on the rock surface were clearly visible.The all-pervasive moonlight also penetrated through the windows of the castle, spreading less than one meter before it could no longer move forward, like a stone sinking into the sea, swallowed by the darkness deep in the castle.

In the dense darkness, Simmons heard the breathing and footsteps of the monsters.

The cloak was raised behind Simmons, and he quickly ran up the crumbling stairs. The monsters lurking in the dark hadn't seen fresh flesh for a long time. Seeing that their prey was about to escape, they couldn't hold back anymore, and swarmed towards Simmons crazily. .

Fortunately, the monster's intelligence is not high.

The heavy bodies of the monsters trampled down more stairs, and they even fought over who should be the first.

Simmons used the terrain to deal with them, killing two monsters and severely injuring five.

However, this is his limit.

The inner space of the castle is huge, and there are monsters lurking on every floor. The movement caused by Simmons awakened smarter and stronger monsters, and he was unable to continue to deal with them.

Simmons found a hidden place to hide, holding his breath and making no sound.

The natural cold body temperature of the vampire makes him like a lifeless sculpture.

Pressing the wound on his upper abdomen that was gradually healing, Simmons looked heavy.

The resilience of the blood race is not endless, but will be consumed. Since entering the castle, Simmons' abdomen has been injured several times, but except for this latest wound, everything else has recovered. Simmons can obviously feel the wound. Recovery is slower than before.

Hiding is not a long-term solution, he will definitely be discovered by monsters, and then a new round of dealings will start, awakening more monsters.

If this vicious cycle continues, he may die in the castle before dawn.

death.

When the word was close at hand, Simmons was not unwilling or afraid.

There was nothing worthy of his nostalgia in the world, and Simmons didn't have much hatred and revenge for the upper blood who imprisoned him here, so it seemed nothing to die here.

Simmons smiled helplessly, his thinking was really not like a blood race.

Most of the vampires are selfish. They are cold-blooded and don't care about others, but they value themselves.

If it was another blood race that happened to him, even if he knew his status was low and had no complaints on the surface, he would actually hold a grudge and try his best to find every opportunity to get revenge.

Anyway, he is also an outlier in the blood race.

Simmons suddenly thought of An He. If An He was said to be a heterogeneous bloodline, but a complete blood race in his heart, he himself was a blood race on the surface and a different kind in his heart.

While Simmons was recalling before dying, he noticed that the monster's trajectory had changed.

They seemed to have found a new prey, and rushed over in a swarm.

Then, there were the screams of the monsters one after another.

what happened?

Simmons was curious, but he didn't dare to leave the hiding place rashly.

A very powerful existence obviously appeared outside. Although he was not afraid of death, he did not want to die recklessly.

Slow and rhythmic footsteps came up the stairs, getting closer and closer to Simmons.

The silence in the castle was astonishing, and all the monsters were silent, causing the sound of footsteps to reach Simmons' ears more clearly.

He would definitely be discovered if he went out. Simmons huddled in his hiding place and did not dare to move. He was fearless even when he was besieged by monsters, and he actually felt nervous.

The wooden board in front was lifted, and Simmons met a pair of strange eyes.

The left eye is the crimson red of the blood race, and the right eye is the blue green of the elves.

Only with this pair of distinctive colored pupils, Simmons recognized the identity of the visitor.

"It's safe outside, you can come out." An He said.

Simmons looked stunned: "Your Excellency, why are you here?"

"Same as you." An He said, "I made a mistake and was punished."

Simmons felt unbelievable. An He had never failed to execute the Duke's orders. This was one of the reasons why he was valued more and more by the Duke. How difficult should An He be?

"It's not as exaggerated as you think." An He saw through his thoughts and explained.

Simmons didn't go any further.

There is no perfect existence in the world, and His Excellency the Duke will make mistakes, and of course An He is the same.

It is too difficult to keep making no mistakes. An He is not a god. Maybe he is also tired, which leads to mistakes during the task.

It was the first time Simmons met him. The famous mixed race in front of him was very dangerous, and Simmons shouldn't have an in-depth conversation with him.

Simmons followed An He, walked through the stairs and went up to the first floor again. On the way, he saw many monsters lying on the ground.It was the first time for Simmons to come to the Castle of Sin. Before, he was focused on saving his life and didn't pay attention to the monster's appearance. Now he finally had the opportunity to observe it carefully.

These monsters seem to be stitched together from the body parts of various creatures, and some even have their internal organs exposed.Due to the rejection reaction brought about by stitching, they have many disgusting features on top of their grotesque shapes. Simmons, who is a vampire, felt his scalp numb and didn't want to look at them any more.

But Simmons could sense the vital signs of these monsters, and they were all still alive.

Deliberately controlling the force to make the monsters lose consciousness is more difficult than killing them directly. Simmons asked, "Why don't you kill them?"

"They're not born monsters." An He said, "It's too early to talk about dealing with them. It won't be too late to decide what happens to them after we get rid of the culprit that turned them into this."

Simmons asked puzzled, "What's the matter?"

An He said: "You know, before the current Duke Cloris appeared, the Cloris clan had been in a slump for many years, right?"

"Of course." Simmons is a member of the Cloris faction, so he naturally understands the development history of Cloris. "In ancient times, Cloris was the largest clan. It was prominent for a while, but then it continued to decline and dormant. , until now, the foundation accumulated by Clauris for many years has finally exploded, the Duke is not only powerful, but his daughter Miss Isabel is also extremely outstanding, she will become a Duke in the future, and even has the potential to become a prince."

"The rise of the Clauris clan is indeed based on their long-standing heritage, but it is not the one you imagined." An He followed the Duke of Clauris and knew many secrets that Simmons could not touch. "In order to restore the past The honor and lofty status of those who have been experimenting."

"Experiment?" Simmons had never heard of it. "I know that some blood races will conduct experiments. What do you mean, Cloris uses his own blood as an experimental product?"

"Yes, of course they did experiments on other creatures in the beginning. The monsters in the castle are all products of failed experiments. The place where Clauris piled up the failed products is not only in the Castle of Sin." An He said, "Later, their experimental subjects were replaced by blood clans with the blood of Clauris. At first it was a branch line, and after the success rate increased, it became the main line."

Simmons had an incredible guess: "Could it be the Duke?"

"That's right." An He smiled approvingly, "It took a long time, with blood on his hands, and I don't know how much it cost, Clauris finally created a duke."

An He had no respect for the Duke and the Claureus clan in his words, and Simmons had no time to take care of it. Shock and doubt filled his heart.

"Why are you telling me this?" Simmons asked. "If these things get out of my mouth, and the Duke interrogates my source, you are not afraid that I will give your name?"

The low-status mixed race finally climbed to his current position by any means. In Simmons' view, An He should never want to fall down.

Just as Cloris couldn't accept the fact that the clan continued to decline, and that Cloris' bloodline might become mediocre, he made a series of crazy experiments.

"Because you entered the evil castle for the same reason as me." An He said.

Simmons couldn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"You let go of a child who has something to do with the mission, so you were held accountable." An He continued upstairs and came to a relatively clean floor, "I did the same thing as you. People make mistakes. I used to be watertight, but this time I accidentally left a small hole, fortunately, the problem is not serious, I just need to come to the Castle of Sin, and it is a good thing to meet you."

Simmons had difficulty understanding An He's words.

The fact that An He killed the elder of the elves is known throughout the galaxy. After he joined the Claureus faction, Simmons heard some rumors and knew that he was more ruthless than many blood clans, and he would not be a soft-hearted person.

He is clearly cold-blooded, cruel, and unscrupulous, how could he show mercy to innocent people who meet by chance?

Simmons thought he was lying.

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