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"Yes, the Dark Parliament has split."

Prince Maike said indifferently, because this is not a secret to dark creatures at all, and it is even common sense that every guy who dedicates his life to the darkness and separates from the human race should know.

As a blood prince, Maike is of course willing to tell the Eastern Devil some "unimportant" things at this time.

Seir stood in front of him and nodded with interest, "According to the many national historical materials I copied, there has never been an organization that has not seized power for more than 100 years. The difference is only in its influence... How long has the Dark Council been established? "

Prince Maike raised his head lazily, "Since there are records."

"Longer than human history," Shier asked, this is precious data that cannot be copied anywhere.

"I don't know." Prince Maike said listlessly, "I'm just the prince of the Toledo family, not an old wizard who studies classics, and I'm not those long-winded elders in the family."

Seir flashed his electronic eyes and sneered: "I thought you were a senior member of the Dark Council, but you don't even know these things. I doubt your right to speak in the Dark Council."

When Prince Maike heard it, he jumped up angrily.

His speed is so fast that afterimages are left in the room, but he is still wearing the metal confinement ring used by Shier's "improved version of stealing learning". Capture the location of Prince Maiko.

really not bad!

Seeer looked at the data and muttered, what is the principle of the ghost speed of the blood race?The Deep Blue Star Military Weapons Research Institute will be interested!Many of the clumsy heavy weapons could be improved if every soldier in the Deep Blue Kingdom's army was issued a similar accelerator.

"Hey, I will convince my master to cooperate with the Dark Council."

"..."

Maike stopped by the window and looked at Shile with a hellish expression.

He carefully sized up the silver armored knight. Prince Maike had spent the past few hundred years sleeping in a coffin, so he didn't have a deep understanding of Raymond Gayton's mecha.

"It's ridiculous for an inanimate body to talk to me about important issues." Miko tried to brush up his short blond hair, and then found a bottle of ordinary spray perfume in the room. He was very dissatisfied because it didn't smell like roses.

"Dear Mr. Vampire." Shire nodded, "Is your heart beating? Can you breathe? Do you dare to say that you are alive, using the normal definition of human beings!"

Before Maike could speak, it straightened its arms to prevent Maike from rebutting. The silver armor knight lowered his head and announced coldly: "Don't be nervous, I just need exciting and wonderful stories!"

"..."

"The great escape during the ancient earth's nuclear war, the story of the lurking construction on the deep blue star... what else?" Seier reminded with anticipation, "Would you like to talk about the history of the split of the Dark Parliament? I thought you really wanted to share with me. Master cooperated."

Prince Maike continued to look at the silver mecha with strange eyes.

At the same moment, in the civilian port of Deep Blue Star, the necromancer holding a black cat calmly watched the werewolf on the monitor struggling to stop breathing. The spaceship belonged to an interstellar travel agency, and the captain and tour guide came down in panic to accept the port staff. inquiries.

"There was a very serious split in the Dark Council, and we called each other's forces traitors." The elder touched his chin with his withered fingers, his voice was slow, as if he was not in a hurry.

Cyrus didn't intend to let the other party have more initiative in the negotiation, so he didn't ask at all, which made the atmosphere extremely stiff.

The black cat flicked its tail uneasily, its green eyes let out a low cry of fear when it saw Cyrus, and jumped into the great elder's robe.

Bearing the terrifying power of the succubus, the Great Elder said with an unchanged expression: "The Dark Council promises not to contact the Eastern Demons to fight against Your Excellency, nor to present evidence of how much the Dark Council has contributed to Raymond Gayton's analysis plan. Let alone those wizards and vampires who are still working as scientists in the research institute come out and beg you..."

Cyrus finally frowned, he was amazed that the necromancer put on a frank gesture.

"Love and devotion, once displayed, will lose its most precious value. I will not do such a stupid thing." The elder said in an old and dry voice: "I just want to express that in the matter of protecting the deep blue star , the Dark Council has no choice but to stand on the same side with Your Excellency in the past, present, and future. Please pay attention to my modification, which means 'no choice'."

Without interests, there is no soil for betrayal.

Cyrus finally spoke: "It seems that you have a powerful enemy."

"no doubt."

"What do they have to do with me? I just need to drive you out, so the war won't happen on Deep Blue Star." Cyrus raised his eyebrows.

"I have to repeat, there was a serious split in the Dark Parliament, and some dark creatures with different ideas defected collectively!" The elder said slowly, "It's easy to understand, the dark creatures on the deep blue star are very well-behaved, The Dark Council has a lot of clauses to restrict their behavior. For example, if the Blood Race wants to develop descendants, the Dark Council gives each family a fixed target every year. The number of newly added Children (the name for the new Blood Race) is only allowed to be small, not too many. In the East during the ancient earth period, there was a very good word to describe it, 'family planning' - of course, blood races are more convenient than humans, they only need to take a bite, pay a little of their own blood, lose some strength, and develop population more than humans Much easier."

It only takes half an hour for a blood race to produce a descendant.

Whether the descendants are strong or not depends on how much power the blood race who bites them is willing to put in. If a madman who bites people madly, he can produce ten cannon fodder descendants who are afraid of the Bible in one night, have no reason, and only have bloodthirsty impulses.

With this kind of snowball descendant development method, there will soon be only dark creatures left in the dream, and there will be no human beings.

The Dream Demon will definitely not allow this to happen!If the tapir destroys the kitchen, rushes to devour the ingredients, and prevents the chef from satisfying his stomach and sense of creativity, then the blood clan simply kills the farmers who grow the ingredients.

"Using the words of the Eastern countries, this kind of wanton development of descendants is "drying up the marshes and burning the forests to hunt". I proposed during the Crusades that the dark race must fully implement eugenics, improve the average quality, and enhance the dark council. His overall strength!" The Great Elder's eyes lit up, and his expression successfully made Cyrus' eyelids twitch.

Cyrus, who was a mad scientist himself, was all too familiar with this expression.

"I am a necromancer, my mentor. All wizards in this industry have been dealing with skeletons." The elder pulled the black cat out of his robe, and raised its short legs to gesture to Cyrus. "Your Excellency probably won't understand. When we necromancers see bones, we can clearly analyze the age, race, and health status of the deceased! Most of the attack power of necromancers is in summoning bone guards. Bones of different qualities , just like mechs equipped with different processing modules, with distinct levels and obvious power differences! Therefore, we mainly use the bones of dark creatures themselves, eugenics is a must! Otherwise, the necromancer will not be able to pick a usable bone! "

"..." Cyrus put his hand on his forehead.

He understood the meaning of the Great Elder. The group of dark creatures living in the deep blue star, because the leader is a necromancer who advocates eugenics, so the blood race will not casually develop descendants.

"On this point, I'm very happy to reach a consensus with the blood secret party. The Toledo family only accepts artists, the Simmore family only accepts senior scholars, and the Vanjo family does not choose outstanding talents who are not born in the upper class...and most importantly Yes, if a human being is to be turned into a blood race, it must be approved by his own clear will."

Even better, according to this standard, if these blood races do not live on the dark blue star, they may not be able to develop a descendant in ten years.

"Obviously what you want to tell me is that some dark creatures are dissatisfied with this kind of 'family planning', question your authority, and oppose the picky development of your descendants, so they ran away?" Cyrus smiled.

"Yes, I am willing to talk to smart people, because it is easy." The Great Elder spread his hands leisurely, "Perhaps you don't know yet, the blood race itself is divided into two major factions..."

"I know."

Cyrus said casually: "The secret party that advocates the precept of the blood clan's seclusion from the world, and the demon party that recklessly kills its prey to reveal its whereabouts. I heard that their wars and conflicts have never stopped."

"Yes, finally one day the Dark Council split, since they are the most important members of the Council." The Great Elder pulled the cat from his forehead and sighed, "Some people who are good at dark curses and study blood sacrifices The wizard left with the demon party."

As he spoke, he pointed to the werewolf corpse displayed on the monitor screen, "There are also many bloodthirsty orcs with a bloodthirsty frenzy, and their heads are filled with batter."

Cyrus said nothing.

He realized a frightening fact, if the guys who left the Dark Parliament were descendants of unrestrained development, they obviously had a terrifying army of cannon fodder.

Cyrus didn't question the elder's words any more.

Because for 2000 years, the deep blue star was indeed very safe, and the dark biotin living here was doing well, which made Cyrus very satisfied.

Second, the struggle between the demon party and the secret party of the blood clan began in the Middle Ages, and it is not a secret at all.In fact, if the secret party of the devil party can sit down and shake hands and count others, it will be as difficult as letting Satan sing hymns in hell and convincing the succubi to lie down and ravage the tapir as they please. Note that it is the "succubus", not Cyrus.

Thirdly, these traitors from the Dark Parliament actually have something to destroy dreams.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes: "Let's be honest, you've been standing here at the port waiting for me?"

"Yes." The Great Elder admitted very happily, "When the succubus awakened, the dream repelled our breath, and the headquarters of the Dark Council was exposed!"

The war is about to begin.

"The common enemy is my best lobbyist."

Cyrus sensed something was wrong, the necromancer seemed too sure.

The Great Elder stuffed the cat into the cloak, took a step back and said:

"The real enemy of the Dark Council has never been the succubi, let alone the tapirs from the east! But we have been at ease for too long, the interstellar era has completely separated us, and there has been no war in 2000. Names are as rotten as names, and you know better than I what radical changes are needed to maintain something ancient and long-standing."

Cyrus turned his head suddenly, and said in a strange, terrifying voice that seemed to shake the whole space, "You know?"

The Great Elder smiled softly under the hood, "Yes, I know."

Knowing that the person standing in front of him is "Cyrus", who cares about the dark blue kingdom rather than the perfect dream, and knows that the consciousness of the dream demon Yingkabas has been dominated by Cyrus.

The elder took the initiative to explain: "What Prince Maike doesn't understand, I know very well, that is 'you have the absolute ability to kill tapirs', but you didn't do it! Under what circumstances, the devil doesn't kill his old enemy? "

——When the devil and the old enemy hook up, not only have a one-night stand but also have a good impression of each other.

Thinking of this, Cyrus' expression became even more gloomy.

Fortunately, the Great Elder is just a necromancer, not God, nor Satan. It is impossible to know everything. His answer is: "Obviously, when this demon is no longer 'myself'."

Cyrus stared at him for a long time before slowly nodding:

"The conversation was very pleasant. I am very happy to find that the Dark Council has a clear-headed leader."

"Praise Satan, it's a must."

The Great Elder bowed his head in a salute with full grace. Westerners have always accepted all praises of themselves, and the necromancer who specializes in playing bones is no exception.

He also blinked his eyes and said immodestly: "If even I am unreliable, the Dark Council will be finished!"

"..."

Cyrus left silently.

The Great Elder retreated into the shadows, rubbing his face while looking down at his cat.

The green-eyed black cat turned its neck and said in a human voice: "I admit that you are really smart. Look, you are an excellent negotiator. The tone of recalling the past is like a mad scientist. It is very targeted. It is worthy of your practice in front of the TV." After seven days, why don't you participate in the annual film and television selection?"

The Great Elder knocked over the cat expressionlessly, and disappeared into the shadows.

The black cat lazily stretched out its paws, and followed gracefully into the darkness.