Warlord: King of All Clans

With a roar, muzzle flames spurted out, and large lead bullets flew over the two people rushing over and landed on the young man at the other end of the living room.

The scarlet magic power in front of him suddenly dissipated, and a bloody hole the size of a bowl was punched out on his chest. He fell on his back, hit the wall behind him, and slowly slid down.

The shotgun in Leo's hand was the same model as Six's breech-loading shotgun, loaded with large-grain deer bullets.

The so-called deer bullet is a large-grain lead bullet between small-grain shotgun bullets and single-shot bullets. It is an ammunition used to hunt large animals.

With one round of deer bullet, nine lead bullets the size of green beans were ejected along with the muzzle flame, instantly flew over a distance of nine meters, spread to an area the size of a fist, and then landed on the target's chest.

At such a close distance, there is almost no need to aim.

And with his extraordinary hand-eye coordination from intermediate-level physics, he can easily withstand the huge recoil of a heavy shotgun.

Although his shotgun is slightly less lethal than modern shotguns due to the insufficient performance of black powder, it is also a miracle-making one. With the help of high-strength alloy barrel, it can be loaded with twice as much gunpowder as the kobold iron barrel shotgun, making it a primitive hand cannon.

The young man was just a low-level extraordinary wizard, wearing no armor and without a magic barrier.

With one shot, his chest was smashed to pieces, and he was left with nothing but breathing heavily.

As the gunshots roared, the iron grenade on the second floor also exploded. A servant holding a crossbow was blown to pieces, and the other two were also affected and were knocked away by the strong shock wave and fell from the second floor.

The fat man who rushed to the door to block the way was stopped by Noreen with a sword, while the other burly man dressed as a guard continued to rush towards Leo.

Leo pulled the trigger, immediately threw away the shotgun, blocked with his sword, and held the sturdy man's dagger.

The weapons collided, sending out sparks, but Leo's wrist shook and he managed to block it.

This merchant's bodyguard was also a mid-level one.

He was even more muscular than Leo. The dagger in his right hand was blocked, and his left hand instantly stretched out and grabbed Leo's throat.

Leo also stretched out his left hand, shook it with the other party, and began to wrestle.

If you compete with Leo in strength, you will lose the game.

Under the gradually frightened eyes of the intermediate strong man, Leo forced the strong man to slowly approach, and the enchanted long sword in his right hand changed from defense to suppression, and finally pressed the dagger on the opponent's shoulder.

After another two seconds of stalemate, the sturdy man's veins bulged all over his body, his skin was red, and his sleeves were torn by his swollen muscles, but he tried his best but failed to stop Leo's strange strength. In the end, he was dragged by the long sword pressed on his neck and beheaded instantly.

A physique of intermediate physical supernatural power is like dried hardwood. A sword strike from an ordinary person can only cut the skin at most.

But Leo is holding an enchanted sword and has extraordinary strength, so he can cut off even an iron neck.

The fat businessman that Norin faced was just a low-level transcendent, and it was obvious that his skills lacked practical experience.

In just one move, Norin cut off his hands and kicked him to the ground.

Noreen lifted her steel-covered leather boots and stepped on the fat merchant's back. She glanced at him and found that Leo had rolled his wrist and stabbed her ribs with his long sword.

"I...!" Noreen and Leo cursed at the same time, raised their legs and kicked at each other, their feet collided and flew out.

The tip of Leo's sword cut through the leather of the light armor under Norin's ribs and then missed.

Leo stepped back a few steps, grabbed the wrist of his right sword-holding with his left hand, and wrestled his wrist with his right hand.

His right hand suddenly lost control, as if it had its own consciousness. Not only did he attempt to sneak attack Noreen, but after failing, he struggled hard, trying to make Leo "commit suicide."

Leo was busy suppressing his right hand. Seeing that Norin was still holding the sword to guard against him, he could not help but said angrily: "What are you looking at? Find the caster!"

Noreen suddenly came to her senses and looked around the living room. She saw that the young man lying in a pool of blood was not yet dead.

Although his chest was broken, he was still alive. He was struggling to raise his fingers, silently chanting a spell, and remotely controlling Leo.

Apparently, his blood spell could not directly transform Leo and turn him into a blood servant.

He could only burst out temporarily and barely control one of Leo's arms.

Norin kicked without hesitation, and a dagger on the ground shot out and hit the young man right in the middle of his eyebrows.

The dagger pierced through his forehead and nailed him to the wall. The young man was completely dead and could not die any more.

Without the control of blood, Leo's right hand immediately lost movement and became numb. After a period of strange itching, it slowly regained consciousness.

Thousands of miles away, in the mountains of Earl Kurolov's territory in the eastern North, an old wizard with a dry face suddenly opened his eyes, and the scarlet light gradually faded away.

He said in a low voice, "My apostle in the imperial capital is dead."

In his hands were ten red threads condensed with magic power. At this moment, one of them broke quietly and disappeared into thin air.

The blond boy, Locke Kuroloff, looked at the old wizard and frowned, "The three great saints of the imperial capital have taken action? Will they find you?"

The old wizard laughed, "How could my blood magic be so easy to discover? There is no corresponding way to crack it in human magic, unless the blood clan lord is resurrected."

Locke felt relieved and explained, "My father told me to first plan for the North and capture the Duke of the North. As for the South, don't provoke it for now."

"The Holy Light Pope of the Southern Territory has been promoted to the Saint Rank for a hundred years. He is the most promising person to become an angel in the human race in the past thousand years. Unless it is absolutely necessary, try to put him last."

The old wizard was a little dissatisfied, with hatred in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, just nodded.

He was originally one of the few ninth-level great wizards among the human race, proficient in the arcane magic of the South and the shamanic spells of the North, and was only one step away from the holy level.

Now that he has practiced high-level blood magic, he is only a thought away from breaking through to the Saint level.

Unfortunately, the higher-level blood clan inheritance is hidden in the hands of Locke's father, the Northern Earl "Giant" Farbuti Kuroloff.

His Blood Cult served the family of Count Kurolov for fifty years, but was unable to extract all of the blood clan's heritage.

Locke Kurolof, the youngest son of Count Kurolof, was studying blood magic under a blood wizard. He waited until the class was over before stepping out of the cave in the mountains.

Outside the cave is a huge canyon, home to countless wyverns.

These pterosaurs were normal except when they were out looking for food. The rest of the time they were listless and stayed motionless in their bloody nests.

They have become the blood servants of the blood mages and have no ability to resist at all.

This is the Dragon Knights of the Kurolov family, created to target the Griffin Knights of the Southern Royal Family.

Locke walked out of the door, and suddenly a whisper came from his mind, "What human spells, blood spells, are all rubbish. If you master the power of the void, you will be invincible in the world, transcend the rules, and become an eternal true god."

Locke couldn't help but stop and sighed, "So, what is the price?"

Outside the villa in the residential area of ​​the imperial capital, the Elf Queen Ostara was holding Six, waiting for Leo to finish work in boredom.

She was talking to Six when she suddenly looked up. Her eyes flashed green and she immediately switched to magic vision.

The originally colorful material world turned into black and white, but there were countless colorful magic powers like clouds and smoke, floating and gathering everywhere.

Under this colorful magic, a faint red line shot from the distant sky and landed in the small building.

Seeing the magic red line flying high into the sky like a broken string on a kite, Ostara reached out her hand, grabbed it, and held it between her fingertips.

"Six, we caught a big fish!"