Monarch of Evernight: 307 Conquer

bsp;The Throne of Blood slowly stood up straight, turned around, and looked at Qianye standing at the door.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "I'll fight you!" Then he jumped up and pounced on Qianye like lightning.

However, just halfway through, the blood core pulse of the Blood Throne suddenly stagnated, and the blood energy almost came to a sudden stop. The limbs were soft and weak, and then the body suddenly became dozens of times heavier. As a result, he fell heavily to the ground with a plop.

"You! How is it possible..." The Throne of Blood struggled to get up, looking at the quietly burning dark gold blood energy in Qianye's hand with a look of horror on his face.

"What Metazord and the others can't do, doesn't mean that I can't do it. You did have a good record in the past, but it's a pity, you are a vampire after all."

The Throne of Blood felt the trembling deep in the blood core, and all the blood energy became semi-solidified, making it extremely difficult to operate.

He knew that this was because of fear, the instinctive fear coming from the depths of his blood, and the awe of the superior.

In other words, his bloodline has been suppressed by Qianye in all directions, and the strength he can exert now may not be as good as that of the Viscount. He finally understood that as a vampire, he was not qualified to fight tooth and nail in front of Qianye.

At this point, Blood Throne calmed down, looked at the ball of dark gold blood fire in Qianye’s hand, with a complicated look on his face, and said: "If I remember correctly, you are much younger than me, maybe not even old yet." To my fraction."

"Maybe."

"You can actually possess such pure blood and fire, it's really...jealous." The Blood Throne let out a long sigh.

Qianye smiled faintly and said: "It is more convenient to suppress the vampires, so I use it. Normally, it is usually not used."

The Throne of Blood gave a long laugh and said: "This is the king's support, even the Holy Mountain is not impossible. But you want to say that this is not your most powerful method?"

"It's really not."

"You can suppress me, but don't try to fool me! If you think I am so easy to deceive, you are wrong. Also, I am not as afraid of death as other immortal species!"

Qianye said: "Forget it, let me show you what the first drop of blood is in the long river of blood."

"You, what did you say?" Blood Throne's voice was trembling. The first drop of blood is the dream source of all vampires, but so far, no vampire can know what the first drop of blood is like.

But he had an intuition that Qianye was not lying.

Qianye stretched out his hand, and something seemed to appear in his hand.

The Throne of Blood rubbed his eyes, trying to see more clearly, but suddenly his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took before he woke up. He felt that his whole body was sore and weak, and he had no strength at all. The blood core pulsed extremely slowly. When he took a closer look, he was shocked to find that there were tiny cracks all over the blood core, just shy of shattering. Once the blood core is broken, even the great king will fall, let alone him.

The Throne of Blood struggled to sit up, but a hand held his shoulder to prevent him from getting up.

"Lie down for a while. Getting up now will hurt your blood core. Don't blame me if you return to the Marquis."

"Let me get up! That must have been the first drop of blood just now! I know, I have already felt it."

Qianye shook his head, "You just touched a little breath, and your blood core almost exploded. If you really see it, even if you don't die, your eyes will definitely stop wanting it. If you really want to see it, wait until you are mature. Your Majesty, please tell me later."

Xue Changhe turned his head, stared at Qianye, and said every word: "You are the first drop of blood!"

"It can be said that it is, but it doesn't seem to be of much use. It may not be able to beat the second drop of blood." Qianye smiled gently.

"Wait, let me calm down first." Xue Changhe closed his eyes and lay on his back. The blood in his body gradually accelerated and entered a boiling state.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, struggled to stand up, and said: "Your Majesty Qianye, if you give you orders, I will try my best to do it. If you want to punish me for any crime, then I will never be defeated even if I am not defeated. Will not surrender. Even if you just wave your fist, it is resistance."

"You used to kill vampires, how could you be willing to do things for me?"

"You are the first drop of blood in the long river of blood, and the natural leader of all vampires. Even the Queen of the Night will be behind you. Serving for you is a brand engraved deep in the blood core of every vampire. ”

Qianye said: "How do I know that you are not trying to cover up the shooting at Ye Tong to please me?"

The Blood Throne was startled, lowered his head and said: "At that time, I was also forced by the situation, and I didn't know the identity of Your Majesty Ye Tong. Fortunately, she did not suffer too much harm."

Qianye nodded and stretched out his hand: "Bring it here."

"What?"

"The gun you used to shoot Nighteye."

Throne of Blood hesitated a little, then took out a gun in an old-fashioned leather holster from the suitcase and handed it to Qianye.

Qianye weighed the holster of his gun and said, "Is this the Broken Years?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then I'm leaving, and you continue to pack your luggage. If something happens in the future, I will come to see you again, and maybe I will ask you to move." Qianye waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Will you go find the Queen of the Night?"

"Why not." Qianye's figure disappeared.

Throne of Blood opened his mouth, but said nothing. It wasn't until Qianye's figure completely disappeared that he whispered: "I wanted to ask if you could take me with you...forget it, it's useless even if I go. I'm probably going to faint before they start fighting."

He returned to the suitcase, rubbed his hands and said, "Okay! Continue to unpack."

After collecting two pieces of clothes, he remembered something: "Your Majesty doesn't plan to kill me anymore, why should I take care of my luggage? Huh?"

Qianye was walking in the void. He threw away the holster of Broken Fleeting Years and weighed the world-famous gun. A ball of brilliance rose up in his hand and he put it inside. Then he saw Broken Fleeting Years emerging from it. A pair of wings of light. After a while, the light wings became fuller, while the light on the broken fleeting time seemed a little dim.

Qianye put away Broken Fleeting Time, and the original wings spread out at his fingertips. In those bright wings, he could clearly see his face. Next to this perfect face, another familiar face appeared.

There are Zhao Jundu, Zhao Ruoxi, Ji Tianqing, Li Kuanglan, Zhao Yuying, Wei Potian, more and more faces emerge. Not only the human race, but also King Qing, An Wen, and many strong men who took refuge in him.

Qianye put away his original wings, and countless faces on the wings disappeared.

If you want to end it, these things seem to need to be ended, but if you think about it carefully, it is not necessary. Either way, it's the same.

Qianye looked into the depths of the void, looking for the location of the Holy Mountain. With just a glance, he narrowed his eyes slightly and felt that the starry sky seemed to become more dazzling.

He frowned, unsure whether he should go see Anwen first. This genius demon must be more sensitive to changes in the starry sky, unlike Qianye, who has the power of chaos but cannot find any changes in the starry sky, let alone the reasons for the changes.