Marvel King of Glory

As we all know, vampires like to walk at night and rarely show up during the day. Even some century-old vampires have no such fear of sunlight and don’t like sunlight. Therefore, most vampire castles are built in gloomy areas. Good example.

Almost all the people of the clan were sleeping, so the whole manor seemed to be empty. As for the guards? Hehe, who in the world dares to break into the base camp of one of the thirteen Blood Clan clans? Even if it is Superman Iron Man and his like, the life can be saved at most, and some explanations are not impossible here.

But there is a freak like Yi Han in the world, a person who doesn't take the usual path. He dared to bring just a dozen people to the base camp of one of the thirteen Blood Clan clans.

Shocked by Yi Han’s voice like Hong Zhong Dalu, no one can sleep with "Nine-Five-Three". If At the moment looks at from the sky above the manor, one can see each other everywhere in the manor. Bats of different file sizes rose from the hidden darkness and gathered above the manor.

The darkness was crushed, and the blood-colored bats gathered into a blood-colored dark cloud, making the scalp numb.

Yi Han squinted at the large group of bats in front of him. These were all members of the Tsmish tribe, and there were a lot more people, comparable to the number of members of the two clans in the thirteen clans.

The big bat that took the lead first turned into a human form and fell to the ground, and then the blood-colored bats behind him also turned into a human form and landed, instantly filling the originally empty manor with a large group of people.

"Who are you? Dare to break into the home of my Zmich clan?" The person who first landed in the human form was a fat old man with silver hair and a sickly pale skin characteristic of vampires, but his pupils were scarlet. Color, it looks very weird.

"Master, this is the patriarch of the Tsmysi tribe, named Torbjörn." Liu Bang pointed to Tobjörn and said to Yi Han, but he didn't even look at Torbjörn.

This kind of contempt made Torbjörn furious. As the patriarch of one of the two most powerful clans of Blood Clan, a three-generation vampire with noble generations, when did he receive such contempt?

"Stupid ants! I don't care who you are! You are going to die today!" Torbjörn roared, and the many vampires behind him screamed in excitement.

The eleven clan chiefs felt that their scalp was numb, and their bodies were stared at by greedy eyes from all directions. They did not reveal their true body and breath. No one knew that they were vampires. Come again, knowing that they are the eleven clan chiefs. how? They have no servants on other people's turf, just a bunch of lambs to be slaughtered.

Except for the first-generation vampires, the second-generation vampires, and the three ancestors, all vampires below the level are suppressed by blood, vampires below the third generation are not suppressed by blood.

There was originally a set of vampires that lived longer, the higher the level, the baron of the Viscount, but with the disappearance of the three ancestors, the hierarchy of vampires inherited from the blood seems to have disappeared.

That’s why the original Blood Clan's strict hierarchical system no longer exists. The three ancestors can be regarded as the "gods" of Blood Clan, where the bloodline ancestors are inherited. Once they disappeared, this "god" would have disappeared, and that inherited bloodline. The hierarchical system disappeared.

At the moment, Torbjörn's gaze turned around Yi Han and Liu Bang, and saw Selena standing behind them, his face changed suddenly, and he was surprised: "The Supreme Blood?! The Supreme Blood will appear here! Hahaha! Really! God helps me too!"

Torbion laughed loudly, but then his smile stagnated, and the cold slowly fell, because he saw the patriarch of the eleven clans standing restlessly behind him.

"You eleven old immortals are actually here? You actually ran to the territory of my Tsmich tribe, where are your tribesmen?" Torbjörn's scarlet eyes swept around vigilantly, thinking He wanted to find the hidden members of the Eleven Clans, but he was destined to find nothing, because there was none at all.

"Huh! Torbjörn, Lord Earl, are you still surrendering? Is it possible that Lord Earl has to do it yourself?" This is Willis who stood up, stretched out the scepter and pointed at Torbjörn in a cold voice, then Turned around and saluted Liu Bang respectfully.

Tobjörn's fat body was shocked when he heard this, and he looked at Liu Bang who was not breathing in horror, and said with a trembled: "He... is he Dracula?"

"Why, doesn't it? Or, I am more like Dracula like this?" Liu Bang straightened up his body, which was only arched in front of Yi Han, and looked at Torbjörn. At the same time, he slowly opened the huge behind him as he spoke. The dark golden Batwing, a terrifying breath surging from Liu Bang...

Blood Clan, who claims to be the messenger of Proxima Midnight, is the incarnation of bats. In Blood Clan, the more powerful the Blood Clan, the larger the Batwing. The Batwing of Liu Bang stretched out to be a full three meters in length, and two Batwings are together. Seven meters long!

Moreover, this seemingly fragile Batwing is the best weapon in the world. It is covered with luxurious and complex patterns. These patterns are not beautiful. These are the magic circles painted on the Batwing, which can enhance the host's Ability. Some complex magic can be instantaneous through these magic circles!

Imagine that the high level spells are generally thrown out without singing time. How many people in the world can hold it?

As Dracula’s words sounded, the tidal pressure became stronger and stronger. Only Selena and Yi Han were unaffected by this pressure. As for the other Blood Clan, hey, I’ve been sweating a long time ago. He even knelt on the ground, his knees sinking deeply into the mud. If it were normal, this group of vampires who regarded themselves as nobles in the night would definitely be regarded as a great shame, but now no one dared to say a word, tremblingly.

Because they are friendly forces, the coercion on the eleven clan chiefs is relatively reduced, so their faces are only slightly paler.

Torbjörn is different. Among the Tsmich tribe, he bears the brunt and receives the most coercion. He is now clenching his teeth and insisting that his legs have fallen into the ground for half of the time, but he is still unwilling to kneel down. Kneeling, it means surrender, and can no longer resist, that fear will be branded in the bottom of my heart.

Torbjörn's eyes were scarlet and blood dripping, staring at the Dracula, one of the three ancestors of Blood Clan, who was so calm and even glared back.

"What are you looking for? Didn't you add a handsome guy like me? I tell you, my master is more handsome than me!".

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