Tome of Blood

In the drunk dream salon.

Wearing masks and gorgeously dressed nobles are still enjoying crazy, depraved, corrupt and dark parties.

Music, grinning, lashing, cursing mixed with groans, screams, cries, and begging for mercy.

However, just as the nobles were indulging in wild beast-like indulgence, the crystal lamp in the hall suddenly flickered, and the blood-colored mist surged from the cracks in the floor...

Accompanied by sharp and resentful howls, countless twisted and resentful spirits poured into the hall, rushing towards the handsome nobles one after another!

The nobles who were enjoying themselves had no time to react, and they were swarmed by ferocious resentful spirits, biting their flesh and soul.

The screams suddenly sounded in the hall, and the Drunken Dream Salon quickly fell into chaos.

"What?! What is this?!"

"Ahh! My hand... my hand...!"

"Evil spirits! They are evil spirits and ghosts!"

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

"ah--!"

The wraiths ran around and took revenge on the nobles in the hall.

Thousands of dead souls attacked at the same time, and the nobles who were caught off guard had no time to resist. Some of those who did not have extraordinary power or did not enter the rank were quickly torn into pieces...

However, if you look carefully, you will find that the attacks of these dead souls are not irregular.

The teenage girls in the cages and the music girls were equally terrified, but not attacked by them.

Their targets... are only the nobles present.

"Go away! You dirty bastards!"

Some powerful participating nobles quickly reacted.

They didn't bother to put on clothes, and took up weapons to fight the wraiths. However, their counterattack quickly aroused the anger of the wraiths, and they were immediately swarmed by countless wraiths.

"Ahhhh!"

Accompanied by shrill screams, a powerful noble whose strength almost touched the second level of Silver Moon was directly bitten into a pile of minced meat under the siege of hundreds of resentful spirits...

Looking at the manor that instantly turned into a purgatory on earth, Jordan, the son of Earl Gaston who served as the auctioneer, was stunned.

With an exclamation, Jordan looked terrified and his legs were weak.

He gritted his teeth, and crawled towards the outside of the hall, but soon felt something grabbing his hind legs...

Jordan trembled slightly, turned his head stiffly, and saw a female corpse with empty eyes crawling on the ground, with sharp nails embedded in his flesh and blood, and the dark eye sockets with blood and tears facing his eyes, with a hoarse and horrifying voice:

"If... Er... Dan..."

Jordan's eyes widened suddenly.

He recognized it. It was the first time he participated in the Drunken Dream Salon, the commoner girl who gouged out the eyes of the other party because he hated the purity of the other party's eyes...

After being caught by his hind legs, more wraiths crawled towards him.

And when he saw the distorted cheeks under the spirit body through the black mist of the wraith, and saw those familiar girls, he finally understood what happened:

"She...they! It's them...!"

"They're alive! They're coming for revenge!"

"Don't...don't! I...I was wrong...! I was wrong!"

Jordan collapsed on the ground, feces and urine were poured out, and tears flowed.

He looked at the wraith crawling towards him in horror, and kept begging for mercy.

But no one listened to him.

The wraiths swarmed up and drowned him in the darkness.

"ah……!"

He just let out a shrill scream, and soon... he was completely silent.

...

Dungeon study.

The magic pool was destroyed by Sebastian, and Earl Tulip, who had completely lost his extraordinary power, turned pale.

While watching the motionless blood servant outside the door vigilantly, he endured the severe pain of the magic pool being destroyed, and cut the rope behind him bit by bit with the knife he hid.

However, just when he was halfway through, he heard faint screams coming from above.

He paused slightly, then quickly lowered his head, and began to untie the rope at a faster speed.

And just when Tulip was about to succeed, black mist gradually spread in the study room, and one after another resentful spirits slowly emerged from the ceiling, from the wall, from the gap in the door...

More and more resentful spirits gather...

When Earl Tulip finally regained his freedom, the entire study room was almost filled with evil spirits.

The joy of regaining freedom hadn't been mentioned yet, but Earl Tulip looked up and saw the twisted and terrifying figures surrounded by black mist.

Looking at the "girls" with ferocious faces, his expression froze.

Pulling out a smile with difficulty, he murmured dryly:

"So this is ah."

In the next second, the wraiths screamed in unison and rushed forward, completely submerging him...

...

Tonight was destined to be another sleepless night in Boulder City.

With the outburst of monstrous resentment, almost all the supernatural beings in Boulder City felt it, and looked towards the junction of the outer city and the western city.

Among them, mages and priests of the church feel the deepest.

In their perception, the astonishing resentment spewed out like an erupting volcano, almost covering the sky...

As for the manor where Drunken Dream Salon is located, it has been completely swallowed up by the black evil spirit.

On the ground, the demon hunter knights who discovered the problem had already started to act, and rushed towards the place where the resentment erupted as quickly as possible.

However, someone is faster.

In the eastern part of the city, in the direction of the cathedral and the duke's mansion, two powerful auras rose successively.

In the darkness of night, two meteors lifted off into the sky and rushed towards the direction where the resentment erupted.

It was the great priest Linus and the Duke of Boulder Andre.

"Where did the necromancer come from? How dare you summon the undead in Boulder City?!"

The faster high priest looked terrified.

He was angry, really angry.

He is preparing for the officiant competition!

Leaving aside the death of the great knight, that is the power beyond Chi Yang.

As long as he operates properly and beats him up, even if the higher-ups find that the evil god has revived, he may not necessarily be blamed.

But if something evil like the plague of the undead broke out in Boulder City at this time, his dream of the priest would really be in danger.

The great priest was anxious and angry, wishing he could rush to the scene immediately and cut the necromancer who caused trouble into pieces.

However, when he gradually approached the place where his resentment erupted, he soon fell into suspicion again.

etc……

this direction...

Could it be... the Drunken Dream Salon? !

It is not that the great priest has participated in the salon without hiding his identity.

As the umbrella of the Drunken Dream Salon, he certainly knew that there was a shadow of the Blood Demon Cult in it.

The high priest's expression suddenly changed.

Even the plague of the undead.

If the secret of Drunken Dream Salon is exposed because of this, if his relationship with Drunken Dream Salon is made public, then his dream of the priest will really be shattered!

be quick……

Must be fast!

Before everyone else, he had to kill this necromancer who didn't know who had a cramp, and then completely destroy the secret of Drunken Dream Salon!

Feeling the approaching aura from the Duke's Mansion, the great priest took a deep breath and rushed towards the incident site at a faster speed.

However, just after he arrived at the scene, he slammed on the brakes and looked at the manor gushing out of resentment in surprise.

As a priest, he can see more things than ordinary extraordinary people...

In the monstrous resentment, he felt a familiar breath.

That breath, vicissitudes, ancient, deep, dark.

Make him tremble, make him terrified.

That was the breath of the evil spirit he had sensed from the destroyed holy emblem of the great knight Erde!

The great priest swallowed hard, and tremblingly opened his eyes of faith that could directly look at the power of God.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the dazzling crimson light in the black evil spirit, like a blood moon hanging high!

Cthulhu!

What caused this disaster of the undead... was the evil god who descended!

That evil god is now in the manor of Drunken Dream Salon!

Realizing the culprit of the undead disaster, the high priest's face turned pale instantly.

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