Zombie King of Blood Race

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Due to the dark night, it was impossible to see the scenery and weather outside the window clearly, but the moon, which had never appeared, told everyone that it was another cloudy day tonight.

Whether it was day or night, the sky had been cloudy these past few days, so everyone was not surprised that it was another cloudy day tonight.

But to everyone's surprise, the rain that hadn't rained all this time finally came down with lightning and thunder tonight.

The sound of rain hitting the window broke the tranquility of the house, and everyone looked up at the window not far away that was constantly being hit by rain.

"It's raining?"

"It's really raining."

"Her Majesty...?"

"It's okay, I just look at it."

Signaling her personal maid not to bring her a cloak to keep out the cold, Her Majesty stood up and walked towards the window.

I couldn't see the scenery outside the window clearly, but just by the sound of the rain hitting the window, I knew it was raining heavily. Her Majesty frowned slightly, thinking to herself.

Will their actions be affected by such heavy rain?

After only watching for a moment, she returned to her original position and sat down again. Her Majesty raised her eyebrows slightly, which made the atmosphere that had just eased become dignified again.

She had the same worry as Her Majesty the Queen. Compared to the calmness of the veterans who hid their anxiety and worries in their hearts, the personal maids behind Her Majesty frequently cast their eyes on the windows that had been wet by the rain.

The night was getting deeper, but no one was asleep. Except for the Queen who was resting with her eyes closed, everyone else had their eyes open and was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Nabarro, who had been standing by the window and was thinking about something, turned around and looked at the door. For some reason, he suddenly had a bad premonition, which made him frown slightly.

Together with Nabarro, she noticed the sound outside the door. Unlike Nabarro who frowned slightly, Sheila raised the corner of her mouth and showed a deep smile. His smile also attracted Tausig's sideways glance.

Why did he feel that the bastard's smile was a little weird?

Is it his delusion?

Then, following Nabarro, she also noticed something, and Her Majesty the Queen and her senior ministers who opened their eyes turned their gazes to the door.

Da-da-da.

This is the sound of shoes hitting the ground. From the inconsistent rattling, it can be inferred that there seem to be many people coming, and they are not in a hurry.

Like Nabarro, a bad premonition arose in her heart, and Her Majesty the Queen stared at the door intently, her face sinking like water.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and with the slight pause of the footsteps, the door that had been closed was pushed open from the outside, and as the door was pushed open, the figure standing outside the door was finally revealed. In front of everyone.

With black hair, silver-gray eyes, and an ancient dress, this man was none other than Her Majesty's enemy, and his uncle, the Duke of Beardsley.

I was very surprised that the Grand Duke Beardsley would appear here. Her Majesty the Queen was surprised, but also felt that the dust had settled.

"What? It's strange why I'm here?" Without waiting for Her Majesty's invitation, he strode into the room, and the Duke Beardsley looked at Her Majesty with a smile.

As the Grand Duke Beardsley walked into the side hall, his subordinates also poured into the side hall. They looked sharply at Her Majesty who was still sitting there without changing her expression. Her Majesty was guarding the old officials who were glaring behind her, and the maids standing behind Her Majesty were showing panic.

If Her Majesty the Queen was surprised and confused, then Nabarro was completely angry.

What went wrong, and why are these people here?

He failed?

How could he fail! ! ! !

He didn't care about Her Majesty's cold eyes looking at him, and didn't care about Her Majesty's silence. The Grand Duke Beardsley, who pulled off his gloves a little bit, looked at Her Majesty with a victorious posture and said, "Are you really bad at chess?" One move, my niece."

Why did it fail?

Nabarro was puzzled, and Her Majesty the Queen was also puzzled. After thinking for a long time, she suddenly thought of a possibility...

—someone betrayed her.

who is it?

Her veteran, her personal maid, her bodyguard, her favorite, the person and his assistant that her favorite brought into the palace to help her?

It's not that she doesn't suspect others, but compared to others, Her Majesty the Queen is more suspicious of her personal maid who is easily tempted by others, and the two 'outsiders', Sheila and Tausig.

Compared with the personal maid who walked with her, Her Majesty the Queen was more willing to believe that it was Sheila or Tausig who betrayed him.

Her Majesty the Queen can think of it, but how could Nabarro not think of it, following the Queen's gaze, looking at Sheila and Tausig's Nabarro, without doubting Sheila, he directly shot his angry eyes at Tausig.

He must have betrayed them.

Seeing that after the Queen and Nabarro, everyone also turned their attention to him and Sheila who was standing beside him, Tausig said to himself.

He knew it.

He knew it would be like this.

How is it possible for an 'ordinary person' like him not to be treated as cannon fodder for getting involved in this kind of thing?

That scum of Sheila~~~! ! ! !

Even if he is a ghost, he will not let him go! ! ! !

Maybe they didn't think of it before, but everyone..., because the people on Her Majesty's side have all looked at him sharply, angryly, and eager to drink his blood and eat his flesh. How could he not understand what they were thinking? something.

They are taking him as a traitor, a leaker, a spy!

In other words, it doesn't matter that Her Majesty's people think he is a traitor, a leaker, or a spy, but why does the Duke Beardsley also look at him.

Could it be that……

Did he really act as a traitor to the Duke Beardsley without his knowledge, revealing all the secrets to the Duke?

Of course, this is just Tausig's momentary thought, he is not stupid, how could he not know whether he has leaked the secret, Tausig turned to look at Sheila.

They were looking at him, and possibly Sheila standing beside him, that is to say...

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Sheila had already cast her eyes on him, and Tausig said inwardly again.

This bastard is not trying to blame him! !

With the piss of the bastard, he would indeed do it.

What should he do?

How should he get out of this predicament?

Convince everyone that he is not a whistleblower.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Her Majesty, the cold eyes on the other side made Tausig feel cold.

Sheila the scum, bastard! ! !

Even if he is a ghost, he will not let him go.

Just when Tausig thought that he was about to become a scapegoat, experience another death, or expose himself to kill, Sheila, who had been standing beside him and looked at him with interest, suddenly walked out.

The pace was unhurried, and Sheila's movement instantly attracted everyone's attention, and everyone cast their eyes on Sheila.

Unlike Tausig's weirdness and everyone's incomprehension, Her Majesty's eyes changed, while Nabarro frowned fiercely.

What is Sheila doing?

Why should all eyes be drawn to him?

Does he like this little bug so much?

But what happened next made Nabarro look hideous as if he had been hit by a heavy punch.

Sheila walked in front of the Grand Duke Beardsley, knelt down on one knee, held her hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"Honey, I've finished what you entrusted to me, so can I accept my love?" Sheila said affectionately while looking at the Duke Beardsley.

Tsk, this is really a tragicomedy with climaxes and ups and downs.

Because of Xila's words, the crisis was half resolved, and Tausig, who was no longer the focus of everyone's attention, looked at everyone.

His face turned from ferocious to shocked, and Nabarro looked at Sheila in disbelief.

What does he mean?

Could it be that the leaker was actually him?

This, how is this possible?

How could that leaker be Sheila.

He must have heard wrong.

There was no way Sheila would betray him because of an ordinary person.

So there must be some misunderstanding here.

Yes, it must be so.

Unable to accept the reality in front of him, Nabarro hypnotized himself in his heart.

But no matter how hypnotized he is, the reality is still in front of his eyes, and he has to accept it.

"why?"

Why betray him?

Why betray him for a human being?

Apart from this black hair, what good is this human being?

Why would he betray him for this human being? ! ! !

Hearing Nabarro's questioning, she let go of Duke Beardsley's palm, and Sheila stood up and looked at Nabarro.

——Rather than saying that Sheila let go of the palm of that Duke Beardsley, it would be better to say that that Duke Beardsley pulled out his palm fiercely.Then, that Duke Beardsley wiped his palms with a handkerchief in disgust, as if Sheila was some kind of dirt.

His move also made Nabarro more angry.

What he couldn't ask for, he disliked.

He wants to kill him, he wants to tear him to pieces, he wants to torture him in the most painful way, and kill him! !

"Why? Didn't you already know it? Nabarro." Sheila, who seemed to have not seen the look of disgust and disgust from Grand Duke Beardsley, looked affectionately at Grand Duke Beardsley, turned her head and said with a half-smile.

The huge disparity in his expression also made Nabarro almost full of jealousy, and he looked at Grand Duke Beardsley fiercely.

Looking very impatient at Nabarro's almost hostile gaze, the Duke Beardsley frowned slightly.

Then he raised his hand, signaling those who followed him to do it.

"Are you really going to betray me for this substitute, Sheila?" Nabarro couldn't be frightened by the crowd who rushed up in an instant. He glanced at the crowd contemptuously and questioned Sheila.

"Substitute? How long have we known Nabarro?" Sheila walked slightly, with her hands behind her back, and smiled at Nabarro.

"21 years." Nabarro said with complicated eyes, remembering clearly when and how long he met Sheila.

"Yes, yes, twenty-one years, but I've known Beardsley since he was fifteen."

What do you mean?

………, wait, how old is that bitch today?

It's almost 40 years old!

In other words, has that bitch known Sheila longer than him?

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out to be the case.

Ah ha ha ha ha, it turned out to be like this.

Almost crying at the end of the laugh, Nabarro's eyes on the Duke Beardsley became more dangerous.

What a stand-in.

It turned out that he had been defeated by this ordinary person.

This old ugly (Duke Beardsley really wasn't ugly) weak normal human.

He is not willing!

He is not reconciled! !

He is not reconciled! ! ! !

How could it be possible not to notice the danger in Nabarro's eyes? Sheila stepped forward slightly to block Nabarro's dangerous eyes from looking at Duke Beardsley. Almost flushed with blood.

This play is really wonderful.

At this moment, Tausig has become an insignificant little character, retreating to the corner, constantly weakening his own existence.

In fact, even if he does not weaken, everyone has no time to pay attention to him at this time.

Even if the plan failed completely, even if she was a traitor, even if she was about to die, or was imprisoned for life, that Her Majesty the Queen did not give up.

She confronted her subordinates, those under the Duke of Beardsley.

As long as there is such a slight possibility of flopping, she will not give up.

Compared with Her Majesty the Queen, Nabarro is much inferior.

As a vampire, he is not even as good as a little girl.

Maybe others didn't see it, but Tausig clearly saw the contempt of Her Majesty's disappointment, and Sheila's indifference from beginning to end.

It's no wonder that Sheila always treats him as a fellow or ex-lover. Sheila really doesn't need to care too much about such a spiritually weak person.

The confrontation was intensifying, and the longer it took, the more unfavorable it would be for Her Majesty the Queen compared to the Duke Beardsley who had the overwhelming advantage.

As time went by, she was at the end of her strength, and the long-awaited guards and knights made Her Majesty the Queen understand that the castle might already be under the control of her uncle, the Duke of Beardsley.

But she was really not reconciled.

Unwilling to fail.

Thinking of this, Her Majesty the Queen spat in her heart when she looked at Nabarro, who was still grim and unwilling to look at Duke Beardsley and Sheila.

She is really blind to fall in love with this kind of trash who does more than succeed.

No matter how much she hated her, she still had to accept the reality. Looking at her subdued subordinates, as well as the terrified maids and veterans surrounding her, Her Majesty the Queen closed her eyes fiercely.

She lost.

At the same time, unlike Nabarro, who has recovered from his senses despite the defeat, Her Majesty the Queen still has a trace of not giving up in her heart, and her eyes are filled with blood red.

If it is said that the conversation between Nabarro and Sheila made those "understanders" a little suspicious, then his red eyes at this time made these "understand" people quickly understand what the man in front of them is.

Wei Wei stepped forward, but was stopped by the Grand Duke Beardsley without showing any signs, and then the Grand Duke Beardsley turned to look at Sheila.

The demon in front of him, why does he need his subordinates to do it, it is better to let them kill each other.

"Kill him for me."

"Yes, dear, your command is what my sword is pointing at, even if I sacrifice my life to you, I am willing." Even at this time, he still did not forget the sweet words, and wanted to kiss the back of the Duke Beardsley's hand, Sheila, who was let by him without showing any trace, said with eyes full of expression.

"En." With an extremely perfunctory hum, the Grand Duke Beardsley impatiently signaled Sheila to act quickly instead of talking non-stop here.

She didn't care about Duke Beardsley's perfunctory and impatience, Sheila gave him a doting and loving look, and then turned to look at Nabarro.

If Sheila's betrayal and differential treatment were a heavy blow to Nabarro, then Sheila's unhesitating confrontation made Nabarro's heart ache.

"Are you really going to kill me for him? Sheila." The humane man did not flick his tears easily, but before he reached the point of sadness, a trace of Nabarro flashed in his eyes, and said expressionlessly.

Didn't speak, just chuckled, Sheila was self-evident.

Sheila's ruthlessness made Nabarro's heart so cold that his heart died, and the sparkle in his eyes disappeared, and the blood in his eyes became thicker.

If he didn't want to die, he had no choice but to fight.

Soon, they fought with Sheila, and everyone was dazzled by the inhuman combat power and speed.

While everyone lamented their strength, they were also secretly wary of their strength.

If this race really wants to rule them, do they really have the power to fight back?

The idea that people who are not of my race at this moment must have a different heart is deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone, and grows into a towering tree as time goes by.

He was completely inferior to Sheila in terms of attack power. Nabarro was quickly beaten by Sheila without any power to fight back. Not only was his clothes scratched by Sheila's sharp nails, but also many deep visible bones were scratched on his body by Sheila. scars.

The only illusion in his heart was also wiped out by Sheila's attack. Nabarro, who spit out a mouthful of blood, made a feint and ran in the opposite direction to Sheila.

Just when Sheila thought that Nabarro wanted to escape, he unexpectedly appeared behind Duke Beardsley, and pointed his sharp nails at Duke Beardsley's throat.

"If you don't want him to die, let me go."

While speaking, he sent his sharp nails to Duke Beardsley's throat, and soon there was a trace of blood oozing from Duke Beardsley's throat.

The moment Nabarro restrained Duke Beardsley, he stopped attacking, and Sheila looked at Nabarro coldly.

At the same time, no one expected that such a dramatic reversal would take place. Unlike the nervousness and anxiety of the Duke Beardsley's subordinates, Her Majesty the Queen and Tausig showed strange expressions on their faces.

This drama is really getting better and better.

Now even the reverse drama has appeared.

I don't know how that scum of Sheila should choose.

Should Nabarro be let go, or should...

What else is there to think about.

Since Sheila loves that Duke Beardsley so much, he must choose to let Nabarro go!

When everyone was tense, anxious, and even looked weird and watched the show, Duke Beardsley, who was restrained by Nabarro, clearly felt Nabarro's seriousness.

If they really didn't let Nabarro go, he really didn't mind, and they were dead.

Letting unwillingness fill his heart, Duke Beardsley closed his eyes and ordered, "Let him go."

But as soon as Duke Beardsley said these three words, he looked at Sheila in shock.

How could this be?

Didn't the man in front of him say that he loves him deeply?

He even did not hesitate to betray his fellow clansmen for him.

But why?

Slowly lowering his head, looking at the sharp sword that passed through his chest and pierced Nabarro's chest, a daze flashed in Duke Beardsley's eyes.