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The door opened, and the doorman stood at the door with his head bowed, not daring to go beyond it.

"I know. But what I'm more curious about is, how do you know that the dinner party has started?" Andre looked down at him, as if unhappy at his recklessness.

The doorman suddenly turned pale and his lips trembled.

He wanted to explain that it was the God Lord who asked him to pay attention, but he didn't dare to speak.Reasoning with a capable lunatic will probably not please him.

"I... I saw the servants of the gods went underground, so... I guessed it." The doorman stuttered and almost knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.

The air was still, and it wasn't until the doorman almost cried that Andre lifted the doorman's chin and looked at him as if he were picking a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Stop speculating about things you shouldn't know." Andre said coldly, "Go to the basement."

The door boy who was let go had his legs weak, and let out a long breath, thankful for saving his life.The doorman came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and followed Andre.

The altar said "Go to the basement", who knows whether he is to lead the way or what, after saying hello, there is no reason why he dare not go.

There seemed to be more than one person with the same thoughts as the doorman, and Liang Liang, who had been following the Lord God, also followed.The doorman turned his head to look at the man who was regarded as a blood slave. His sharp-edged face was hidden by the lights in the corridor. His sharp eyes and tight lips were not weak at all.It's completely different from the boys and girls with thin waists and big butts following those dukes and barons.

The doorman was a little jealous of the calmness of the "Blood Slave". He looked so neither humble nor overbearing, neither obedient nor obsequious, and only such a person was worthy of being a blood slave to the God Lord.

The entrance to the basement is on the side of the hall. Unexplained oil flowers hang on both sides of the pure white staircase. The stairs spiral down without any lighting on both sides. Only the gold inlaid pattern on the handrail can give a faint light.When the stairs wind down to the ground, there is only pure darkness left.

"My lord, the following is where the banquet will be held." The doorman stood still beside the stairs. He was only a low-level blood and was not allowed to participate in the banquet, so he could not go to the basement.

Andre nodded and stepped up the stairs.

"click"

"click"

The sound of boots stomping on the ground echoed in the hall, and Lioness followed closely behind, with a sudden force on his wrist.

Lyons subconsciously wanted to attack the person behind him, so he forcibly held back and turned around, facing the doorman with a crazy expression on his face.

Lyons looked at the doorman in silence for a moment, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The doorman was stunned by his indifference, and quickly realized: "Are you crazy? Blood slaves can't know the way to the banquet. If you go in like this, you will be executed sooner or later."

As he said this, he glanced at Andre's back fearfully: "The God Lord is mysterious and unpredictable. Since you are a blood slave, you will die if you don't pay attention. Here, wear it, and be sensible." Only when the God Lord is happy can he live alive."

Lyons looked down at the mask in his palm, not knowing what to say for a while.

The doorman only thought that his mind was dull or he was still not reconciled, so he patted Lyons on the shoulder comfortingly: "It is very rare to be blessed by the Lord God. Whether it is a blessing or a disaster depends on you personally. It is best to be honest and think about what to do. Please please the Lord God, and life will be easier."

After he finished speaking, he disappeared into the corridor when he came with a look of deep merit and fame.

Lyons held the mask, feeling his facial nerves twitch.

Blood slave?Fortunately?Please?

After thinking about it carefully, the hunter took a deep breath, put on his mask, and turned to chase after his "Master God".

Andre's hearing was excellent, and he could hear the doorman's words clearly, so when the hunter's footsteps sounded around him, Andre's lips curled up somewhat unkindly.

In the dim environment, Andre turned his head to look at his "blood slave".

The golden mask is in the shape of an eagle, covering only the upper half of the hunter's face. There are lifelike feathers carved around the mask, like an eagle spreading its wings.The hollow outline of the eyes is pointed upwards, coupled with Lyons' eyes, it really looks like a hunting eagle.

A little tip of the nose is exposed under the mask, and the high bridge of the nose props up the entire mask, leaving no gaps.And the sunken lips and the resolute chin.

It has to be said that the appearance of Lioness is Andre's favorite candidate for blood slave.

The stairs go deep into the ground, and when the light is completely blocked, a new world finally appears in front of you.

Elegant piano music flows in the dark, and the sound of conversation and the sound of wine glasses clinking is close at hand.At the end of the stairs, there is a corridor, a distance of more than ten steps, which is the process of transition from darkness to light.

Dim light spread to the bottom of the feet from not far away, and inside an open door were banquet guests holding wine glasses and chatting wantonly.

Andre savored the smell in the air carefully, the greedy, weird, cruel breath was mixed and dignified.The main note is the smell of blood that can almost drip blood.

This is a feast for the blood clan.

Reigns also felt something, he frowned and touched the gun at his waist.With two boxes of ammunition, plus the bullets in the gun itself, he can kill up to thirty vampires.And the number of guests in this hall is obviously much more than thirty.

So after the silver gun is useless, he needs to fight with a dagger, which will be a difficult battle...

"Lines." Andre climbed onto the hunter's shoulders. At this moment, Lioness was an arrow that was about to leave the string. The muscles in his hands were tense due to tension, and the blood was boiling. "Don't be so surprised."

"The blood race has never been expelled. The victory of the Great War is a lie to mankind, a false trophy." Andre said.

Lyons stared at the banquet and turned to look at Andre.

"I admit that you have killed many blood clans," Andre comforted in time, "even prince-level blood clans have fallen in your hands..."

"What do you want to say?" Lioness patted off Andre's hand on his shoulder and asked unhappily.

Andre retreated embarrassingly, looked at the bustling and prosperous banquet hall, raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Vampires are lunatics who are not afraid of death, they are stupid beasts. Death and pain can't suppress the bad roots hidden in the blood. Shedding the world is not for you Compromise, but our own salvation."

"And a group of vampires who never suppress their desires and act recklessly are monsters that humans cannot defeat anyway." Andre pointed to the gathered guests and said, "I'm not saying that these vampires are invincible, they will eventually For self-indulgence and arrogance lead to perdition more quickly."

Andre's words were like whispers and curses.Disdain and pity.

A blood race in the hall noticed Andre standing outside the door, and was immediately amazed. He took a wine glass from the passing waiter, and walked out with a smile on his face.

"I've never seen you before, which family do you come from?" The blood clan asked, handing over a bottle of wine.

"Lawrence is my father." Andre took the wine glass and toasted the vampire, "I salute you, Lord Viscount."

The viscount was a little contemptuous when he heard the words of Lawrence, and looked at Andre presumptuously: "You are much prettier than your father, is this next to you?"

"Thanks for the compliment." Andre glanced at Lyons and introduced casually, "My blood slave."

"Same as Lawrence, low taste." The Viscount frowned and backed away, as if he regretted the glass of wine he gave him.

Andre didn't take it seriously, and mixed into the banquet hall with a wine glass.

The viscount is not considered a noble in the blood clan, but just has some status.And in the banquet, most of them are also this kind of stuff.

The guests here are generally not of high bloodlines and young age, so they don't receive much respect within the blood clan.So they gathered together here, flattering and paralyzing each other.

Lyons had let go of the silver gun a long time ago, and these vampires couldn't even distinguish the dangerous smell on his body, and only regarded him as a "pet" brought by a lecherous person.His thirty rounds seemed more than enough.

"This is the monster that humans can't defeat?" Lyons followed Andre and whispered.

Andre squinted at Lyons, and replied: "You are not human, Mr. Inspector. Humans have no bloodlines that can resist the ability of blood clans, and human lifespan will not last hundreds of years, or even longer."

Andre looked at Lyons quietly, and said slowly: "Don't be so stingy, we are all immortal monsters, we should treat each other with respect."

"..." Lyons regretted it, he couldn't say enough about Andre at all.This vampire doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. It scolds people with cynicism and attacks indiscriminately.

"Arrogant people will kill themselves. This is true of blood races, and so is human beings." Andre scanned the hall.

There are many low-level blood races or humans wearing masks mixed here. They are all blood slaves or pets. They follow behind their masters. They are vases that can be enjoyed and delicious.

"Try something delicious once, and you will pursue higher and more exciting things. When human beings are not satisfied, they will look for low-level blood. If low-level blood can't satisfy their desires, they will focus on nobles." Andre like When reciting the scriptures, it is generally said, "Cannibalism, blood chaos. All blood races that grow with wanton desires will perish."

It's a vicious cycle of debauchery, just like weeds growing wildly in a flowerpot take nutrients from the flowers and eventually start competing for resources among themselves.

Until everything is wasted, polluted.

"It's disgusting, isn't it?" Andre turned to look at Lyons.

The hunter's expression was mostly hidden behind the mask.He didn't say anything, and his expression didn't change, as if he had heard an unimportant joke.

"You are increasing the bargaining chip for the elimination of the vampire." Lyons said.

Andre smiled indifferently: "Just tell the truth."

Lyons looked around the banquet hall, all the blood races were dressed in beautiful clothes.Well-cut dresses of various colors with patterns, expensive dresses, and sexy skirts.

This group of people fit perfectly with the fluttering piano music.

But no matter how elegant the music is, no matter how expensive the red wine is, they can't hide the rotten smell on their bodies.

This is a bunch of fallen demons.