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The piano music came to an abrupt end, and a lonely beam of light hit the raised stage in the middle.

All the vampires stopped talking and stared at the beam of light that looked like a god.

Andre pulled Lyons to avoid the crowd moving forward, and hid in the outermost corner of the hall.

The host of the banquet finally appeared after the guests' revelry. He was dressed in a red dress, and his short red hair was dazzling scarlet.The smile on his face was sincere and wicked.

That is the "god" of this group of blood races, a dirty and sick devil.

The vampires bowed down to pay respect, or humbly or hypocritically called out the voice's name: "Master Derek."

All senior members of the Datura Guild know that "God" is nothing but a false shadow.They are not religions short of believers, they are wolves gathered and waiting for blood.

Derek, that's the wolf.

After retiring from the world, the blood clan has a clear internal hierarchy, and the low-level blood clan can't hunt wantonly, let alone increase their strength by sucking blood or first embracing.

Classes are rigid, and those with power will always be the aristocrats.Those who have no right can only go out to capture their own rations at special times.

The arrogant blood clan was not satisfied with this status quo, so they attempted to rebel.

But there were only a small number of them, and there were very few small families that survived the war, and many of them advocated peaceful escape from the world, and only a few war elements were aggrieved all day long.

Until the appearance of Derek, the small group that did not have a climate gathered together and gradually became a climate.

Today, their "revolution" is finally about to succeed.

"Thank you for coming." Derek bowed on the high platform and saluted the other blood races. "Today is the celebration banquet and my coronation day."

"Before announcing our achievements, please allow me to introduce the honored guests of today's feast." Derek held his head high, his sharp fangs exposed, his eyes squinted, and looked towards the gate of the banquet hall.

His stance, lines, and even expressions are all rehearsed and just right.

As soon as the voice fell, the door creaked open, and the white light was like a road paved in the sky, extending from the door into the hall.

"Crack."

"Crack."

Boots and crutches complement each other, one is long and thick, the other is short and sharp.

"Click."

The person who came stopped, the ancient collared cloak covered most of his face, and the dark gold button on the collar shone slightly.

He took off his courtesy and looked up at Derek who was standing on the high platform.

Derek bowed deeply to him, then knelt down on one knee, and said, "Thank you very much for coming, Your Majesty Vijorel, my respected Lord Blood Emperor."

Derek's kneeling seemed to be a signal, and all the vampires present knelt down one after another, leaving only Andre and Lyons in the corner, which was particularly abrupt.

Vijorel kept looking at Derek, seemingly uninterested in the others.

"Your Majesty, please take your seat." Derek stood up, and the palm of his hand guided the light beam to hit the high platform opposite him.

Vijorel didn't say a word, suddenly a layer of smoke filled the air, a few bats flew past everyone's ears, and condensed into a man's appearance on the high platform seat.

The inherent coercion made the vampires breathless.

At the same time as fear, there are subtle jealousy and resentment. This is the real blood noble, and they will never be comparable to others.

After Vijorel appeared, Andre's expression was no longer so relaxed. He stared at Derek and whispered: "Seriously."

Upon hearing this, Lyons glanced at Andre calmly, then turned his gaze back to Derek and Vijorel, and asked, "Replacement?"

With a smile on the corner of Andre's mouth, he replied, "Kill my father."

"The position of blood prince has always been vacant. Over the years, there have been constant disputes. There have been many fish in troubled waters. People who deliberately dissected want to seek the position of prince. My family has always been worried about this." Derek made a worried look. , looking at the blood race in the hall with compassion.

"Prince Waldron met a bad man, mistook a jackal for a loyal dog, and was stabbed to death in the castle by his own child." Derek looked sad, and then shouted angrily, "And the criminal has been at large! Occupying the position of prince for a hundred years! As the child of the prince, Derek finally got revenge today, and is willing to accept the position of prince for his father!"

"I hope His Majesty the Blood Emperor will be a witness."

As Derek said, he buried his head and knelt down towards Vijorel again.

His speech was impassioned, but it was full of nonsense.

The vampires below sighed and praised, speaking for their chief wolf, while on the real throne, Vijorel looked at Derek indifferently, without relief or anger, just like looking at another lifeless stone sculpture.

"The proof of Andre's death." Vijorel said, his voice was as cold as a snow mountain in winter, suppressing the passion that had just been exaggerated in the banquet.

Derek had been prepared for a long time, he took out a ring and held it up to Vijorel.

The ring was dull, a dead branch with overgrown branches.The twigs curled up and formed a circle, and a small new sprout sprouted from the joint.

The dead wood ring was stained with blood and was lifeless, only a piece of green bud revealing bits and pieces of vitality.

"Your Majesty must know this thing." Derek grinned. "Andre's dead wood ring has been hidden in the coffin, and it scares the forbidden law. Unless the owner dies, other people can't touch it. I think this is enough to explain a lot of things .”

Vijorel waved his hand, and a bat roared away, grabbing the deadwood ring.

Lyons frowned and asked in a low voice, "Your things?"

Andre nodded.

"I have two deadwood rings, one for me and one for Vijorel, and it's my birth gift." Andre's face was not very good, and he looked at Derek with killing intent, "It seems that I teach children Way too wrong, some things he can't move."

As if Andre's words were fulfilled, Vijorel's expression was not pleasant.

He looked at the dead wood ring for a long time, then clenched his palms suddenly, and looked at Derek coldly: "It's just a ring. The blood patriarch couldn't completely kill Andre even if he activated the forbidden method, but you want to get it with a ring?" Isn't the title of prince too whimsical?"

"What evidence does Your Majesty want?" Derek's smile remained on his face, and he glared at Vijorel fiercely.

"I will find someone to verify whether Andre is dead. The patricide blood will inherit his father's ability," Vijorel squinted his eyes, as if he could see through Derek at a glance, "and you seem to be an exception."

"You and Andre are both brothers and father and son. It can be considered that there are certain peculiarities. It is too early to draw conclusions." Vijorel said.

"Your Majesty Vijorel. You know my purpose, why bother to pretend to be crazy here." There was no respect in Derek's tone, and following his movements, the door closed with a "bang".

"I am determined to win the position of prince. You have reserved the title for that coward for so many years, and now it is time to let go. We honor you as the blood emperor, but we do not want the weak to gain power." Derek stood up, and the vampires in the hall also began to stir , "The rules of the blood clan have to be changed a long time ago. The nobles with noble blood are actually timid and fearful. The distribution of power and resources is unfair. Why should we go out to hunt and raise a group of incompetent waste. "

"What's so good about Andre, he killed Waldron, but he didn't dare to assume the title of patricide and ascend to the throne of prince. This is not what a coward is! I can, I am stronger and more fearless than him. I am the prince The best candidate!" Derek squinted his eyes and clapped his palms, and the vampires in the hall flashed their fangs at the king they had bowed to just now.

Vijorel was unmoved, he was still sitting, scanning the vampires in the hall, as if he was looking at a mob.

"The position of the prince is only given to those who are capable," Vijorel said, ignoring the vampires under the high platform, "I will admit your position after confirming Andre's death. But now, it is not the time."

Vijorel ruthlessly interrupted the self-anesthesia of this group of vampires, they were ugly and crazy.It made Vijorel uncomfortable, even nauseated.

He hates vampires driven by desire.

Derek had a grim expression, staring at Vijorel, and then laughed loudly: "In this case, please stay with me for a few more days, Your Majesty, until...you confirm."

He raised his hand, his nails cut his wrist, and blood dripped on the high platform.

The top of the banquet suddenly brightened, and the blood flowed upwards, drawing a huge formation.

Seeing the formation, the vampires all laughed and yelled for Vijorel to stay.Their words were frivolous, their expressions were disdainful, and they didn't look like they were respectful just now.

"Great hospitality is hard to come by." Vijorel raised his head, looked at the rotating formation, and said coldly, "But I'm not interested in carnivaling with a group of low blood races. I wish your banquet a success, Derek."

After the words fell, Vijorel frowned and looked at the vampires under the high platform, and turned into a group of bats and disappeared into the hall.

The formation quietly circulated and was not activated.

Fei Lue's bat brushed around the hall, creating a gust of wind in Andre's ears.

The wound on Derek's wrist has healed, and dried blood hangs on his pale skin like a demon from hell.

"Some small deviations." Derek's facial muscles were pulled stiffly and he gave a weird grin. "Our majesty is a bit rigid. I believe everyone will tolerate his small problems. Let's continue the carnival! Our banquet will be held soon. continue!"

Andre sneered, and said to Lyons amidst cheers, "He's crazy."

"You've always said he's a lunatic." Reigns reminded with a cold face, unable to fathom Andre's emotional changes.

"Killing me made Derek lose his only prudence and reason. Arrogance is his only characteristic now." Andre looked at Derek who raised his mouth on the high platform and said, "If he used to be crazy Some talent, now it's just stupidity."

Lyons looked at Derek who was wrapped in a red dress on the high platform, surrounded by cheering vampires.

Pursue, praise, surrender.

The poison to paralyze the nerves has been fed, just waiting for the last poisonous sting.

"I think I see what you mean," Lyons said.