To the twilight of the gods

In a high-rise office, Limo was sitting on a chair, flipping through his company letter in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the subordinate next to him felt that he seemed to be in a bad mood.

A batch of tobacco that was supposed to be transported from the city of DeRosa to the city of Cloro was robbed, and the loss was at least 10 pesos, which is not a small amount of money.

Li Mo has lived for countless epochs, and his business is naturally not limited to casinos and taverns, tobacco and alcohol, arms heavy industry, and even ocean ferries. He is involved in all aspects.

If he dared to rob his goods, the other party was also very courageous, either because he didn't know his identity and power, or he did it on purpose.

Li Mo turned to the end and saw the investigation results of his subordinates. Although the guy who robbed him was disguised, he was still found to be from the werewolf group.

Li Mo was not surprised by this. The vampires and werewolves have hated each other for a long time, and there are constant small frictions between them. However, the vampires have Limo, the reigning ancestor, and the werewolves fell apart early. It is lingering.

Presumably, the other party also hated Limo and the blood clan, but Limo didn't care about it. The werewolf clan went to a stranger, and this move was just a struggle before death.

"Send someone to deal with them." Limo put down the letter in his hand, his voice cold.

"Yes." The blood-born bowed down to accept the order and retreated. Li Mo picked up the black tea in his hand and took a sip. Looking at the sunset outside the window with his scarlet eyes, he unconsciously thought of Tilo at home.

He asked his subordinates to prepare lunch and dinner for Tilo, but he didn't know if the other party had a good meal, would he not be used to the food here?

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In the villa, Tilo was sitting on the sofa, holding a pen in his hand, and on the desktop was a world map, which depicted the continental empire of the entire human world in detail.

In this world named Nolte, there are three divided continents, as well as countless islands and countries, and the Alot Empire is located in the third continent.

The third continent is located in the eastern part of the continent group, with a suitable climate and temperature. It is the largest of the three continents and the most suitable for human habitation. There are countless mineral resources in the ground.

The Alot Empire was born here, prospered here, and spread over 60% of the world's land. It is the most powerful empire in the world today and guides the pace of the world.

But Tilo doesn't care about these things. The human empire is just a plaything for him. What he cares about is only the demons sleeping on this planet.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps disturbed Tilo's thinking. The footsteps outside were chaotic and varied in number. Then, there was a scream, and the footsteps followed towards the villa gate.

Tilo frowned slightly, and he recognized that the screams were the screams of the blood descendants left by Limo.

"thumping!"

The gate of the villa was violently broken open, and the moonlight outside followed, and Tilo saw clearly the figures who broke the door. There were about a dozen of them, tall and tall, with dark green vertical pupils.

"Is there anyone else?" The leading figure was a little surprised to see Tilo, and the men behind him also stopped moving.

Tilo was wearing a loose white shirt, looked at the fallen blood in the garden outside the door, and then slowly turned his gaze back, looking at the group of people with cold and contemptuous eyes.

"Werewolf?" His voice was cold, and the divine power on his body was faintly present. At this moment, the air seemed to be heavy.

Tilo has seen many demons, and the werewolf naturally knows them. The most notable features of the latter are their tall stature and their violent green vertical pupils. They are one of the many demon groups.

The leading werewolf frowned upon hearing this. According to their information, there was no such human beside Esraish.

Could it be blood race?

The class of werewolves is not high, and their strength is also very poor. Compared with Limo, they are even more different, so they can't find Tilo's supernatural power that is different from ordinary people, and they can't find out his identity.

Soon, the leading werewolf ordered,

"kill him!"

In the eyes of this group of werewolves, Tilo is obviously someone close to Limo, and their purpose this time is also very simple, that is, they want to burn Limo's villa, which is regarded as revenge for the blood clan.

Very reckless behavior.

A werewolf rushed towards Tilo, the fur on his hands was ferocious, and his claws were stained with blood, and he was about to fall on Tilo's head.

"boom!"

The werewolf's body was overturned in an instant and hit the wall, bringing up a lot of gravel fragments.

Surprise appeared in the eyes of the leading werewolf, but Tilo stood up calmly, with no extra emotion in his gray eyes, looking at the group of werewolves as if he was looking at a group of corpses.

"Bastard, kill him!" The werewolves were restless, and another werewolf rushed towards Tilo. The leading werewolf had no time to stop him, so he could only watch him rush towards Tilo.

Tilo gently squeezed the pen, facing the werewolf's pounce, his eyes narrowed slightly.

In an instant, the flow of time slowed down, and the eyes of the crow outside the window slowly turned. I saw Tilo holding the pen and scribbling casually between the werewolf's neck, blood spurting out and splashing in the air.

The moment the time resumed, the werewolf fell to the ground clutching his throat, sobbing and unable to speak.

The pen in Thilo's hand slowly dripped a drop of blood, his expression was cold, he shook off the blood, and looked at the group of werewolves again.

"You...!" The werewolf whose throat was cut, reached out to grab the corner of Tilo's clothes, but was glanced at by the other party, and then randomly stepped on the werewolf's head with great strength. The floor then collapsed with cobwebs, and the werewolf completely lost its vitality.

Under the moonlight, the werewolves lost their minds, growled and showed a ferocious appearance as beasts. Their bloody wolf mouths and sharp claws were extremely terrifying under the moonlight and light.

It's just that Tilo's eyes were as calm as a lake from beginning to end. He threw away the pen in his hand, then raised his right hand to hold it empty, and the blood-colored divine power quickly gathered in his hand, forming a blood-colored pointed gun.

The leader of the werewolf came to Tilo, and the sharp claws attacked, but he was easily resisted by the sharp spear. It was the first time that the sharp claws that made the wolf tribe proud encountered an iron wall.

Tilo even just held the gun with one hand, and the huge strength instantly threw the werewolf away, and hit the elbow with his left hand on the jaw of the werewolf beside him.

The latter only felt that his head was hit hard, even as strong as an elephant, and before he could react, he was thrown flying by the sharp gun, and fell to the ground together with the chair.

Behind Tilo, a werewolf flew up and aimed at Tilo's slender and fair neck.

For any creature, the neck is the most vulnerable and important part.

It's just that Tilo was not in a hurry, and he didn't even dodge at all. He just randomly rotated the sharp gun in his hand and aimed it behind him, and then put his hand against the end of the sharp gun.

"Puff—"

The sharp spear pierced through the werewolf's chest in an instant. The latter's sharp claws were less than a fingertip away from his neck, but it was as insurmountable as a moat.

There were two werewolves attacking beside him, Tilo pulled out his sharp gun and gently shook off the blood, tilted his head to avoid the attacking claws at will, stepped back two steps, and then the sharp gun in his hand turned into a blood mist and dispersed, When it condensed again in the next moment, it turned into a straight blood sword.

The sword blade cut through the werewolf's throat in an instant, and the splashed blood stained his white shirt red, but those gray eyes remained unmoved.

For Thilo, killing has long been a routine.

He is holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, and his movements are extremely agile. Limo's scarlet divine power has been completely absorbed by him, greatly enhancing Tilo's speed and reflexes, so that in Tilo's eyes, the movements of these low-level werewolves are like Like a snail.

Blood gushed out continuously, Tilo avoided the furious blow of the werewolf sideways, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and pierced the opponent's heart, then pulled out the blade without any muddle, and turned away from the latter's attack range.

With a "plop", the werewolf fell to the ground.

In less than 3 minutes, among the dozens of werewolves who broke into the villa, only the last werewolf leader remained. Mido tall giant wolf.

But Tilo didn't seem to see the giant wolf, gently raised his hand, wiped the scarlet blood on his cheeks, then held the sword hilt with his backhand and disappeared in place, appearing in front of the giant wolf.

The giant wolf howled and slapped Tilo with its sharp claws, but the latter's figure flickered again and disappeared in front of it.

The ground was smashed into several cracks by the sharp claws of the giant wolf, and the lethality was extremely terrifying.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced through the wolf's head from top to bottom, and the wolf's howl before dying was full of unwillingness.

The body of the giant wolf fell to the ground. Tilo jumped off the body and wiped the blood on his face with the sleeve of his white shirt. The long sword inserted in the head of the giant wolf spontaneously turned into a blood mist and dissipated.

The entire living room of the villa was in a mess due to the battle. Tilo looked at the blood on his hands, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, took some water to wash off the blood on his face.

Finally, he returned to another small living room, put away the map, picked up the milk biscuit on the table and took a bite.

It was raining outside the window at this time, Tilo turned on the kerosene lamp, gently raised his hand to summon a ray of blood-colored divine power, and looked at the divine power slightly in a daze.

Limo's supernatural power was beyond his expectations. No matter what aspect it was, he had already entered the first echelon of gods and demons. He was completely worthy of the title of the ancestor of the blood clan. He used it very smoothly and smoothly.

Withdrawing his divine power, Tilo casually picked up a book that fell from the bookcase next to him and flipped through it.

When Limo got off the carriage holding an umbrella and smelled the blood in the air, he frowned slightly.

When walking past the blood descendant, he casually dropped some divine power to resurrect the blood descendant, then walked all the way past the corpse of the werewolf, and saw the figure of Xin Xinnian in the living room.

Thilo was covered in a lot of blood, sitting on a chair, sipping biscuits, holding a book in his hand.

In the living room, there were werewolf corpses everywhere. Obviously, this group of werewolves were killed by Tilo alone.

Seeing that Tilo was fine, Limo was inexplicably relieved. The former also heard his footsteps, closed the book, and looked at him with gray eyes.

"There are werewolves coming to attack here." Tilo's voice was cold and calm.

"It seems to be the remnants of the previous werewolf clan," Limo nodded slightly, walked past the corpse of the giant wolf, came to Tilo, and took out the handkerchief from his pocket.

Then Limo bent down, held Tilo's cheek, and wiped away the few drops of blood from his ear and neck.

Tilo was a little puzzled by Limo's behavior, and couldn't understand the demon's thinking for a while.

"I'll talk about it later, their blood is dirty, go take a bath." Limo took back the handkerchief, with a gentle voice, and pulled Tilo's messy hair behind his ears with his fingertips.

Tilo didn't like this kind of close contact with the devil, so he moved his head slightly, got up and left the living room to go to the bathroom.

Li Mo withdrew his fingertips, and the blood descendant behind him knelt down beside him after completing the restoration.

"I'm sorry, Master Limo, I didn't complete your order."

Li Mo didn't care, but was silent for a while, with a smile in his eyes, "It's okay, clean up the body."

After that, Limo turned and left to get Tilo a change of clothes, with a happy arc on the corner of his mouth.