The Endless Shuttle

Those workers and soldiers are still trivial matters.

What Miaoyacheng is worried about is that Liana Caruana, the strongest "security guard" in the ruins, will not agree with this result and leave obediently.

Because this is the guy's greatest hope at the moment.

Since Liana’s home, the Count of Caruana was occupied by the "Hungarian Autonomous Union" and the Forgotten Warlord took away the identity of the Caruana family, this old-generation vampire has been thinking about reviving Caru all the time. Ana's house.

And the most effective way is to take refuge in another true ancestor.

The second true ancestor and the third true ancestor will not accept an expelled noble, so the only thing left is the strongest vampire in the world, the fourth true ancestor "Yebo of Flame".

That is to become the elector of the fourth true ancestor.

A tradition that has continued since the time of the Holy Roman Empire, the next emperor was selected by powerful noble princes. And those nobles who became "electors" even possessed greater majesty than the emperor. What Liana Caruana wants to do is to join the power struggle game of the fourth true ancestor.

In other words, this is the thought of everyone participating in the "Banquet of Flames".

How troublesome...

The middle-aged man scratched his head decadently, and hung a reluctant smile.

"It doesn't seem to be great to stand like this...or else, you two will go to the ruins with me first? By the way, I don't know what this person is called?"

"The Honorable Marquis of Aldigia, Rope."

Nangong answered first that month.

"For now... is it my friend?"

"It's amazing, I can be called a friend by the Nangong Attack Demon..." Mao Yacheng teased:

"Or is it that the witch has finally opened up? If you want to hold a wedding banquet, remember to send an invitation to Shensen and me."

"Wow! Do you want me to take your tongue off?"

"You didn't even deny..."

Rope didn't pay attention to the conversation close at hand, his azure blue eyes kept staring at the depths of the ruins.

Through the barrier, through the material, through the strict Zeng Yin, he saw the girl sleeping in the ice coffin.

The skin is white as transparent, and the young face is neat and super mortal, and the low-pigmented blond hair reflects the dim natural light in the tomb, giving out a rainbow-like brilliance.

The twelfth "Nightman of Flames" Aurora Florestina.

I don't know if it is the illusion of the black-haired youth.

The Sleeping Beauty who was sleeping in the ice coffin had a slightly lonely expression.

——Obviously her thinking is in a stopped state at this moment.

But aside from this, it was just a first glance, and Aurora did have the value of letting the devil come to Gozo Island.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Rope frowned slightly.

From the underground outside the ruins, the spirit of the demon **** saw some tiny impurities mixed in the soil.

He asked.

"The moon sauce, the "necromantic magic" of this world, still has a 100% effect under the sun? "

"Apart from ancient astrology, there should be no magic that can be affected by the stars? Necrotic magic is a trick to manipulate life and death, and it is unreasonable that it will be suppressed by the mere sunlight."

Nangong tilted her head that month and looked at Rope strangely.

This demon **** seems to be very knowledgeable in some aspects, but he seems to lack common sense in the details.

"Why are you asking this?"

"nothing."

The black-haired young man shrugged, and then said to Mouyacheng with a question mark on his face.

"You are a member of the ruins investigation team over there, aren't you? Give you a suggestion. Now I will rush back and ask your companion to pick up weapons and props. The trash brother has arrived and is ready to do it."

"...?"

Before Mouya City had time to digest the content of this sentence, from a distance, a young girl screamed from the edge of the camp.

It's like seeing the horror that shouldn't be seen.

And the young girls currently in the camp of the investigation team are only the daughter of Mao Yacheng!

The daughter was in trouble, the middle-aged man instantly threw away his decadent posture, drew a short gun from his waist with his right hand, and ran towards the camp at the speed of the 100-meter sprint champion.

Nangong's eyes became solemn that month.

But she didn't move the space for the first time, turning her head and saying to the black-haired young man...

"Rope, leave it to me here, don't do it."

"decide as things go."

Rope waved his hand.

"That Yuechan went to work, I am now ready to pick up the fourth true ancestor."

"at this time?!"

"Is it possible that I have to wait for the approval of those investigation teams?"

The black-haired youth asked rhetorically.

"It's not the first time to split this island in half, and it's kind enough for them to go to the bottom of the sea to drink sea water. If it weren't for vacation, the idea of ​​just daring to peek at what belongs to me would cost them their lives."

The devil is too lazy to care about first come first.

What he wants, predetermined in his heart, then it is his.

There is no overbearing, the things of the gods must be the gods, and if you are not convinced, you can make the unconvinced person stand in front of him and say that he will never let that person live for the second second.

——The violence of the God of Evil Chong is not just for fun.

"Your character is really terrible..."

There was no time to complain to Nangong that month. Gunshots sounded like piano music and howls that did not belong to the living.