Templar Sun King

December 25th, Ash Forest.

Albert, the patriarch of the Johnson family, likes to sit in the room on the second floor of the castle after dealing with family affairs and enjoy a rare clean time. To ordinary people, this room is gorgeous, but the overlapping curtains make the room look extremely dark and gloomy. However, such an environment is too unappetizing for the vampires, especially the nostalgic vampires like Albert.

Dim candlelight, silver utensils, and if there is no soft and lewd singing, Albert buried his whole body in the soft sofa, and shook the wine glass full of red liquid in his hands, very comfortable.

One more year, Albert thought. As long as he persists for another year, he can unload the heavy responsibility of the patriarch of the Johnson family on his shoulders and go to sleep in the sarcophagus deep in the castle. Although there is no sweet and soft beauty and virgin blood, at least he can get a good night's sleep. Get away from vexing chores and family headaches.

However, when he thought that he was going to explain the disappearance of the traitor to the next senior of the Johnson family to take over a year later, he couldn't help but let out a groan of despair. The descendant of the vampires and werewolves, the rebel with the blood of the two dark races disappeared the last time the Damans Valley was attacked.

Otherwise, the elders would be concerned that his mother was the famous moonlight walker of the Cage family, and his mediocre father might not have been able to save him from such a huge mistake-his father was just an ordinary silver high-ranking member of the Johnson family. A rank blood family, with only the title of Viscount, and his mother, Begin, is a golden powerhouse with the title of Duke.

Losing the traitor is a big mistake. According to Archmage Colin's prediction, the traitor will be crowned by stepping on the bones of the two races, the vampire and the werewolf. The existence of the traitor has been stepping on the sensitive and fragile nerves of the two dark races. Albert took a sip of the magnificent liquid from the wine glass, which was the blood of a virgin who was only sixteen years old. Even if he is in a bad mood, he can become excited again with just one sip.

But three days ago, he received a letter from the Juppler Blood Clan Presbyterian Church, ordering him to be questioned on January 13 next year. It was the Presbyterian Council composed of twelve of the oldest and most powerful families of the blood race, and it was the power center of the entire blood race. The Johnson family, with only one golden powerhouse, was not even qualified to enter the Presbyterian Council.

At least he had to face twelve gold-level blood clan elders. This is the news that Albert received from his mother's letter recently. The letter also said that the elders felt it was necessary to let his grandfather, the patriarch of the Cage family, Nicholas, temporarily not attend the next elders meeting in order to avoid suspicion. Slam, Albert smashed the cup in his hand. He has to think of a way, or face the twelve elders of the blood clan...

"Lord Patriarch, found the traces of the rebels, right in the Ash Forest!"

"Great!" Could there be anything more wonderful in the world than this? Just when he was worrying about how to deal with the traitor, the family discovered the trace of the **** traitor. How the rebels hid in the Ash Forest without being discovered by them, he just thought about it for less than half a second and left it behind. The most important thing now is to get her back!

"Help me inform the three clan elders, no, inform all the clan elders, be sure to capture the traitor back!"

Half a minute later, Albert's body turned into a black shadow and flew out of the castle first, followed by five clan elders, all of them in silver rank. They are all the power that the Johnson family can use now.

From the mouth of a surviving vampire in Damans Valley that day, he learned that the traitor gained power for no reason, which made him worry. It seems a bit exaggerated to dispatch all the elders to arrest the rebels at once, but both Albert himself and the other five elders feel that it is reasonable. After all, this is related to the prestige and even the survival of their Johnson family. If the rebels really stepped on the bones of the vampires and werewolves as predicted, the Johnson family must be the first to become the bones.

Ten minutes later, Nos. 17 and 18, whom Adam was very familiar with, appeared near the old castle where the Johnson family was located.

"Very well, just as planned, the Johnson family will come out as soon as they hear the news of the rebels, and the power of the castle can't be emptier." This is No. 17's idea, and he is obviously very proud of the success of the plan. " We only have five minutes to break the seal."

"Enough, I heard that the Johnson family was one of the twelve major families of the blood family when Miss Lilith was still there." No. 18 took out his wand and chanted the spell while walking towards the Johnson family castle, behind him one after another. The crack cracked open, and the gray death gas visible to the naked eye flowed out from the crack, and a powerful coercion shrouded in an instant, and the bone dragon descended.

"According to the plan, you and the bone dragon are responsible for attracting all attacks and stopping Albert who may return at any time. I will lift the seal." No. 17 said that the complete person disappeared in place and entered the castle.

"Bone dragon, hurry up, inform the patriarch and the elders, the clan has been..." The vampire who shouted was stained by a faint blue flame, and his entire body immediately shriveled down into a white bone.

The castle representing the glory of the Johnson family was damaged by the unscrupulous attack of the bone dragon, and undead flames poured into the castle from the windows and cracks. The dense magic circle and the magic defense system were not very effective in front of the undead flames of the bone dragon. After a crackling explosion, the trembling vampires hid behind the defense magic and turned into bones in mourning.

In the panic, no one found that the family was being invaded by a black mage. Before they found out, No. 17 had already entered several secret doors and entered a darker basement.

"Who is it?" The four bronze high-level vampires noticed that outsiders had entered the basement. This is where the other patriarchs of the Johnson family sleep. The patriarchs of the blood clan adopt a rotation system. Generally, a family will have three patriarchs. When one patriarch is in power, the other two patriarchs will fall asleep until the time limit comes. The previous patriarch personally Awakening——Originally, there would be a silver-ranked elder to defend here, but unfortunately, the patriarch had just transferred away with an unprecedented tough order. Unexpectedly, the basement was invaded by a foreign country after only ten minutes.

The terrifying black flames filled the sights of the four vampires in one second. Facing the hellfire on the 17th, the vampires in the bronze rank didn't even have time to react before turning into a pile of ashes. No. 17 glanced at the secret room behind the four vampires, where the other two patriarchs of the Johnson family were sleeping, one of them was a golden rank. It's a pity on the 17th, if it weren't for the lack of time, he really wanted to go in and kill them all.

Bypassing the last secret door, a small secret room appeared in front of No. 17. As Mrs. Grace said, the secret room was full of dust, and apparently no one had come here for many years, except for a magic circle on the ground.

No. 17 took out the materials that had been prepared for a year from the space ring, a devil's heart, a black leaf, and a tube of sticky gray liquid.

He took out the scepter he snatched from the city of irises and inserted it into an entrance in the center of the magic circle, which fit perfectly. The complicated magic circle was instantly activated, and No. 17 recited strange incantations one by one, putting various materials in his hand into the magic circle. When the last drop of gray liquid dripped into the magic circle, a demon, a strangely twisted tree, and a spherical creature with hundreds of tentacles appeared on the magic circle. The light instantly stagnated and became gray.

The next moment, a powerful momentum enveloped the entire secret room, and scarlet vines rushed out from the magic circle. Things went very smoothly, and the seal could be lifted in just one more minute.

Boom! A loud noise came from above the secret room with a roar. Under the double momentum of the magic circle and the external bone dragon, the patriarch of the Johnson family, who should have been sleeping in the sarcophagus, was awakened.

Go to him|mommy! No. 17 scolded and lamented for his left arm. During this time, he personally tore his left arm from himself more times than the previous ten years combined. What the hell! If it goes on like this, before he can advance to gold, his own body will lose his life due to multiple damages. Cursing the golden rank with the strength of the silver high-ranking is not as simple as sacrificing an arm, and the cost is much greater than imagined.

For Johnson family patriarch Bilbo, who just woke up from a deep sleep, the seal in the basement is much more important than the skull dragon outside the castle~www.readwn.com~ Nearly a hundred years of sleep made his body wake up after waking up Some were paralyzed. As usual, he should use the blood of a patriarch to awaken his body's vitality. But in the current situation, Bilbo pressed one hand on the thick ground and forced his way into the next floor.

A scepter was inserted in the center of the small secret room to activate the magic circle that had been silent for many years. In Bilbo's memory, the magic circle has died because of the loss of a treasure. Although basically every generation of the patriarch of the Johnson family knows who the person sealed in the magic circle is, they have not paid much attention to it. Here, the appearance of the old castle is maintained.

But now the magic circle that should have died has been activated, and strips of scarlet vines rushed out of the magic circle and were sealed to the brink of shattering. Bilbo could have sworn that the scepter in the magic circle was nothing like the treasure they lost!

He stretched out his right hand and pointed at the black mage in the secret room. No. 17 felt a burst of heat, and blisters appeared on his skin, as if he had been splashed with boiling water. The blisters are not caused by the high temperature of the outside world, but from the boiling blood in the blood vessels!

In an instant, No. 17 lost all his ability to resist and fell to the ground, groaning in pain from his throat. This kind of pain caused by the boiling of blood was unbearable even for the 17th living in the Church of Natural Disaster, and within a few seconds he would lose his life due to the boiling of blood.

Damn, the mission isn't over yet.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to see a bunch of dense vines appearing in front of him, and then a charming voice echoed in the small secret room:

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