Dear Count Connor:

Hello!

I am one of the managers of the Dark Night Clown Organization, code-named "Wind Valley".

In the past six months, our organization has had some misunderstandings with you, but after the death of "Yanshan", I think these grievances should be revealed.

In order to show sincerity, the power of the Dark Night Clown will withdraw from the southern plains of Faroland in the future, so that there will be no conflict of interest with your Thorn Security Company.

There is no need to reply, please don’t be entangled. The Dark Night Clown does not intend to be enemies with you again.

I would like to remind you that our headquarters is not in Faroland. If you search for more than a dozen countries and want to kill our people to vent your anger, please give me some advice.

...

Finally, we provide you with free information. Near the Connor Mountains, and within your fiefdom, there is a small base of the Immortal Sect.

Wish you

The cultivation is smooth and the treasures are endless.

———

That's all the content, there is no date or signature, but it was sent three days ago.

"Tsk tsk, is this a confession?" Renn shook his head and put down the letter.

Making enemies with the Dark Night Clown is not a personal grudge, but a conflict of interest.

The Thorn Security Company he founded provides security and intelligence services to people in the Southern Plains, and also assists the 7th Bureau in cracking down on underground organizations and seeking benefits, so it has had friction with the Dark Night Clown.

However, as the forces of the Dark Night Clown withdrew from the southern plains, this matter naturally came to an end.

Even if he doesn't give up and wants to continue to attack the Dark Night Clown, he still needs to find someone.

This is a transnational criminal organization. It is suspected that it is in the Kingdom of Qiushan. It is too difficult to uproot. Rennes doesn't have much time to play hide-and-seek with a group of mice in the gutter, unless they happen to meet and can be killed.

He shrugged and said, "It seems that I have some deterrent power to make an underground organization that is not big or small to take the initiative to retreat."

"After all, it's the Faroland Sword Saint, and you have some brand names. You can be proud of it." Anna smiled.

During this period, he has been called that.

Renn looked calm and said disapprovingly: "When can you become a sword saint without the prefix of the country name? Let's talk about it."

The title of a saint who has been prefixed with place names or country names is generally slightly less valuable and can also be repeated.

For example, "Gun Ghost" Carlos, this is the abbreviation, to be precise, "Farrowland Gun Ghost" Carlos.

The two nicknames "Magic Gun" Carrag and "Butcher" Carl, have no place name prefixes, and their full name is Butcher Carl.

As long as Carl is still alive, no saint can use the same title.

Swords are the most mainstream weapons, and there are too many masters using swords.

Therefore, people in the world have higher requirements for the title of Sword Saint, which is the type of Sword Saint with the prefix of the country name, and must also have the strength of a middle-level saint.

As for the sword saint recognized throughout the continent, there are only three people in each generation at most.

The three current sword saints are the Sky Sword Saint, the Natural Disaster Sword Saint and the Thunder Sword Saint.

Renn's strength cannot defeat the strongest sword of the entire continent, Cangqiong Sword Saint, but he can compete with the weakest Leiming Sword Saint.

If you win, you can squeeze out the opponent's position.

But this is not easy. There are many strong people in the tide period and the competition is even more intense. No matter how rare the Thunder Sword Saint is, it is slightly stronger than the Starry Sky Sword Saint and is difficult to deal with.

Renn had no idea to challenge the Thunder Sword Saint for the time being. He suppressed his distracting thoughts and took out another letter.

This was sent by people from the Eternal Sect under a pseudonym.

This letter does not even have the basic format, and the content is as follows:

Hi Count Connor, I am Alessia.

I guess you still remember this name, so I won’t talk nonsense.

Our leader, Lord Arest, admires you very much and wants to invite you to join the Eternal Life Sect and become a noble "evil god" to enjoy eternal life...

If you agree, come to Barr County, the Kingdom of Hills within a month, and someone will answer.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! If you refuse, I'm sorry, you can count down your life and prepare the coffin. Don't worry about being lonely when you walk alone. The Eternal Life Sect will let your relatives and friends go on the road together.

This is not a threat, not a warning, but a request, and hope you can make wise choices.

———

That's all about the content.

"hehe."

After reading the letter, Renn sneered twice, unceremoniously tore the paper into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

Dare to threaten him?

He hasn't settled the score with the witch for the last time!

Anna looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

It seems that he has been targeted by the Eternal Life Sect.

This underground organization is much better than the Dark Night Clown. In addition to Little Arest, there are also some subordinates of Old Arest back then.

It is not uncommon to jump out of three or four powerful men comparable to Prince of Darkness.

Within the Eternal Life Sect and Shadow Singer, the Undead Great Magician Arest calls himself the Great Evil God, the Middle Saint is the Evil God, the Lower Saint is the Demigod, and the rest are believers.

Ren was not afraid at all, crossing his legs leisurely and said indifferently:

"What should I do? Cold salad! I'll be waiting at any time."

Who is afraid of whom? He will leave the capital soon. The Eternal Life Sect wants to take action, so he can come over.

…………

The Kingdom of Hills, some mountain range.

Three hundred meters underground, in the ancient and harsh hall, the swaying fire projected a twisted afterimage of light and shadow on the wall.

A sharp and shrill scream echoed in the hall, and the dripping blood flowed down the steps, the air filled with a strong smell of blood and the powerless despair of the disappearing life.

On the hideous altar made of thick white bones, souls mixed with the dark force were forcibly peeled out of their bodies, and corpses with deep fear remained on their faces lying all over the ground.

Among them are men, women, children, and elderly.

The costumes of these corpses contain various noble heralds, which can prove that most of these people are nobles or guards of nobles.

Among them, there are people from the Baron Reuben family.

There were many people sacrificed, thousands of whom were all extraordinary, with very complex origins, not only the nobles of Faroland.

Those wailing souls were finally swallowed by a terrifying black shadow on the altar.

The shadow is blurred in shape and seems to have no physical body, but his aura is very terrifying, and the continuous release of rich dark force and monstrous death aura, as if it can devour the heaven and earth and wipe out all things!

"Life is short, all sentient beings suffer, the glory will eventually pass away, darkness will not exist, only the evil god will live forever..."

"Praise you, His Majesty Arest, you are the great wise man, the transcendent of the earth, and the immortal god."

"Oh, we praise you in the shadows of light and darkness. Even the king who ruled the world will crawl to you and offer the most humble respect..."

The hall was very dark. Under the white bone altar, there were more than thirty people in black robes kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly.

Among them is the witch Alessia.

However, she was kneeling a little far behind, and her strength and status were not outstanding among these people. There were at least a dozen stronger than her, the peak fourth-level witch.

In front of the twisted and terrifying black shadow on the altar, everyone knelt humbly, including three or four auras that were powerful and evil, comparable to the existence of the Dark Prince.

Only at the front, a bald man was still standing.

He had tattoos on his face, a necklace made of golden wheels and skulls hanging around his neck, and a pattern of fallen angel wings on his blue-gray robe.

He is the leader of the Eternal Sect.

Little Arest stepped forward a few steps and asked with a smile: "Father, how do you feel now?"

"Hahahahahaha... Not bad, very delicious, the fragrance of blood and the sweetness of soul are so hard to stop!"

The black shadow on the altar laughed wildly, and a magnificent and terrifying black force erupted with him as the center, like endless floods from ancient times, containing a terrifying aura like destruction and natural disasters!

The witch Alessia was stunned, and most of the people present looked frightened.

They have never seen such an amazing dark force with their own eyes!

"Not enough, not enough, more!" The soul body of the undead magician Arest roared, and a red light shot out from his dark red blood eyes.

rumble!

The terrifying dark force trembled, crushing the floor engraved with protective runes. The extremely thick metal pillars in the hall were shaking, and the ceiling seemed to be about to fall at any time!

Without deliberately exercising it, he was just emotionally excited and caused such damage.

Little Aret reached out and put his hand in front of him to block the Force Gangfeng, took a few steps back, and said hurriedly:

"My father, please calm down, the second wave of offerings will arrive soon."

"Blood, soul! Hurry, give it to me, give it to me!"

The black shadow on the altar restrained the breath of the power, but it was still roaring, and blood flashed in his eyes, and his emotions were very impatient.

Everyone: "..."

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To be continued...