In the sky of [Smokeless City], the giant steel beast stands in the blue sky, like a towering fortress, and the roar of the engine cuts through the sky and echoes in the boundless sky.

At this time, on the deck of the giant beast, Xia Xiu once again stepped on the blackened vampire head.

After turning on the steady-state system, Zhou Yi casually threw the vampire head on his hand to the ground. The unlucky head naturally rolled to Xia Xiu's side, and he naturally stretched out his foot and stepped on it.

Stomping on the opponent's head like a football.

"Everyone, next we are going to the last check-in location of our [Smoke-free City] tour - Brom Castle Cemetery." Xia Xiu said with a smile to Tours and Zhou Zhou.

"We'd better hurry over to Vardarson. After all, he is dealing with two vampire sword holders alone, so the situation must be quite grim." As a 'blank sheet' Zhou Zhou is very concerned about fighting alone.

teammates.

When he heard Zhou Zhou's concerned words, Tours rolled his eyes unconsciously.

This kid actually cared about the berserker. If he could feel the opponent's blood-colored aura that was so rich that it was almost nauseating, he wouldn't have said such ridiculous words.

And just when Turs was muttering in his heart, the blond young man in front showed an expression of approval.

"You are right, we really need to rush over and take a look. At the current speed of the ship, we can get from the [Smokeless City] Colosseum to the Brom Castle Cemetery in five minutes."

Brom Castle Cemetery is located in a remote corner of the [Smoke-free City]. It is in a diagonal relationship with the Colosseum in the commercial center of the city. You can usually take the tram in the [Smoke-free City] from the Colosseum.

It took at least an hour and a half to drive to Brom Castle, but now it only takes five minutes by car [Keel Warship], and this is without [Phase Shuttle].

At this time, the wind whizzed past the steel behemoth, accompanied by the sound of friction and the roar of machinery, like a majestic symphony.

Wuwuwu——

The steam pump sprays out billowing white smoke, and the hot steam permeates the surrounding air, as if giving the steel giant the breath of life. Its eyes are flashing red, like two blazing flames, staring ahead, and it is rapidly moving

Heading towards the direction of Brom Castle Cemetery.

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Brome Castle Cemetery.

Pushing the time forward slightly by three hours, that is the time when Xia Xiu was still participating in the competition in the Colosseum phase space.

Huhu~

In the cemetery of Brom Castle, an eerie and silent atmosphere enveloped the air. The cemetery is surrounded by a tall iron fence, and the mottled rust on the ancient iron fence shows the passage of time.

When you pass through the iron fence and step into the cemetery, you immediately feel a sense of solemnity and chill.

The cemetery is filled with a faint smell of decay and moisture, which is in sharp contrast with the surrounding scenery.

The mist lingers between the cemeteries, blurring the line of sight and giving people a ghostly illusion. Only the occasional rustle of the wind blowing through the vines can be heard in the silent cemetery, adding a touch of eerie atmosphere.

Although the sun cannot shine through the clouds, the light in the cemetery is still dim and mysterious.

Dead branches and broken flowers are scattered on the tombstones and grass, creating a desolate and sad atmosphere.

"quack--"

A crow perched on the tombstone, raising its head high, its dark feathers shining green in the sunlight.

However, his cry soon came to an abrupt end, and his wings flapped painfully, struggling hard. At this time, there seemed to be a pair of invisible hands in the void, tightly wrapping the crow's body, not giving it any breathing space.

Chance.

The crow's feathers suddenly became wet and looked like they were soaked in water. It struggled to raise its head and opened its mouth. Soon, his eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, and his deep eyes revealed a trace of despair.

Boom——

The crow with strange cries fell to the ground, and Toredo Alinia, who came here specifically to visit her old acquaintance today, also withdrew her gaze, and an invisible water stain returned to her sword.

Toredo Alinia raised a white handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, and looked at the crows lying on the ground with disgust. She didn't like the cries of crows. Their cries always reminded her of

Bad things.

Toredo Alinia is a mature woman in her thirties, with a enchanting and charming face; her eyebrows are curved like pictures, gently raised, exuding a unique charm, and her long black hair is spread around.

On her shoulders, the slightly wavy hair was like the soft light of the night.

Yalinia is wearing a black outfit today. The tight tailoring outlines her slim figure. The black gauze hat hangs on the top of her head, covering part of her face and adding a sense of temptation. The gauze hat is dotted with silver

The patterns shimmer with light.

The slightly pale skin is as clean as snow, exuding an almost seductive luster. There are blood-sucking fangs hidden under the red and plump lips. The slightly curved arc seems to have a sarcastic smile. Her chin is long and slender.

And well-proportioned, it exudes a coquettish and unusual sense of charm.

The most eye-catching thing is the long sword on her waist.

This sword is exquisite in shape. The scabbard is wrapped in black leather, which makes it look extremely delicate. The hilt is inlaid with silver patterns and gems, which shines brightly, showing a noble and determined temperament.

"Yaliniya, you still have the same temper."

A dry and hoarse voice came into Yalinia's ears. The voice sounded low and hoarse, like a whisper coming from the depths of the dry land.

Yalinia frowned slightly, and she set her sights on Albert Vandro who walked out of the shadow corridor.

Albert Vandro is a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. His eyebrows are slightly drooped, revealing an imperceptible gloomy atmosphere. His blood-colored eyes are deep and dark, and the pupils seem to be exuding all the time.

In the dim light, the middle-aged man's black eyebrows were furrowed, giving people a serious and heavy impression, and the cold aura exuding from him also made people shudder.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He is wearing a neat black tuxedo. The slim cut highlights his tall figure. The buttons on the tuxedo shimmer like stars in the dark night.

It exudes a mysterious and noble atmosphere. The tie is neatly tied at the collar of his shirt without a trace of wrinkles, showing his meticulous attention to detail.

On his feet was a pair of black leather shoes, the uppers of which were as bright as a mirror, reflecting his aura.

The leather shoes are steady and solemn, and his steps exude a firm and confident power. Every step is light and powerful, as if he has an unshirkable mission.

"The honor of a politician like you is really immutable. I thought that after you became the holder of the [Lord of the Tomb], your skin color would become pale and gray, and you would become a skinny corpse-eater." Yalinia moment.

With a mocking face, he spat out slightly venomous words.

"Don't slander me like this. [Cain's people] are not comparable to those lowly ghouls."

Faced with Yalinia's ridicule, the old-fashioned Albert Vandro shook his head indifferently and walked on the stone floor to the beautiful vampire woman.

Slowly bending down, he gently raised the woman's hand to his mouth, and a warm breath passed over his lips.

His lips gently pressed against the back of the woman's hand, giving the delicate skin a light kiss.

"What a long-lost fragrance." Albert Vanzoo said slightly obsessed.

"Don't the Vandros always like to think that virgins only have fragrance? Albert, you are really an outlier among your clan."

Facing her mistress's straightforward teasing, Yalinia did not feel any shyness. Instead, she moved closer to her mistress more bluntly, bringing her bright red lips close to her earlobe, blowing out a slightly hot breath.

"A virgin as pure as snow, with a weak body and a flawless mind; we gaze at her transparent skin, just longing for the nourishment of her bright red blood; but what we need to know is that once touched, that purity will be shattered into thousands of pieces.

——So it’s just a moment of enjoyment, what I want to pursue is eternal excitement.”

Albert Vandro replied with a smile, and Yalinia naturally understood what the other person was talking about, so she stepped away from the other person with a little boredom.

She has known Albert Vandro for three hundred years, and she naturally understands that the "eternal excitement" he refers to does not refer to herself. It refers to the Toredo clan behind her, and what he is pursuing.

The stimulation is not the stimulation of sensuality, but the stimulation of power.

Albert Vandro pursues power, and he is the purest Vandro. He is always tireless in politics, he is always full of ambition and desire for high positions, and he longs to obtain a higher status in [The Camarilla]

and reputation.

Albert Vandro believed that after he gained power, he could realize his goals and ambitions - to rebuild the "Land of Eternal Night".

And he knows how to accomplish his goals quickly.

There has been a rumor circulating in the [Secret Alliance] for a long time, that is, the ancient holder of the [Blood of Creation] of the Vandro clan is dying, and a position will be vacated among the thirteen princes in the inner ring.

Regarding the accuracy of this rumor, [The Camarilla] has always maintained a secretive attitude, and Albert knew the exact inside information of this rumor.

Yes, the prince of the Fanzhuo clan has reached the point where his fuel is exhausted.

He didn't know the specific reason why the prince suddenly acted like this, and he wasn't curious about it.

Albert just needs to know that this is an opportunity for him.

When the owner of the [Creative Blood] among the thirteen clans dies, a new [Creative Blood] will be born in the new generation within the Vandro clan. This birth is the automatic purification of blood.

However, no one can guess which Van Zhuo will appear as the owner of the new life [Blood of Creation]. This thing is very metaphysical.

Albert Vandro didn't like this kind of ambiguity. He wanted to fight for an opportunity for himself, an opportunity to become a prince.

When he learned about "Encore" and the related deeds of "The Crimson King", he knew that his opportunity had come.

He wants to win the deduction, and then rely on the Red King's supreme divinity to actively purify his own bloodline and make himself the owner of the [Blood of Creation]!

"You should have heard about the daughter of the Seth family who was eliminated. I heard that she was stupid enough to run into the ambush set by the enemy. I saw this stupid girl when she was a child."

Yalinia started chatting with Albert again. Her red lips slightly opened and she continued on the topic:

"At that time, the old Duke of Seth's family insisted on sending his little princess to Edici to study abroad, saying that he wanted to learn the relevant knowledge of [Financial Street] and contribute to the construction of a new lineage of [Secret Alliance] in the future.

However, her contribution was so great that I didn’t see her actually doing it. Instead, she learned all kinds of bad habits spread among the Edici people. This girl even gave me a weird cult book and talked about gender diversity.

·······”

Speaking of this, Yalinia paused for a moment. In her mind, she couldn't help but recall Isabella Seth's various attentiveness to her after returning from studying abroad, as well as the hot and naked look in her eyes.

At first, Yalinia thought that this junior girl wanted her help for something. Later, after receiving various explicit hints from the other party, she understood the other party's true intention.
To be continued...