A few young, although not very beautiful but absolutely healthy men and women walked slowly on the wide boulevard, constantly marveling at the perfect lawns and ancient and elegant houses - wearing loose white T-shirts and cotton leggings, cameras around their necks, huge backpacks behind them, heavy denim jackets on their shoulders, mobile phones and insulated sports drink bottles at their waists, as if they could set up a tent immediately at any time - fool tourists from the 6th Federation of the West, Rose natives who were also taking morning walks on this boulevard, thought that they had a stern face and looked like they were disturbed by the slightest discomfort, although their voices did exceed the limits that the latter could accept.

"Look, my dear, it's so beautiful... take it down - we might be able to make it into a postcard or send it to the newspaper..." A strong girl happily pulled her boyfriend or husband. The house she was concerned about was the "stroll club". An ancient coral red building stood on the hillside, with a pure and bright blue sky in the background. The middle scene was golden and turquoise trees, dense, and golden whole leaves fell from the trees and fell on the ridges, lawns, sidewalks and driveways, forming a colorful and strong contrasting picture.

"I hope that is not a 'state secret agency' that is not allowed to take pictures or even watch." The man who was urging by Bei's companion muttered, helplessly untie the camera cover, and looked at the movements around him with a bit guilty conscience. Rose is beautiful, but polite, cold and reserved, and the stubborn guards can be seen everywhere like beautiful scenery. Only then did Saint Tse know why there are so many private areas here like shit on the road.

He quickly raised the old camera, adjusted the aperture and degree, and from the camera's view frame, he could see the three chimneys behind the building began to spit out white smoke, which added a little bit of vitality and dynamic to the still picture. It was so perfect. He thought, then pressed the shutter, and then he tried to shoot at a glance-before the elusive guards had appeared--the eyes that had never left the view frame accurately captured the sudden burst of a chimney, and the golden flames were rushing in the white smoke.

Out, the six people from Xida, who had probably never touched the fireplace that could be placed in the charcoal-burning fireplace from their great-great-great-grandfather's generation, had to press the shutter again before they could understand that no fireplace could have such a big fire. Just as he wanted to throw down the camera and grab the mobile phone, a black round thing broke through the beautiful closed window of the building and flew out, and was heading towards them. The photographer looked at it in a daze, and he thought it was a football thing getting bigger and bigger in the view frame at first.

"Oh, Virgin's panties!" he moaned, "A head!"

A human's head hit the camera's outstretched lens a few seconds later, and the blood that had not yet solidified splattered his head and face. Just like the tail left by a gecko, the head, which seemed to have the ability to think and move, cast a vicious look at the shocked tourists. The mouth that opened to its limit suddenly closed, and the teeth bit the plastic and glass that made the lens, making a strange giggle.

***

For those "babies" and "servants" who were only concerned about running away in a hurry, the two bats that were flying among the flames and smoke were not very interested. After letting their bodies and souls fill the blood of humans and similar people, the vampires of the Gangro and the Knot Tribes changed to bats again. This would allow them to get close to the bottom floor slabs that were opened layer by layer like the twenty mattresses and twenty duck down quilts that Princess Pea slept. In the end, a layer of gray-white marble slabs with mottled colors and cracks on them.

The kind that only exists for hundreds of years after the sunshine and abundant rain. The leader of the Jimichi tribe flapped his wings above the slab in awe. These patterns were not formed naturally, but were magical protective talismans generated by some magic potion and human flesh and blood. Mekerel sighed in his heart that the Fanzhuo tribe is the mainstay of the Secret Alliance. The Jimichi tribe, where the soul of the Magic Banquet Alliance is located, certainly will not have any good feelings for them, but she has to admit that compared with the Magic Banquet, which has always been full of disputes and killing, the Secret Alliance has obviously preserved enough things.

"Has he gone down?" Compared to the vampire bats with only one human hand and palm-sized palm, fruit-eating bats, almost ten times the size of the Jimichi clan, asked diligently - they can still communicate through language when they are in the form of bats - of course, it is not the language of humans.

"Go down." The leader of the Jimichi clan replied. She flew to the nearness of a stone slab that had been opened. The stone slab had a new scratch left after moving. Only they were non-humans could detect the subtle ones. The big bat nimbled in the air and turned back to its original shape when approaching the ground. He flew to the stone slab and stretched out his sharp and curved claws - trying to force it to open it.

The stone slab is 2.5 square feet square, similar to the human cerebral cortex. Its instantaneous power exploded and knocked out the tall vampire before the leader of the Jimichi tribe had to stop or rescue. He suddenly knocked down a decorative stone pillar and threw it into bronze, silver, luxurious wooden wallboards, marble mosaics and other types of bricks. A noticeable depression appeared on his chest, and his limbs were like chicken wings and chicken legs with bones drooping down softly-he twisted his body, and it turned out that

The next moment, he swam as skillfully as a snake, and he pulled out a dying human boy from the rubble not far away, tore him apart, and let all the blood left of him flow into his body. The pale skin of the vampire greedily absorbed all the liquid full of vitality like a sponge. In a few seconds, Gangro's tribe was healed - but the mental impact was still preserved - he had never seen it before, and heard that, let alone come into contact with such magical instruments.

Its power is amazing to non-humans.

"This is a kind of rune that changes itself with every opening and closing. The protective secret technique - just like a hudrille code barrel, every entry needs to be cracked, and a new password will be generated after each crack." Mekoril said. She did not unexpectedly see Gangro's tribe following her closely - if this is a magic circle that only scholar-type twilight members can untie, with his own wisdom, he can basically give up this mission and return to Odin to report.

The vampire bat frowned, and the untouchable ground had at least 5oo square meters. As many as feet, that is, there were 2oo rune bricks, and 1-1o pure numbers could reach 11,111,11o, and ooo combinations... She had to express her sincere respect to Alex - she didn't know that the lich had controlled it less than ten times, sorted and repaired even in the 6th of Faren, and the large mystery lock that most mages and sorcerers would be regarded as a daunting journey, and the kind of magical energy structured

The real ones are made, living, with a simple consciousness and a powerful barrier covering a wide range of powerful barriers, this formation similar to the anti-theft password measures in the human computer network can only be said to be a reading for children. The undead did not waste time to speculate and calculate the password step by step, but directly applied a formula. The formation used by the tutor to enlighten him during the Dead Tower was a bit similar to this, and the days and nights of food, water, and cold-proof clothing made the lich, who was still a living at that time, was deeply impressed by it.

***

Prince Fanzhuo felt depressed, exhausted and powerless for the first time in four hundred years since he became a vampire.

He thought that things he had forgotten had once again surged in his mind - before he became a vampire, he was a handsome, rich, smart, elegant, strong and agile young man. Whether in hunting grounds, dances or classrooms, he was the one who was the most sinister, and no one could surpass him, even if it was just once, all the evaluations he heard were full of praise and praise - and the "master" who made him into the ranks of non-humans made him taste the taste of frustration for the first time - his body

He is upright, handsome, well-dressed, and has nobleness and elegance that others cannot copy. Although he has enviable knowledge and wealth, he will not show off and show it as impatiently as others. His eyes are cold and his voice is low... When he acts, he is like a breeze at night, his body is as hard as a rock, but when he grasps his fingers, he is like a clamp... The "master" allows him to see the fragility, insignificance and ridiculousness of human beings as deeply as possible for the first time. He is also one of them - an idiot who thinks he is perfect.

He accepted the first embrace of the "master" and dragged the identity that he hated, but today this feeling appeared again.

When he faces this enemy, he is like a human being facing a "prince".

The lich liberated the "aura of fear" that had been suppressed by himself and the suppression and control of the undead creatures - after the necromancer in this plane seemed to have long lost or never had this ability, he did not want this secret to be known too early - too powerful and targeted power may induce unnecessary hostility, and no existence would like to tolerate his natural enemies, whether it is instinct or wisdom.

But now he doesn't need to hide it. The magic circle above can perfectly block all physical and magic reactions, and he needs time - the lich stretches out his cold fingers and holds the prince's neck - the prince feels that he has become a human again... He needs breathing and heartbeat, and these two are actually just hallucinations caused by fear caused by the loss of negative energy - he no longer needs these human life representations a long time ago.

The lich paused for a moment, and as if he was aware, he raised his other hand and made a gesture. The prince saw the wall shaking slightly in despair, and a narrow hole suddenly appeared. It was unfathomable inside. It then started to squirm like a human intestine. The hard granite cave walls rubbed and squeezed each other. The direct descendants who had not yet left the corridor - and the prince's most caring "servants" came, from small to large, and gradually became weaker. When the corridor stopped deforming and returned to its original state, the vampire's unique night vision ability allowed him to clearly see some powder, metal and fabric remaining under the rocks that turned into crimson red.

This is the last thing he saw and memory.

***

The prince's "servants" were not all destroyed in this sudden attack.

The bats who were easily let go by the attackers rushed out of the windows and even the walls. The sunlight made them feel unbearable, and their internal organs and mouths seemed to be burning by fire. So when they saw the humans walking on the boulevard, these small flying creatures rushed down without any hesitation. The shadows covered the sunlight and their fangs pierced into the blood-filled arteries.

The shock and blows Alex left in their souls were enough to deprive these immature undead creatures of reason that had not been left much.
Chapter completed!