Riot

The two bloodlines collided and merged with each other. The blood from the young man's body assimilated it unstoppably, slowly but steadily destroying all obstacles.

The thoughts of the blond nobles rose and fell like the tide, and finally came under the scarlet blood rule. Mason closed his eyes slightly, and following the connection established by Luo, he sensed the thoughts of those people and saw what they saw.

Solemn, panic, vigilance, shock...

Mason's mind was wandering, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

Since he can see these people's thoughts, can he construct some scenes and transmit them in the reverse direction?

Luo's consciousness fell into the sea of ​​blood, his feet stepped on the corpse of the monster, and he stood in front of the young man without moving. A strong and deep breath spread, but the master of the sea of ​​blood just raised his head slightly and looked at him calmly.

Seeing this scene, all the members of the Luo family suddenly had dark silhouettes flashing through their minds: it was raining heavily outside, and the young man climbed out from the window, but unexpectedly his foot slipped and he almost fell from a high altitude.

A hand suddenly grabbed his arm, and the red velvet cloak fell over his shoulders. In the darkness, only the other person's beautiful chin could be seen.

The originally nervous red-haired boy immediately relaxed when he saw the other person's appearance clearly. His dark golden eyes sparkled in the rain, which brought a strong shock to everyone compared to now.

How did it develop from a little white rabbit to what it is now?

They couldn't help but think this. The scene in their mind didn't end. Clear footsteps came from not far away. The boy's expression suddenly became a little stiff. The rescuer pulled him up. The rain rolled down the boy's clothes and dripped onto the soft long-haired carpet, spreading a small wet mark.

He kept his head down, and after a long, almost stagnant silence, the boy raised his head and looked somewhere behind the other person.

With dazzling blond hair, handsome and aloof, the visitor stood in the semi-darkness and cast a silent glance at him.

He paid no attention to the savage boy, his sapphire-like eyes fixed on the owner of the red cape. The voice spread in the humid air, careless and cold, so that it seemed a little distorted when it reached the boy's ears.

"Long time no see, Christine. Are you here to fulfill your promise and accept your own apprentice?"

The man called Christine finally spoke, and anyone who heard his voice would think of the sun. Yes, who else could be called the Radiant Knight?

The red-haired boy never saw the other person's face. Christine stood in front of him, and the edge of his cloak brushed his cheek, bringing a soft warmth.

"I have come as promised," said the knight. "Please allow Aurelius to leave the Rolandage family, sir, and I will take him away from here forever."

The glorious knight Christian Raleigh! The ancestor who founded the dynasty, Roland Agger I!

Although the images in their minds were very blurry, the golden-haired nobles' hearts still beat wildly when they heard these calls. Some of the impatient ones even stood up. If the head of the family hadn't been there, they would have rushed in immediately.

The nobles who saw their unusual behavior frowned, realizing that something was wrong. The girl with long silver hair looked towards the blood-gold gate, her eyes filled with anticipation.

My father whispered, "Just sit still, Shirleya, and don't get involved in their affairs."

"I know what to do, Father. Don't you think that man—the one who just walked in—is very handsome?"

"Do you remember what I said last time?"

"I know."

Xue Liya dragged out the words, her cheeks slightly flushed, "I just admire it a little bit."

Her father searched for something on her face, and after a while he nodded slightly and turned his gaze back to the blood-gold gate not far away.

"It would be better."

The noise and bustle of outsiders had no effect on the focused blond nobles. They were eager to find the traces of their ancestors, but unfortunately the other party soon realized that they had leaked something and quickly gathered their thoughts. When they contacted them again, they were only coldly rejected.

If you can let us see this, can you release the rest? Is there anything that we, the future generations, cannot see?

The blond nobles were anxious and wanted to drag the people inside out to ask for an explanation. But Luo was cold and ruthless, and he closed the passage without paying attention to their requests.

The body became empty again, without any response from the ancestors. The blond nobles looked at each other, facing the nobles' whispered discussions and bold gazes, with only curiosity and anxiety in their hearts.

The ancestors were the same, they perceived more than the living, and their obsession drove these dead souls, recklessly following the chain upstream, sinking into the deepest part of each other's thoughts.

This is the deepest part of the subconscious, hiding countless thoughts that are too detailed for humans to capture. Even the most powerful bloodline people find it difficult to control all their thoughts.

This is an important reason why [Luo] can improve the stability of family members. The will of the ancestors can come here to form a shelter, and put on a rational armor for the descendants to resist the pollution of the black mist. The souls have long been accustomed to wandering here at will, so they have never thought that they will encounter danger here.

Deep in the red-haired young man's soul, there stood an indestructible barrier.

The scene on the other side was blurry, with only a few rays of cold starlight projected upon them, carrying with them an endless and sticky malice that made the souls shudder.

What is this?

What is this!

Mason's mind moved, as if he saw the lush world tree swaying gently in the magnificent circular ruins. In the deep and vast starry sky above his head, one of the stars flickered slightly, and it was the one that had cursed and blessed Orelius.

It was alarmed by the Seeker, and a scarlet aura flowed out from the depths of the light. In comparison, the evil aura on Oleus was as gentle as a spring breeze.

This star, whose shape could not be seen clearly by the barrier, had its own inviolable majesty, like an emperor who reigned over this place, and had a vague connection with this body. Before this, Mason did not know that it was hidden in the subconscious of the vest.

After the ancestors of the Luo family came here without permission, it seemed to be offended and shook, with dim starlight flowing slightly, giving Mason a strange feeling.

The star "looked" here.

Just one glance.

Endless madness surged, washing over the perception of all souls. Pairs of azure eyes gradually turned scarlet, like a spreading plague.

This situation is very similar to humans infected by Oreius' blood. Mason felt something was wrong, but it was too late.

Red eyes as dense as insect tides lit up in the darkness, and the madness quickly spread to all the descendants. All the Luo family members outside the door suddenly became quiet, maintaining various postures and expressions, frozen in place like sculptures.

Deathly silence covered the ground, and the abnormal change surprised everyone present. Amon looked at these quiet blond nobles and got goosebumps unconsciously: "They seem a little strange..."

Ai Bo's face changed slightly, and he took the initiative to protect him, whispering: "Be careful, they are like this..."

——It’s like being polluted.

The same thought came to everyone's mind. The next moment, a frenzied murderous aura erupted from the blond nobles. The faces of the eleven family representatives changed drastically, and they shouted in unison: "Be alert!"

“Bang!!”

Various bloodline powers swept through the area, and the gentle eldest son turned his head and stared at all the strangers. Fine scales crawled up his cheeks, and his snake tongue hissed. A minor noble who met his eyes suddenly stiffened, and petrified from the feet to the top of his head in an instant, turning into a vivid and lifelike stone statue.

"Don't look at his eyes, they are the eyes of Medusa!"

The Hart family head called out in a hurry, and the cold snowflakes obeyed the command and turned into chains to bind him. The low temperature made the snake's instincts slow down. He just breathed a sigh of relief, and a chill surged up. The silver-haired girl beside him shrank her pupils, and the ice blade happened to collide with the black shadow that popped out from his own shadow.

When his daughter was in danger, the Hart family head turned black and froze the faceless figure into ice cubes and smashed them. Xue Liya looked a little unnatural, and the broken black shadow looked at her faintly. For some reason, she actually saw an expression similar to a sneer on the other person's face.

Chaos, absolute chaos. The whole place was in an uproar, and the blond nobles began to attack recklessly as if they had discovered an enemy who had intruded into their territory.

Seeing this, the long-haired woman from the Owen family drew out her long whip with a cold expression and swung it on the ground with a crisp sound: "Everyone start to evacuate. The eleven round table families, follow me to subdue all the crazy bloodline people!"

Zhang Yang's flames spurted out from his long whip, instantly forming a hot cage around the square. Many of the weaker members of the Luo family retreated and were trapped in front of the blood-gold gate.

Although she didn't know what happened, she would never allow the backbone of Partington City to have any problems here!

Across the blazing fire, the woman's cold eyes fell on the blond head of the family. The latter had no expression on his face, and only turned his head and glanced at the audience seats when the retreating tribesmen came to his side.

Everyone's breathing suddenly stopped for a beat.

The flames died down, the air froze, and silence descended upon the place.

Everyone's movements were slowed down to the extreme, only their heartbeats kept speeding up, almost to an unbearable level. The external pressure was like a physical force crushing their bodies, making movement extremely difficult.

Luo's current family, SS-level bloodline.

His bloodline comes from a powerful S-class monster, and his ability is to control the air. In subsequent training, he made a breakthrough and became one of the strongest forces among humans.

In his eyes, whether it was the tribe's attack or their resistance, it was just a minor incident. This out-of-control bloodline person could not be interested at all.

So he just took a lazy look and changed the whole situation on the scene.

The fire-haired woman tutted her tongue and exchanged glances with the others. Of course, there were many powerful bloodline people among them, but once high-level bloodline people started fighting, it was easy to hurt innocent people. Before all the ordinary people left, they were obviously outnumbered, but they became restrained because of this. With a click, the door opened.

Seeing the situation at a stalemate, Ai Bo sighed and said, "Let me do it."

The extremely dense air had no effect on him. Compared to his age, the strength of this genius should not be underestimated. The representative of the Owen family pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Then I'll leave it to you. Just hold him back, and support will be here soon."

Ai Bo smiled and replied. A cyan light surged from his body, and a mysterious power was injected into his body. Even though his appearance did not change, the young man's aura was constantly rising.

He had fair skin, slender fingers, and an extremely dangerous feeling beneath his harmless skin. The blond head of the family looked at him for the first time, and a heavy air weighed on him. The atmosphere became tense.

What bloodline is this?

The fire-haired woman narrowed her eyes slightly. Aibo was trained by the chairman of the council, and his ability has always been a secret to them. With the trial approaching, she had the idea of ​​seeing the opponent's current strength through actual combat. Unfortunately, this idea was not realized in the end.

The young nobleman, who was clearly ready to strike, suddenly relaxed his temper, looked somewhere and said with a half smile and a half sigh: "It seems that I don't need to take action."

Everyone was stunned and followed his gaze. Behind the rioting blond nobles, there was a slight sound.

The blood-gold door opened.