The sword blade, flashing with a faint light, cleanly cut off the last tentacle blocking its way.

Delon looked coldly at Guette who was still chanting the spell.

In an instant, he crossed a distance of several meters and punched the inhuman face hard.

Bang!

Although the strange red light could resist fatal damage, it could only serve as a buffer for the impact. With Guet's current physical fitness, he was far from being able to withstand the impact of this punch, and he fell to the ground.

The already hideous face was distorted by this blow, making it look even more terrifying.

"***, hehehehehe!"

Guette, who fell to the ground, quickly recited the last spell, raised his head and looked at Delon in front of him, and let out a sinister laugh.

The spell has already been recited, you can't stop what's coming next...

Bang!

The laughter stopped abruptly, interrupted by a sudden blow to the abdomen.

Delong kicked the cultist in front of him away and ignored him. He turned his gaze to the strange demon tree that was constantly expanding and contracting.

It will take some time to break the red light on this cultist. Although a way to bypass the protection of the red light and kill him has been found, the most important thing now is not to get rid of this guy, but how to deal with the magic tree in front of him.

An ominous premonition has been lingering in Delong's heart. He always feels that the magic tree in front of him will bring a huge threat, but he doesn't know where this feeling of threat comes from, and he can't see what's dangerous about the magic tree in front of him.

If it were just those tentacles, I could kill as many as they came.

"When there is a large supply of blood and flesh, the Blood Demon Tree will give birth to a powerful blood-sucking monster."

Thinking back to what Will had just said, Delon frowned as he looked at the magic tree.

A monster was born?

Looking at the tree trunk that is constantly expanding and contracting, it seems like it is gestating something.

Could it be?

Has it reached the stage of pregnancy?

Delong finally understood where the sense of threat lingering in his heart came from, but he was still a little confused.

How is that possible?

Doesn't it need a large supply of blood and flesh to grow? However, it has hardly consumed any blood or flesh since its appearance. How could it possibly enter the gestation stage?

Although he was very confused about this, Delon had no choice at this point. If an extremely powerful monster was really born as Will said, and that guy was already very powerful, then he would definitely not be able to fight against it.

Thinking of this, Delon took a step forward without any hesitation and strode towards the magic tree that was gestating something.

"Hehe, that's ridiculous. You can't stop the Blood Demon Tree that has reached this stage."

Guete on the side slowly got up and sneered at Delon who was rushing towards the Blood Demon Tree.

…

As if sensing Delon's approach, the Blood Demon Tree once again condensed dozens of tentacles that flew out to block Delon's advance.

call out!

call out!

Looking at the tentacles blocking his way, Delon snorted coldly, and swung the sword in his hand quickly, leaving a few faint sword marks in the air, and passed over the tentacles that were frozen in mid-air without any pause.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang...

The many tentacles blocking his way broke into several pieces and fell to the ground the moment Delong passed by. In the blink of an eye, Delong arrived in front of the trunk of the Blood Demon Tree.

Looking at the huge and strange magic tree, Delong didn't know where to start.

Seeing him standing there in a daze, the Blood Demon Tree would not stand there in a daze. Feeling the threat from the person standing in front of it, the strange human face on the tree was directly highlighted, and its mouth opened wide and swallowed Delong.

Looking at the strange crack in front of him, Delon raised the sword in his hand expressionlessly, placed his left hand fingers on the sword, and a faint light flashed on the sword.

The area around the sword suddenly fell into darkness and silence.

bass!

The sharp sword stabbed out silently.

The next moment—Ah!

A miserable scream came from the front.

Delon seemed not to hear the scream that was as piercing as a steel needle, and the sword in his hand quickly followed the shrinking face in the tree.

Just as the sharp sword was about to pierce into the Blood Demon Tree through the crack just created, a strange red light appeared in front of the sword.

Ping!

The tip of the sword pierced the glass-like red light, making a crisp sound, and then the sword body deviated to the side.

Feeling his force involuntarily shifting to the other side, Delon stomped his left foot hard, stopped his body leaning forward, decisively drew his sword and retreated. The red light seemed to be just to block his attack, hovering in front of the crack, motionless, allowing Delon to retreat.

Looking at the red light blocking the crack, Delong's eyes showed a trace of solemnity and disgust. Where did this strange red light come from?

Even with his strength, he couldn't see where the red light came from, as if it appeared out of thin air.

"Haha, give up. You still have time to run away now."

Guet stood up while holding his abdomen, and said sarcastically as he looked at Deron who was forced back by the red light.

"Uh ah..." Just after he finished speaking, Guet was slapped away by a huge claw. He fell heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. It seemed that all the bones in his body were shattered by the slap just now.

Feeling the severe pain coming from all parts of his body, Guette looked at the huge black shadow emerging behind Deron with some fear.

Almost there!

I was almost dead!

Feeling death passing by, Guette dared not make any more noise. He curled up in a ball motionless, trying to minimize his presence.

"I didn't expect to have you out again so soon."

Without paying any more attention to Guette who was knocked away, Delon muttered in a low voice, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The huge black panther shadow behind him raised its head and roared towards the sky, seeming a little excited.

Since ordinary methods cannot break the strange red light.

So……

So that's it!

Delong and the black panther shadow behind him shouted/roared at the same time and attacked the blood demon tree.

Hearing the roar not far away, Livia and Purvis stopped chatting and looked towards the place where the battle was taking place...

………

…At some point, all the fire in Hogg Manor was extinguished, and the entire manor fell into silence and darkness.

Trample, tramp, tramp!

Some hurried footsteps were heard on the road outside the villa in the center of the manor. A figure dressed in a crimson robe with his face completely hidden by a hood crossed the road for dozens of meters at a speed that was almost flashing and arrived at the door of the villa.

The figure in the crimson robe stopped and was about to reach out to knock on the door, but the subtle sound of flapping wings interrupted his action. He retracted his right hand that was stretched out in the robe and turned to look at the corner of the yard.

At some point, a strange bloody figure landed on the wooden stake in the yard, looking at him silently.

"Lord Blood Crow, I have something to report to Lord Moore."

Seeing the figure on the wooden stake, the figure in the crimson robe bowed and saluted towards it.

"There's no need to be so restrained, Your Excellency the Priest."

The figure addressed as Lord Blood Crow did not respond, but a voice came from behind Blood Crow.

A man in a wide cloak walked out from behind him. The weeds and bushes in the yard naturally retreated to both sides to make a path for him. After the man walked through the path, the weeds and bushes behind him slowly returned to their original state.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, the man in the crimson robe seemed to be accustomed to it. He said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Forgive me, how can I be rude to the messenger of Lord Blood Mist?"

"You always care about so many things."

Moore shook his head helplessly.

He really didn't understand the use of these complicated rituals and behaviors. The priest in front of him was like that, and so were those guys from Kovag. He really didn't know what use these things were other than adding trouble. Don't they think it's troublesome that they are all like this?

The Crimson Priest did not answer him, but lowered his head in silence.

Seeing him like this, Moore felt a little headache.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Hearing his question, the Crimson Priest changed his previous silent attitude. Although he still kept his head bowed, his tone became lighter.

"We killed ten of the eleven shadows that sneaked into the manor, but the other one escaped using a special method. However, I severely injured him before he escaped, so I think he won't hinder our plan."

Moore nodded indifferently, "That's nothing, the main thing is how the people you arranged are doing."

“…

..."The Crimson Priest said nothing, and the atmosphere fell silent.

Moore's eyes sharpened.

call!

Suddenly a cool breeze blew.

The wind in the cold winter makes people feel particularly cold.

Looking at the somewhat depressing atmosphere in front of him, the figure on the wooden stake spread out its blood-red wings and flapped into the air.

The fluttering sound broke the silence.

“Forget it, it’s not going to work. I also know how difficult this matter is. Although Marco is not a good guy, he still has strong control over his territory. It’s normal that you couldn’t arrange anyone to go in…” Moore waved his hand, signaling the figure under the crimson robe not to worry about it.

"Someone successfully sneaked into the castle..." The Crimson Priest suddenly interrupted him.

"Oh, someone infiltrated Kovagr?

That’s not bad…” Moore said with some approval.

"We didn't sneak into Kovagr, we sneaked into Kolar Castle."

The Crimson Priest spoke calmly to correct his words.

"You mean you sneaked into the castle?

? !”

Moore looked at the figure in front of him with his head lowered in some surprise.

The Crimson Priest nodded silently.

"Who is it?"

After calming down, Moore asked somewhat puzzledly.

"Conor Smith."

"oh?

Who's the latest guy to join?"

Moore frowned.

“Can he be trusted?

Are you sure it's ok?"

"I'm not sure if he has any problems, but I left some tricks on him..." The Crimson Priest raised his head, revealing a pair of pupils flashing with strange light.

"That……

Let’s do it according to the plan…” As soon as the words fell, the two people in the yard disappeared from the spot, leaving only two sets of gradually disappearing footprints to prove that someone had been here before.

…

... I've been busy lately, so the update may be late.