roar!
A roar suddenly sounded in the study.
Snap!
Ping!
With this roar, the crystal ball shattered instantly and the barrier also shattered.
Visible sound waves swept out from Marco's arms and spread around.
The black cloth had been lifted up at some point, revealing a statue of a leopard as black as ink, with its mouth wide open as if it was ready to bite someone.
Looking at the sound waves that were already in front of him, the Blood Mist Priest calmly closed his outstretched palm and swiped it downwards.
Sizzle!
As his palm slashed down, a cone-shaped blood-red "barrier" formed in front of him. The visible sound waves made a strange sound the moment they touched the tip of the cone, and then were cut into two halves and continued to attack along the two sides of the "barrier".
boom!
The sound waves hit the wall with a loud noise, and the wall collapsed.
In the corridor, Moore, who had just emerged from the blood mist, heard a loud noise and a buzzing in his ears, and then he saw the wall in front of him collapse.
Tsk.
His face looked a little ugly, and his right hand quickly swung out several blood-red arcs like lightning.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Moore pushed away the rubble that was falling towards him and looked into the room.
The study was already in a mess, so there was naturally no oil lamp still emitting light.
But the bloody light and dim light in the study still illuminated the surroundings.
"They say that our Blood Mist Sect is a cult, that we kill people indiscriminately and offer sacrifices..." "You nobles, your rulers are no less cunning than us, you just cover it up."
The Blood Mist Priest rarely spoke sarcastically.
Marco glanced at the black panther statue in his hand, then raised his head to look at the Blood Mist Priest in front of him.
“But ultimately you are the cult and we are the rulers aren’t we?
Um?"
"snort!"
The Blood Mist Priest snorted coldly, and the cone-shaped "barrier" in front of him quickly flew towards Marco.
Seeing this, Moore shouted hurriedly, "Remember to save his life, he is still useful!"
I don’t know if the Blood Mist Priest listened or not, the speed of the blood cone did not slow down at all.
Looking at the incoming blood cone, Marco threw the black panther statue in his hand.
roar!
The leopard's roar sounded again, but this time it did not emit a sonic attack. Instead, a huge black leopard head formed in front of Marco.
The blood cone fell on the pitch-black panther's head just like a stone thrown into water. It only caused a few ripples before disappearing into the darkness.
“Interesting.”
Looking at the pitch-black panther head that suddenly appeared to block his attack, the Blood Mist Priest praised.
Just as he was about to attack again, the huge black panther head suddenly turned and swallowed Marco behind it.
Then, before the Blood Mist Priest and Moore could react, he disappeared into the air.
? ?
? Master Devourer?
Moore was unable to react for a moment. Could it be that Marco was swallowed up because he was an ordinary person?
"Run away..." The Blood Mist Priest interrupted Moore's thoughts in a low voice.
"Run away?
!”
"I didn't expect that this guy would use such a magical item specifically for attack to escape..." The Blood Mist Priest seemed a little annoyed. He really didn't expect that this guy, as a lord, would be so cowardly that he would use a magic item that could be said to be close to the legendary level to escape.
Although it was only a short contact, he had already recognized that the magic item was made from the spine and essence of a shadow leopard king. Not to mention the attached carvings and magic patterns, the living shadow leopard king alone had the strength of a half-step legend. This kind of thing usually has a number of uses, but this guy was so wasteful that he just used it to escape!
! !
Only then did Moore confirm that Marco was not attacked, but escaped.
He angrily punched the wall that was about to collapse.
boom!
"Don't worry, he didn't get far. I specially set up a barrier to surround the castle. He had no other place to go except to the top of the castle or underground, which are the two places we haven't been able to break through."
A eerie voice sounded in the dilapidated study. The Blood Mist Priest raised his head with scarlet light flashing in his eyes.
…
A dark vortex suddenly appeared on top of the castle.
A figure staggered out, and the moment he walked out, the dark vortex quickly closed and disappeared in the air.
"Ahem..." "Lord, are you okay?"
Several figures dressed in black came forward and supported him.
Marco waved his hand, signaling the people around him to retreat.
Damn it, my body really can't bear the transmission of these things. If it weren't for the protection...
Thinking of this, Marco looked at the statue in his hand. The head of the leopard statue had turned white at some point, and it was particularly conspicuous against the dark body.
Marco carefully put the statue into his arms and sighed helplessly.
Glancing around, Marco suddenly shouted.
"Connor!"
As he finished speaking, a man in a snow-white coat slowly walked over from the dark city wall, clearly distinguished from the people around him who were dressed in black clothes and black armor.
"It seems...
Something went wrong with the plan.”
The man in the snow-white coat had a faint smile on his face and glanced at Marco.
Marco was a little angry when he heard his words.
“The information you gave me is totally wrong!
That priest is definitely not the one who escaped as you said. He is a remnant of the Blood Mist Sect!
A true priest!
..." He took a step back quietly to avoid Marco's spit.
The man in the white coat, Connor, still smiled as he looked at the angry Marco.
"Count Marco, please calm down."
As he spoke, Marco suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and the insulting words he was about to say stopped in his mouth.
Connor looked at the quiet Marco with a smile and put away the aura he was emitting.
"My Lord Earl, rest assured. I was sent by the King to deal with these guys. I will naturally help you get rid of the ones in your territory...
These heretics and rebels."
"Hmph, then I'll leave it to you next."
Marco didn't give him face. He snorted with dissatisfaction and turned to walk towards the only house on the top of the castle.
Looking at Marco's back, Connor smiled and straightened the snow-white fluff on his collar that was messed up by the cold wind.
…
Squeak~bang!
After entering the house, the dissatisfaction on Marco's face quickly disappeared.
"one."
He called out in a low voice.
A shadow suddenly appeared on the wall facing him.
Marco looked at Shadow expressionlessly.
"What's going on?"
"All the servants and guards in the castle were killed. Their bodies and undispersed souls were all taken away. The only thing that was not captured was...
underground."
Upon hearing this not-so-good news, Marco's expression did not change, as if he had expected it.
"How many more people can I mobilize?"
"2 Shadows and 21 Shadow Guards."
“Really…
Miserable."
Marco pulled a wooden chair from the room and leaned against it.
"You go down first."
Hearing his command, the shadow disappeared on the wall.
"Huh..." After the shadow disappeared, Marco took a few deep breaths and rubbed his forehead.
"I always feel something is wrong. I can't fully trust the envoy sent by the kingdom, even though he does have the king's decree in his hand...
It seems that I still have to think of a way out and a way out myself."
…