Demon Royal Family

"Vapoli listens to my call, and all confusion will be blown away by the whirlwind..."

"Youdedi, Beludi, Shi Kedi, please lift your veils and show an elegant smile to the world. Your brilliance should not be obscured by dark clouds, just as your eyes should not be covered with dust..."

In the courtyard of the palace, dozens of court mages were divided into two teams, chanting different spells.

"Wind Wapley's Breath!"

"The wind and dark clouds disperse!"

The fog of war that had been filled for a long time quickly dissipated like foam in the sun. The dark clouds in the sky slowly moved away. Three moons emerged from behind the dark clouds, and the fog in the royal capital disappeared.

The crystal ball accurately reflected the chaos in the royal capital, and Severn III looked gloomy: "What are the sheriffs doing? Why were these heretics able to sneak into Lasces City?"

"The vampires transformed a large number of vigilantes into blood servants. Within a month, this group of heretics entered Laces City in batches and lurked in the sewers."

The Archbishop of Laces Cathedral slowly entered the palace and saluted: "Your Majesty the King, this is a rebellion that has been planned by heretics for a long time. It is a disaster. We need to gather all our strength to drive these heretics out of the royal capital."

Severn III said loudly: "Pass my order to dispatch the 'King's Spear', and let Donald lead the attack to deal with the Orcs of Odo. The leader of the 'King's Shield', Jameson, was released from standby and led the team to attack to eliminate the vampires." "

The Overlord also turned around and ordered the deputy deacon: "Ask Arbitrator Genuit to take action and make sure to eliminate the red heretics in the north."

…

The fog dissipated, and the chaos in the aristocratic district completely appeared before Sistine's eyes. The streets were filled with blood, and the powerful nobles in twos and threes fought with the vampires. A large number of villas were set on fire, and the Glomar vampires caused huge damage.

"King's Shield" and the Templar Knights hunted the Vampires. The swords and claws collided with sparks, and splashes of blood flowed. The number of Gromar Vampires dropped sharply, with the loss exceeding 70%.

Sistine saw black smoke burning in other directions in the capital, and said with a satisfied smile: "Our mission is accomplished, retreat!"

The remaining vampires who received the order gave up the fight one after another, blended into the night, and fled in all directions. A large number of nobles who had survived the disaster slumped on the ground, gasping for air regardless of the image of the nobles.

Sistine turned into a bat and fled away.

Suddenly, a huge golden shield appeared in the night sky, with dazzling golden light. This diamond-shaped light shield, which was more than the size of a three-story building, was grabbed by a man wearing one-piece fine gold armor. He swung it fiercely, like swatting a fly. Smashing the bat transformed by Sistine from the air to the ground, the bat quickly returned to its human form.

The golden shield suddenly shrank, turning into a shield-shaped battle pattern shining with golden light, and returned to the back of the man's hand.

Sistine looked up and smiled calmly: "'Golden Royale'—Jardison Sean, the leader of the 'King's Shield'."

Jameson was a burly man, holding a giant sword with both hands, pointing at Sistine, and said in a cold voice: "Heretics, what is your purpose?"

Sistine's five fingers rubbed gently, emitting a jingle like gold and iron. Black and red mist flew out from under the black robe, wrapping around the body and circling. High-level vampires have the power to control "blood and darkness" , this is a very evil bloodline ability.

"It seems you are not going to answer." Jason shouted coldly and charged forward with great force, crushing the stone slabs along the way. The momentum was terrifying. The Sistine he was fighting had a completely opposite style, just like the same person. A ghost, silent and swift, flew towards Jameson.

The sharp claws wrapped in the black and red mist collided hard with the giant sword shining with golden light. With a roar, the burst of air waves blew off the roofs of the villas on both sides of the street.

In a true showdown between strong men, the aftermath alone can cause huge damage.

In the next moment, Jameson and Sistine had already exchanged dozens of blows, and all they could see were two blurry shadows moving at high speed. The golden light and black mist were like splashes of water thrown by stones on the lake. Designed by the Art Association. The aristocratic streets were instantly transformed beyond recognition.

"If you only have the rank of Blood Count, you will only end up being killed by my sword."

Jameson's strength steadily suppressed Sistine, but Sistine was calm, stroking the Black Eyes Bishop's ring that belonged to the Nine Rings of Darkness with Ivo, and sneered: "I can't kill you, but you You can’t stop me.”

…

The slums fell into a tragic massacre, but the fallen corpses gradually revived and became the zombie army under Seloma's command. There were more than five hundred people, and this number was still increasing.

"Kill, kill, your bodies will belong to me!"

Bloody corpses and pale skeletons charged at the fleeing people in the slums.

However, the fleeing crowd seemed to have hit an invisible wall, involuntarily avoiding a man wearing a silver mask, like water separated by rocks.

The man in the silver mask was slowly walking towards the undead army against the crowd. He attracted attention. The crowd around him looked at him in surprise and unconsciously slowed down, as if the appearance of the man in the silver mask drove away their fear.

The mask is made of stardust silver. It is thin and hard. The surface is as shiny as inlaid with diamonds. It is exquisitely made. Only his eyes are exposed. The man in the silver mask is covered in a large cloak with black lines on a white background. His figure is thin. He is walking slowly. Wearing clothes, cloth boots were exposed again and again from the hem of the robe that covered the whole body.

Seloma stopped and his excited face suddenly turned into a twisted expression mixed with hatred and fear. He gritted his teeth and said, "Arbitrator Genute!"

The members of the Inquisition are called Templars and are divided into four levels. The third level is the "Arbitrator". Generally speaking, the simpler the level division, the greater the gap between each level.

There are thousands of "White Gloves" and nearly a hundred "Judges" in the entire Kingdom of Lases, but there is only one "Arbitrator" - Genute.

"The red heretic, the 'fallen mage who desecrated the dead' Seloma, you make me very angry." Genute's tone was cold, and a surging white light lit up between his eyebrows. The whiteness spread over a large area, and the movements of the undead army suddenly slowed down. Several times later, the fleeing crowd suddenly felt at ease, as if their fears had been eliminated.

The divine blade "Holy Spring Water" greatly weakens all heretics within a thousand meters around it, ranking thirty-fifth.

A huge "oblique hexagram" appeared behind Seloma. He stretched out his hand and dozens of "decayed" bone spears appeared out of thin air, floating behind him.

Genute slowly raised his hands, and shining silver stars rose from behind, like a miniature version of the galaxy hanging behind him. There were no spells, no spell-casting gestures, and no signs.

This is not a spell, but a divine spell given by God.

"The Divine Art: Belludi's Crystal Tears!"

Genute not only possesses the "divine blade" unique to the Templars, but his main system is also the special profession of the Holy See - the magician.

The method of obtaining divine blades and divine spells is extremely demanding, but extremely powerful. The physical energy consumed is not worth mentioning, but the power is horrifying.

There is no systematic hierarchy for magicians, but they can be ranked among the six cornerstone systems by relying on the "low consumption" power obtained from countless devout worships. This is a blessing from the gods to believers.

Therefore, as a necromancer who is good at human sea tactics, he did not let his undead army entangle Genuit, because the effect was very bad.

The bone spear changed from static to high-speed shooting, and the starlight behind Genute also attacked at the same time. The bone spear and the starlight collided in mid-air, and there were continuous explosions, with endless booms, and bone powder falling down.

…

The Orcs, who were about two and a half meters tall, were slaughtering civilians. Their mission was to create killings and chaos. This was their best skill.

"Run away!"

"Beasts! They are all beasts!"

A burly Odo orc stepped on a frightened civilian, chopped off his head with an axe, and then raised the head in a majestic manner and roared loudly.

Suddenly, he felt some shaking on the ground, and looked at the other end of the street in confusion. That was the source of the vibration, which was approaching quickly.

A cloud of smoke first appeared in sight, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves rumbled through the sky. A dozen Odo orcs on the street looked in the same direction in surprise.

Phew, the strong war horses rushed out of the smoke raised by the horses' hooves. This was a large group of heroic knights wearing rose gold knight armor and conical lances in their hands. They charged like golden waves. They were majestic and bright red cloaks fluttered in the wind. Flying freely in the air.

"The Spear of the King", Royal Knights of Severn.

With a bang, the knights collided with the Odo orcs, like two giant beasts colliding. The Odo orcs on this street were overturned by the huge impact and turned into flesh under the horses' hooves. Some orcs turned into flesh at the moment of collision. It became a meat skewer on a four-meter-long lance.

Unstoppable!

The same scene happened on every street in the urban area.

Chief Modo Gray Fang roared and fought among the knights. The chief of the orc tribe must be the strongest warrior in the tribe. His two axes flew, knocking the royal knights off their horses and cutting through the rose gold armor like a hair. A crazy beast, the "King's Spear" is also hard to stop.

The royal knights scattered one after another. At the end of the street, a unique knight who only wore a black noble dress charged alone, but his expression was as calm as if he was enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea. His black hair was fluttering in the wind, and he rushed towards the chief. Modo, the lance in his hand was steady and level, pointing at Chief Modo's chest.

Modo slapped his chest hard with the blade of his axe, roared at the black-haired noble knight, sprinted forward, and twirled his axes.

The war horse rushed in front of Modo. The chief turned around to avoid the lance. One ax struck the horse's head from the side, and the other ax chopped at the leg of the black-haired noble knight.

The black-haired noble knight flicked his wrist, and the heavy lance suddenly seemed to have spirituality. He tilted slightly, and the gun body happened to block the two axes. The lance did not move at all under the heavy blow, and sparks flew everywhere.

The moment he passed by, the black-haired noble knight tightened the reins, and the horse stood tall with a long neigh. The black-haired noble knight's position became higher, just diagonally above the chief's back. This was a blind spot.

The lance twitched, like a poisonous snake that had spotted the opportunity, bit out fiercely, and inserted diagonally into Modo's back from above, pinning him directly to the ground.

Kill with one blow!

The black-haired noble knight pulled out his lance and sat upright on his horse. His face was very calm from beginning to end, as if he had not killed the heretical orc chief who had caused trouble in the royal capital, but was as calm as eating a piece of cheese.

"So weak..." Donald, the leader of the King's Spear, spat out this sentence lazily.

Marquis Donald Frendo, the head of the Royal Knights, has won several championships of the Lascelles Knights. He has held the title of "First Knight of the Kingdom" for fifteen years and has never been taken away.

This commotion was so sudden that Lasces City was like a sleeping lion that was attacked by a vicious wolf and bit off a bloody piece of meat.

However, the lion was enraged and woke up from his slumber. The wolf faced the lion's angry counterattack.

…

(Ivo: My protagonist has not appeared in three chapters. Author, are you going to rebel?)

(The last few chapters are all foreshadowing chapters)