Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1274 - 815: Lanci’s Blood Moon City Hell Mode_5

"There's no need to be reserved."

The Blood Clan Marquis said.

He was sealed in the north ten thousand years ago and was supposed to take even longer to be found.

But luckily, due to a series of chain reactions caused by Duke Morotian's fall, a power from the Northern Continent has actively proposed a trade to deliver the embedding stone column that sealed a certain Blood Clan Marquis, in exchange for a portion of blood essence from each of the four Ancestors of the Blood Clan on the South Continent.

It is unclear what the Northern Continent is planning, but it is probably not just the Northern Continent, maybe even beyond the remote Calamity Servitude.

However, that might just be a variable that will occur in another story in the years to come.

Now they have already received the Blood Clan Marquess sent over the distant ocean by the other party.

After unsealing it, it was found that the resurrected was Tenth Ancestor Ulysses.

"Ulysses, we will have to trouble you to help us in battle when the time comes."

Marquis Helitier, the Seventh Ancestor, looked at her old friend not seen for tens of thousands of years and reluctantly asked for help.

Just unsealed, and yet to make him fight again.

"No trouble at all, it's all for our long-cherished wish."

Tenth Ancestor Ulysses nodded in agreement.

As the supreme painter of the Blood Clan, his power "Blood Creation" can bring the creations of his brush to life for a short time, capable of quickly creating large numbers of summons according to the situation, belonging to a very versatile type of Summoner.

Although his combat ability is weaker than Marquis Helitier, the Seventh Ancestor, Marquis Sommerst, the Eighth Progenitor, and Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt, his advantage is being comprehensive, almost a six-sided magical-type ancestor, capable of dealing with various opponents.

"You really gave that Demon Race lady quite some respect."

Withered Bishop Nedodichka said with a smile.

A ninth-order plus six Cardinal Bishops of the eighth-order.

The defensive force of Blood Moon City would reach its peak that day.

It's an overly elaborate trap.

And with the impregnable mechanism of Blood Moon City, any number of enemies would be easily handled.

It seems the Blood Clan is just waiting to capture that Demon Race member to end future troubles, then they plan to move on to the next step of completely controlling the Imperial Royalty.

"As long as we integrate the Night Bishop Migaya into our ranks, even on the surface, we will no longer be affected by the Empire's daytime."

Marquis Helitier slowly opened those eyes deep as pools of blood, the gaze above the teardrop mole seemed to travel through vast time and space, over countless epochs,

"Our Blood Clan will learn lessons, whereas humans will not; this foolish race can only keep repeating history, enduring one tragedy after another, rising and falling."

By then, even the Twelve War Gods, the Emperor Saint Kray, and Duke Dex could not prevent the Blood Clan's rise.

Helitier's voice seemed almost heavy, continually falling, penetrating the ground, falling into the vast emptiness of Blood Moon City.

...

Blood Moon City, deep within the earth's abyss, several kilometers below the void.

The palace resembling rolling cubed stones, at the end of a spiral staircase, there was a temple space with an altar standing in the center.

At the heart of the altar, a haggard man was sealed within a black amber-like crystal.

The black crystal imprisoned his figure, rendering him unable to break free.

He was a gentle, black-haired male with an unbelievably handsome appearance that one would feel no sense of distance from.

But at this moment, he was only sleeping and not waking.