The Marquis, with soft light brown hair and a pair of green eyes, looked embarrassed at this time, and his clothes had turned into rags hanging on his body, and he could not tell the original appearance at all.

The teeth of low-level blood clans are not ordinary sharp. Although they cannot bite through the protective cover, they can bite through hard steel.

At this time, a faint blue halo appeared on the marquis, forming an oval around him, separating the low-level blood clans flying in the air around him.

His eyes were cold, but he could not hide the rage in it.

"What? Are you unwilling to accept it?" 'Andre' chuckled.

The sloppy marquis, standing in the air and dressed in rags, became even more angry and wanted to pounce on him and beat him up.

But as a marquis-level blood clan, he wouldn't be so reckless.

Just now, he clearly felt the change of the count in front of him.

Changes in an instant.

He had previously confirmed that although the Count in front of him was stronger than the ordinary Count, he was definitely not the strength he showed now.

What happened just now?

He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the fear coming from deep inside his body.

Yes, it's fear.

It was a kind of fear that only a blood clan with much higher blood than him. He hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

Although the body in front of him belongs to Count Sakety, he could sense that it is no longer Count Sakety inside.

Countless thoughts flipped quickly in the mind, and the brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis did not think for too long, and his body made decisions before his brain.

He lowered his head and bowed slightly, held his fist in his right hand to his chest and made a respectful posture.

This is a reaction to the blood clan with higher bloodlines than his, and his body's instinct.

The brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis spoke: "Sir, I am just an executor. This is an order from the Presbyterian Church, and I have to obey it."

The implication is that the order issued by the Presbyterian Church was unable to resist.

There are princely blood clans among the members of the Presbyterian Church, and that is not something he, a marquis, can fight against.

"Presbyterian?" 'Andre' sneered, "Why don't you just say it's Stark?"

The brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis immediately sweated profusely. He felt the pressure of the other party increase a lot, pressing on his body, making him almost unable to breathe.

Stark…?

Only the prince-level blood clan can do it if Prince Stark is not accorded with respect.

Vampires below the prince's level dare not do this...

Unable to concentrate, just when the brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis felt that he was about to be swallowed by the other party's pressure, "Andre" stopped.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, the brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis bent over and coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

‘Andre’s eyes had already moved away from him, and he turned to look to the left, which was the direction of the infirmary.

Three huge werewolfs were chasing two black figures riding on the hoverboard and flying towards this side. Although there was still more than a kilometer away, "Andre" could see clearly.

Mutant werewolf?

His eyes stayed at a black figure riding a hoverboard for a few seconds. To be precise, on the other party's hoverboard, "Andre" suddenly curled the corner of his mouth.

It's really unreasonable little girl.

"You go and get rid of those three werewolfs, and I will leave you a way out." "Andrey" said without looking back.

Without waiting for the brown-haired and blue-eyed marquis to respond, he had already flew to the audience. He stepped on the ground with his feet, raised his right hand and knocked on the closed metal door.

The outside of the auditorium was not protected by a protective cover, but the folding door was protected by Paul's protective cover, otherwise Sheng Bing would not have allowed Paul to stay here.

The brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis looked down at the existence of the suspected prince standing in front of the iron gate. He found that the low-level blood clans around him were no longer attacking him.

But he still gathered around him, as if he would attack him at any time.

During the few minutes he was hesitating, the three werewolfs had been guided to the driving range, and the two people riding the hoverboard suddenly disappeared.

Hidden?

The brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at the three werewolfs who were obviously taking special potions standing on the practice field and looking around, obviously looking for the two people who led them here.

Looking at the low-level bats around him, he gritted his teeth and opened his hands, then waved his hands forward in the air.

Suddenly, all the low-level blood tribes flying in the air seemed to have received instructions to fly towards the three werewolfs.

The harsh screams penetrated the sky, and the three werewolf saw the group of bats rushing towards them and shouted loudly at the sky.

" -"

This is a showdown between werewolf and blood clan, a showdown full of blood and wildness.

The dust was flying on the driving field, and the brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis and three werewolf kept making deafening attacks among a group of low-level blood clans.

The sound of overwhelming waves made the entire practice field shaking violently.

"Andre" standing in front of the iron gate of the audience seemed to be out of place with everything behind him. He stood in front of the iron gate and knocked on the iron gate several times.

He put down his hand when the person inside opened the iron door and exposed a messy head.

"Count Sakety?" Paul asked the person in front of him in confusion.

Boom-

The loud noise on the practice field was accompanied by the shaking of the ground, which scared Paul and he retracted behind the iron gate.

‘Andre’ didn’t care much, so he pushed open the iron door and walked in, locking the noise outside outside.

"Well, what's going on outside?" Paul asked in confusion.

Although the door was closed, the loud noise on the practice field and the constantly shaking ground made Paul feel uneasy.

It won't collapse here, right?

Should he hide in another place?

‘Andre’ shrugged and said casually: “It’s just to let them practice their hands, and it won’t be over in a long time.”

That's fine.

Paul patted his chest with confidence, but he immediately realized something was wrong.

Although he couldn't connect to the surveillance of the driving range, he secretly threw a mini camera out of the crack of the door. He clearly saw Count Sakety struggling to deal with it, but now he is standing here intact.

What is going on?

He always abides by the principle of asking if he doesn't understand, and Paul tells out his thoughts.

‘Andre’ smiled. He shook his head lightly, stretched out his left hand and patted Paul on the shoulder and said, “No wonder Sheng Bing thinks you are still a child.”

What is this?

Paul looked at Count Sakety in front of him in a daze. It was Count Sakety, but why did he feel that the person in front of him was more like Duke Olsini?

"What task has your great god assigned you?" "Andre" glanced at the light curtain in front of Paul and asked casually.

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Chapter completed!