Baby, let me suck blood!

Gathering his mind, Ai Luo took a deep breath and walked in.The six elders who were nailed high to the beams and pillars had a lead-colored inverted cone inserted in the middle of their chests. The tip just penetrated into the body and was nailed to the wall. Outside.Otherwise, no trauma.

The corpses of the blood race will disappear soon, but judging from the corpses of the six elders, they died at least a week ago.But the corpse was hung on the wall intact!

How did you do it?

Ai Luo's iron-gray pupils were turning red uncontrollably. He took a deep breath, jumped up suddenly, reached out and pulled out the elder of the Tremere clan whose status was not high in the secret party, Elder Simmore's chest. Something like a bone spur!

Holding the lead-colored strange thing and landed steadily, the elder's body lost its anchor and was about to fall to the ground in a blink of an eye.

However, it didn't really hit the ground.

The moment he took out the diamond-shaped cone, the body began to be gradually decomposed and evaporated by the air. Before the person fell down, the body had already been turned into powder and completely disappeared in the air.

In the world, there is no such person as Elder Simmore anymore.

Ai Luo felt a little heavy and depressed.He turned his head to look at Elder Hull, who was of the same clan as him, and finally cast his impenetrable gaze on the bone spur in his hand.

──So, is it because this thing stuck in the body, so the corpse won't disappear?So... can it be understood that this thing has a force similar to confinement on the corpse?

The cone-shaped thing can kill the six most powerful elders, and at the same time imprison corpses and souls...

Ai Luo's palm holding the spur suddenly tightened!

The one who can do all these things at the same time... Could it be... the butcher knife of the Assamite family of the neutral clan—one of the thirteen sacred weapons that has the power to imprison corpses and souls because it killed 500 million people, and can create infinite hatred "Angel thorn"? !

But that thing disappeared long before the last holy war began! The Assamite family once mobilized the strength of the whole family to search for it, but they couldn't find it.

If it was really that thing... then Ethan would tell him to let him come to the elders to have a look, which proves that he knew about it a long time ago.

And Ethan said before that he is no longer Ketifil's opponent...

To tidy it up, it means that Kotifel found the angel thorn...

If it was him, then the matter of killing the Sixth Elder would make perfect sense.After all, the whole blood clan has the guts to kill six elders who are the eighth generation of blood clan at the same time... and only the man who will not do anything to beat himself.

But in this way, he will be in big trouble.That is no longer a problem that can be solved by simply killing a few people.If Ketifel really got the angel thorn, then according to his style of conduct, he must kill the entire secret party!

"Angel thorn... Kotifel..."

Originally, Ai Luo whispered these two nouns that gave him a headache, but he didn't expect that someone would respond to this sentence that was just unconsciously muttering to himself!That sinister and strange voice blatantly resounded through the entire hall, and the gradually louder laughter was even more defiant to the point where even the dead elders showed no respect!

"──Hehehe, you can even recognize this angel thorn that has been missing for hundreds of years, Fanzhuo, you are really insightful."

Calmly looking at the gloomy man with black hair and green eyes who came out of the side hall quietly, Ai Luo bent down and picked up a bronze sword hilt engraved with the totem of the Ventrue clan, symbolizing the status of the elder of the clan. Holding the bright silver sword in his hand, he waved it a few times on his own, tested the feel of the hand, and changed a few words of Ketifeier's words. Prince Fanzhuo responded in a voice that could not be heard: "You can even find the angel thorns that have been missing for hundreds of years── Ketifeier, you are really good at it."

"Hahahaha!" Ketifeier laughed loudly, he looked at Ai Luo's movement of swinging the sword, raised his eyebrows and sneered disdainfully: "Even the Sixth Elder is not the opponent of this angel stabbing, Fanzhuo, you only have one sword , what can I do?"

Originally, Ai Luo and Ketifeier could draw a tie.But this balance was easily broken after Kitifil got the angel thorn.Ketifil was right, the six elders united and eventually died under the stab of an angel, and now Ai Luo is indeed no longer his opponent.

Who is strong and who is weak, there is no need to fight at all, just to distinguish clearly.

Ai Luo didn't try to be brave, he just held the family's long sword and smiled lightly and asked, "If I put down the sword, will you let me leave the elders?"

"I can't." Ketifil raised his eyebrows, holding a harp in one hand that looks like a harp, but it's much smaller in size, and the strings on it have the same cones as the ones nailed to the six elders. shaped spurs.Standing there, looking at Ai Luo is like looking at a tiny ant or a dead person who has lost any fighting ability! "──But I can make your death a little easier."

"That's it..." Surrounded by the murderous aura, although he was absolutely weak, he didn't find the slightest tension or panic from Ai Luo. He calmly tilted his head, and his smile was a bit sarcastic. "Ketifel, the conditions you offered are still as harsh as ever."

The economic conditions of the Demon Party have always been inferior to that of the Secret Party, which is why most humans went to Ailuo instead of Ketifil when they wanted to sign a contract before.

It is a strong proof that the Devil Party is weaker than the Secret Party.

Ketifil, who has gained the upper hand in every way now, is of course unwilling to hear any more words related to this.

But Ai Luo was not afraid of death and just poked his sore spots!

"In this case, then there is no need for us to talk any further." Ketifeier restrained his smile, his ice green and sultry pupils suddenly tightened, and his elongated sharp nails scraped against the bone harp, sending out a sound that resounded all around At the same time as the piercing and sharp sound, a bone spur flew out from the piano stand, and stabbed straight at the place where Ai Luo was!