Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 816

Chapter 816 Lan Qi's Blood Moon City Hell Mode

 At dusk.

No matter how lively the city-state looks in November when the National Day Festival is held, no one notices that deep underground, an ultrancient city is slowly operating.

If you get permission from somewhere, you can travel through the long and dark road to the deepest black palace.

 “It's strange, why is my ID missing?”

　　A man muttered to himself.

He was wearing a pitch black leather jacket, the shiny buttons shining against the **** sky.

Maguire couldn't figure out why his Imperial Special Operations ID folder had disappeared.

Excluding the possibility that he lost it, he would at most hang his leather jacket in his office and rarely leave his sight. No one except him could open his office, and not even Nicholas could sneak in. his office.

 But he had no time to think about this issue now. He could only report the loss and replace it as soon as possible, and he did not dare to make it too public. Such a work mistake at such a critical juncture would be quite fatal for him.

As the only seventh-level combatant in the Empire's Special Operations Department, no one dares to follow Maguire easily. He also has the best anti-reconnaissance awareness.

Moreover, in this underground city that is isolated from the world, no one can enter or exit the city hall without anyone noticing.

Maguire walked towards the end of the underground city-state. The majestic castle made of natural obsidian stood quietly in the dark night. The outer walls were inlaid with cold silver edges and embellished with crystal clear red crystal carvings, which reflected a blurred grating in the weak light. .

The bright red blood moon hanging high above the dark dome sheds its bright moonlight on the earth, casting layers of hazy red gauze on this city carefully built with dark stones. Walking in it feels like you are in a mysterious world. And strange dreams.

Through the corridors, Maguire pushed open a giant door engraved with the curse seal of the Blood Moon Heyday Era.

The vision suddenly opened up, and the majestic conference hall-style palace appeared in front of him.

 Maguire bowed his head respectfully.

In front of the Vampire Clan, he was well aware of his own insignificance and humbleness, and did not dare to look around without permission. He could only wait silently for the response from the ancestor of the Vampire Clan.

 He waited for a long time but did not get the order.

 It seems that he came early, and the ancestors of the blood race who called him back have not yet arrived.

 Maguire then slowly raised his head.

On the towering dome, a chandelier made of black iron hung under cold iron chains. On both sides of the long table in the meeting hall, there was no figure on the thirteen high-back chairs like thrones.

 Suddenly.

Maguire seemed to have noticed something, and looked towards the shadow-covered wall of the conference hall.

 Someone came earlier than him—

The tall figure was like a statue carved in the darkness, and his coat seemed to be flapping in the rising wind. It was difficult to see his figure clearly in the darkness.

  In the darkness, only the pair of deep purple eyes were particularly clear.

“Colonel McCree, why are you here?”

Maguire looked closely and judged the identity of the other person from the looming outline of his sunglasses under his sharp purple eyes.

 Capital Garrison Headquarters, the military police are divided into the first brigade and the second brigade.

Last month, there was an accident with the magic power of the Blilda, and it was the Second Gendarmerie Brigade responsible for the outer areas of the capital.

 The First Gendarmerie Brigade is responsible for security in the inner ring of the capital.

This Colonel McCrae is the commander of the 1st Military Police Brigade.

The man just crossed his arms and remained silent.

 “It's so indifferent.”

 Maguire didn't intend to say anything more to the other party.

On the ground, he didn't get along well with the 1st Gendarmerie Brigade of the Capital Garrison Headquarters.

This guy always wears sunglasses and looks arrogant.

Even though they are both colonels, the Imperial Special Operations Division's authority as a secret service is greater than that of the regular military police brigade of the Capital Garrison Command, but McCree seems not to realize this.

 At this time.

 There was an unexpected sound of water dripping in the conference hall.

 Deep in the palace, a flash of green light quietly flashed.

　　A tender green seedling sprouted from the originally lifeless ground.

It grows crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, with vines twisting and circling like snakes and leaves rustling.

 In a blink of an eye, a tree as tall as a man rises from the ground with lush branches and leaves.

Suddenly, a gap opened in the tree trunk, and a slim figure slowly emerged, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

Her skin is as white as snow, and her long pale golden hair falls gracefully down to her waist.

The long eyelashes quivered slightly, and the slowly opened eyes were like new leaves in spring, or like deep water in a deep blue pool, clear, bright and glowing.

 She wears a plain white dress dotted with complex green patterns, which look like vines twining around her.

With her white feet on wooden clogs, she walked lightly down the tree trunk and walked through the palace like the wind.

 The whole body is filled with a refreshing fragrance of flowers, and the air is filled with the beautiful spring spirit.

"I'm sorry, this is my precious son. He has such a character. Please forgive me Captain Maguire."

The light-haired, green-eyed woman who appeared in the palace replied with a smile.

This made Maguire shudder.

 His instinct was not to look at this woman.

Blighted Bishop Niedochka.

˜Good at wood attributes and spiritual attributes.

 She is a woman whose true identity is unknown and enjoys playing with people's hearts. She likes to bewitch those with great power. By offering slanderous words, she kills many brave generals and wise ministers, bringing the country to the brink of collapse.

 Originally, I thought she would find a saint son or saint girl with the same bad abilities.

Unexpectedly, she found a Holy Son whose greatest characteristic was his outstanding frontal combat ability.

“Captain Maguire, why are you ignoring me when I talk to you?”

Blighted Bishop Niedochka asked again.

Her innocent smile was filled with innocence, but her eyes revealed a hint of charm, which made people shudder.

She looked around the palace hesitantly, her white and slender fingers gently stroking the walls. Delicate flowers sprouted one after another wherever she passed, and green vines poured down like waterfalls.

The air became fresher instantly, but this transcendent power made Maguire feel an indescribable magic and felt the power of a creator.

 “Mr. Bishop Niedochka is joking.”

Maguire said softly and apologized.

Bishop Withered seems to be a very kind and beautiful person, but if he really believed it, he would undoubtedly die without knowing how.

 “Don't be so formal…”

When Niedochka was about to say something, her eyes slowly turned toward the entrance of the meeting hall.

 In the palace, a figure walked, leaving rhythmic footsteps on the carpet.

The middle-aged man was wearing a dark green scholar's dress and a top hat, with his hair and beard neatly arranged. He looked gentle and elegant, as if he had never experienced combat, but his excessively deep eyeliner added a heavy weight to his appearance. Evil charm.

 The weak lamp in his hand casts long shadows on and around him.

　　The middle-aged man had pushed open the black iron door of the meeting hall at some point and stood in alone.

“Farmer, were you called here today?”

Withered Bishop Niedochka recognized the Decayed Bishop at the first time and asked doubtfully.

Although they, the Blight Branch and the Decay Branch, are both partners of the Vampire Clan.

 But generally speaking, there will be nothing important to bring all of their highest combat powers together.

“Of course, Harrithir sent someone to call me.”

 The Rotten Bishop Farmer nodded.

Even though he had just arrived, he probably understood Captain Maguire's uneasy state surrounded by the two cardinals.

It seems that Captain Maguire's master, the ancestor of the blood race, has not yet arrived, and Captain Maguire is very afraid of these notorious cardinals.

“Okay, Nedochka, you've scared people. Our cardinal's reputation in the Southern Continent is pretty bad, so we need to be conscious of it.”

Rotten Bishop Farmer put down the box and said as if to smooth things over.

He is just considered by others to be cruel, and he killed more people in biochemical experiments.

Kenedochka is a veritable enchantress who brings disaster to the country.

"Really, I haven't done anything bad. I just had a little fun, and why is it all my fault... You think so, Holy Son."

Niedochka raised her hand, looked at her beautiful nails, and complained faintly.

"I can't judge you well. One day I will arrest you."

The Holy Son of Blight did not agree with her. Instead, he stood on the opposite side of her and denied it firmly.

"Hehehe, you are indeed my greatest joy. I am waiting for that day to come. If you have the ability, just catch me."

Not only was Niedochka not angry, she covered her mouth happily and laughed jokingly.

“It's up to you, Farmer, to curb your interests and hobbies in the imperial capital. The Imperial Special Operations Office is almost targeting you.”

 She turned to advise Farmer.

“There are serial murders everywhere. Is it rare in the empire to randomly kill three members of a family and make a family portrait into an art statue?”

Rotten Bishop Farmer asked disapprovingly.

 Hence, they did not wait for them to continue communicating.

 “I'm sorry, two bishops, for keeping you waiting.”

With this sound in the huge meeting hall, two more figures walked in.

 Leading the group is the seventh ancestor, Margrave Harrithir.

 She walked straight to the seventh high-backed chair next to the Speaker's table.

 The other figure sat on the diagonal high-backed chair opposite her, leisurely.

Harrithier's eyes were always closed, as if she was looking through the layers of domes all the time to see the shapes woven by the bright stars in the night sky.

 “They all just arrived.”

Blighted Bishop Niedochka spread his hands casually.

“First, Maguire, let's talk about Imperial Special Operations intelligence.”

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, spoke in a calm and ethereal tone.

 She doesn't mind sharing the current situation of the empire with the two allied cardinals.

"no problem."

  Maguire replied quickly.

“Violet has now returned to the capital Brilda, but she has not noticed at all that Princess Alexia's personal freedom has been controlled, and she is still busy preparing for the Moon God Festival in the middle of the month.”

Maguire immediately reported the latest situation.

The last instruction he received was to try to keep Violet, the Seat of Beryl, the God of the Sixth Army, away from Brilda as long as possible.

The Vampires secretly manipulated it to create the illusion that fragments of the super-ancient beast King of Skeletons have appeared in the empire. The discovered ruins are extremely dangerous, and a strong force is needed to protect the empire's exploration team and the archaeologists of St. Clair's Monastery.

Eventually, Violet personally went to Lake Starbergen in the neighboring province of Botswana, where she was able to freeze the entire lake near the exploration cave.

If fighting underwater or on the water, Violet will have an absolute advantage.

Other than her, only the First Army God Hyacinthus can ensure that everything is foolproof, but as the commander-in-chief, Hyacinthus cannot personally take action.

Hence, Violet, the Sixth Army God, became the best choice.

During this period, the Vampires have achieved many goals in Brilda.

For example, he further controlled the royal family, transported an ancestor from abroad back to the imperial capital, and assassinated many targets that he had long wanted to eliminate.

"Very good. During her absence, our goals have been basically achieved."

 The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, nodded.

Although there were a few things that he failed to do, including failing to kill the wolf witch with the sin-judging eye.

 But it is also within the allowable error range.

　　The wolf witch will be difficult to kill if she is not killed once. Not only will Violet protect her, but even the old guy Dax may notice her.

Although the eagle dogs under Duke Dax of the Imperial Special Operations Department are not that strong in combat effectiveness, their detection capabilities are quite strong. A few days ago, they almost caught evidence of the excessive gluttony of the Decaying Bishop.

Even Maguire doesn't dare to help the Rotten Bishop cooperate inside and outside. The risk of making small moves in the Empire's Special Operations Department is very high. In addition, large-scale infiltration will definitely be discovered by Dax. Currently, Maguire is the only real instigator in the vampires. A dependent of the Imperial Special Operations Branch to ensure that Maguire would not be implicated by other dependents.

 In addition to the troublesome agents of the Imperial Special Operations Department, there is another more important reason-Duke Dax is one of the most secretive powerful men in the Empire.

It is neither easy to assassinate nor control. Not only does it have few flaws, but due to its status in the empire and its insight, if it cannot be completely controlled, it will definitely cause disaster.

“Thanks to your plan, not only was our assassination not suspected by the empire, but it was all blamed on the Silver Moon Restoration Society.”

 Captain Maguire said respectfully. Last month, the Silver Moon Reform Society's assassinations of nobles became more and more rampant. Although sometimes the Silver Moon Reform Society would help them get rid of their political opponents, sometimes they would also kill the family members they controlled.

  It is certainly a good thing for the Vampires to maintain a certain amount of internal contradictions within the Creation Empire.

The terrorist organization Silver Moon Reformation can be allowed to continue killing like crazy, intensifying the nobles and people to the point of being uncontrollable. In the future, even if the vampires take control of the Creation Empire, it will be troublesome, and they will have to help the Silver Moon Reformation.

Even Marquis Helitier could not divine the identities of the nine sages of this organization, because they had no contact with each other at all, and there was very little cause and effect among the core members, making it impossible to divine.

Even if you find a venerable person, it will be difficult to use this venerable person to uproot other venerable people.

 So it's very difficult to deal with.

However, Marquis Herrithier gave Maguire a vicious plan and asked him to implement it——

The Silver Moon Reform Association wants to kill him, so they will help the Silver Moon Reform Association to kill him.

 Maguire and other blood family members also went to kill, taking the opportunity to kill a few more political opponents, creating a shocking case, and then framed the blame on the Silver Moon Reform Society to arouse the emotions of the imperial nobles.

“Now the empire's search for them has reached an unprecedented level, and even Colonel McCree may have worked a lot of overtime for this.”

  Maguire continued to speak with some apology.

Colonel McCrea, who was standing on one side of the wall, glanced at him and said nothing.

"As expected, now the Imperial Special Operations Division has to go and investigate the Silver Moon Reform Society, and Nicholas the Kestrel is very busy."

Rotten Bishop Farmer clapped his hands. He already knew what the vampires had done.

“You guys are really bad. No wonder I haven't heard any news about the Silver Moon Reform Society recently.”

Blighted Bishop Niedochka commented helplessly.

Now the Vampires not only control the political power of the Creain Empire, but also control the economy and media of the empire. They take advantage of the situation and kill a few important figures in the empire who are difficult to deal with. The Silver Moon Reform will help the Vampires take the blame, and the Vampires can be unscrupulous.

 At the same time, we must kill some of the empire tycoons that the Vampires have already controlled to confuse their eyes and ears, so as not to arouse suspicion.

 Since they acted premeditatedly, they could prepare in advance to distribute the deceased's inheritance and power from the left hand to the right hand. In essence, the loss was minimal, just changing a puppet.

“This is called running in both directions. An old rival taught me this.”

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, sneered, which sounded like a sigh, but also like nostalgia.

 “Maguire, what are the movements of other military gods?”

  She asked casually, turning her cheek.

Since the information related to the Twelve Gods of War is the top secret of the imperial military, unauthorized investigation may lead to counter-investigation. The Imperial Special Operations Division is the only inspection department independent of the military.

 As the war continues, the eighth-level heroic units of both the Empire and the Allies will gradually be depleted.

 It is also difficult for legions and city defense facilities to recover.

Although the Vampires have top-notch hero units, they lack legion troops.

 They can only use humans, or transform from the human camp.

To a certain extent, a legion is like a military line. Without a military line to withstand the enemy's city defense facilities and magical barriers, hero units cannot break through alone, and may even be defeated by a forceful attack.

 Nowadays, the fierce fighting in the early stages of the war has gradually slowed down.

As the Allied forces lost their strategic positions on the southern periphery, they voluntarily gave up part of the area, resources and horizons, and shrank their defense line to the north.

It is no longer easy for the Empire to capture the Allied hero units outside the city defenses.

ˆ Next, the key to victory for both sides lies in follow-up operations, the outcome of large-scale battles, and the competition for neutral resources.

In the absence of strategic points, the rhythm of attack and defense on both sides has also begun to slow down. Some military gods may gradually return, continuing their vital blessings from the gods of war and swords.

"Currently, only the Tenth Army God Julius, the Ruby Seat, has returned. More Army Gods will return during the Moon God Festival in mid-month, and then there will be the Creation National Day Festival next month. All the Army Gods will return. He will definitely arrive and be responsible for maintaining the order of the ceremony and receiving blessings.”

Maguire still knelt on one knee, put his hand on his knee, and reported respectfully.

All

Only one type of God's Blessing can be held at the same time, and cannot be superimposed and coexisted. However, the God of War and Sword God's Blessings in the Crayon Empire are rare pure attack attributes.

Furthermore, the blessings of the God of War and Swords that the Crean Empire can grant to the God of War have a lasting effect of up to one year, and are not the short-term blessings of most gods.

“Why does this guy have to come back in such a hurry?”

Blighted Bishop Niedochka asked intuitively.

Although this military **** poses no threat to her.

"He didn't want to come back on his own. I'm sure he wants to be at the front line of the battlefield more than anyone else. He wants to come back and go to court-martial."

 Captain Maguire shook his head and explained.

This refers to the last time when the Empire and the Allies seized energy on a large scale in the western hub area for the first time, Julius, the God of the Tenth Army, the Red Tourmaline Seat, reversed the situation with one shot, triggering a huge explosion and almost killing the Western Speaker. The Allied Eighth Grade and other military gods were involved.

The imperial military now no longer dares to let Lieutenant General Julius, who is greedy for power and hasty advances, mess around on the front line.

Perhaps the First Army God Hecintos uses war as a way to realize the ideals of the empire.

 Other military gods take battle as their job.

 Only Julius, the Tenth God of War, really enjoys war.

“To be honest, I sometimes envy the God of War.”

 The corrupt bishop Farmer lamented.

“I would also like to ask you two to be more careful not to expose your magic power in the capital of the empire. Now there are three military gods permanently stationed there, and there will be more and more National Day festivals until the end of the month.”

 The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, reminded the two cardinals.

 “Do we need to stay near Brilda?”

Blighted Bishop Niedochka asked.

Rotten Bishop Farmer also looked at the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiir.

According to what Marquis Helitier said, there is still something else they need to do next. This is probably the main thing that invited them here today.

"Farmer, do you remember? You once asked me, is it really necessary for us to do this in order to kill Milaya's daughter?"

　　Marquess Harrithir asked the corrupt bishop Farmer.

"Remember, I failed several times. Milaya's daughter seems to be protected by the goddess of destiny. She can always avoid the death omen you see. She seems to be a priest of the goddess of destiny church. It doesn't matter if she is favored. strangeness…"

Farmer recalled a little and remembered that the last time he personally gave the vampire's Decay Alchemy Beast, he did ask a question.

"The longer we are unable to kill the hybrid demon, the less anxious the eighth-level demon will be. Her evolution speed is extremely fast. If we let her hide in the Crease Empire and continue to practice like this, it will become the biggest variable. Everything seems to be causally related to her.”

 The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, is speaking.

Since the vampires captured Duke Milaya, the silver-haired female demon actually found the coordinates of their Blood Moon City. She tortured the vampires to death after catching them, and even interrogated the location of their underground palace.

Moreover, she let the talented woman run away.

Even if she was struck by the Blood King's divine fire, Harrithir could not completely rest assured.

 Because the blood of Violet, the Sixth Army Divine Water Beryl, can undo this fire poison.

But as long as she can make the silver-haired female demon generate intense hatred, no matter how she grows, she will never be an opponent of Duke Lashar, the third ancestor of their blood race who currently has the highest combat power.

  Duke Rashal's power is at the pinnacle of spiritual magic. The more negative the enemy's negative emotions are, the easier it is for Duke Rashal to find a spiritual loophole and complete mental control and forced brainwashing.

“I understand. Are you worried that on the day of the National Day Ceremony of Creation at the end of the month, when the Twelve Gods of War are unable to move, the witch will come back and even bring stronger companions to break into Blood Moon City?”

Bishop Farmer of Decay lightly hammered his palms and came to a conclusion. The interest in his eyes became even more intense. He had long wanted to capture this rumored demon with extraordinary talents and bring it into his laboratory.

However, the threat of the silver-haired demon is not the main purpose of killing Princess Hyperion. The real meaning of Princess Hyperion's death is to break through Duke Milaya's spiritual defense. Only in this way can Milaya become a vampire. slave.

Duke Miriam's dark magic is too useful for the vampires, and it can also serve as a protective umbrella for the vampires during the day.

"I don't know if the witch will come to save her husband that day, but I think according to her idea, she will try it on National Day whenever possible. The longer the time goes by, the more likely her husband will be by us. Kill impatiently.”

Hrithir affirmed.

　　 aside.

 “One, two, three…six, seven.”

Withered Bishop Niedochka counted, tapping the air with her fingertips. She counted herself, Decayed Bishop Farmer, Marquis Helitier, and the figure sitting opposite Marquis Helitier. .

The figure was obviously a vampire, but he had not spoken since he entered the meeting hall and just listened calmly.

The rest should refer to the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, the ninth ancestor, the Marquis of Bernhard, and the third ancestor, the Duke of Lachard, who were not present today.

 She only calculated the combat power of level 8 and above, so there were seven.

 “This is necessary preparation.”

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, seemed to have noticed the frivolous thoughts of Withered Bishop Niedochka and told her.

 It is absolutely right to be cautious. It was because we were not 1,000% or even 10,000% prepared.

Marquis Harrithir rarely tightened his hand.

 “Thank you for rescuing me.”

 The figure on the tenth high-backed chair finally spoke.

 He has white hair and ruby-like eyes that are bright and restrained.

Maguire couldn't help but look at this vampire.

 This is the first time he has seen this person since he has been to Blood Moon City so many times.

Soon, Maguire realized that he was being disrespectful and should not look directly at the other person, and began to panic.

At this moment, the ancestor of the blood race that Maguire was looking at seemed to have noticed Maguire's gaze and gave him a gentle and polite smile.

  Different from other vampire ancestors, he does not seem to be in any danger, and his existence itself is like a natural work of art.

  “No need to be formal.”

The Vampire Marquis said.

 He was sealed in the north ten thousand years ago, and it would have taken longer to find him.

But fortunately, the defeat of the apostle Duke Morodian seemed to have triggered a series of chain reactions in the north, so some forces from the northern continent took the initiative to propose a deal to them. They could give them the chimeric stone pillar that sealed a certain blood race marquis. When they come back, they will need a share of the blood of each of the four ancestors of their blood clans in the Southern Continent.

I don't know what is being planned over there in the Northern Continent, but I'm afraid it's not the Northern Continent, or even farther away from the Disaster Land.

But that may be a variable that will happen in another story a few years from now.

 Now they have received the Blood Marquis from the other side across the ocean.

 After breaking the seal, it was discovered that the resurrected one was Ulisses, the tenth ancestor.

“Ulises, please help us fight when the time comes.”

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, looked at this old friend whom he had not seen for tens of thousands of years, and asked helplessly.

 Having just unblocked him, he must be allowed to fight again.

 “It doesn't matter, everything is for our long-cherished wish.”

 The tenth ancestor Ulises nodded in agreement.

As the supreme painter of the Vampire Clan, his power [Blood Creation] can make the products of his paintings materialize in a short time. He can quickly create a large number of summons according to the situation, and he is a quite versatile summoner.

Although the combat power is weaker than that of the seventh ancestor Marquis Helitier, the eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset, and the ninth ancestor Marquis Bernhard, it is superior in all aspects, almost the ancestor of the hexagonal legal system, and can deal with various opponents.

“You really gave that demon lady a lot of respect.”

Blighted Bishop Niedochka said with a smile.

 One ninth level plus six cardinal level eight levels.

 Blood Moon City's defensive strength will be at its strongest on that day.

 This is an overdose trap.

 And with the impeccable mechanism of Blood Moon City, no matter how many enemies come, they will be defeated.

It seems that the Vampires are just waiting to catch that demon and put an end to future troubles before embarking on the next step of their plan to completely control the imperial royal family.

"As long as the Night Bishop Milaya is assimilated into our ranks, we will no longer be affected by the empire's daytime influence even on the earth."

Marquis Helitier slowly opened his eyes as deep as a pool of blood. The gaze above the tear stain seemed to have traveled through vast time and space and spanned countless epochs.

“Our vampire race will learn lessons, but humans will not. This stupid race can only continue to repeat history, repeating tragedies one after another, life and death.”

By then, even the Twelve Gods of War, Emperor St. Creation, and Duke Dax will not be able to stop their vampire clan.

Harrithir's voice was almost weighty, falling continuously, penetrating the ground, and falling into the vast void of Blood Moon City.

 Blood Moon City, deep in the abyss several kilometers under the void.

The palace is like a rolling Rubik's cube of stones. At the end of the spiral steps is a temple space with an altar standing in the center.

In the center of the altar, a haggard man is sealed in a black amber-like crystal.

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

That is a gentle black-haired man with a temperament that makes people feel no sense of distance, and is incredibly handsome.

 But at the moment he was just sleeping.

 (End of this chapter)

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