(Flashback: The battle between Akado and the butler.)

Opening the history books and looking back at the war two hundred years ago that recorded the tragic defeat of Lateran, one can find a Sarkaz of extraordinary significance in a small chapter just a tip of the iceberg. Looking at the long river of history, he is not very noticeable, but he played an important role in the entire war.

Walter C. Deness.

This is his “name”.

One Sarkaz named himself after Victoria, an obvious fake.

The reason why he is so significant is that Walter almost completely killed the blood demon who took over the crown in desperation.

But he failed and died in the wilderness where no one cared about him.

The blood demon, whose body was covered with Originium crystals and with the halo of Sakota on his head, walked towards the mountains on the endless river of blood, bringing the first real defeat to the coalition forces of Terra.

From this moment on, the most feared monster emerged from the battlefield.

No one could stop him and his army anymore.

Van Helsing, the most powerful hunter in the Gallic Empire, had his heart cut out.

The Lateran Saint and his right hand also died in the deep mire.

Leitania’s greatest tower wizards were bloodied among the hills.

Ursus’s most outstanding Hippogriff General was beaten into a mummy.

Even Dayan’s extremely talented Taoist priest lost his legs forever.

……

In that battle, all the Pope’s knights died.

Akado was covered in blood. He stood up and looked at the vast mountains and fields. There was no sign of life.

Finally, he loaded the Guardian Gun in his hand and aimed it at the head of Anderson Alexander in front of him. “Salute your fearlessness and faith, Knight of Sakota.”

“In the way of righteousness there is life, and in the paths of it there is no death.” Anderson’s voice was hoarse, his halo had been shattered, and the racial characteristics of the Sarkaz were revealed on his body.

The Blood Demon pulled the trigger, and the etched bullet turned into a stream of light and pierced Anderson.

“Then you shall die as a Sakota.”

Plop. The broken body that had been completely wiped out by the ancient witchcraft from the Sarkaz could no longer heal itself, and Anderson fell to the ground in the mud and never woke up.

Just as Akado was about to take the gun from Anderson, he suddenly stopped.

He looked at his slowly breaking left hand. The broken surface was smooth and neat, with the texture of bones and muscles clearly visible.

So, who is standing in my way in the end, a compatriot or a traitor?

A tall figure wrapped in a black robe, wearing a pale sheep bone mask, holding a huge sickle in his hand. The end of the slender handle was wrapped with circles of black silk threads.

It turned out to be a thief who was heading for the crown.

Akado raised the Guardian Gun with his remaining right hand. His Dead River was empty.

Those sakhotas had killed him too many times.

But Akado did not dare to directly absorb the blood from all the bodies of the Sakota. He did not know whether he would become another person if he accepted the soul of a Lateran believer with such strong emotions in an instant.

The Pardoner took off his mask, revealing a face that was extremely familiar to him.

“You are……”

“A man with nothing.” said the old man with a haggard face.

“The one who once served the Demon King.” The black robe spontaneously burned, and the pardoner who had accompanied the royal family for more than a century quickly became younger.

The pardoner wore a black dress, a favorite of Victorian nobles, under his black robe. He had a straight back and sharp, bright eyes. He took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, put them on, lit a match, and took a long puff.

Akado used the blood demon’s magic to stop the bleeding on his left hand. “You want this crown? This should be your majesty’s.”

The Majesty he was referring to was Theresa, the successor that had long been chosen by the previous Demon King.

“It’s rare to see a Sarkaz who is not interested in power. Are you really a Sarkaz?” The Absolver laughed. “No wonder Theresa likes you so much. You are really a pure weapon.”

Many years ago, he was also feared by his enemies or compatriots like the young boy in front of him.

Those people called him “Death”.

Many people know that a certain demon king of the Sarkaz is famous on the battlefield for his weaving-like spells.

I taught him this magic.

The Pardoner threw the sickle in his hand suddenly, and as the cold edge flickered, black threads quickly spread around, sinking into Akado’s limbs, skin, and flesh, cutting into the deepest parts and twisting the hard bones.

The thread moved at high speed, ending the life of the new demon king in almost an instant. Blood gushed out from dozens of wounds of varying sizes like a fountain.

“In the hundred years of serving the Demon King, the person on the throne has changed again and again,” the Absolver whispered, “The glory of the Sarkaz is gone, and I am tired of it.”

“But it is still too difficult to survive in this world. My life span has come to an end,” he smiled. “Blood Demon, I am greedy. I hope you can put an end to my life.”

“Or, kill me.”

“Or you may be killed by me, and I will enjoy the power of the devil in your place.”

Accardo, who was cut into pieces, fell to the ground, dying.

But the trickles of blood around him gathered into a river and swallowed him up.

Akado stood up again with the soul of Sakota.

There was unquestionable authority and anger in the childish voice.

“You are standing in His Majesty’s way, traitor.”

208. Xiaoqiu County is wiped out, single player hangs up

Akado got off the lander, and the driver in the cockpit was about to release his Originium skill when he immediately cried out in shock and fear. All the blood in his body was quickly drained, and his dried body was slammed on the operating table and crushed into powder.

The mineral sickness was taking his life away all the time.

The Dead River, which has never been effectively replenished, is becoming increasingly dry after years of squandering.

The blood demon took off his sunglasses and walked towards the street amid the uproar of the surrounding residents.

This is the borderland of Victoria, the County of Hills. Hundreds of years ago, the largest ballista processing factory in the Gallic Empire was located here.

But it was obvious that from the moment he entered Victoria, he was on high alert by most of the country’s military armed organizations or government agencies.

After all, Akado never thought about covering his tracks.

To the person standing on the top of the mountain, everything seems insignificant.

He is alone and has to fight against all suspicion and hostility.

With the sound of ping-pong, a group of soldiers in iron armor surrounded him.

According to the doctor’s memory, these people belonged to “Deep Pool”.

The Blood Demon took a step forward, and the surrounding Deep Pool soldiers also took a step forward, blocking his way to the street.

So they died.

The blood was drained and turned into dust, which flew into the sky.

As Akado strolled through the streets of Hill County, residents who had no time to escape dared not look at him or move. Babies were frightened and cried loudly.

The Blood Demon looked over and the parents quickly covered the child’s mouth.

His destination was a little further away.

It was a barber shop. A girl from the Film tribe with long light pink hair was playing with a pair of small scissors in the shop out of boredom.

There were not many customers and the store was deserted, with the quietness of late autumn in Victoria.

Red maple leaves fell all over the skylight, making a rustling sound. Susie stood up quickly, “The guest wants…”

She didn’t dare to move.

It was a pale blood demon, its scarlet eyes already fixed on him.

Susie has recently often heard about the various terrorist policies promulgated by the Sarkaz people in the royal city, especially the blood demons, who have been slaughtering people in and outside the royal city day and night.

Blood Demon…

She was so frightened that she could hardly stand.

It is too much of a stretch to expect a girl in her prime to face the horror folk legend itself.

In Victoria, where civil unrest was ongoing, popular movies were far from being popularized. Naturally, no one knew about Accardo’s exaggerated fame.

Of course, even if it could be popularized, the nobles would not allow their city residents to watch these film and television works that could whitewash the image of the Sarkaz.

Accardo found a seat with good lighting and sat down. The barber shop was decorated very exquisitely. “Give me a haircut.”

He said so.

Susie gritted her teeth, trying to overcome her timidity and approached, “Sir…”

“Ok?”

“Ah!” The pink kitten was almost scared to tears. The Originium Technique was out of control, and static electricity crackled all over the body.

Accardo asked her, “Have you ever taken a physics class?”

“A little bit…”

“Electrical?”

“I have learned…”

“What about electromagnetics?”

“I have learned it before…” Susie took a few trembling steps away from Akado, “Guest, guest, I am…”

“Forget about it if you can’t do the work,” Acardo stood up and threw her a USB drive. “Magnetic field rotation and electric current propulsion. You don’t understand their significance yet. When you have time, go to Rhine Life in Columbia. You are the most suitable person for this gift.”

“This is……”

“Something that can change your destiny.”

The Blood Demon walked out the door, and Deep Pool’s soldiers had already surrounded him in circles.

He waved his hand, blood flew everywhere again, and then the ground was covered with dust.

Akado caught the dull and dark green-faced Feilin at the end of the crowd and said, “Lead the way. You Shenchi have invited me so many times. It’s time for me to go and take a look.”

Feilin finally came to her senses and swung the staff in her hand violently.

Almost instantly, huge rocks fell from the sky and were crushed by the blood, leaving no powder at all.

“It has some of the flavor of the magic of the Stonewing Demon Court, but it is just a form.”

The Blood Demon commented nonchalantly, holding Mandela by the back of her collar and lifting her up, “You’d better be of some use. I don’t mind giving you a chance to live.”

The staff fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Mandela was completely confused. She wanted to curse at the Sarkaz who had made her hate them for countless nights, but in the end she couldn’t utter a word.

That kind of irresistible power that can crush all obstacles in an instant, all language and thoughts seem to be dimmed by it.

Her pale lips trembled, but she said nothing in the end and nodded silently.

It seemed that if there was any objection, the blood demon would tear them into pieces with magic.

Even Mandela didn’t think that even the leader of the Deep Pool, who she thought was omnipotent, could compete with Akado.

She was afraid that if she refused the Blood Demon’s order here, the meaning of her survival would be completely destroyed.

(Some people are so anxious, I can’t tell you, haha, see the picture below.)

209. Look, that’s the devil

Seeing that it was Mandela, who was not even liked by his own people, who brought his ancestor, Shenchi surrendered quickly.

Several cadres lined up to greet him with shameless faces.

In the turbulent Victoria, the history and stories of the Sarkaz are widely spread. After all, the people living in the royal city are the most elite warriors of the Sarkaz. They have experienced many battles, have a long life, and have witnessed too many tragedies and legends. More or less, they have brought the legends of their hometown to this country.

The most popular ones are probably the Six Heroes of Kazdel and the Demon King who is rumored to be in the depths of Londinium.