MTL - The Roots of Manga-Chapter 214 mysterious purpose

Chapter 214 Mysterious Purpose

The epidemic doctor looked at Grand Duke Syl, the black hole behind the mask reveals the abyss that **** in everything, it looks like a bottomless abyss.

"Grand Duke, you know, the reason why we choose to cooperate with you is because you have mastered the communication method of His Majesty Abaddon, the angel of death and destruction. Why don't you seek the help of that lord to find Degu pull?"

The plague doctor's voice was like a gentle gentleman, in terms of the elegance of his tone, he was even comparable to the nobleman, the Archduke Syl.

Grand Duke Syl shook his head when he heard the words: "That majesty is not like the supreme **** in Egypt. He hasn't woken up yet, and he just responded instinctively to me, a believer."

"Is that so? Your Excellency, I hope you can meet our first condition. We will also help you deal with the blood king in New York for the same purpose."

The epidemic doctor is gentle.

Grand Duke Syl showed a slight smile, and said: "A mere Marquis...but the deal is made, I will help you to get his heart."

"That's right, from the beginning to the end, our goals are the same without conflict. This kind of cooperation is full of harmonious beauty and reveals the brilliance of art."

The plague doctor's voice seemed to be filled with a smile, and his body gradually distorted, turning into spirit particles and disappearing.

The light of the crystal ball on Tabletop Mountain slowly extinguished.

Grand Duke Syl's smile gradually retracted, and fear and gloom gradually appeared in his eyes.

"...The blood race is a different kind...so, what about you?"

The old man stood up and took down the cross sword hanging on the wall. The plain smile appeared in his eyes again, but it was full of disobedience.

There seemed to be some blood in his eyes. This grand duke, the leader of the exorcists, had a killing intent that ordinary people could not imagine.

"Howard, when you said my idea was whimsical, I laughed at your naivety and ignorance. You said that peace is easy to achieve, as long as everyone works hard in one direction, as long as some people sacrifice silently, you denied me. You said that the nuclear bomb is a good thing, it should not be controlled by an organization like I said. It turns out that I failed. I lost my power in Fasis and became an unknown old man. But now it is different , I want to prove to you that when a person has all the power in his hand, pure will make everything less complicated!"

Grand Duke Syl showed an open smile, and then he walked into a secret room, looked at a dozen bloods tied to the black cross inside, and showed a gentle smile.

"May Saint Abaddon grant you death!"

"Your soul will belong to Saint Abaddon, poor chaotic soul, you will be completely consumed, and your shattered spirituality will become the nourishment of the world..."

Whispers with an obscure tone sounded, wailing rang out in the secret room, and black flames lit up. Not long after, there were only a dozen empty crosses in the secret room, and the remaining black powder below. The black powder floated without wind, clinging to On top of the cross, it adds a blackness to the cross.

Feeling the stronger power in his body, Grand Duke Syl has more confidence in the next plan.

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In a secluded villa, a pale-skinned young man looked at Protos kneeling in front of him, and let out a bored breath.

He picked up the potato chips, stuffed them into his mouth casually, and started to chew. After eating a pack, he felt a little thirsty, so he drank the precious red wine that had been sobered by his hand like water.

"It's really unexpected. A blood race like you will also ask me for help. Don't you know who I am?"

"Count, I only hope to be redeemed by you."

Protos trembled and said, he didn't have the demeanor of the blood king of New York at all.

Everything about him was beaten to pieces during this period, Jin Bin's strength, the Hand's revenge, the plague doctor's assassination, and the exorcist's sharp sword...

He was targeted by almost everyone, who seemed to want to eradicate him, a vampire who was already an eyesore.

In the United States, the originally powerful Setet blood clan power seemed to be weakened in an instant, various forces were targeted, and the exorcists and the Holy See flooded into the United States in an all-round way.

Setet's power was severely damaged, and Protos knew that the Holy See must have paid a price because of the intervention of the US government. After all, the Holy See was based on reality.

As for the exorcists, he didn't want to pay attention to what those lunatics were thinking, and the plague doctor who suddenly appeared had a reason to deal with them, they were old enemies.

As for Grand Duke Mengya, he seemed to ignore all of this and never showed up.

Fortunately, when he was desperate, he accidentally found this mysterious and powerful ancient blood clan by relying on his control of the blood clan sacred artifact.

He knew that if this one made the move, the crisis he was facing would disappear.

Because he is Dracula, the Count Dracula who gave the blood race destruction and glory! Protos thought excitedly, his body trembling faintly because of emotion.

The young man said slowly: "Go back. As for what you want, I will stop the Holy See from taking action. You should be able to solve the rest."

"Okay...ok...thank you sir, I'm leaving now! I'm leaving now!"

Seeing Protos leaving in a state of embarrassment, Dracula showed impatience and some disappointment~www.novelbuddy.com~ and said to the air next to him: "It seems that he is useless."

"After all, he is a bereaved dog. It is an extravagant hope to expect him to have a heart. The cardinal of the Holy See, holding Pope St. Yemoge's shepherd's sword, nearly killed him who was chasing him. And his subordinates Because of the interference of many parties, the power of the power is now on the verge of extinction, and at the critical moment of life and death, he has lost all rights, no matter how wise he is, his courage has been broken."

A faint female voice sounded.

"Hmph, how long will you keep this half-human, half-ghost attitude, I really don't want to bear it any longer!"

An impatience appeared on Dracula's face.

"Count, although you are powerful, you are coveted by everyone. You are related to too many secrets, not to mention Leviathan and the eighth hero Howard, and all the ancients of the blood race, but the plague doctor, I I don't think you are too sure about it. What's more, the leader of the exorcist who has been favored by the angel of death and destruction is even more chasing you."

Dracula dissatisfied: "It's not because you grasped the awakening in advance, and I didn't expect that just asking a servant to buy me a pizza would provoke the current leader of the exorcist."

"Now, it's not suitable for you to be too high-profile."

the disembodied woman advised.

Dracula shook his head and said, "No, if all my powers are released, even those heroic spirits, only Gilgamesh is worthy of being my enemy. So your worries are meaningless."

"Don't forget what our purpose is. Earl, I hope your head is not blocked by the oil of potato chips. Epidemic doctors need to be targeted with all our strength. You and I both know that this generation of epidemic doctors is the original Epidemic doctor."

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