Chapter 835 Misfortune

Serre Velaris, the son of the Night King, is the noble Lord of the Night Tribe and the traitor who overthrew the Evernight Empire...

In Bolog's eyes, Sere always looked high-spirited. Even when he was hiding in the Undead Club, he relied on his outstanding charm to become a midnight prodigal, wandering around among the ladies.

Boluogo had to admit that some things are buried deep in some people's bones. Serei naturally has such a character. He will hold his head high no matter when and where. But now, Boluogo has never seen Serei. So haggard, like a homeless homeless man.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Boluogo expressed concern. He took a step forward, and Sere followed closely and stepped back, always keeping his body in the shadow.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something." Serei replied in a low voice.

"Have you been thinking about it for several days and nights without closing your eyes?"

Bologo guessed that Threr might have been pressured by the rise of the Night Tribe.

Today's world has become turbulent. Sometimes Bologg feels that even the Undead Club is no longer safe. Sere must have felt a great sense of crisis. After all, after the complete rise of the Night Clan, they were the first to The thing should be to clear out the traitors.

Olivia's curse still echoes in Borlog's mind.

"No……"

There was obviously something wrong with Sere's mental state. He avoided Boluogo's words, but looked like he wanted to ask something. It was not until the end that his voice slowly sounded.

"You met a Night Clan a few days ago, right?" Sere asked. "You took him to the Undead Club and took him away from here."

Boluogo was slightly surprised. He remembered that he had never told Sere about these things.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Bologo confessed.

"Who is that Night Clan?"

Scarlet eyes looked directly at Boluogo. This question was very important to Sere.

"A priest, an ordinary person, was endowed with blood by a Night Clan due to an accident." Boluogo continued to confess, while also testing Sere.

"Then what?"

"I caught him and locked him up in the Bureau of Order," Bologo said. "He should still be in the Crow's Nest, under review."

This time Sere closed his eyes and was silent for a long time. If Bologg hadn't noticed Sere's slight breathing, he once felt that Sere had left the shadows.

There was deathly silence in the stairwell, and joyful songs were rippling outside the stairwell. Under the beautiful scene, there was an undercurrent of crisis, swirling around.

"There's something wrong with that priest's blood."

Sere spent a lot of courage to say this, "The Night Clan who gave him blood must be a pure blood."

Sere couldn't figure it out. In the end of the Dawn War, he burned his brothers and sisters to death and sealed the Night King. In theory, apart from himself and his timid father, there should be no pure-blood Night King in this world. clan.

No... there are still some.

A name broke into Sere's mind. He couldn't believe it, and at the same time he felt extremely frightened. He was very afraid that this conjecture would become true, which made him not know what to do.

"Not Olivia."

Boluogo said directly as if he knew what Sere was worried about.

Sere was stunned for a moment and looked directly at Boluogo.

"The priest confessed everything to me. The person who gave him blood was the regent." Bologo had new doubts. "That is to say, the regent is a pure blood... It stands to reason that in this world, , there shouldn’t be any purebloods anymore, right?”

Threben breathed a sigh of relief, and all the pressure from his body dissipated, but when he heard Borogo's next words, his eyes tightened again.

Boluogo looked at the shadow, and there were some footsteps in the shadow, and the sound gradually faded away.

"You're so selfish, Sere," Bologg said unceremoniously, "It has nothing to do with Olivia, so don't you care?"

Boluogo's words failed to hurt Sere in the slightest, and he completely disappeared into the shadows.

Taking a deep breath, Bologo quickly calmed down his mood. No matter how noble Sere's status was or how high-spirited he was, he could not change his coward nature.

This is a curse engraved in the blood of the Villeless family.

Borogo turned around and joined the party as if nothing had happened.

While Boluogo was talking to Sere, several new guests arrived at the Undead Club, including Bailie and Badr. Everyone was talking and laughing, and the joy lasted until late at night, until Hart was the first to leave.

"We have some action tomorrow, so we'll leave first."

Hart took Kemp and Shelley away with him. Since the Orangutan Sect and the Night Clan appeared around Oath City Opos, the Bureau of Order has strengthened patrols in the surrounding areas to increase its control. They will We have to go into the suburbs and track the traces of the enemy.

After this is Woxilin. She is very grateful to Boluogo and others for their hospitality, but like Hart, she will take office tomorrow. Wosilin hopes to go to bed early and start the first day of work in a good state. .

Everyone expressed their understanding, and then Wosselin took Palmer with a smile and forced Palmer to send her back.

Aimu left with Bailie and Badr. Boluogo wanted to see her off, but Aimu waved her away. Unlike others, Aimu went back to work overtime with Bailie.

The friends left and left, and in the end only Bologger was left alone in the Undead Club, cleaning up the mess with Bode after the carnival.

After cleaning up the garbage, Bologo said hello to Wei'er and left.

At midnight, the streets were silent, with only the lonely street lamp shining alone on the roadside. The fresh air flowed from the still-passing wind, gently caressing the skin, making Bologo sober up a lot. However, the scene in front of him seemed dilapidated and lonely.

The garbage bags were swept by the wind, as if the streets had just ended a carnival, leaving countless cigarette butts and bottle caps. The air was filled with the intoxicating smell of alcohol, which seemed particularly pungent at this time.

The curtains of the nightclub on the street gradually fell, and the music gradually faded away. Bologo's expression was a little trance, as if he was eroded by the carnival, and a sense of loneliness surged from the bottom of his heart. The dilapidation and loneliness were exposed in the silent night.

Bologo looked at the street corner. The night was blurred, mixed with psychedelic light and shadow. Groups of drunk people walked by laughing and supporting each other. Their voices, joyful and noisy, roared in their ears, breaking the silence of the night.

The aroma of wine filled the air, and many men and women were slightly drunk, with joy in their eyes. On this beautiful night, people threw their fatigue behind them and laughed to their heart's content.

Blogo strolled silently on the street. The current atmosphere reminded him of his internship, when he loved to go out at midnight to hunt those who tried to break the iron law in the shadows.

Suddenly, the sound of a bottle breaking caught Blogo's attention. He saw two drunks shouting something not far away. Opposite the drunks was a thin figure. She didn't want to pay much attention to the two people, but just walked on her own.

"Madam, I see you have been here for a long time... Is there anything?"

One of the drunks walked over and tried to talk to the lady, but she ignored him and walked quickly around the block as if she was patrolling.

Under the influence of alcohol, the drunkard's expression became more angry at the lady's cold reaction. Another drunkard followed him, and at this time they happened to turn into the corner of the street. Blogo could not see them, and then there was a louder sound of wine bottles breaking.

Blogo realized that the situation was not good, and immediately followed quickly.

When Blogo turned the corner, a completely different picture appeared in front of him. The drunkards fell to the ground, their faces covered with blood, dying, and the harassed lady stood next to the two drunkards.

The lady was wearing a black coat, the material was flexible and light, without patterns, just a calm black, simple and elegant.

She was slender, the coat fit her body tightly, and the smooth lines set off her perfect curves. She did not wear any jewelry or accessories. The whole person exuded an indescribable mysterious atmosphere, as if she had a complex personality that was quiet outside and moving inside, giving people an elusive feeling.

Like a shadow.

Bolog was not fascinated by her, but became extremely alert. It took only a dozen seconds from the time Bolog found out that something was wrong to the time he arrived at the corner of the street, and she dealt with the two men cleanly and quietly.

Bolog was not going to praise how good this lady's skills were, because he had already seen the scarlet eyes.

As dazzling as a ruby, even the veil on her face could hardly cover up the glow.

Strange and familiar, Bolog instinctively read out the name.

"Olivia?"

Olivia was stunned for a moment. There were not many people in the world who could call out her name, and she never expected to meet one at this time. At this time, Bolog seemed to be afraid that Olivia would not recognize him. The snake scale liquid came out of his sleeves and directly cut Bolog's palm.

After getting along with Serre for a long time, Bolog was very familiar with the culture of the Night Clan. In the eyes of the Night Clan, blood is not only their food and the source of power, but also the medium for them to connect with each other.

A faint blood qi rose, but under Olivia's keen sense of smell, the blood qi surged like a tsunami. She immediately recalled the identity of Blogo and her experience with him from the smell of blood, and in the depths of this blood qi, she sensed the impurities that were like poisonous insects and difficult to be expelled.

A trace of blood qi that did not belong to Blogo.

Olivia was familiar with the blood qi hidden in Blogo's body, so she changed her temperament like an angry beast, and the coldness and repression spread rapidly, as if invisible swords and spears were slashing at Blogo.

As a rare night tribe that had left the land of eternal night, and the abnormal behavior of Serre when he heard her name, Blogo could conclude that Olivia must have some connection with Serre, and even said that Olivia was very likely related to the rise of the rebellious court.

Facing Olivia's threat, Blogo's nerves immediately tensed up. When he first met Olivia, he was just a newcomer to the supernatural world, but now Blogo is already a powerless person, and he has enough strength to challenge the former powerful enemy.

The battle did not break out.

When Olivia's killing intention towards Blogo reached its peak, Olivia suddenly gave up, her breath dissipated, and became extremely calm, which made Blogo, who was ready to fight, a little confused.

"Blogo?"

Olivia recognized Blogo and called his name with a little smile in her voice, as if Blogo was a savior who appeared in front of her in time.

Berogo stepped forward cautiously. The Secret Power·Governing Decree was ready to control Olivia at any time. At this time, Olivia looked to the other side. There was nothing there. Then Berogo realized that it was the direction of the Undead Club.

For some reason, Olivia had been wandering around the Undead Club.

Retracting her gaze, Olivia made up her mind. A new plan rose in her mind. Before Berogo's ether could capture her, she dissipated in the shadows, as if she had never existed.

A strong light burned in Berogo's eyes. The ether spread around like a tide, passing through the buildings, crossing the streets, and inserting into every gap, searching for Olivia's figure. At the same time, the connection of the umbilical cord became tighter. The twisted umbilical cord danced wildly in Berogo's abdomen until it locked a direction. It was also at this time that Berogo noticed an evil figure under the crazy expansion of the ether perception.

"Olivia!"

Berogo growled, his figure became distorted, and disappeared from the spot. After a delay of one second, the ground cracked, the whistling wind rolled up the fallen leaves, and the windows shook violently, emitting bursts of mournful cries.

In Berogo's perception, the evil figure also noticed Berogo, but he did not escape, but quickly approached Berogo.

Berogo was puzzled at first, and then became more vigilant. Olivia just escaped from him, and now she turned back to find him?

No... It's not Olivia. Berogo sensed another person, another person Olivia had been avoiding.

Berogo stopped immediately, but the other party did not slow down. He got closer and closer to Berogo, and while approaching, he also released his own etheric reaction.

Invisibly, the etheric coverage of the two overlapped together. Berogo detected the other party, and the other person also wrapped the etheric tentacles around Berogo.

In an instant, Blogo felt an inexplicable sense of weightlessness, as if he had fallen into an abyss. The world in his eyes began to collapse, and the outline of the city was distorted and deformed, like a crazy oil painting.

The lines of the buildings became distorted and irregular, and the colors of the walls and the ground began to change. The dark sky turned gray-blue, and a strange atmosphere filled the dimness.

The looming colors changed rapidly in front of Blogo's eyes. Some red buildings turned green, and the blue streets turned red. They were unpredictable, just like the reverse effect of the film.

The strange distortion flashed by, and the world returned to normal, becoming the scene that Blogo was familiar with, but Blogo also vaguely realized that the world he was in was no longer the one he was familiar with.

Blogo hadn't figured out what he had encountered, and the approaching figure no longer concealed his power and released his own ether unscrupulously.

Condenser, Prayer, Negative Power...

The level of power was rising rapidly, and Blogo's eyes became more and more solemn, until this power crossed the Negative Power and reached the Defender.

The snake scale liquid decisively wrapped around Blogo's body, weaving a solid iron armor, and then the etheric reaction of the Defender continued to climb upwards, like the rising sun in the dark night, the irresistible magnificent power was close at hand.

"The Glory..."

Blogo murmured, and then his eyes became sharp, cursing in a low voice, "Damn Olivia!"

Amid the curse, the other party slowed down, and a tall figure appeared in the darkness. Blogo didn't know him, but he knew his eyes.

He had a pair of scarlet eyes like Olivia.