son-in-law of blood

Chapter 207 Blood Prison! (I, Hu Hansan, am back!!!)

Blood Prison, the prison with the highest level of blood clan.

Most of the prisoners held there are extremely dangerous prisoners.

The drowsy blood shadow painted a few layers of bright colors on this pitch-black area that had never seen the sun for hundreds of millions of years.

Two straight beams of light came in from the outside, and the entire blood prison became a little angry at this time.

At the same time, as if stimulated by the sunlight, several ear-piercing howls erupted from the depths of the Blood Prison.

The content is similar:
"Your Majesty, you are wronged, Your Majesty!"

"Injustice..."

……

No criminal has ever pleaded guilty, and their plea is doomed to fail again.

There were also three Supreme Elders who followed Kang Lali to the Blood Prison.

The group of four seemed not to have heard the cries coming from all around, but walked slowly towards the depths of the Blood Prison silently.

Walking calmly and steadily, passing through numerous checkpoints, he came to an airtight secret room in a short while.

Inside the secret room, there is a dark and polished gemstone suspended in the center, like a cold and cruel pupil, monitoring the prisoners detained here.

Three long blood-colored chains extend from above the gemstone.

At the end of the long chain are three octogenarians who are dying.

"Your Majesty, we have been wronged!"

It was no different from the screams heard when Conrali and the others stepped into the blood prison.

Conraly's response was the same as before.

Silence, without saying a word.

Seeing that Conlaly was indifferent, the expressions on the faces of the three of them dimmed in unison.

"Are you still unwilling to tell the truth?"

After a long silence, Conraly finally spoke slowly.

Hearing Conlaly's voice suddenly, the three of them trembled violently, and knelt down on the ground with a plop, making the chains that locked them rattle.

"Your Majesty, we really only entered that place out of concern for the safety of the blood race. Your Majesty, we really did not mean it!"

The obviously older of the three burst into tears.

Conraly sighed and shook his head:
"Since you don't want to tell me, then leave your words and tell the ancestors of the blood clan!"

"Tell Xingtang that these three people will be exiled from the Star Field tomorrow!"

The star field is full of space turbulence and various mysterious space creatures. Even a demigod might die if he is not careful.

In the blood race, the most severe punishment is exile from the star field, because that is tantamount to death without a place to die!

Conrali's move is clearly determined to kill him!
The three of them couldn't believe it. They opened their eyes wide and stared at the man in front of them. They didn't want to accept that after waiting for so long, what they waited for was such a cruel and indifferent sentence!
The three of them felt the ruthless murderous intent between Conlaly's words, as if a basin of icy cold water fell directly on their heads, and their bodies were so stiff that they couldn't hold themselves.

"Your Majesty..."

Before the word "down" was uttered, Conlali and his party of four had slowly disappeared outside the cell.

The three of them stood there dumbfounded, and Conlaly's sentence was still lingering in their ears, circling in their minds like a death talisman, lingering like a tarsal maggot.

The three of them looked at each other with fear and surprise in their eyes.

There is no distinction between day and night in the blood prison, and it is drowsy black all day long.

After an unknown amount of time, a slight sound of footsteps startled the three people who were panicking and thinking about countermeasures.

"The third elder?"

The three of them couldn't help being a little surprised when they saw the person coming.

Hawthorne's face sank like water, and he snorted coldly:
"What are you yelling for? Don't you think you didn't die fast enough?"

The three of them fell silent, their eyes intertwined, and their faces were full of anxiety and fear.

Could it be that His Majesty has repented and is going to kill them now?
Hawthorne looked at these three people for a long time, and his half-closed eyes suddenly shot out a few traces of cold light:

"Trash, it's not enough to accomplish anything, but it's more than a failure. You can't do a little thing well, and you almost spoil the master's big thing!"

The sudden sound caused the eyes of the three people in the cell to widen. The eyes of the three turned to Hawthorne who was standing outside the cell and staring at them coldly. The horror and hesitation in their hearts were beyond words.

"The elders are also..."

One person couldn't help asking, but before he could finish the question, he was stopped by the elderly man next to him with two coughs.

The former suddenly stopped talking, and suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

Hawthorn watched the performance of the three in front of him calmly, and chuckled after a while, playing with taste:
"It's quite careful, it's a pity... If you had been so careful when you did things, you wouldn't have made trouble like this!"

Hawthorne's words made the three of them have mixed feelings, and a very realistic question was placed in front of them——

Hawthorn in front of him, like the three of them, was lurking into the inside line of the blood clan, or was he just sent by Conlaly to bluff them.

Can the three of them trust him?
Time passed by little by little, and the three of them still looked hesitant. Even if they had a hundred ways to verify whether the person in front of them was their own at this moment, they didn't dare to use it.

Because once this method is used, it is tantamount to admitting that one's identity as a traitor is confirmed.

It would be fine if it was verified that Hawthorne was one of his own, but if not, wouldn't it be the same as not calling himself.

Difficult choices were placed in front of the three, and the three were still hesitating.

Hawthorne obviously didn't have that much patience.

With a cold snort, Hawthorne swung his sleeves, his tone already a bit displeased:

"Mother-in-law, it's hard to make a big deal!"

"The chairman sent me a letter saying that some of his useless subordinates were caught and asked me to rescue them. I didn't expect that it was you three trash that Claire asked me to rescue!"

Hawthorn casually talked about his secret dealings with the head of the Dark Council.

Hearing this sentence, several people's hearts were slightly moved.

It is not surprising to know the existence of the Dark Council, and it is not surprising to know the existence of the President of the Dark Council, but there are very few people who can know the real name of the President of the Dark Council.

Claire Lane, the most trusted subordinate of the Lich King Gustendo Krès, the chief president of the Dark Council of the Gods Continent, these three people were fortunate enough to be summoned by Claire because they wanted to lurk into the blood clan Know his real name.

"This deity is number two!"

After a pause, Hawthorn suddenly made such a seemingly thoughtless remark.

But these words sounded like a thunderbolt in the ears of the three people, shaking the three people's minds.

number two!

As old people who have served the Dark Council for many years, they clearly know what the word number two represents in the Dark Council!
He represents the entire Dark Council, and even the most mysterious existence in the entire Lich Kingdom——the second member of the Dark Council, and also the highest-level undercover agent of the Dark Council!

Legend has it that apart from the Lich King himself and the president of the Dark Council, no one knows the true identity of No. [-]!

As if struck by lightning, the three of them were frightened by Hawthorne's confession and stayed where they were, unable to control themselves.

"Hmph! Still don't believe in this deity? Alright, then you can go wandering in the star field tomorrow!"

Hawthorne no longer hesitated, snorted coldly, turned around and dropped the sharp and stern words, and then made a gesture to leave.

The terror of the star field and the pressure brought by death became the last straw that crushed the spiritual defense of these three people.

When Hawthorne's figure was about to disappear, the older man couldn't help but say:

"The third special envoy of the Dark Council, Gar Scott, meet with the Second Councilor!"

With a plop, the three fell to their knees. Naturally, they couldn't see them, and they had already turned around. The cruel and contemptuous smile on Hawthorne's face!
(End of this chapter)