After Signing in for Fifty Years, I Became a Blood Clan Boss

　　Marston Castle suddenly became a mess.

　　The guard wolf rushed to the hog and fled everywhere.

　　However, in front of an earl whose killing intent was soaring to the sky, running away was obviously an extravagant hope.

　　chi chi chi chi chi-

　　Fang Qingyan was like a god of death. He maintained a stance of rushing forward, waving the scythe of death with both hands, killing ten people in one step, domineering and absolutely strong!

　　Hand up the knife, hand up the knife, kill!

　　After a hundred steps.

　　As far as the eye can see, no one can stand anymore.

　　Behind Fang Qingyan, there are mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, like Senra's hell.

　　He didn't look back.

　　He pushed open the door of the inner castle with a blank face, stepped on the white velvet floor, held the handle of the sickle in his right hand, and dragged the sickle head on the ground.

　　Bloody footprints one step at a time.

　　At the end of the hall, the nobles in gorgeous clothes were sitting on the high places, not being insulted, with handsome faces and elegant sitting postures.

　　Feeling that he was locked by Fang Qingyan's gaze, Marston grinned, revealing two fangs.

　　Condescendingly, with an arrogant tone: "There are many counts in Laemia, and everyone knows me, but very few can catch my eye... You are one of them, because you are very kind!"

　　Although all the guards in the castle were killed.

　　But Marston did not show panic, anger, violence and other emotions at all.

　　To be an aristocrat is to possess the arrogance of "noble is only oneself, all things are low".

　　Don't panic, don't panic in the face of danger, the enemy kills in front of you, chatting and laughing first, and then killing them with absolute force, it seems to be very aristocratic.

　　laugh--

　　With a horizontal slash, the throne was split into two pieces.

　　Fang Qingyan, who was still [-] meters away, came to him at some point.

　　The speed has exceeded the dynamic speed limit that the eye can capture.

　　But this knife was empty, and the Scythe of Death did not have the refreshing feel of the blade cutting through human tissue.

　　"You don't have the demeanor of a noble at all, you are very savage, and you are also very rude."

　　The voice came from behind.

　　Earl Marston stood with his hands on his back and stood a dozen meters away from Fang Qingyan.

　　He looked gloomy and angry, because Fang Qingyan didn't wait for him to speak before he started.

　　"You are very pretentious."

　　Fang Qingyan's expression was as indifferent as water, "I really want to know, will you royal family members kneel down and beg for mercy?"

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Chapter 16

　　Will the nobles of the royal family kneel down and beg for mercy?

　　Hearing this, Earl Marston's face suddenly darkened, and a bloodthirsty and violent aura rose from his body.

　　It seemed that the sentence angered him.

　　"The seven major clans are the supreme existence of the blood clan. How can you desecrate the glory bestowed by the ancestors?"

　　"Disrespectful to the royal family, damn you!"

　　Marston's fangs grew two inches, his pupils suddenly turned blood red, and the terrifying power of blood erupted from his body.

　　hum~

　　There was a tremor in the space, and a ferocious magic weapon appeared in his hand, which was a blood-red spear.

　　Murder loomed over.

　　Fang Qingyan remained motionless.

　　"kill!!!"

　　The roar exploded in his ears.

　　The figures of the two counts disappeared instantly, and then there was a piercing sound of swords clashing.

　　Fang Qingyan held the scythe of death and fought with Marston in this spacious hall.

　　Rumble!

　　Two silhouettes flashed in the space, moving at the limit speed, pulling out afterimages, each time they appeared, they collided with each other.

　　The blood raged in all directions, and the wind swept all around.

　　A fierce fight!

　　"laugh--"

　　A sound different from the previous one.

　　Earl Caston stepped back into the distance, his face gloomy, and he looked down.

　　A terrifying wound more than one meter in length started from the neck, passed through the torso, and spread all the way to the thigh.

　　The wound is very deep, and you can see the white bones inside, as well as the wriggling internal organs.

　　Shocking, like a huge ugly centipede.

　　The scythe of death almost split him in half!

　　gurgle--

　　The blood was pouring out, but in an instant, the wound on Marston's body healed without leaving the slightest scar.

　　The powerful recovery ability of the blood clan!

　　The body was cut open, and it was only a small injury.

　　But Marston was furious like never before.

　　"Damn, you actually still have the physical and combat skills of my royal family, who are you?!"

　　His eyes were like a ghost, staring at Fang Qingyan, roaring furiously.

　　Being at a disadvantage in the fight, he can no longer maintain the demeanor of the royal family.

　　"You've lost your temper."

　　Fang Qingyan shook his right hand, the blood on the scythe of death was shaken off, and his face was indifferent: "I am the one who came to kill you."

　　"presumptuous!"

　　Marston was furious, "Don't be complacent, this earl didn't show his true strength just now! No matter who you are, you are dead today, I will kill you and eat you!"

　　In the roar, a strange spiritual power wave was released from him.

　　Seeing this, Fang Qingyan couldn't help squinting... Is he finally going to use his superpowers?

　　In melee combat and physical competition, Earl Marston was actually suppressed. He found that he couldn't beat Fang Qingyan, who was holding the seven-star magic weapon, and became angry.

　　"Jie Jie Jie Jie - Necro storm!!!"

　　Marston grinned, his left hand spread out and held it upwards.

　　In an instant, there was a miserable wind and mist, ghosts and wolves howled, and magical sounds burst forth.

　　The dark caves opened up beside him, and there were evil spirits roaring and rushing out, and the dense army of evil spirits rushed towards Fang Qingyan!

　　These evil spirits are very powerful, with ferocious faces and no entity. Like vampires, they have fangs and claws, and blood-red eyes, like the devil who chooses and devours them.

　　Marston has the super power to summon an army of undead!

　　This is very rare among the blood family. As the heir of the Marquis of Bruch, he has been gifted with spiritual power since he was a child.

　　In the middle of the battle, the army of death is suddenly summoned, and it turns into a gang fight, which is very rogue!

　　"Hehehehe~ No one can hold my undead army. Even if you are the pinnacle of the earl, you can't last for a few minutes, and you will be torn to shreds by the evil spirits!"

　　Marston laughed wildly, this was his trump card, and showing his trump card meant that the victory already belonged to him.

　　Countless evil spirits rushed towards Fang Qingyan frantically.

　　He seemed dumbfounded and motionless.

　　In the blink of an eye, the army of evil spirits drowned him, like a flood engulfing a village.

　　Rumbling--

　　The castle trembled and shook violently.

　　Then it collapsed with a bang!

　　There are too many evil spirits, thousands of them, directly squeezing the hall, turning the luxurious castle building into a pile of ruins.

　　But Marston didn't feel the slightest heartache. Although his luxurious castle became Fang Qingyan's tomb after his death... But he had money!

　　The overwhelming undead, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, layer by layer, the center is Fang Qingyan, whose life and death are unknown, and there is no movement.

　　"Should he be dead?"

　　Marston muttered to himself.