Chapter 637: Chapter 359: Yinluo’er
Boom——
A massive crimson aura suddenly burst from the center of the sea battle, spreading in all directions.
The surrounding ships were shaken violently by it, and the seawater surged with waves.
At the heart of the sea battle, countless small crimson bats gathered together, forming a tall Blood Race member clad in a cloak, with blood-red wings on his back, exuding a noble demeanor.
Beneath him was a slightly despondent Blood Race member, wounded all over, with his limbs firmly grasped by crimson shadows, unable to move.
However, he was furious, roaring at the figure in the sky, "Yinluo’er, how dare you seize the Crimson Artifact and disrupt the Blood Festival! Do you intend to violate the Blood Oath?!"
"You’re provoking a war across the entire Blood Sea! All Bloodline Clans and Grand Dukes will not forgive your crimes; you’ll die with nowhere to be buried!"
He struggled desperately, howling, trying to threaten Yinluo’er before him.
Yet, no matter how he struggled, it was already difficult to hide the impending defeat of his side.
And the Yinluo’er he glared at showed no concern for his words, his expression calm and unwavering.
His figure slowly descended, the crimson bats beneath him forming a platform to support his body.
Yinluo’er walked up to him with hands behind his back, slightly bowed his head, chuckled softly:
"Count Matthias, don’t misunderstand, who said I planned to seize the Crimson Artifact?"
"From the beginning...this has been a conflict between me and your Morton Clan."
"Understand?"
"Conflict?" Upon hearing his words, Count Matthias’s pupils shrank, astonished: "What conflict is there between you and our Morton Clan? Why don’t I know?"
Count Matthias was confused; in his view, the attack by Yinluo’er on their fleet transporting the Crimson Artifact was clearly to seize the artifact.
After all, he had never heard of any conflict between their Morton Clan and this newly rising Grand Duke Yinluo’er.
"It’s about the last banquet."
"Your Grand Duke, when shaking my hand...didn’t take off his glove."
Yinluo’er spoke sincerely and calmly of this absurd matter.
"What?!"
Matthias was also dumbfounded, looking confused and dazed.
Then he felt incredibly aggrieved, a fury rising in his heart, and shouted: "Yinluo’er, this guy, what kind of reason is this? Back then you weren’t even..."
Snap——
Before he could finish his words, a blood-condensed slap struck his face harshly, cutting him off.
"According to Blood Empire law, low-ranking Blood Race members have no right to address higher-ranking Blood Race members by full name, and must lower their posture during conversation, otherwise, higher-ranking Blood Race members have the right to punish them..."
Yinluo’er coldly stared at Matthias, saying slowly.
"Count Matthias, tell me, how should you address me?"
Upon hearing Yinluo’er’s words, Matthias felt an infinite grievance rising in his heart.
But he also saw Yinluo’er’s chilling gaze, as if if he said the wrong thing, Yinluo’er would attack him without hesitation.
Although he indeed violated Blood Empire law, under those circumstances, who could maintain peace?
Yet now, the situation is stronger than man, and Yinluo’er seized this reason...
In this scenario, Matthias’s face changed expression multiple times, and finally he could only swallow his anger and grievance, slowly bowing his head, seemingly squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth.
"...Yinluo’er...Grand Duke."
Yinluo’er chuckled, staring at him: "That’s not enough?"
Matthias’s face turned more sullen; after taking a deep breath, he forcibly endured the humiliation.
"...Honorable Lord of the Longus Clan, esteemed His Excellency Grand Duke Yinluo’er..."
Upon hearing Matthias’s words.
Yinluo’er finally chuckled twice, then his body transformed into a swarm of blood bats, disappearing before him.
...
"Waging war because of not removing gloves while shaking hands?"
"This Blood Race Grand Duke named Yinluo’er is just looking for trouble, isn’t he?"
Noemi exclaimed.
They didn’t arrive in time; the war was already near its end, and the previous conflict was the last scene.
The forces of Blood Race Grand Duke Yinluo’er then began to clean up the aftermath.
"Crimson Artifact, Blood Oath...what do these two terms mean?"
Mira pondered, intrigued by the terms revealed from their mouths.
"The law of the Blood Empire...is really hierarchical."
Yas frowned slightly.
"In the Blood Sea, seizing the so-called Crimson Artifact triggers hostility from all Blood Race?"
Lina felt things weren’t that simple.
"These Blood Race members, every single one of them has something wrong with their heads."
Hudson said expressionlessly.
Rogel didn’t immediately express his opinion either.
A moment later, his expression showed slight surprise, as if he saw something interesting.
Returning to his senses, he looked at the others, smiling: "Since you’re all quite curious, why don’t we visit this Duke Yinluo’er?"
Without waiting for the others to express their opinions.
Rogel snapped his fingers.
In an instant, Black Tide surged, engulfing the entire Gelin.
A moment later, they appeared in the central area of the previous sea battle.
Beside the Gelin, a massive ship with a distinct Blood Race style appeared.
With a thought from Rogel, the Black Tide receded again.
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