Chapter 576: Even the Six-Winged Blood Demon Angel was defeated; why don't you try?

Just as Li Chen was constantly "redeeming" these lost noblewomen, his "loyal" little brother Carlos also began his own plan.

The night was like ink, and Carlos left Holy Radiance City under the guise of patrolling.

His black cloak shimmered with eerie blood-colored patterns in the moonlight; that was the "Blood Moon Robe" that only high-level members of the Blood Demon Society were qualified to possess.

"Lord President!" Carlos knelt on one knee before a desolate altar, his voice carrying bone-deep hatred: "That damned Pope's lackey killed all the brothers in my branch! You must avenge the little ones!"

Carlos wept and spoke, his acting only that realistic.

It was fortunate that when he killed his own men last time, he killed them all, otherwise if he were exposed now, the leader would definitely have killed him.

The blood-colored mist on the altar slowly condensed, finally transforming into a tall figure.

The President of the Blood Demon Society, Mordred, a monster rumored to have drunk dragon blood, was currently sizing up Carlos with those amber vertical pupils.

"Get up, my child." Mordred's voice was like sandpaper rubbing; his bare upper body was covered in dark red magic patterns, each line representing a forbidden ritual: "Tell me your plan."

When Carlos stood up, seven figures appeared one after another around the altar.

Most eye-catching were the twin sisters standing to Mordred's right, Lilith and Namelia.

Their appearance was accompanied by laughter like silver bells, as if they had crawled out of a forbidden picture book.

"Yo, isn't this Carlos? How did you become so down-and-out~" The girl on the left walked out, a large area of snow-white skin revealed as her blood-gauze skirt fluttered.

She had a body as full as a peach, the low-cut crystal blood-gauze unable to wrap the feeling of that pair about to burst out, a green-scaled poisonous snake spitting its tongue wrapped around her slender waist.

This was the elder sister Lilith; her dark red dyed long hair was coiled into a rebellious bun like a fallen angel, with several bone-white beast bone hairpins tucked into her hair.

But if one looked closely, one would find that the corners of her heavily made-up eyes still carried a bit of childishness, her fingers painted with black nail polish nervously twisting her skirt.

This was no demoness; she was clearly just a little girl trying to hold up a facade.

"I am very curious; I don't know why you didn't bring your wife, Isabella, this time." Her younger sister, Nameria, said with a cold face. She was wearing a blood-gauze dress of the same style but in a darker shade, which made her proud bosom look even more astonishingly constrained.

Unlike her sister, she wore silver-white straight hair down to her waist, but the tips of her hair eerily shimmered with blood light.

From the tone of this sentence, one could also tell that Namelia and Isabella had a certain grudge.

Coming to the leader's side, one certainly had to pay respects.

But when Namelia bent down to pay respects, this girl who was pretending to be cold suddenly had red ear tips; she bent over too much, the blood-gauze neckline slid down, revealing the blood-colored magic pattern not yet fully formed below her collarbone.

When she stood up in a panic, the crystal waist chain chimed, and two snow-white long legs were vaguely visible between the slit skirt.

Carlos frowned; this pair of sisters, known as the "Blood Demon Society Twins," seemed like demonesses who had seen countless men, but in reality, they were just good at talking tough; they probably hadn't even touched a man.

Last time, they had a not-so-small conflict with his wife Isabella.

This pair of live treasures were less like heretics and dangerous elements, and more like middle-school girls who had secretly put on their mother's clothes to play cosplay.

The leader Mordred knew that this bunch had internal grudges; if he let them continue talking, they would definitely drift further and further away; every meeting was like this.

So Mordred released terrifying blood energy, directly suppressing everyone around him, then turned to Carlos and continued: "You speak of the specific plan first."

"The subordinate has already gained the trust of that lackey; this guy is greedy for money and lustful, busy playing with those noblewomen all day long," Carlos said through gritted teeth, his right hand unconsciously touching his chest; the feeling was very painful. ===== CHAPTER 577 =====