Imperial capital.
Tulip Duke's Palace, Stables.
Old Mark slowly threw a saddle into the corner, then shook his head, took out a wine bottle from his arms, took a heavy drink into his mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the sky outside and murmured to himself: "Why did it get dark so early tonight... Well, are you going to meet that boy Rody tomorrow? I guess he is too anxious to hold it in anymore... "
Suddenly, his smile froze on his face, and his originally lazy expression suddenly changed color. He threw away the wine bottle in his hand, strode to the door, faced the east direction of the city, and closed his eyes.
A few beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "This... this kind of breath..."
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royal palace.
Mr. Qiu slowly sat on his wooden platform, with a long and narrow sword in front of him. The cold light on the sword blade was like water, making the expression on Mr. Qiu's face seem as cold as ice. His white hair was plastered on his shoulders, and his face was as calm as a thousand-year-old rock.
Similarly, he suddenly opened his eyes, a strange look flashed in his eyes...
"This breath... is..."
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The religious center of the Imperial Capital.
As the highest power core of the Guangming Continent’s Theocratic Religion, it is the heartland of the Guangming Empire’s Theocratic Religion. However, the buildings of the religious center in the imperial capital seemed to be very simple.
In an inconspicuous building, the spacious hall does not have any gorgeous decorations. Directly in front of the hall hangs a huge statue of a god. The facial expression of the god is cold and majestic - as if to show that he is the human spokesperson of the god. The expression of His Majesty the Pope, the supreme leader of the Guangming Continent’s Religion sitting under the statue, is equally cold and majestic.
He was wearing a simple white robe, and his spotless clothes seemed to carry a holy and solemn aura. He opened his eyes, looked at the four elders of the religious center sitting on both sides of him, frowned and said, "Do you all feel it?"
"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope... we all feel it... it seems to be the breath of a dragon."
His Majesty the Pope of the Imperial Religion, Corsica VI, had a smile on his face, but under this smile there seemed to be an invisible oppressive atmosphere. He said slowly: "The Dragon Clan has always been at the northern end of the northern continent. How could this happen? Appearing in Guangming Continent, and in the Imperial Capital?"
The four great elders were silent.
Corsica VI shook his head and said calmly: "Elder Loma, please go outside the city and see what happened."
The elder in black robes at the bottom slowly stood up, bowed slightly to His Majesty the Pope, and whispered: "In the name of the Almighty God of Light, I respectfully abide by His Majesty's decree."
Elder Loma clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and then after a burst of light, his figure disappeared from where he was.
Corsica VI sighed softly, stood up slowly, turned around and looked at the statue above, and murmured to himself: "Is that really... a dragon?"
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Vampire Sophie stepped back step by step, feeling increasingly frightened by the aura of the Tulip Duke in front of her.
"You... your face... your face?"
Rody looked at the mask in his hand indifferently, and his eyes fell on the face of the vampire Sophie again: "Are you talking about my face..."
He stretched out his other hand and grabbed it in the air. The vampire Sophie suddenly let out a scream and flew towards Rody involuntarily...
Rody held her neck tightly with one hand and lifted her up.
The vampire, who was two meters tall, was being held by Roddy's neck, who was much shorter than her. Vampire Sophie's body was stiff and her whole body was trembling. However, the opponent's hand held her neck, but she couldn't even use the strength to struggle.
Rody held up Sophie with one hand, but didn't even look at her. His eyes were indifferent, looking at the mask held in the other hand, with a strange look in his eyes, which seemed a little confused and strange.
After a long time, Roddy finally showed a hint of emotion in his eyes.
He said slowly: "I remember... I am me... I am Roddy!"
A calm smile appeared on his indifferent face, and the mask in his hand turned into a silver light and disappeared. Then he finally raised his face and looked at the vampire in his hand. The vampire had almost fainted because he could not breathe. A pair of The claws hung weakly on both sides, and the two feet were kicking lightly.
"Tell me... what if you resurrect that girl? I know that everyone who is killed by your blood clan can be killed in another way." Rody's tone was cold and calm, as if he was describing something that couldn't be simpler.
"I... I..." The vampire trembled slightly, but couldn't say a word.
Rody smiled coldly - there seemed to be a bit of evil in his smile.
The vampire felt that her neck seemed to loosen a little, and she finally took a breath of fresh air into her chest. She immediately trembled: "She...she didn't die of being sucked by me. I...only those who have been sucked by our vampires can use this method." Resurrected in the way of first embracing... She... is not..." A kind of despair and fear filled her body, forcing her to say it all in one breath.
Rody nodded slowly and said calmly: "So, you can't resurrect her, right? Even if she is resurrected and becomes a vampire, it won't work?"
As if she felt the hand on her neck tightening a little tighter, the vampire Sophie was so frightened that she immediately shouted: "No, no, no... there is a way... there is... unless... unless..."
"Unless what?" Roddy had a faint smile on his face.
"Unless... use the blood of gods... the blood of gods can revive all things in the world... you can use the blood of gods..."
Rody nodded, closed his eyes, seemed to think carefully, finally smiled again, and said softly: "So that's it... just use the blood of the gods, right?"
"Yes! Yes!" Sophie yelled in despair: "Yes!!"
"Very good." Rody sighed, "Then there is no need for you to exist."
The hand holding Sophie's neck contracted violently, and the vampire's neck immediately made a clicking sound, and a hissing scream came from his throat.
Rody smiled like a cold-blooded butcher. He tapped his head with his other hand and said lightly: "Although I don't know what's wrong with me now... but there is a strange thought in my mind. I... I seem to come from a strange place..."
His voice was terrifyingly calm, and then he continued slowly: "The name of that place seems to be... hell."
He suddenly smiled softly, a smile that chilled people to the core, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "Do you know what is in hell? Let me tell you, it is fire! It is the fire of hell!"
After saying this, he grabbed the vampire Sophie's neck and his hands suddenly burst into flames! The flame was completely black, and the black flame followed his hand and gradually burned the vampire's entire body in it!
Amidst the "chichi" sound of burning, the vampire Sophie suddenly burst out into a miserable scream. The scream was as if her soul was being burned! That kind of soul-destroying pain!
Amid the screams, Roddy suddenly laughed. He laughed louder and louder, and his body began to tremble involuntarily. The body of the vampire held in his hand was gradually melted in the black flames, burned to ashes, and then disappeared into ashes bit by bit...
The last trace of black dust dispersed from his hands. Rody slowly lowered his hands and looked at the ashes in the air. His expression finally returned to calm.
The black arrogance on his body finally disappeared, and everything around him became calm. Then Rody slowly walked over to Qiaoqiao who was lying on the ground, knelt down on one knee, stretched out a hand to gently touch her face, and then straightened her messy hair.
Qiaoqiao's eyes finally closed, and the expression on her face was calm, as if there was a kind of peace and contentment - this poor girl didn't know until her death that the person she sacrificed for was not actually the person she loved. Until she died, she thought she could die with her beloved.
Another tear fell from Rody's eyes. He shook his head and gently stroked his hand on Qiaoqiao's chest. Where his hand touched, the bloody wound on Qiaoqiao's chest was healing rapidly.
Finally, Roddy took a look at Qiaoqiao's body, which was as good as before, stood up slowly, and murmured: "Although you didn't love me, you died because of me after all..." He closed his eyes and said lightly. : "Is it the blood of the gods? Then let me use the blood of the gods to resurrect you."
He hugged Qiaoqiao's body with one hand, and slowly stretched out the palm of his other hand downwards...
A black flame was released, and the traces of the surrounding killings were all burned to ashes in the fire of hell that can burn everything... The carriages, horse corpses, and the guards who died loyally to protect them...
"How wonderful it is...Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
Rody sighed and shook his head, as if there was always a strange voice shouting in his head. That voice seemed to have a kind of magic, and seemed to be pulling on his soul.
Just as he was about to leave, a ball of white holy light appeared behind him, and then an old man in black robes appeared there. The man held a long staff in his hand, and his face looked as if he had been Like dried oranges, full of deep wrinkles.
"Here..." The old man looked around, then his eyes fell on Roddy, and said solemnly: "Is that breath just now coming from you?"
Rody turned around and frowned at the old man who suddenly appeared: "Go away, I'm in a bad mood now."
After saying this, Rody turned around and left.
The old man suddenly raised his staff and shot a white light towards Roddy...
Then a wall of light stopped in front of Rody, blocking Rody's way.
"Tell me, who are you! Is that breath coming from you? What happened here?" The old man in black robe suddenly frowned slightly: "No! I smell the breath of a vampire!" His expression suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Who are you! Are you a vampire?!"
Rody stretched out a hand and lightly touched the wall of light in front of him. The wall of light that originally seemed to be firmly blocking him was easily penetrated by his hand...
A smile appeared on Roddy's face: "It's a light spell... Humph, it's just a low-level light spell..." He suddenly stopped his voice and whispered to himself: "How do I know this... ugh. … strangeness… "
The old man in black robe saw that the wall of light emitted by him was easily penetrated by the opponent's hand, his eyes showed horror, and he opened his mouth and said: "You! Who are you!"
Rody shook his head, turned around, and looked at him fiercely: "I'm in a bad mood now, you'd better not mess with me... If you stop me again..."
The old man in black robe trembled violently. When the other party said the last few words, he felt a chill from his heart!
After calming down and remembering His Majesty the Pope's decree, he took a deep breath and dispersed the strange thoughts in his mind - hell, I am one of the highest elders of the divine religion!
The old man gently stood his staff on the ground and said in an extremely solemn voice: "I am the supreme deacon and bishop of the Divine Religion Institute, Elder Loma! I ask you in the name of His Majesty the Imperial Divine Religion Pope, what just happened Is that breath coming from you?"
Rody, who was originally planning to turn around and leave, suddenly stopped when he heard the other party say the word "god". He turned around and looked at Elder Loma in front of him, with a happy smile suddenly appearing on his face.
"Are you an elder of the divine religion?"
I don’t know why, but the other party was obviously smiling, but when Loma saw that smile, her heart tightened for no reason. She took a long breath and said slowly: "Yes, I am the Supreme Deacon Bishop under His Majesty the Pope. One. Let me ask you, who are you? Are you a vampire?"
When he heard the word "blood clan", Rody's originally calm eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp look. The sharp look just passed away. Then he shook his head: "I am not a vampire... I am..." He Suddenly he smiled bitterly: "I don't know who I am now."
"So, that breath just now was made by you?" Loma's voice became deeper: "Are you a dragon? Or a human?"
Rody still shook his head and said calmly: "I said I don't know... I don't know what I am now... maybe... hum..." He smiled coldly and slowly uttered a few words: "... maybe I am a monster. ”
Before Elder Loma could speak again, Rody slowly walked towards him. As he walked, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he said slowly: "Since you are an elder of the divine religion, I have a question. You must be able to answer me..."
"What's the problem?" Elder Luoma looked at the other party approaching, feeling a little wary in his heart.
Rody smiled as if he was very happy, but there was a bit of cold evil in his voice: "I want to ask you: How can you get the blood of the so-called god you believe in?"