The sarcophagus is far away.
Old Davao's body trembled uncontrollably, even his sparse gray beard and hair swayed, and foam splashed from the corners of his grinning mouth, expressing his joy and excitement.
finally found you.
My poor daughter, my little jasmine, Irene.
Just wait, Daddy will save you from the cold and dark coffin immediately and send you home!
"Don't move... Be careful to trigger the trap."
Aiden and Cohen grabbed the excited old man from left to right, and turned their eyes to the ground below the sarcophagus. The two circles of dark brown circles depicted with dried blood, similar to delicate hexagrams, kept radiating chaotic energy.
The enchanted pendant trembled.
Surprisingly, they clearly captured the heartbeat in the sarcophagus.
Gaitan is still alive!
But there are two heartbeats, one is fast and the other is slow. The slow frequency is not even as good as that of the witcher, but every beat is steady and powerful, showing vigorous vitality and vitality.
Aiden and Cohen exchanged glances,
"Old Davao, tell you something, but don't get excited... your daughter might still be alive."
The old man's pupils dilated for a moment, then shook his head and laughed,
"Don't joke with me, Master. Although I am willing to trade my life for hers, I am 100% sure that she is no longer alive, unless Godie Foy, who took her, has the ability to bring her back to life."
The old man was interrupted.
bang!
There was a loud noise in the quiet tomb.
The sarcophagus on the left vibrated eerily, and a huge force erupted from the inside of the coffin, pushing the sarcophagus lid, making a harsh scratching sound.
The bottom of the coffin kept hitting the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"what's the situation?"
The vibration became more and more violent, and the whole sarcophagus was so bumped that it was about to fly.
With the movement of the coffin.
The chaotic energy in the burial chamber began to boil, and the pendant between the witcher's neck was maddened.
swoosh—
Two golden lights covered the whole body.
Aiden and Cohen decisively forged the seal, drew swords in their hands, and protected old Davao behind them.
"boom!"
The heavy stone cover that blocked the coffin was violently lifted and smashed into a dark corner of the tomb, blasting a pit in the marble floor.
A slender woman jumped out of the coffin, with two long bare legs on both sides of the sarcophagus.
Standing there like a statue, motionless.
The firelight on the four walls showed her whole face—
The body is bone-shaped, and the bony outline can be seen under the black silk robe, and the two arms are covered with blue-black blood vessels.
His short black hair was as green as if it had just grown out.
On the sickly pale cheeks, the high cheekbones, the strangely long eyelashes, the big black eyes kept blinking, with a deep daze, like a patient who has just woken up from a long-term coma and has not yet adapted to the burial chamber. Strong light, to understand the status quo.
The bridge of her nose was a little too straight for a woman, and her thin lips were pale and bloodless.
She is not so beautiful, her skin is white and fine without a single pore, and she shimmers with a pearl-like luster, exuding a unique charm.
"Oh, the gods are above! Is it because I am too old and dim-sighted to start hallucinating?"
"Or did the gods finally open their eyes, show mercy to me, a lonely old fellow, and send down a decree?"
Davao shook his head in disbelief, but he didn't want to take his eyes off the woman's face for a moment,
"My little Jasmine is alive!"
"Miracle!"
"Don't stop me, let me go, Master!"
"Can a normal woman lift that hundred-pound coffin board? Don't you think she's too strong?" Aiden and Cohen stared at the black-robed woman vigilantly.
"So what? She is the daughter I brought up with my own hands, my only relative in this world!"
"She won't hurt me!"
The witchers hesitated, but finally let go.
Is there any reason to prevent a father and daughter who have been separated from each other from reuniting again
Lao Da rushed over excitedly.
blah blah blah!
Cheerful and hurried footsteps echoed in the tomb.
The woman's attention was attracted, she turned her head slowly, moved her nose, her dilated pupils refocused, and a pair of dark eyes immediately locked the person who was approaching quickly.
Then there was an unabashed, raw, burning longing, like a cat smelling fishy.
"Irene, it's Daddy! Give me your hand, Daddy will take you home!"
Old Davao stood under the coffin, opened his arms, raised his head and waved her most cherished hairpin, the orange peel stretched out like every wrinkle on the old face.
In the eight years his daughter was ill and died, he spent the whole night sleeping with insomnia, haunted by terrifying visions of his loved ones leaving and dying alone.
But all nightmares will be gone.
The family should be neat and tidy.
Come on, my daughter!
The woman grinned, her eyes suddenly flashing red like beasts in the dark night, and between her white teeth and scarlet gums, a few sharp canines pierced her lips.
Whoosh whoosh.
Breathing heavily.
Then she answered him, opening her hands like a falcon flapping its wings and leaping from the coffin.
With great enthusiasm, he threw himself into the arms of the old man!
The shock happened so inadvertently.
Old Davao was thrown on his back!
Click!
The woman's sharp white teeth did not hesitate to bite into his blood-rich neck.
Puchi!
Flesh and blood flew.
what!
Heart-piercing mourning shattered the silence of the tomb.
A terrifyingly large hole was ripped open between old Davao's neck, like a dilated baby's mouth.
He twitched like a choking fish.
The pale face and lips of the woman who drank with her head were instantly stained with blood, and her pupils shot out incomparably greedy and contented colors.
boom!
Cohen, who came quickly, threw a shot of Alder and knocked the woman away.
Aiden jumped in pursuit, the silver sword cut through the air, and slashed at the mad beast that murdered his father, with fury on his face.
Damn beast!
But she did not lose her balance. She swung her right hand while staggering backwards, and her blood-stained claws perfectly blocked the silver sword.
into a stalemate.
Between the fighting weapons, that face had a fierce expression, with a rage that was disturbed by eating, and the fangs kept dripping with disgusting blood and saliva.
But she has more than one opponent.
Cohen went around her back with lightning and flint, his five fingers outlined the red seal, and he threw an Igni to set her skin on fire.
She trembled and let out a piercing scream.
And Aiden took the opportunity to slash out a sword, the tip of the sword slashed her temples, and slashed half of her left face, creating a bloody opening that was deeply visible to the bone.
The woman's roar of anger and pain echoed throughout the tomb. Her thin body fell to the ground, unable to move, and let out a piercing wailing.
The silver sword and sword oil had a terrible effect on this newborn vampire.
The witcher didn't stop.
Cohen sketched a note of Arden, and a lavender light bound her body.
And Aiden sneered and stepped on her shriveled belly, aiming at her neck and raising the silver sword.
Swah—
The moment the silver blade fell, it suddenly stopped.
The witchers breathed slightly.
His eyes looked down in a complicated way.
Old Davao, the dying body rushed out of nowhere and pressed against Irene.
He used his dying flesh and blood as a shield to block his daughter.
To the witcher's astonishment, this was not at all the speed and power that a dying old man could have.
Not even young people.
Old Davao turned back with difficulty, his pale and bright red face, those dim eyes stared at the two of them with a touch of shocking pleading.
His lips moved, and a few drops of foam splashed from his whiskers.
Don't hurt her.
Please.
With his aging body, he desperately hugged his daughter, protecting all parts of her that could be attacked.
Ironically, the crushed Erin hugged him as hard, but sipped the blood from the bloody wound between his neck, like a baby sucking in his mother's arms.
There was no warmth in those bloodthirsty eyes.
…
Aiden and Cohen looked at each other, the hand holding the sword trembled, and sighed silently,
After all, like a bystander, he didn't intervene anymore.
For a while, only the sound of gurgling swallowing could be heard in the entire tomb—
Consciousness is about to disappear.
Old Davao used his last strength, tremblingly, inserted the hairpin in the palm of his hand into his daughter's hair.
With a smile on his face, he stroked gently.
The pain and happiness of a lifetime turned into a picture of galloping, quickly passing through his mind.
"Old Davao planted a jasmine flower, but Old Davao was too incompetent and failed to protect you. For eight years, you suffered a living and almost withered."
"I can only do this for you."
"Without Dad, from now on, you have to protect yourself and live well!"
The broken aorta spurted out a cloud of blood, dyeing the loving face red, and he stared deeply at his daughter.
Her biting, sucking, so powerful, ferocious as a beast, but full of vitality.
The disease was finally gone from her body.
"Goodbye, my little Jasmine."
A tear slid from the corner of his eye, the old man's pupils completely dilated, his withered palm drooped down weakly, and he stopped breathing.
…
"This is the fate of high-level vampires."
"That's the price."
The late Queen of the Night, looking at the tragic state in the tomb, showed deep sadness and helplessness on her pretty face.
"Old Davao is a good father. Take him back to the grave mound grassland and bury him. The fallen leaves will return to their roots."
Regis and Dilaff sighed.
"Are newborn vampires always so ruthless?"
Aiden looked at the coffin, and Irene, who was full and full, lay back down again under the control of the high suction that came.
But that cruel picture could never be erased from his mind.
"I didn't say that in the first year of life, they were only driven by instinct, like a blank piece of paper, requiring us seniors to write down the rules of the new world. Of course, a month later, Gaitan was the same."
But Orianna didn't have much joy in welcoming a new baby.
The witchers couldn't help but look at the other coffin, tacitly extinguishing their thoughts of taking away the cat assassin.
Not until he can overcome his blood addiction.
Roy thought for a while, and handed the cat talisman to Aiden, "As evidence that the assassin is dead, give it to Foltest."
Everyone nodded in unison.
Gaitan is indeed dead, but he is about to start a second new life.
…
There was a moment of silence in the tomb.
"Let's get to the point now, everyone."
Roy took a deep breath and calmly smiled at a group of high-level vampires,
"Let's lead the way, it's time to meet the Shadow Elder."