Today is a day worth remembering. An alien god has asserted his sovereignty over the Federation. Now this god, and the guy who made this happen, are chatting. We have already seen what we were talking about.
It’s not that they don’t realize that they have created history, they are just in the center. Just watching the chat between these two guys, it is impossible to understand the impact of the historical process on the world. We should look outside.
There is no need to look around without a target, we have a target - those dazzling streams of light that rush into the sky and then go westward, covering the Federation...
Not all the streams of light flew to the west. When its partners went west, a stream of light stopped over Barton, and then light, soft, and quiet, it faded away from its dazzling brilliance and landed.
"Stop." Frank called to Thomas Gangro who was passing by. "You look different."
"Yes, yes?"
"Yes~" Frank waved his hand, "Come here~ Come on~ Come on~~"
"Uh..." Thomas moved uncomfortably close to Frank, his shoulders were held down, and he was involuntarily moved to face a mirror.
"Look~" Frank pointed to Thomas's image in the mirror, "Did you see it~ It's different~"
"Yes, yes..." Thomas looked at himself in the mirror seriously. Thomas Gangello in the mirror faithfully copied all the details of Thomas' movements - and is staring at the mirror in confusion.
Frank narrowed his eyes and stared at Thomas in the mirror.
This picture is quite strange. There is no Frank in the mirror. Therefore, the picture shown in the mirror is the side of Thomas Gangello's face, with two red light spots suspended in the air.
Thomas' confusion began to turn into fear - he was worried that Fran, who was holding his shoulders, would suddenly lick him...
Don't get it wrong, 'licking' is one of the ways Lesembra obtains information, as we mentioned before.
As for Thomas, as a Gangro, he didn't want to be 'licked' by Lesembula's ancestor.
Frank really made a sudden move. He raised his hand and pressed Thomas's left chest.
"Yeah!" Thomas groaned dullly in pain. He no longer looked at himself in the mirror and stared at Frank's hand pressing on his chest. "Sir, it hurts..."
Frank didn't respond, and the force on his hands increased.
Thomas begins to be unable to bear the pressure, literal pressure - the vital points of the vampire are being oppressed by a vampire clan whose power far exceeds his own. Thomas began to struggle, "Sir! Stop!"
Frank didn't stop. The intensity continues.
Thomas's body began to twist. On the one hand, it comes from pain, and on the other hand, it comes from the desire to survive in crisis - Thomas begins to deform. He didn't want to use his wolf-shaped body for attack at all, and directly chose the bat form that was more suitable for escaping. His body shrank in distortion.
Click.
Thomas's transformation process was interrupted, and he hung limply on Frank's arm. Frank's palm had broken through the defense of the chest and pinched Thomas' heart. It's too late.
Frank still had one free hand, and now he used his free hand to lift Thomas's head, which had given up on survival, "You don't think I want to kill you, do you~"
Thomas' eyes were raised back to the mirror, and he saw that his chest was covered in blood, "Then why..." Yes, why, Thomas was just passing by. He really didn't want to listen to Sissi's complaints about high school life when she came back from school. , I just want to go out for a walk...
"Don't you see something trying to steal something from you~" In the mirror, next to Thomas's image, the two red dots belonging to Frank narrowed into a line. Frank's words no longer seemed to be addressed to Thomas, "Haha, is what I have in my hand now (Thomas' heart) what you want?"
"Wha, what? What are you talking about?" Thomas asked.
Frank seemed too lazy to answer... He rubbed the thing in his hand... Thomas leaned firmly on Frank's arm, not daring to move at all.
Frank continued to talk to the mirror, "Don't answer? Then I will destroy this heart."
Thomas's heart literally lifted.
"I'll give you three seconds to make a decision." Frank was in a hurry, "Two, one..."
To Thomas' shock, a flash of light became more and more dazzling in the mirror, then rushed out of the mirror, rose into the sky, and disappeared.
Frank let go of Thomas and wiped the blood on Thomas' clothes with a smile on his face, "It's okay~ Just go and do whatever you want~"
The only streamer left in Barton seems to have retreated in vain. Let's look at some streamers flying to the west.
They crossed the east, crossed the middle... No, the majority of the streamers stopped in the middle, just like in Patton. Scattered like stars in the night sky, light and soft, fading their own light, falling into the city in the middle.
But our eyes don’t have to stop at the middle. Why
Because in the middle, there is no 'being' like Frank, right
But we can stay in the middle for a while for two people we know.
Murphy looked at the street window and stopped, "Something is looking at me."
"Huh?" Miley also stopped, faced the display window, and fiddled with her hair, "Who is it?"
Murphy was silent for a while, "Nothing, let's go."
Just this little moment is enough.
The remaining streamers all flew into the west.
They don't land, they orbit the sun. Don't be confused? Everyone should focus a little more - there are people like Frank in the West. Zimich's ancestor, Bob.
Bob seemed to be basking in the sun on the rooftop of the 2000-year-old villa in Toledo. He looked idle and suddenly squinted his eyes and looked at the sky.
"Son~" Bob waved, "Come here quickly~ See what those are?"
Craig trotted to his father's side, raised his head and squinted, "Sun?"
"No~by the sun~"
"Solar halo?"
"You're stupid, the sun's halo will spin around on its own~"
"No, I don't know. If I look at the sun for a long time, my eyes will get blurred." He curled his lips and stopped looking at the sky. He lowered his head and looked at his father helplessly, "Cappadocia came to Qiao Fan again." Ni discussed rescuing Charlie 1 Toledo, we..."
Bob didn't seem to want to hear this and was still looking at the sun. No, he was looking at the periphery of the sun. That circle of light could easily be ignored as a corona. Bob waved his hands, "It's about the key to the gate of heaven. The Sabbat has different opinions within itself, and the rightful leader Zach doesn't care, so let's not get involved..." Bob himself stopped talking and his eyes began to move. Leave the sun around and move the focus of your eyes very clearly.
Of course Craig noticed his father's unusual behavior, but when he looked up...
You know, light, soft, faded... Craig saw nothing.
"Hmm~" Bob's eyes fell on a certain location in Vega City. I mentioned it before, Zach’s 2000-year-old villa has a great view~ Suddenly he asked Craig, “Does Cappadocia know where Lesembra kept Charlie?”
"I don't seem to know."
"There." Bob pointed to the location where his gaze fell, "Go tell Cappadocia~hehehe~"
"Well, we don't want to participate."
"It seems quite interesting~"
Do you understand what 'interesting' means
It was the purpose of coming to the Federation to contact Zach.
Now go back and watch the scene between Frank and Thomas. What is in Thomas's heart? There is the Key to Heaven's Gate - Toledo, something that all vampire users of the Toledo surname lost after Sissy revoked her backhand buried in the surname. (To be continued)