"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't do what you want." Zach never hesitated to show his respect. He bent slightly and saluted the sad cherubim, "This is my city, I live here. ,I will not leave."
The vampire raised his waist and looked at Crowley with narrowed eyes. The fallen angel's face was filled with a disappointed expression. Cherubim are not a species that can be seen randomly. Their number may be less than the limited edition products on Lister Street, and the chance encounter at this time clearly reveals the reason for their scarcity.
They do not accept any persuasion and persist in enforcing the rules they abide by. The result is that it is not Crowley, not Zack, or Seth who has pulled out a silver dagger engraved with various patterns on the side, but himself, who will leave this world forever.
"Crowley, before we start, I still have a question." Zach looked at Crowley's already held right hand, and the faint light and shadow were condensing. In the distant era, there were not many types of weapons. This fallen angel He's obviously a guy with a sword.
Zach had some helplessness on his face, "But Cherubim obviously won't say a word to me again. Crowley, as an ally, can be considered an ally." Zach chuckled, "You need to ask why he would Come here, why are you just starting to carry out your accusations now?”
Crowley had been paying attention to the cherubim and her eyes shifted to Zach. The problems left over from history made her forget these two problems. Her right hand that was held in a virtual grip stretched out, and the condensed light and shadow dissipated. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath as if in person, and looked at the cherubim with flames already flowing between his palms with his blue eyes.
That's who the cherubim are, even if you say these words about him right in front of him. He won't care either. Because he has his own 'height', what are the low-level vampires saying. He doesn't care.
"Cherubim, battle is inevitable." Crowley looked at the cherubim. "How about leaving the necessary information for the winning side before our side wins or loses."
"I have no information to know from you." Cherubim said calmly. You see, he has already acquiesced that his 'justice' will definitely win. This is an unreasonable species.
"You are wrong." Crowley shook her head, with sadness on her face. She didn't know whether it was for the heart of the cherubim or the existence of the cherubim. "At least I can give you a list. The gate to hell has been opened. I He is not the only or the last devil to come to this world. If I lose, I will not be able to come back. At least, I can tell my former comrades who he will face."
"It's not important." The cherubim's stained forehead wrinkled, "I will send them all back."
Crowley lowered her head, and behind her, the whip with the golden armor embedded in her hair swayed on her back. "This is important, you know, there will always be a moment when you will disappear in someone's hands." Perhaps comparing cherubim to police officers is too idealistic. Because the police will retire, the cherubim will not. They who only know how to perform their duties will die in their jobs sooner or later.
"Before that, I hope you can choose the person who will end you." Crowley looked at the cherubim again. "At least we all have glory."
The other party was silent.
Night has truly enveloped Barton City. The bright moon in the east is just a little bit full, and there will always be a trace of regret in life.
"What if." There was an inexplicable emotion on Cherubim's face. "This is the most perfect moment." After looking at Crowley, his cloudy eyes actually swept over the vampire's face. The guilty prisoners left over from past history have gathered together, and indeed, there could not be a better moment.
There seems to be a gentle sigh emanating from this cemetery.
What a realistic thing to leave a message for the winner who will stay in this world.
Cherubim's eyes slowly closed, "I came here because of the rumors circulating outside the city of Barton that this is an ownerless city."
Accident? The cherubim came to this city as a low-class alien race. Of course not, he's a homeless bum.
"This is a beautiful city." Cherubim seemed to be describing a place that no one knew. "The people are simple and friendly. The prisoners consciously fulfilled their punishment."
There was no expression on Zach's face. Compared to the two major vampire alliances in the central and western parts of the country, he would only exist as a funeral owner, and he had indeed 'fulfilled' the punishment mentioned by the cherubim. You can understand why a guy who can't die is being buried.
"I like it here." Cherubim said this, but immediately, his expression showed a hint of anger, "until someone showed up. That shameless pagan, he sealed me."
who? Who else could it be, Papa Midnight.
There was a hint of understanding on Zach's face, but Crowley's face was filled with disgust. Apparently, in this regard, she, like the Cherubim, considered Papa Midnight to be a 'shameless heretic'.
"This is what you want to know. I don't need your list." After a brief silence, the Cherubim looked at Crowley, "Let me continue to fulfill my position and fight."
The advancing flames crashed into Crowley like a rushing tide.
Vampire Zach stepped back and put his hand directly on Seth who was hunched over and ready to step forward. The battle had just begun, and Zach didn't want the 'General's' men to die at the beginning.
The witcher's shoulders were grabbed by the vampire and he was forced to retreat and pull back. Although Zach did not expect this silent demon hunter who was acting as a substitute to confront the cherubim, he was a demon and could not live in peace with the cherubim. It is obviously not a wise choice to join the battle with such complicated emotions.
Zach glanced at the dagger in Seth's hand and raised his eyebrows, "Don't forget, the reason you are here is the weapon in your hand. Don't do anything stupid." Such as dying.
The side of Seth's face was tightened, and the skin on the front was all twisted and wrinkled. This devil who doesn't care about his container has performed the tangled expression to the extreme.
Zach has no plans to join the battle yet. Although the cherubim's flames will not cause any harm to vampires, the soul is like the human appendix to vampires. Even if it is a redundant organ that has lost its role during evolution, it will still be painful if it becomes inflamed.
Zach had to wait, waiting for the battle to reach a stalemate.
Crowley's right hand clenched at the moment the flame appeared, and the scattered light and shadow condensed on her right hand. His left hand crossed in front of him and held the lower end of the transparent sword hilt. Her golden battle skirt was stretched because her legs were spread apart and arched, which turned out to be a standard swordsman posture.
The light and shadow were pushed by the sudden explosion, Crowley's golden braid pulled the afterimage, and in the invisible spreading circular air explosion, it went straight to the center of the flame like a flame!
For the fallen angel, hellfire has become a part of her over the endless years. In other words, she was used to the torment of this moment.
At the end of the bright red flame, in front of the outstretched palms of the cherubim, there is an abrupt human shape protruding! It's like something wrapped in countless silks is breaking through little by little. A tall fire pillar stands above the flames, slashing down with the waving of the protruding human figure!
The flames rushing in the opposite direction were finally unable to reach the thing wrapped in it. Crowley's face appeared in the bright flames, and the sword in her hand also got rid of the entanglement of the flames. Golden, fan-shaped gold suddenly appeared in the night sky.
"Bang!"
The sound of metal clashing was particularly harsh in the empty tomb area!
This sound seemed to activate something. Crowley's two-handed sword was blocked by the round glazed shield!
The cherubim who were originally dressed as tramps had changed their appearance in the giant shield in an instant!
In the halo of blurry colors, armor like glass clings to the cherubim's bodies! Dazzling light surges and converges on the surface and inside of the armor! On the shield surface where the sword and shield intersect, dazzling light spots replaced the sparks and scattered violently!
Crowley's wings suddenly spread out from her arched shoulders and hands!
The golden armor leaves of the battle skirt turned and rotated under the instigation of the surging air! Crowley's golden braids were swaying in the air, and her golden two-handed sword drew a circle on the earth!
"Bang!"
On the glass shield that was moved by the cherubim to his side, dazzling light spots erupted again!
The color of the colored glaze draws a long line above the ground!
On the flat cemetery, two dragging marks were plowed out by the feet of the colliding cherubim! Black mounds of earth rose behind the cherubim's glazed boots!
"Uh-huh!"
The broad shield was inserted into the ground by the bent cherubim, stopping the retreat! There was an inexplicable hint of excitement on his suddenly raised face! Countless colored lights flow crazily on the armor!
Crowley didn't stop. The golden light was the afterimage of her impact. The fallen angel's fighting style was unusually direct and brutal!
The dazzling light spots continued to spread, illuminating the flying black wings, the giant glazed shield, and the occasional burst of bright red... The sound of gold and stone clashing fiercely pulled people to the ancient battlefield!
"What a beautiful scene." Zach smiled and looked at Seth beside him, with a smile of unknown meaning on his face. "You know? When you live long enough, what you think about is not that you can still see it. There are so many novel things." Zach's eyes returned to the cherubim, the fallen angels fighting, "But in the past, you missed too many things."
What vampires mean is that if something is missed and the ending has become a fact, it can no longer be copied or reproduced.
In this battlefield full of collisions, vampires are actually experiencing life.
"Bang!"
After an unknown number of collisions and explosions, the vampire's red eyes narrowed and focused on the crack that appeared on the dazzling glazed armor. The vampire looked at the golden armor pieces flying in the air again. Crowley's golden hair was still completely messy, and her battle dress, which was already full of cracks, was in pieces.
There was a smile on the vampire's lips. It’s not enough, wait a little longer. (..)