The two of them are like twins of light and darkness. Abel has light in his heart, but Hohen is the embodiment of darkness.
He understood that both he and Hohen were outliers, and he had seen too much darkness about this castle;
Sometimes he even had to dirty his hands to deal with some troubles, such as the talkative little maid last night.
The little maid was ordered to be executed by the ruthless Marquis Hohen simply because she said something she shouldn't have said.
Whenever Abel thought of the innocent blood on his hands, he would feel sad in the middle of the night.
But Abel will not show mercy to those who are evil and depraved.
Over the past two hundred years, Abel's white gloves as the Hohenlord have become tired.
Sin and guilt weighed on Abel's heart like a mountain. His heart begged for relief, and he believed that the day of relief was not far away.
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The battle is still in full swing.
The werewolf's claws and the scales on Hohen's body made a sharp and tooth-grinding sound of friction.
The current battle situation is quite unfavorable for the werewolves. As the battle drags on, the werewolves' physical strength begins to decline.
The most fatal thing was that they could not break the defense of the bat monster transformed by Hohen;
No matter whether you bite with your teeth or scratch with your claws, you can't do anything about the bat monster's scales.
Seeing that the werewolves were beginning to lose strength, the old man became a little anxious, so he used Hohen's huge body to climb behind him.
There is only one part of the bat monster's body that is not covered with scales, and that is the back of the neck.
The old man raised his hands, clamped his legs around the bat monster's neck, and suddenly inserted his right claw deep into the skin.
Hohen stood up in pain and jumped hard, trying to shake off the old werewolf on his back, but the old werewolf opened his mouth and bit the piece of flesh.
But Marquis Hohen had been enjoying this cat-and-mouse game. He enjoyed the werewolves' struggles and admired their powerless resistance. But now he was fed up and was ready to get serious.
The bat monster leaped up with the old werewolf on its back, folded its wings and spun rapidly in the air;
It looked like a spinning top spinning madly, then it turned around and landed on its back with a thud, trying to crush the annoying fly with its own weight.
"The game is over, stupid dog." Marquis Hohen changed his previous crazy look and said in a joking tone.
"The game has just begun, Hohen!" The old werewolf noticed Hohen's plan, stepped on Hohen's back with both feet, and jumped into the air.
Although he avoided the fatal blow, the old werewolf's chest was scratched by Hohen's blade wings during the high-speed rotation, leaving a flesh-wrenching wound.
The blade wing cut quite deeply, the wound was bloody and fleshy, and vaguely the ribs on the old werewolf's chest and the beating heart in his chest cavity could be seen;
But this wound did not affect the old werewolf's rapid retreat to a safer distance.
The incision is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. New granulation tissue covers the incision like grass after a spring rain.
But as a vampire, how could Hohen miss this rare opportunity!
"Well, something is coming out."
The bat monster's huge mouth revealed a mocking smile, and it chanted a spell in Latin to praise the ancestors of the blood clan.
"Blood Ancestor, I control the blood flow of life in the world in your name. I use the name of Cain to absorb the sinful blood of the hypocrites. Tonight, blood will flow like a river!"
The old werewolf's face changed drastically after hearing this, and he roared.
"spread!!"
Although the wounds caused by the blade wings were repairing under the werewolf's terrifying self-healing ability, the blood that had already flowed out was gathered by Hohen into small blades condensed from blood.
Under the effect of Hohen's spell, the blades were aimed at the fleeing werewolves.
The reason Blood Hand and his men suffered the most was that they were not prepared for this move, and their entire army was wiped out and ended up as mummies.
Although the old werewolf had warned everyone by roaring loudly, his precise control still focused the attention of a few unlucky guys who were unable to dodge.
The bloody blade was like a ghostly phantom, quietly and silently taking away several lives;
In order to protect her child, the mother pushed the young wolf away with all her strength and blocked the bloody blade with her own flesh and blood;
For the sake of his love, the husband hugged his beloved wife tightly in his arms and welcomed the invitation of death with his strong back;
The boy swung his claws at the bloody blade in vain because his sister was behind him.
After hitting the werewolf, the blade easily cut through the werewolf's mane and muscles like cutting cheese;
As the blood flowed, the blade absorbed all the blood in the wounded person's body, and the wounded person became dead in an instant. However, the blade of the blood became stronger after absorbing more blood.
The group of blood-red blades flew back to Hohen's side and danced, forming a veritable river of blood surrounding Hohen.
Hohen opened his mouth slightly and sucked the blood into his mouth like drinking juice.
As he enjoyed it, he thought to himself,
"Ah, the taste of blood intoxicates me. The blood of the descendants of gods really tastes much better than the blood of mortals."
The battle had caused many of the houses in Baideng Village to collapse, and Silas understood why the buildings in this village were so dilapidated.
The evil Marquis Hohensee regarded this village as leeks. Whenever his blood-sucking instinct was aroused, he would come here to enjoy it.
The werewolves' struggles were nothing compared to the powerful force of Marquis Hohenzollern after his transformation.
The werewolves tried to migrate, but they could never get rid of the vampires' induction into their blood.
Therefore, werewolves and vampires in the secular world are enemies of each other; vampires desire the blood of werewolves to grow, while werewolves will kill vampire cubs in order to protect themselves.
The restlessness for blood in Hohen's body was calmed by the werewolf blood he inhaled. His instinct was still greedily craving for more, but his reason told him that he needed to stop.
"This group of fat sheep in the pen cannot be slaughtered all at once. Keep them for another ten years and enjoy them slowly."
Marquis Hohen thought to himself.
The werewolves were still looking vigilantly at Marquis Hohen who had finished sucking blood, but he flapped his wings, creating a strong wind pressure that almost broke the werewolves' formation.
"Silly dogs, keep on being afraid of me, I will reign over your land again."
The words of Marquis Hohen were heard from the air. After he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and turned into a black light and flew away.
He now needs to sleep for three days, quietly digesting the power in his blood in a place where he will not be disturbed.
Those powers were the reason why he had not aged in the past hundred years, but Margrave Hohenzollern did not want to stop at such a superficial level of power as eternal youth;
He longed for more power to satisfy his ambition, which was to surpass the ancestor of the blood clan, Cain, and become a true god-like existence that would never die.
The inherited memory flowing in his blood constantly reminds him that even a powerful being like Cain, the ancestor of the blood clan and the murderer of his relatives, still lost in the battle and ended up falling into hell.
Cain's strong body was completely burned to ashes, and his soul sank in the flames of hell, suffering the torment of the flames of hell forever.
Although Marquis Hohen respected Cain, his huge ambition drove him to do more things that Cain dared not do, such as blasphemy.
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The werewolves failed again, and they howled at the full moon and Sirius in the sky.
This is a farewell to our deceased compatriots and an elegy for the soul.
Just as the old man said, every werewolf is a true warrior, and every sacrifice uses love to protect the most important person;
They are not afraid of death because after death they will return to their father god Hermanburnus and become his guards.
This is a kind of honor belonging to the dead, and they respect the dead for this, but they also have human hearts and feelings.
Even though they looked extremely hideous after their transformation, Silas understood after coming into contact with them.
These monster-looking werewolves are much cuter than the people in the outside world.
They will not harm their fellow men, nor will they resort to schemes and intrigues for their own benefit without cause.
They will not act recklessly for their own selfish desires, nor will they hold high the banner of morality to do some chilling evil things.
They are tolerant and friendly, and in comparison, sinister people seem dirty.
They are strong and brave, and in comparison, the cowardly people seem humble.
"The dead are gone, we must work harder to live on! Continue the bloodline of our Father!
Let us leave the sadness to the cowards. Only by becoming stronger can we successfully take revenge!
The light of Sirius will guide our path!"
The old man shouted inspiring words and used his faith to ignite the fire of hope in everyone's hearts.
Silas watched all this in silence, his fighting spirit aroused by what was happening;
Although his limited strength may not be able to help much, he is willing to join the Baideng Village and become a member of the Baideng Village.
Silas' destiny is to challenge Marquis Hohen, and he will go whether for Aetina or for the people of Baideng Village.
And there are so many werewolves who are good at fighting in front of him. They are Silas’ best swordsmanship and body movement teachers.
“Ouch!!!”
Whether old or young, they all turned the thousands of words they wanted to say into a wolf howl.
After they transformed back into human form, they returned to their respective houses and changed into new clothes. Their original clothes had become tattered during the transformation process and could not be repaired at all.
Silas helped several young men to collect the bodies of the dead. They would rise in the flames, pass through the broken underworld and reach the father god Hermanburnus.
Everyone stood around the high fire, watching in silence as the remains of their loved ones burned to ashes.
The laughter and joy of the past are still vivid in my mind.
Silas seemed to understand why they were so happy on weekdays, it was because they cherished every minute with each other.
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Whether it was table manners, manners and conversation, or aristocratic dance, Elena began to get better with Abel's company.
Her temperament began to change from that of a girl next door to that of an elegant aristocrat.
Although she has many classes every day, Adina is always looking for opportunities to escape.
She carefully observed the patrol routes and shift changing times of the guards every day. Although she did not write them down, she had already understood the patterns of action of these guards.
Now she just had to wait quietly for the day of rest, the day when she would be given freedom to move around. She only hoped that Margrave Hohen would come back a few days later.
Considering that there might be a wide variety of items that might be needed for escape, Adina asked Abel for sewing tools such as scissors and needles and thread, saying that she liked hand embroidery.
Every night before going to bed, she would practice embroidery in front of Abel. Over time, Abel took it for granted that this was indeed Adina's hobby.
In order to dispel Abel's suspicion, Aitina also embroidered some exquisite patterns on the clothes of Abel and Marquis Hohen.
But Adina's real purpose is to use the remaining rags from embroidery to sew a long cloth rope, which will become the key item for her escape!
She hid the unfinished rope under her mattress and worked on it late every night by moonlight.
The next day
"Good morning, Miss Aitina."
Abel woke up Adina in the morning as usual.
"Yawn~ Good morning, Mr. Abel."
Adina responded sleepily, yawning.
Abel seemed to notice the dark circles under Aitina's eyes due to staying up late, so he asked,
"Miss Aitina, you don't seem to have had a good rest?"
Aitina suddenly realized something in her heart. She thought to herself,
"Have I been discovered?"
But she still acted coquettishly and said naturally,
"It's all your fault, Mr. Abel. Your class schedule is too tight, and I can't seem to keep up with it. Yawn~ I'm still a young girl."
"Yeah. It seems that this is indeed Abel's mistake. Abel was too impatient. Next, I will adjust the intensity of the course."
Abel responded thoughtfully.
"Hehe, that's great, thank you, gentle Mr. Abel."
Adina said, sticking out her tongue playfully.
Adina never expected that her naughty words would touch the softest part of Abel's heart.
"Yes, I do want to be a gentle man, but unfortunately I have committed countless sins."
Abel was distracted by some confusion in his heart.
"Mr. Abel, Mr. Abel?"
Adina's voice woke Abel up, and Abel bowed and said,
"I'm very sorry, Abel was distracted. Now please ask Miss Adina to wash up and have dinner."
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Marquis Hohen turned back into human form and sat cross-legged in a cave deep in the jungle.
It turns out that the owner of the cave is a black bear about two meters long, which has been dominating the mountain.
He is the leader of the wild beasts in this mountain.
But while out foraging for food, a terrifying pressure came from the air;
It was so frightened that it dared not move, so it was pierced by the whip tail and became food for Margrave Hohen.
The bright red power flowed in Marquis Hohen's body, and his blood vessels were as dense as a purple spider web.
He needs to use this power to further improve his physique and soul.
In addition to the power of blood, a part of the power of Sirius in the werewolf bloodline continuously formed waves in his body that impacted his body.
Trying to break through his blood vessels and skin and return to Sirius,
But Marquis Hohen used the power of the stars to continuously strengthen his heart.
The heart of the vampire is the core of its power, and according to legend, three blood cores were born from Cain's heart.
At this time, a blood core in Marquis Hohen's left ventricle was emitting ominous fluctuations.