"So hungry …"
As he spoke in a dream-like manner, Jack raised his head and looked at Joshua, who was wearing a scarlet glove.
"So hungry …"
His mouth widened all the way to his ears. His white teeth were neat and tidy, and his slightly sticky saliva kept gushing out.
At the same time, he lunged forward, pouncing at Joshua. He was so fast that he left an afterimage where he stood.
Although Joshua was on high alert, he wasn't able to react in time.
Before he could even see the process clearly, Jack was already in front of him.
Dong!
The blond figure seemed to hit an invisible wall as he stopped just one step away from Joshua.
Jack was in midair as a black and red glow suddenly surged from his body, corroding the transparent barrier that was blocking him.
Behind Joshua and Derrick, Demon Hunter Colin had already knelt on one knee at some point in time. He had stabbed his sword, which was smeared with silver ointment, into the ground.
Right on the heels of that, the entire area where the altar was instantly lit up, as if it was sprinkled with the purest light of dawn.
Colin suddenly drew his sword, and his figure strangely split apart, turning into layers of afterimages that were scattered around the altar.
Every figure raised the sword in their hands at the same time, combining with the nearby light of dawn as they emitted a bright glow.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Swords were thrust out one after another. The light of dawn gathered and surrounded the little boy Jack from all directions.
Amidst the radiance of the rising Sun, the black and red figures rapidly evaporated and were obliterated by the storm-like attacks.
In the underground hall where the altar was located, the light became abnormally bright, so bright that Derrick Berg couldn't help but close his eyes.
He suddenly jolted and woke up from his deep sleep. He saw the quietly burning bonfire in front of him and the team members who were dutifully guarding the camp.
Demon Hunter Colin, who was sitting cross-legged beside a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice,
"We'll set off in 50 bolts of lightning."
Upon hearing this, Derrick looked up at the sky and realized that the frequency of lightning hadn't increased significantly. Darkness was still the ruler of this land.
Thinking of the city they were about to arrive at and the temple of the Fallen Creator, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
After spending some time to calm down, Derrick quickly ate and regained his combat state.
I wonder what will happen in that temple … He held the Axe of Hurricane and came to the middle of the team.
Inside the camp, lanterns covered in thin animal skins were lit up one after another.
…
15 Minsk Street.
Klein boiled some hot water, adjusted the temperature, and took a comfortable bath.
With the laziness of a bath, he took four steps counterclockwise and went above the gray fog. He planned on using divination to confirm the matter of the evil spirit.
In the silent ancient palace, Klein leaned back in his chair and seriously considered the divination method he should choose and how he should design the divination statement. This had to conform to the principles of mysticism and not involve subdivision or elimination. Furthermore, he had to have enough information.
After a short pause, Klein leaned forward, conjured a pen and paper, and wrote down what he wanted to confirm.
"The evil spirits in the ruins are hostile to me and Sharon."
Taking off the spirit pendulum on his left wrist, Klein held it with one hand and began to meditate.
After repeatedly muttering to himself, he opened his eyes and looked forward.
This time, the topaz pendant was crazily spinning clockwise!
This meant that the evil spirit's malice was stronger than Klein had imagined!
Back then, Miss Sharon and I didn't have any abnormalities with our spiritual intuitions … That evil spirit is also a powerhouse that interferes with divination and prophecy … Heh heh, he definitely wouldn't have expected that one of us would be able to control our desires and not be blinded by greed, while the other has experienced too many things and knows what it means to "ask a tiger for its skin" … Klein sighed, returned to the real World, and lay in bed.
Unfortunately, the heat brought by the Brooch of Sun is only a psychological feeling. It can't warm the bed … Before he fell asleep, he closed his eyes and thought regretfully.
…
South of the Bridge, Rose Street, Harvest Church.
Emlyn White wiped the last chair, straightened his body, and eagerly said to Father Utravsky, "I'm done for today!"
Darn old man, don't make me copy the Holy Bible at the last minute!
Darn old man, don't make me copy the Holy Bible at the last minute again! Emlyn subconsciously prayed in his heart.
Unknowingly, the object of his prayers had changed from the moon to Mother Earth.
Father Utravsky stood there, making the vampire look like a small child.
He smiled and said,
"You have recently experienced the joy and relaxation of working with dedication and gratitude. Go back and feel the pulse of life itself in silence, as well as the pure joy that comes from it."
"I didn't!" Emlyn denied reflexively.
Father Utravsky looked at him with a benevolent smile and said nothing. He turned around, found a seat, and began his regular nightly prayers.
Emlyn White's lips quivered in a bid to retort, but he ultimately didn't say a word. He silently left the Harvest Church and habitually closed the door.
When he returned to his current residence, he found that the house was deserted and his parents were nowhere to be seen.
After witnessing this scene, he remembered that there was a gathering of the Blood Breeds in Baekeland that night.
"Those fellows are really undignified. As noble members of the Blood Clan, they should be sleeping in their coffins or staying in their own rooms. Why do they have to imitate humans and hold all kinds of gatherings? They even have to dance! "Emlyn muttered in disdain.
As he spoke, he rubbed his stomach, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and decided to change his clothes to attend the gathering.
The Odora family is really enviable. They actually have a pure human partner and opened several hospitals. There's fresh blood every day, and they can drink it whenever and however much they want. Emlyn wore a tall black top hat and quickly walked out of the house.
In the West District, inside a brightly lit villa.
Emlyn picked up a glass of scarlet liquid and drank it thirstily.
It's indeed chosen … He half-closed his eyes and praised from the bottom of his heart.
At that moment, on the dance floor, handsome men and beautiful women were hugging each other and dancing to the romantic music. They would spin or stroll at times.
"What's the point of this?" Emlyn stood at the edge of the railing on the second floor and looked down at his clansmen.
As the largest city in the World, Baekeland had many vampires living in it. They were hidden in all walks of life and had completely integrated into human society.
As for those who couldn't restrain their destructive and bloodthirsty desires, they were either sent to ancient castles deep in the mountains or dealt with internally in advance. This was to prevent the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and other official Beyonder organizations from finding any clues.
Emlyn looked at his clansmen who were getting more and more energetic as the night progressed, and he increasingly felt that he had nothing in common with them.
At that moment, the host of tonight's banquet, Cosmi Odora, walked over with a wine glass in hand.
He asked with a smile, "Do you like the 'wine' tonight?"
"Of course. Its owner is young enough and has quite a bit of energy." Emlyn straightened his back and assumed a noble posture.
Just from his appearance, Cosmi Odora looked like a middle-aged gentleman with a great bearing, but Emlyn knew that he was more than two hundred years old. He had once witnessed the Intis under Rosell The Great's rule in Intis. Later, he moved to Rouen because he had "lived" for too long and was afraid of being discovered by his neighbors.
Upon hearing Emlyn's praise, he smiled and said, "Yes, its owner is a young lady.
"Yes, its owner was a young lady. She was stabbed by a burglar and almost lost her life. Fortunately, she met me, and this was the price she had to pay for her recovery.
"You can try the wine over there and over there. Their owners come from Balam and Feynapotter respectively. They have different flavors."
"Feynapotter? Mother, the humans there love chili so much that their blood has a spiciness that I can't stand. Mother … "As Emlyn spoke, he suddenly paused as his expression froze.
The corners of Cosmi's mouth twitched as he pretended not to hear anything.
In the awkward silence, he cleared his throat and said, "Emlyn, that's just your imagination.
"Emlyn, that's just your imagination. By the way, my grandfather wishes to meet you."
"Your grandfather?" Emlyn was first taken aback before he widened his eyes and said, "Lord Nibbs?"
Nibbs Odora was a powerful Sanguine active in the Fourth Epoch, but the long years had caused his life to decay. He had no choice but to lie in a cold coffin for extended periods of time.
Cosmi nodded solemnly.
"Yes."
With that said, he turned around and walked to another staircase on the second floor, not considering the possibility of Emlyn disagreeing.
Emlyn followed behind, feeling a little uneasy and uneasy, wondering why Lord Nibbs had summoned him.
Could it be that he has finally realized that the honor of the Sanguine is more important and has decided to help me remove Father Utravsky's psychological cue? As he walked, Emlyn White felt a strong sense of hope.
Following the stairs to the underground area, Emlyn White passed through a few secret doors and entered a spacious gray hall.
In the middle of the hall was a heavy coffin made of black iron. There were many symbols and magic labels engraved on it.
After Cosmi Odora reported, a deep, old voice slowly came from the coffin, "Don't worry, I won't be able to find you.
"Emlyn White, do you know why I summoned you?"
"Honorable Lord Nibbs, I believe you plan on helping me remove the psychological cue," Emlyn replied without hesitation.
The underground hall fell silent for a few seconds before Nibbs Odora, who was lying in the coffin, chuckled.
"That is one of the purposes, but it is not for me to help you.
"I just woke up from a long dream because I received a revelation from the Primogenitor."
"Progenitor? 'He' has awakened? "The person who exclaimed in surprise wasn't Emlyn, but Cosmi Odora.
After the Cataclysm, didn't the Primogenitor only respond to certain major events? Emlyn was puzzled by what he heard.
"No, not yet." "The Ancestor told me that the apocalypse is approaching. We have to make preparations for it. And you, Emlyn White, are one of the key figures in the Ancestor's revelation."
"Apocalypse?" Cosmi asked in surprise.
However, Emlyn only had one thought:
I, Emlyn White, was actually mentioned by the Ancestor! I am the key to the Blood Breeds surviving the apocalypse!
Nibbs ignored his grandson's question and continued,
"Emlyn White, I'll give you something now."
"Go ahead." Emlyn felt that he was being too humble. After hearing what was said, he still didn't feel arrogant when facing Lord Nibbs.
Nibbs Odora said solemnly, "Find a chance to pray to The Fool."
"Ah?" Emlyn suspected that he had heard wrongly.
Nibbs added in a deep voice, "Find a chance to pray to The Fool."
"Ah?" Emlyn suspected that he had heard wrongly.
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