"You are the master of everything. You control the boundary between life and death. You are the king of kings, the god of gods."
Augustus's hands were twisted, and his waist was swaying from side to side. His steps were very messy. However, if one observed carefully, one would feel that there was something mysterious about his movements.
Myrna, Harold, and the other dwarves who were praying with Augustus were confused by the complicated movements. They tried their best to imitate Augustus's movements and kept chanting.
"You have given us life, you have given us food, you have given us courage to face difficulties, you have given us kindness, integrity, compassion, and steadfastness."
At the entrance of the hall, in an empty place, four transparent figures were watching the prayers of the dwarves.
"Their praying movements are very similar to the gestures and gestures of the ancient magic empire." Tess, the vampire bride, said to Galata, Wells, and Edith with her natural talent, Short Distance Telepathy. She sounded confused and amused.
They had found the place where the dwarves were hiding!
Wales and Edith were both blood servants. They had been living in the Night Highland since they were little, and the furthest they went was the castle of the vampire lord nearby. How could they know about the rituals of the ancient Magic Empire? Therefore, after hearing Tess' words, they were both submissive and did not know how to answer. The study in the castle was not something that blood servants like them could use, especially Wales, who did not even know any language!
"Madam, the old dwarf's movements are too complicated and twisted. They are very different from the magic ceremony." Galata, the vampire butler, replied respectfully, "They are more like the sacrificial dance when the Saint Truth was first developed."
"Well, the sacrificial dance of the Saint Truth was modified from the simple magic ceremony. And, Galata, don't you see it? The reason why the old dwarf's movements are so complicated and twisted is that he is playing the role of six sorcerers in different directions, and he can connect all of them together … "Tess snorted.
Wales and Edith both lowered their heads, not daring to interrupt at this moment. Although the lowly dwarves did not know, the noble blood servants knew that their master Count Vlad was injured by the divine power of the Saint Truth at the end of the War of Dawn. Count Vlad had been sleeping for hundreds of years and had never left the Night Highland. Therefore, in the castle, the topic of the Saint Truth was taboo. Only Mrs. Tess and Mr. Galata were allowed to talk about it.
"Madam, you have an excellent eye. Indeed, they do look alike." Galata observed for a while and agreed with Tess. "But their prayers are definitely not spells, so the ritual won't work. But I can't tell which ritual it is."
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the ritual won't have any effect. We can interrogate these stinky dwarves after we catch them." Tess sneered, totally on the side of the vampires. "How dare you pray to God? Don't you know I hate preachers, priests, and bishops? Because of them, my dear Vlad can't stay with me all the time! "
"Thanks to your sharp eyes, Madam, we were able to discover that there was something wrong with the dwarf and find the hiding place of the resistance army." Wales was afraid that Mrs. Tess might lose control of her emotions and hurt herself, so he changed the topic and flattered Mrs. Tess.
Tess smiled. "He's been a slave in the castle for at least three years, but he's still so energetic. Humph, if he didn't have hope in his heart, he would have been as lifeless and dull as a normal dwarf. It's very easy to tell him apart, which means there's probably something wrong with him. I can't believe that he has something to do with the rebels. "
"You're right, Madam. Dwarves don't deserve hope. They're just cattle and horses in captivity!" Edith flattered.
Seeing that the prayer ceremony was about to end, Tess waved her hand and said, "Kill them and hang them on the castle wall to dry. This will deter other dwarves and prevent them from being laughed at by other counts and viscounts."
"Yes, Madam," Galata, Wales, and Edith answered at the same time.
Harold and Augustus knelt on the ground and prayed in a low voice, "Great Master of Life and Death, you love us as if you're the master of the supreme power. We'll let everyone chant your name and worship you as a saint. We're willing to be free from all the sufferings and evils under your glory. "
"May your holy name of steam be supreme again!"
After praying, he added in his mind, "May the glorious steam civilization be rebuilt under your protection!"
"Ah! Ah! " As soon as he finished his thought, two shrill screams came out. Harold rolled to his feet in shock and looked at the entrance of the hall.
Four figures slowly appeared. They were Madam Tess, Steward Galata, Supervisor Wells, and Maid Edith. Galata was holding a dwarf at the end of the team, piercing his two white fangs into the dwarf's neck. Wells was cutting the throat of another dwarf with his shiny nails. Blood was spurting out from the wound.
Blood slaves were not qualified to drink blood, and they could not waste it.
"You guys, why are you here?!" Harold blurted out in a panic, his whole body trembling.
Tess, the glamorous dwarf vampire, took out a 'Nightingale' handkerchief from Holm and wiped her lips. She said with a half-smile, "Didn't you bring us here?"
The dwarven rebels who were shocked by the sudden appearance of the vampires and the cruel massacre all turned around and looked at Harold. There was suspicion, hatred, disdain, and resentment in their eyes.
"Why did you betray us, Harold?" Quiggins picked up his axe and was about to chop this shameless traitor.
The dwarf girl Myrna looked at her companions in disbelief, "I trusted you so much."
"No, I didn't betray you, Elder, Myrna, Uncle Warren, Uncle Quiggins, I didn't! I didn't! You have to believe me! " Harold explained to the other dwarves in fear and despair, forgetting that they were "surrounded" by vampires.
Tess giggled and signaled Galata to stop killing. She liked the feeling of playing with people's minds.
"I believe you, Harold. If you wanted to betray us, you could've just brought them here," Elder Augustus said calmly.
"Elder Augustus …" Harold suddenly felt that it was dawn, although he only knew what dawn was from Elder Augustus' stories.
Augustus shook his head sympathetically and said loudly to the stunned dwarves, "Should we fight to the death and carve out a bloody path? Or do you want to kneel down and die? It's all up to you! "
"Steam Above!" The dwarves picked up their axes and shouted. For a moment, they were full of fighting spirit.
Tess covered her mouth and said disappointedly, "This is boring. Galata, do it."
Galata adjusted his bow tie and ignored the dwarves who were rushing at him with axes. He turned around and bowed, "As you wish, Madam."
A huge axe was about to hit his back. Suddenly, Galata kicked the ground with his right foot and turned into a ghostly shadow. He circled to the back of the dwarf and pulled his left hand forward.
The dwarf screamed miserably, but his voice disappeared as if it was blocked by saliva. He fell to the ground and rolled on the ground. After a while, he could no longer move. Blood kept coming out of his throat.
Then, Galata turned into the crowd of dwarves and kept moving forward. Wherever he went, the dwarves screamed.
The dwarves finally surrounded Galata with their advantage in numbers. However, Galata suddenly turned into countless small bats, flew away, and gathered again in the distance.
Some of the dwarves had already started fighting with Wales and Edith. They were almost as powerful as Galata, and the two blood slaves were suppressed by their axes.
Seeing that they could not defeat Galata, and that Wales and Edith, who were guarding the gate, were not Knight level, the elder reluctantly said, "Go to the gate! Get out of here! "
Seven or eight dwarves looked at each other and shouted. They tried to stall Galata so that the other dwarves could escape.
However, every ten seconds, there would be a scream among them. It seemed that they would not be able to stall for much longer.
Glancing at these dwarves in grief, the rest of the dwarves rushed to the gate with tears in their eyes. They broke through the defense line of Wales and Edith and were about to rush into the passage.
"Useless!" Tess said coldly at the entrance of the passage. Two delicate white fangs grew out of her mouth timidly. She then waved her right hand, and a black smoke shrouded the dwarves in front of her.
"Ah!" The sharp screams stopped abruptly.
When the black smoke dissipated, the dwarves in the front fell to the ground, as if their blood had been sucked out of their bodies.
The rest of the dwarves were so scared that they ran away in all directions. However, no matter how hard they ran, they did not dare to get within one meter of Tess.
Vampires were not only good at hand-to-hand combat.
"Why is she so strong?" The Elder, Harold, Myrna and the other dwarves in the back murmured with pale faces.
Although the Elder had been clear-headed and knew that the rebels could never defeat a senior-rank vampire, he did not expect that an ordinary or middle-rank vampire could kill the rebels as easily as slaughtering cattle.
"Our efforts, our efforts, our sacrifices … Are they all useless?" The Elder's legs were weak, and he knelt down with his back facing the altar.
Tess did not continue to cast dark magic. She took out a nightingale handkerchief and wiped her hands, "Don't you understand? You can survive because the other vampires are too bored and want to play the game of cat and mouse. If you don't have hope, you won't be disappointed. "
"Is that so?" The Elder hit his head on the ground with tears running down his cheeks, "Is there no way out for the dwarves? Can't the sacrifice of our people bring us some light? "
He turned around and wailed at the altar, "God of Steam, Almighty Lord, Master of Life and Death, please save your family!"
The dwarves screamed one after another.
"Wake up. Do you really think there's a god coming to help you?" Tess sneered, "It's been thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years. Are you still so naive?"
The Elder was completely immersed in his own world. While chanting the name of the god, he kept hitting the altar with his head. His blood dyed the stone surface red.
"Haha, these idiots." Wells finally recovered from the impact of the dwarves' attacks. He could not help but laugh at them.
Harold, Myrna and the other dwarves saw that Galata was like an invincible killing machine, and they all knelt down in despair.
"Is this the end of the rebels? Will the hope of the dwarves never appear? "Harold thought bitterly.
Suddenly, a light flashed in front of his eyes. He raised his head subconsciously, and his expression froze.
The altar, which had no reaction before, was suddenly covered by a sacred light shield!
Rays of pure white light and dark light shone in all directions!
After a short pause, ecstasy and gratitude surged in Harold's heart. He lay on the ground with tears running down his cheeks.
"Almighty Master of Life and Death, you love us as if you are the master of the supreme power."
"We'll let everyone chant your name and worship you as the Holy One."
The Elder, Myrna, Quiggins and the other dwarves also came back to themselves from the shock. They prayed to the altar with tears on their faces.
"May we be free from all sufferings and evils under your glory."
"May your holy name of Steam be supreme again!"
Inside the altar, a figure in a strange black suit slowly emerged.
"Lord, you have come to the earth with the gift of salvation."
"Great Master of Life and Death, all shall be purified where your glory shines!"
The Elder, Harold and the other dwarves became more and more excited. The God of Steam had come to save them?
Tess, Galata and the other dwarves looked at the altar in shock. What happened?
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