"I'm so hungry..."
In his almost dreamlike ramblings, the little boy Jack raised his head and looked at Joshua was wearing Red Gloves.
"I'm so hungry..."
His mouth suddenly split open, all the way to his ears, revealing perfectly aligned, white teeth, and a constant flow of slightly sticky saliva.
At the same time, he lunged forward, lunging at Joshua in front of him, so fast that fragmented images remained in his wake.
Even though Joshua was on high alert, he was caught off guard.
Before he could even see what was happening, the little boy Jack pounced on him.
Thump!
The figure with pale blond hair seemed to have bumped into an invisible wall, stopping just a step away from Joshua.
The little boy Jack hovered in mid-air, and a black-red light suddenly surged from his body, sizzling Corrosion the transparent barrier that was blocking him.
Behind Joshua and Derrick, " Demon Hunter " Colin had knelt on one knee at some point, plunging his straight sword, coated with silver-gray varnish, into the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the entire area where the altar was located instantly brightened, as if it were bathed in the purest Dawn.
Colin suddenly drew his sword, his figure splitting into numerous overlapping afterimages distributed around the altar.
Each figure simultaneously raised their sword, which, combined with the nearby Dawn, radiated a bright glow.
Whoosh whoosh!
One after another, straight swords thrust out, and the rays of Dawn surged and converged, surrounding the little boy Jack from all directions.
In the brilliant light of the rising the Sun, the figure, tinged with black and red, rapidly evaporated and vanished in the Storm- like attack.
The underground hall where the altar was located became exceptionally bright, so bright that Derrick Berg couldn't help but close his eyes.
He jolted awake from his slumber and saw the quietly burning fire in front of him and the team members dutifully guarding the camp.
Colin, the " Demon Hunter," who was sitting cross-legged beside a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Depart after 50 lightning strikes."
Upon hearing this, Derrick looked up at the sky and found that the frequency of lightning had not increased significantly; darkness still reigned supreme over the land.
Thinking of the city-state he was about to arrive in, and the temple of that Fallen Creator, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
After taking some time to calm himself down, Derrick quickly ate and regained his fighting spirit.
He wondered what might happen in that temple... He gripped the " Hurricane Axe " and reached the middle of the group.
Inside the camp, lanterns covered with thin animal hides were lit one after another.
15 Minsk Street.
Klein boiled water, adjusted the temperature, and took a comfortable bath.
Feeling languid after his bath, he took four steps backward and entered the Gray Fog, intending to use Divination to confirm the matter of the Evil Spirit.
In the silent, ancient palace, Klein leaned back in his chair, pondering carefully which Divination method to choose and how to design the Divination statements. This had to conform to the principles of mysticism, not involve detailed exclusion, and required sufficient information.
After a brief pause, Klein leaned forward, conjured paper and pen, and wrote down what he wanted to confirm:
" The Evil Spirit within the ruins harbor intense malice towards Sharron and me."
Klein removed the pendulum from his left wrist, held it in one hand, and began to Cogitation.
After repeatedly chanting to himself, he opened his eyes and looked ahead.
This time, the citrine pendant is spinning wildly clockwise!
This shows that the Evil Spirit's malice was even stronger than Klein had originally thought!
At the time, neither Miss Sharron nor I had any unusual Spirituality intuition... That Evil Spirit was a powerful force that interfered with Divination and prophecy... Heh, he certainly couldn't have imagined that one of us was restrained by desires and wouldn't be blinded by Greed, while the other had experienced too much and knew what it meant to "deal with a tiger for its skin"... Klein sighed, returned to the real world, and lay down on his bed.
Unfortunately, the heat brought by the " The Sun Brooch " was only a psychological feeling; it couldn't warm the bed... He closed his eyes and thought regretfully before going to sleep.
Bridge South Borough, Rose Street, Harvest Church.
Emlyn White finished wiping the last chair, straightened up, and eagerly said to Father Utravsky:
I've finished my work for today!
"Damn Old Man, don't make me copy the holy scriptures again on a whim!" Emlyn prayed silently to himself.
And the object of his prayers had unknowingly changed from the Moon to the Earth Mother.
Father Utravsky stood there, making the Vampire look like a child.
He smiled and said:
"You've recently come to appreciate the joy and relaxation of working with dedication and gratitude. Go back now, quietly feel the pulse of life itself, and the pure joy that comes with it."
"I didn't!" Emlyn denied reflexively.
Father Utravsky gave him a kind smile, said nothing, turned around, found a seat, and began his nightly prayers.
Emlyn White's lips moved as if he wanted to retort, but in the end he didn't speak. He silently left the Harvest Church and habitually closed the door behind him.
Upon returning to his current residence, he found the house deserted, and his parents were nowhere to be seen.
Witnessing this scene, he remembered that there was a Sanguine gathering in the Backlund region that evening.
"Those guys are really shameless. As noble Sanguine, they should be sleeping peacefully in their coffins or staying in their own rooms. Why do they imitate humans, holding all sorts of parties? And even dancing!" Emlyn muttered disdainfully.
As he spoke, he touched his stomach, swallowed, and decided to change his clothes to attend the party.
" The Odora family is truly enviable. They have purely human partners, own several hospitals, and have a constant supply of fresh blood. They can drink whenever and however much they want." Emlyn put on his tall black top hat and strode quickly out of the house.
Inside a brightly lit villa in the West Borough.
Emlyn picked up the glass filled with the scarlet liquid and took a thirsty sip.
"They were indeed carefully selected..." he said, half-closing his eyes and sincerely praising them.
Meanwhile, on the dance floor, handsome men and beautiful women embraced and danced to romantic music, sometimes twirling, sometimes strolling.
"What does this mean?" Emlyn stood on the edge of the second-floor railing, looking down at his kin below.
As the world's largest city, Backlund is home to many Vampire who hide in all walks of life and have completely integrated into human society.
As for those who couldn't control their destructive and bloodthirsty desires, they were either sent to ancient castles deep in the mountains or dealt with in advance from within, so as to prevent the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and other official extraordinary organizations from finding clues.
Emlyn looked at his fellow tribesmen, who seemed to grow more energetic as the night went on, and felt increasingly that he had no common language with them.
Just then, the host of tonight's banquet, Kasimi Odora, walked over with a wine glass in hand, smiling as he asked:
"Did you enjoy the drinks tonight?"
"Of course, its owner is young enough and has good vitality." Emlyn straightened his back, striking a noble pose.
Judging by his appearance alone, Kasimi Odora is a very classy middle-aged gentleman, but Emlyn knows that he is over two hundred years old and once witnessed the Intis of Emperor Roselle in Intis. Later, because he had "lived" for too long, he was afraid that his neighbors would find out something was wrong, so he moved to Loen.
Hearing Emlyn's praise, he smiled and said:
"Yes, its owner was a young woman who was stabbed by a thief and nearly lost her life. Fortunately, she met me, and this was the necessary price she had to pay for her recovery."
"You can try some over there, and the wines there too. Their owners are from Balam and Feynapotter respectively, and they have different flavors."
" Feynapotter? Mother Goddess, the people there love chili peppers so much that their blood has a spiciness that I can't bear, Mother Goddess..." Emlyn said, then suddenly paused, her expression instantly freezing.
Kasimi's lips twitched, but he pretended not to hear anything.
In the awkward silence, he cleared his throat and said:
" Emlyn, that's just your imagination. By the way, my grandfather wants to see you."
"Your grandfather?" Emlyn was taken aback at first, then his eyes widened. "Lord Nibes?"
Nibes Odora was a powerful Sanguine active in the Fourth Epoch, but the long years had decayed his life, forcing him to lie in a cold coffin and slumber for a long time.
Kasimi nodded solemnly:
"Yes."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards another set of stairs on the second floor, without considering the possibility that Emlyn might disagree.
Emlyn followed behind somewhat awkwardly and uneasily, wondering why Lord Nibes had summoned him.
Had he finally realized that the honor of the Sanguine was more important, and decided to help me remove Father Utravsky's Psychological Suggestion? As he walked, Emlyn White felt a strong sense of hope.
After descending the stairs to the underground area, Emlyn White passed through several secret doors and entered a spacious gray hall.
In the center of the hall stood a heavy coffin, seemingly forged from black iron, adorned with numerous symbolic signs and magical symbols.
After Kasimi Odora gave his report, a deep, aged voice slowly emanated from within the coffin:
" Emlyn White, do you know why I summoned you?"
"Lord Nibes, I believe you intend to help me remove the Psychological Suggestion," Emlyn replied without hesitation.
A brief silence fell over the underground hall Nibes Odora, lying in the coffin, chuckled:
That's one of the purposes, but it's not about me helping you.
"I have just awakened from a long dream, because I received a revelation from the Progenitor."
" The Progenitor? He, He has been resurrected?" It wasn't Emlyn who exclaimed in surprise, but Kasimi Odora.
After the Cataclysm, didn't the Progenitor only respond to certain major events? Emlyn listened, puzzled.
"No, not yet," Nibes said in a low voice. " The Progenitor told me that the Apocalypse are near, and we must prepare for it. And you, Emlyn White, are one of the key figures in the Progenitor's revelation."
" The Apocalypse?" Kasimi asked in astonishment.
Emlyn, however, had only one thought:
I, Emlyn White, have actually been mentioned by the Progenitor! I am the key to the Sanguine' survival in the Apocalypse!
Nibes ignored his grandson's question and continued:
" Emlyn White, I have something to ask you now."
"Please speak." Emlyn felt he was being too modest; after hearing what had just been said, he still showed no Pride towards Lord Nibes.
Nibes Odora said in a serious tone:
"Take an opportunity to pray to the ' The Fool '."
"Huh?" Emlyn thought he had misheard.
Nibes added in a low voice:
"It's only recently that the name ' The Fool ' has become widely known."