The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1492 C Twilight Event ([-])
Red Robin kept silently watching the scenery outside the taxi window, and Lilith asked in his mind: "What did you understand?"

"The murderer had a feud with Cain."

The span of thinking was too large, Lilith didn't react for a while, she was silent for a while, and asked: "Why?"

"A very simple logical deduction question... Oh, I forgot that you are a devil, and you should not read the Bible. Abel's sacrifice to God was the fat of the sheep he shepherded. God was pleased with this."

"If it was a human being, then I think it might have been done by a serial killer who used stories from the Bible as their theme, but that man was a vampire who was subordinate to the Scarlet Queen Mary, and the owner of the Scarlet Queen was the hidden."

"That's why I left there immediately, because I knew that Scarlet Queen Mary would not ignore the deaths of her subordinates, and soon Mary would go there to check the situation, and that stupid woman would not know why, and recounted the scene to Her master listened, and even brought her master there."

"Cain must have been irritated by the sight of seeing how God's favored youngest son killed a lamb and took the fat from its belly, and gained more love through this sacrifice, so you guessed it, Who will he vent his anger on?"

"...Mary?" Lilith speculated.

"You're not too stupid." Red Robin's tone was so calm that Lilith couldn't even find a reason to get angry at him.

Red Robin sighed softly, and took out the small display screen from his arms. As soon as the screen was turned on, Cain's gloomy face appeared in the center of the screen.

The camera was set up just above the corpse, and every expression of Cain watching the corpse could be clearly seen.

There was an incomprehensible cold expression on his pale and handsome face, while the Scarlet Queen Mary stood at the side of the corpse and screamed sharply: "How dare he kill my child?! He is my first child!" A descendant, my eldest son! I will surely drain his blood!"

When he heard the word eldest son, Cain's pupils shrank slightly. Caught off guard, Scarlet Queen Mary was slapped to the ground by an invisible force.

She lay on the ground and looked around in disbelief, and then met Cain's extremely cold eyes.

"God, god, master, great ancestor, please forgive me! I didn't expect Morgan to be killed! He, a damned waste, would drink mercury...Master, please rest assured that this will never happen Our great plans are in the way! I still have many good descendants...uhhhh!!!"

Scarlet Queen Mary let out a sharp scream. She opened her mouth wide, her eyes protruded, as if someone had strangled her neck, and she kept scratching her chin with her hands.

"Master, save me..."

With a "bang", Mary was thrown to the ground by the door, her gorgeous skirt was stained with blood, she gasped and coughed painfully while clutching her chest, and Cain didn't even look at her when he walked past her.

"Find the murderer and bring him to me."

The taxi stopped by the Thames, and the magnificent Westminster Abbey was even more magnificent under the night. Red Robin got out of the car and walked towards Westminster Abbey.

Westminster Abbey is not open for visits during this time period, but this can't stop the vigorous Red Robin. He successfully lured away the security guards on night shift and slipped in from the transept on the side of the church.

"I don't think anyone who would take all the skin off a humanoid's abdomen and waist and scrape off the fat would really believe in God." Red Robin said as he walked through the dark church, "God is just what they do. It's just an excuse for crazy behavior."

"But I don't think he is just killing, but wants to leave some information. Belly fat is a sacrifice to God, and Westminster Abbey claims to be the closest place in the UK to God."

Going out along the side door of the transept and bypassing the courtyard, Red Robin deliberately walked in through the main door of the auditorium. The huge pointed door was pushed open a small crack, and a sharp sword-like light shot out from the gap. , the pattern on the carpet was blurred by the light.

A ceremony was held here not long ago, Red Robin thought so, and walked in through the crack of the door. His boots stepped on the dark red carpet without making any sound, and the silence in Westminster Abbey was oppressive.

Walking along the long red carpet to the front of the pulpit, in the icy moonlight through the three huge pointed Gothic windows, a glass bottle as clear as a jewel is placed in the center of the pulpit.

Red Robin walked over slowly, and stretched out his hand towards the glass bottle. He stared at the fat that had settled in the bottle, and said as if dreaming: "Honey and fine wine..."

When Red Robin's fingertips were about to touch the glass bottle, he slowly lowered his hand, took a deep breath and said, "No, the ceremony is not complete yet, he still needs more sacrifices."

Red Robin looked around, as if he saw the dense jars that had not yet appeared but already existed in his field of vision - filled the entire pulpit, filled with ointment like jade and newborn skin.

Red Robin watched all this quietly, he devoted himself to observing, understanding and appreciating, and then imagined further.

"He would put wax wicks in all the jars, and make them burn like sermon candles, and let the smoke and the moonlight rise into the sky..."

Red Robin spoke vaguely until Lilith's high-pitched call woke him up. The ancient demon said in a startled tone: "If it wasn't me, I was the devil, I really thought you were bewitched by the devil! You What are you talking about?"

"Art." Red Robin lowered his eyes and looked at the endless candle flames that did not exist. He once again stretched out a hand to rest on the edge of the pulpit, and said, "The way of deconstructing life that you can't understand Art."

"Let the unaccepted be sacrificed, let the blood of the blood-thirsty be cast aside, let the life of the Immortal be a short-burning candle, let... let... No! No! It's not complete! "

Red Robin turned from side to side, looked around, and said in a raised voice, "Something is missing, the picture is missing a corner!"

"Wake up! Tim!" Lilith yelled loudly: "You have been bewitched, I order you to wake up!"

In an instant, the spiritual force belonging to the ancient demon was released, and Red Robin covered his head and groaned in pain, but he knelt down powerlessly and hugged his head and said, "Don't disturb me, I'm looking for what is missing from this great artwork." corner of..."

"Who is the devil?! Can you wake up??!"

"I got it! I got it!" Red Robin straightened up suddenly, supported the chair next to him, stumbled to the front of the pulpit, and then looked up.

The three huge Gothic pointed windows had complex patterns that ordinary people could not understand, but Red Robin did not look at the windows themselves, but looked at the sky outside the windows.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Lilith yelled angrily.

"Shh..." Red Robin stretched out a finger to make a silent gesture, and said, "Did you hear that? The sound of birds flapping their wings..."

He just stared at the window so intently, not noticing the passage of time in the outside world, until the night became thicker and dark clouds completely obscured the moonlight.

The sound of "crash la la" reverberated, but it was not Red Robin's hallucination, but a real crackling sound.

Lilith looked at the sky through Red Robin's eyes, and the dark clouds were scattered by countless swirling air currents, which were the wind brought by the bat's wings.

Thousands of bats flitted across the foggy city, blocking out all the light. In the pitch-black church, only a gleam of light burst out from the pupils of the young man.

The light of the torch hurriedly passed through the eyes of Night Master Jim, screams, blood and flames filled the entire manor, a group of bats passed over Jim's head and turned into the human form of Bennett, he suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.

When he saw the endless bats in the sky rushing towards the London skyline like black clouds, his pupils shrank.

After being stiff for a moment, Bennett turned to Night Master Jim and said, "We've been fooled! Their goal is London! Go back!"

The night master Jim rushed to the window in three steps and two steps, staring dumbfounded at the bat army in the sky, he cursed fiercely, looked back into the manor with some worry and said.

"No, we can't leave the Josegei family alone. They have guarded Merlin's blood for generations. If a vampire gets it, they may become stronger."

At this time, the dead Boston hurried over from the side door of the manor, and said, "Have you seen it? The Blood Race is attacking London on a large scale, and the second Blood Race War is about to break out!"

"There is no blood war anymore..." Jim shook his head and said: "The archmage suffered heavy casualties, the magic world was completely defeated, and we couldn't even organize a decent resistance force."

"But we can't just give up on London." Dead Boston pursed his lips and said, "You know what kind of harm it will do to the world if they transform all the people in London into blood."

Jim sighed and said, "You two take away the survivors of the Josegei family. I'm going back to Maya to find friends who can help."

"What about Zatanna?" Bennett asked.

"She's strong, but she can't fight until she wakes up, take care of her."

Jim's portal had already opened, but at this time, another portal came faster, and the white-haired Master Andrew and Mrs. Shangdu walked out of the portal that had just been opened.

"Bad news, Jim." Andrew walked up to Jim quickly and said, "The group of the Archmage Union intends to renegotiate with the devil."

"Renegotiation? Isn't that a good thing?" Jim said in surprise.

"But the way they get the demons to sit down to negotiate again is not to force them, but to sell themselves!" Andrew gritted his teeth and said, "They are willing to accept unequal treaties just to gain strength again. Some people are even willing to sell their souls in exchange for less One-tenth of the original power."

Jim cursed fiercely, he took several breaths to calm himself down, and then said: "John is right, this is a bunch of idiots!"

Mrs. Shangdu stepped forward and said, "Some of them were beaten to death by other creditors, and they were forced to ask the devil to pay off their debts."

"But there are also many people who are reluctant to part with the scenery of the magic world. Do you think that without the magic world, they can accept sitting in an office from nine to five just to fill their stomachs like office workers?"

"It's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal." Dead Boston sighed and said, "Many mages rely on portals to walk. Can we expect them to go back to the days of taking buses?"

Andrew also sighed and said: "I admit that the archmages are too deep in the magic world. We almost don't deal with the ordinary world anymore. We hide in our mage tower all day long to support our apprentices, and almost no one bothers to manage it." An industry in the society of ordinary people."

"After the crack in the space of the mage tower fell, most of the property disappeared. If we just return to the society of ordinary people, we can only be beggars, but I still can't accept kneeling and praying to the devil. strength."

"Is there no other solution?" Jim said in a tone on the verge of collapse: "The magic world has existed for so many years, has no one anticipated today's situation and came up with a solution?!"

"Of course there are ways, but almost no one is willing to try." Andrew smiled bitterly and said, "We still have a lot of power, and some energy-bearing utensils have also been rescued by apprentices, but compared to the past, I squander Those are just a drop in the bucket.”

"I don't want to kneel to the devil, but I also don't want to go to the street to beg for food, so I can only save my energy."

Andrew turned around and let out a long sigh, speaking in a tired and somewhat thankful tone.

"Fortunately, I'm not one of those crazy young mages. In the early years, I also studied the labor-saving magic circle, but at that time the energy was abundant, and I didn't study it deeply, so the efficiency of the magic circle was very low."

"Now, my old bones are going to be an apprentice again. I hope that magical apprentice named Bruce Wayne can use his intelligent academic brain to teach us how to use the little power left to perfect Use it."

(End of this chapter)