I have a shelter

After the woman saw that her brother and sister had eaten, a gentle smile appeared on her tired face. She touched her brother's head and did not touch the food on the table. Instead, he took out the things from the bag and slowly organized them.

They were pieces of rat skin, each one intact.

Ratslayer, the word popped into Ian's mind.

This is not a rare occupation. Under the arrangements of the town hall, many poor people are doing such work.

In addition, there are snow clearing, various chores, etc. During labor, not only are meals provided every day, but those who regularly do these jobs are also given a sum of copper coins every week.

Among these jobs, rat exterminators are the most miserable. This is not only because of the difficulty of catching rats, but also because of the possibility of contracting the plague.

But this job has the highest income, because every rat skin can be exchanged for money.

This allows many rat exterminators to take care of an entire family, and even occasionally indulge in a glass of ale or less sour wine.

The glass of wine had already been served. The girl looked at the glass of wine that was suddenly served with a strange look in her eyes because she didn't order it.

However, she still showed a grateful smile to her boss and took a small sip.

Originally, this small sip was just out of respect, but when the red wine full of nostalgic taste flowed into her mouth, the woman couldn't help closing her eyes and drank it all.

The seven mercenaries in the tavern left the place at some unknown time. Under the warm smile of the tavern owner, the girl left here with her brother and sister after a full meal.

The tavern owner's eyes gradually withdrew from the woman's back, and then looked at the empty seat that Ian and others had occupied before.

The seven people left the tavern quietly without drinking all the ale on the table.

After drying the wine glass the girl drank from, the tavern owner slowly put on his coat. Then he knelt down and opened a small cabinet under the bar.

However, it was empty inside.

He reached out his hand with disbelief and touched it several times. After confirming again and again, he finally stood up in despair.

Then he took out the key and walked into the cellar of the tavern. When he came out, there was already an extra package in his hand, and the panic look on his face finally diminished a bit.

Before leaving, he did not forget to remind the employees: "I have something to go back early today, so you guys don't be lazy."

After walking out of the door, the tavern owner 'Bill' shrank his neck in the cold wind and looked at the quiet streets around him. With a bit of anxiety and fear, he resolutely walked into the dark fog.

"Damn it, put the bait in front of me Hunter, it's up to you, don't forget to leave a mark, we will follow you soon."

In the dense forest outside the town, there is an abandoned hunter's cabin under the evergreen trees.

The tavern owner closed the floor above his head, wiped the sweat from his brow, and walked slowly into the tunnel with a torch.

I woke up really early today and rushed to a late market. Those damn mercenaries stayed in the tavern, preventing him from going out casually.

It stands to reason that whenever the lobbyist finishes telling a story, the mercenaries are the first to leave. After all, vampires have more activities at night, so they can't make money by staying in the tavern.

To be honest, if it had been a few days ago, no matter how many mercenaries were in the room, he would have left long ago. But recently I heard that those mercenaries had caused a lot of trouble, causing trouble in the town. So I had to be a little more careful.

In my thoughts, the tunnel has become wider and wider, and many forks have appeared in front of me one by one.

The more impatient Bill became, the more mistakes he made. He walked back and forth several times and almost walked out of a tunnel.

At some point, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and he was so frightened that he quickly extinguished the torch.

It wasn't until the person opposite called out his name that he felt at ease: "Is it Mr. Paladin Clark? Thank God, you must be here to answer me!"

"Come here quickly, I'm waiting for you!" The speaker was a noble knight with some status in the order. He saw the tavern owner smiling flatteringly at the wall in the darkness like a blind man, and couldn't help but reveal a look of disgust.

Stupid and stupid humans, if it weren't for the current shortage of manpower. And this fat pig has some exquisite skills, and the nephew is also of some use. He has long sucked up the fat pig's blood in one gulp.

"How is your nephew doing lately? Have you arranged the latest batch of medicines?"

"The investigation has been a bit strict recently, sir. You don't know how shrewd that old cripple is, so he only arranged part of it." Bill rolled his eyes and said: "He told me that a sum of funds may be needed to open up connections. "

Clark couldn't help but show a look of incomparable disgust again on his face.

A guy in charge of distributing food has a bad connection that needs to be worked through?

Just throw something into the pot while inspecting and it's done.

So this stupid pig is simply making fun of his own IQ!

But no matter how stupid they are, only stupid and greedy people like this will believe that these medicines are for those blood descendants!

However, these medicines are indeed of some use to vampires. They will make the vampire's body no longer so pure, making it even harder to be discovered.

"Money is not a problem." Clark knew what the greedy uncle and nephew were planning, but he still said with a smile: "As long as you can ensure that our people can survive this disaster safely, the priest will reward you again."

"My lord! We don't need rewards. As long as my daughter can be alive and our people can survive this disaster safely, I am willing to do anything." Bill said so seriously. At this time, he had already regarded himself as a blood descendant.

Of course, if you can make some money in the whole process, it will be the best of both worlds.

Looking at this idiot, Clark nodded, put on his cloak, put on the mask, and stopped talking.

No matter how much more this guy can do, it doesn't matter.

Because after tonight, the entire Jinmaimang town will be full of blood descendant wolf slaves!

As the two walked, the passage had come to the end. After opening the heavy iron-studded wooden door, a wide underground cave appeared in front of them.

This cave is transparent here, and it used to be a werewolf's lair. In order to wipe out this group of werewolves, the Blood Knights worked hard and fought a decisive battle here!

For this reason, the master's sword also stayed here forever

But what they didn't expect was that this place has become a refuge for them now.

The cave is already full of many people. At a glance, there are hundreds of them. Almost all of them are standing in the cave!

They are all believers hiding in the town of Jinmaimang, but only a small group of people can be called "believers".

And only this small group of people know their true doctrines

After Clark came in, he took Bill through the crowd and came to their high priest.

After delivering the package in his arms, Bill took off his mask, knelt down devoutly at the feet of the high priest, and kissed her bare toes.

Every time at this time, he would tremble with excitement. He didn't know whether he was doing this for his dead daughter or for the "glory" of this moment.

After his lips touched the cold white jade once, the high priest moved away without leaving a trace. And Bill came back to his senses.

He raised his head and looked at the seven gray-robed people in the central open space, and found that the nine-pointed star under their feet and the complicated spell were almost finished.

Fortunately, he arrived in time. He didn't miss this sacred ceremony.

After tonight, his daughter will stand up again.

For this moment, he even secretly found most of the medicine and used them to soak the treasured corpse in the coffin.

‘My daughter, why did you leave me? You are too cruel. Not only did you leave, but you also took my granddaughter into the underworld. But it doesn’t matter. Dad will make you stand up again. I will warm you, whip you, and brand you every day. I will fill every part of your body with joy and despair, and give birth to the pure-blooded offspring of our family.’

In the crowd, believers came forward one by one and handed over the packages in their hands.

The high priest opened the packages one by one, revealing wooden boxes. And from these wooden boxes, she took out beating hearts and handed them to the seven saints.

Each of these hearts belongs to a pure girl. Only with the most exquisite craftsmanship can they keep the essence of their blood in these hearts in the painful torture.

The seven saints have placed their hearts in the nine-pointed star one by one, and the knights have also walked into the depths of the cave and pulled out eight huge cages.

In those cages, there were terrifying beasts, but they seemed to have been injected with anesthetics, occasionally opening their diamond-shaped scarlet eyes, looking a little listless.

After pulling out the cages, the knights bypassed the busy saint, came to the center of the nine-pointed star, and lifted the gray cloth on the ground.

Then, a huge sarcophagus buried in the soil was revealed.

On the heavy lid of the sarcophagus, there was a sword! It inserted into the sarcophagus, penetrated it, and nailed it into the ground!

I don’t know which warrior did this, the huge force cracked the lid of the entire sarcophagus, and the demon inside was completely sealed by this sword.

If George was here, he would be surprised to find that this sword and his new armor seemed to match well

Clark looked at the exposed sarcophagus and sighed in his heart.

This sarcophagus was made by the compatriots of the manor, using a whole piece of ‘black heart stone’! Only this black heart stone can make the unkillable demon sleep here forever.

At the beginning, in order to press the demon into it, they died hundreds of people!

The powerful blood queen finally didn't have to worry about the demon being killed and revived, revived and died again. Use the long sword in her hand to penetrate the coffin lid, insert into the demon heart, and nail the coffin shut!

It is dead and can't die again. The soul has been broken into pieces and sucked into the black heart stone. Perhaps only a true miracle can revive it.

Maybe my beloved should have listened to my advice at the beginning. Use my blood to completely turn it into my slave. Command all the werewolves in the valley.

And if she had such a group of wolf demons in her hands, she wouldn't have to lead the knights of the manor to go deep into the mountains in the southwest.

That despicable villain wouldn't have taken advantage of the opportunity and killed her.

Clark fell into memories

(Elizabeth) "Clark, I can't completely control these werewolves. When the wolf disaster and blood poison spread together, all the humans in the valley will become blood descendants and werewolves"

(Clark) "My lord, the human body is too fragile. They are no longer suitable to survive in this fog. Only by giving them more noble blood can they fight for the last chance to survive in this doomsday!"

(Elizabeth) "Survive? No! We just create more slaves for 'Aloysius'! Clark, no matter whether it is blood descendants or werewolves, they can't show their claws to 'Aloysius'. Maybe one day, you can stand up and In front of Him, draw your sword and fight for the real freedom. But beside you, there must be a group of human companions, so that you can see the hope of freedom."

(Clark) "What about you, sir?"

(Elizabeth) "Me? Clark, I can no longer give you hope, because I have become the source of despair and the shackles on the bloodline."

"Sir," Clark looked at the sarcophagus and thought: "I will let you see me standing in front of the devil."

"But beside me are not humans, but 100,000 compatriots!"

Unfortunately, he is not the direct "blood relative" of the master and cannot inherit her blood. Otherwise, the bite from Delina will make him stronger.

The seriously injured and dying Delina is now scared and went to the east without listening to the dissuasion. Before leaving, she took many compatriots with her.

Otherwise, with their strength, they will definitely be able to fight that person again if they unite together. There is no need to devote themselves to this disgusting cult.

"This is not the heart of a virgin." Clark turned his head at the angry female voice behind him.

He saw the fat pig Bill kneeling in front of the high priest, constantly explaining and crying.

Indeed, this is not the heart of a virgin, but something Bill usually uses to practice. After all, although the procedures are not difficult, the spells are a bit difficult to draw. Even if the high priest has simplified them again and again, non-true believers cannot guarantee that they will be completed in one go.

So in order to keep the target he chose for the last. Many people have died in Bill's hands.

This one he handed in was one of them. It was originally a collection he was going to leave for his daughter, so that he could appreciate her happy expression when she saw it.

In his tearful prayers, the high priest seemed to gradually lose his temper. He stretched out his white hand and patted Bill's face gently. Then, he turned and left.

Bill felt relaxed all over at this moment, and the warm touch of the high priest made him think wildly.

However, in just a few breaths, Bill's nose suddenly bled, and then he began to scratch his body frantically, emitting a series of heart-wrenching screams.

His fat face rotted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless black maggots kept drilling out of his skin and flesh, leaving only a pool of black blood and broken bones, with worm holes all over the bones.

Such a scene frightened many believers, and even the blood descendants felt a chill to the bone.

However, the believers turned a blind eye and focused on the things in their hands.

The hearts of the thirty-five constantly beating girls were already filled with runes, placed on the altar composed of nine-pointed stars.

But there was only one rune left to revive the devil.

The priest's eyes swept across the crowd, and his gaze stayed on a few frightened virgins for a moment, and finally shook his head gently, revealing a look of disgust.

She waved her hand, and seven saints knelt down in front of her. In devout prayer, they stretched their hands to the sky and looked at the unknown god above the mist.

The high priest closed his eyes, listened to the voice in his heart, and finally stretched out his hand and slowly chose a person.

The chosen saint was so excited that she almost collapsed in excitement while trembling all over.

At this time, the believers had cleared a space in the crowd, and used the dust of the burned desperate tomb and the ashes of the dead man's hair to outline a simple star map on the ground.

In the envious eyes of the believers, the chosen saint lay devoutly on the ground. And this scene made those who gave their hearts feel a chill from the tailbone to the top of the head.

They also used this method to do this, and those who participated in this matter were all murderers who had seen blood many times.

So they knew that the most important thing in this matter was not to choose a suitable girl. Instead, they wanted to tie the victim to the ground.

But these believers and the saint did not have such intentions, and they started to cut directly.

First, the bloody scalp and face, then the hollow wooden chisel inserted between the fingers and toes. Slowly peeling the flesh along the wound to the chest.

When the last human skin connected to the saint's chest and abdomen, the intact part that was peeled off was spread around her body and engraved with chaotic spells. The surgeon finally took out another tool and unfolded the wings on the saint's chest!

At the moment when the twelve pairs of "wings" were unfolded, the blood seemed to come alive, flowing into the saint's hands and feet along the blood vessels all over her body. And the red flesh exposed to the air began to turn dead white.

The evil blood flowed through the star map on the ground. At the moment of the saint's death, the blood flowed back to the body and kept squeezing into the heart!

At this moment, the saint who had been praying devoutly suddenly felt extremely painful. She trembled all over and gave a last desperate echo. Her eyes widened, and she embraced her God of Doom with hatred for this world!

The heart had been taken out by the believers. In the constant beating, blood-like runes flashed on it.

And this corpse, like a pile of waste, was left there indifferently and casually in the disregard of the believers.

Thirty-six hearts were finally gathered, and the high priest showed a satisfied look. The heart-felt smile was like an extremely pure girl.

Clark couldn't help but retching, with one hand attached to the stone wall, nauseated for a long time.

'Disgusting Mist Cult! '

He admitted that the slowly flowing out was food.

But this ceremony was not elegant at all. No matter how many times he watched it, he would feel sick.

The sacred songs of the believers had echoed melodiously in the cave. In the song of despair, there was a kind of deformed beauty.

On the altar, thirty-six beating hearts followed this rhythm, as if they recalled the last moments of their master's life, and beat wildly.

Blood continued to flow out of the heart, passing through each spell. It gathered around the sarcophagus, as if it had traveled through time and space, and entered the coffin.

The extremely suppressed sounds of hunger and thirst kept echoing from the sarcophagus, and the sword was squeezed out a few inches by the blood flowing into the coffin.

Thanks to the reward from 'Leshan Hero'!