The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me Xi Wei Jinshi

The moment I saw the door.

Players are already thinking about how much they can sell this door after breaking it into several pieces.

Barna and Platyer didn't know what the players were thinking.

They walked to the gate and placed their palms on the grooves on the door.

The dragon head on that door spins towards the player.

The dragon's eyes lit up.

"Kacha—" the door opened to the inside.

The door is brightly lit.

It looks like a hall in a church.

The light from the stained-glass windows casts wild shadows in the dimly lit hall.

Rows of chairs are neatly arranged under the high platform, which is full of mysterious people wearing white masks. On the high platform, there is an iron bed, on which lies a naked girl and a girl in red. The crowned clergyman was standing in front of the iron bed, holding a Gospel book in his hand, and he was mumbling about something.

The opening of the door did not attract the attention of everyone in the hall, and the cardinal on the high platform just glanced up and continued to chant the contents of the Gospel.

Barna turned around and made a silent gesture to the players with a solemn expression.

Although the players were curious, in order to complete the task smoothly, they could only keep their mouths shut and silently wait for the development of the situation.

After a while, the voice of the cardinal's chanting became louder, and those mysterious people wearing white masks also straightened up, as if following the instigation of the cardinal, their emotions reached a climax.

Just when the players thought that the cardinal was going to use some awesome magic spell, the chant stopped abruptly, and he took out a knife from the sacrificial robe in his arms.

Then, like killing a chicken, he stabbed at the girl on the iron bed.

This scene made the players' catalogs tear up, and they almost couldn't help rushing forward to save the girl.

However, the next moment, he was poured cold water by a word of innocence.

[Don't be impulsive, that demihuman is already dead, haven't you noticed that you can't see the blood bar?The best way to get revenge now is to lie down and gain the trust of this winter-breaking organization, and then settle the score after autumn]

The words awakened the dreamer, and the players forced themselves to calm down again, and repeatedly confirmed with the identification technique that the sub-elf who had been bloodletted by the cardinal on the iron bed was indeed dead.

"You guys are very lucky today."

Barna smiled and said in a low voice:

"This is the transformation ceremony of our Breakthrough Winter organization. I haven't seen it a few times. If you work hard, maybe you will become one of those people wearing white masks in the future."

While speaking, the cardinal had already filled a bowl of blood and drank it all in one gulp, with a fascinated look on his face. During this process, the blood of the demi-human girl kept dripping down the iron bed into the silver basin below.

The sound of swallowing and spitting sounded around.

Touching fish to mix this real gentleman only felt a chill down his spine.

He glanced around from the corner of his eye, and saw those mysterious people wearing white masks staring at the cardinal with fanaticism and longing. In other words, what they longed for was actually the bowl of blood.

The protagonist of today's transformation ceremony is obviously not the cardinal. After he drank the first bowl of blood, his cold eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and then he raised the knife and cut open the arteries of the girl's limbs. More The blood gushed out and gathered in the silver basin, and the smell of blood gradually spread in the hall. b

This process lasted about half an hour.

Everyone waited silently.

Until the blood on the iron bed coagulated, not a drop of blood dripped into the silver basin.

The cardinal held up the silver basin half filled with the demi-human blood. The blood inside was bright red, as gorgeous as roses, just like the lost life of the demi-human girl.

He put the silver basin on the iron bed.

Then he took out a bunch of bottles and jars from his arms, and added various alchemy reagents to the silver basin in a very methodical manner, which seemed messy, until the blood in the silver basin was as dark as the night, emitting a It smells bad.

"The potions needed for the transformation ceremony have been prepared." Barna smiled darkly, "The birth of a Templar requires more than one transformation ceremony, but the more rituals you undergo, the greater the probability of success , Of course, there are also those who can transform successfully at one time, which shows that he is very compatible with the blood of this batch of demihumans, and has a high degree of absorption... You see, it will start soon..."

The cardinal took out something similar to a needle, but compared to the needles of modern society, this needle can be said to be a giant, it is as thick as an adult's arm, the needle is like a razor, and it is stained with spots Bloodstains, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a murder weapon.

At this time, a mysterious man wearing a white mask had come to the cardinal.

Can't see it when sitting.

Now the mysterious man fully revealed his body.

Only then did the players realize that the mysterious man was unusually tall.

In Kane Continent, being strong and tall means having a good base of resources.

It can be seen that even if these mysterious people are not born noble, at least they have no worries about food and clothing.

"Child, are you ready?"

This is the first time the players have heard the cardinal speak humanly since they entered the hall.

It's not as hoarse as a demon as imagined.

Instead, he is as gentle as a loving father.

But compared with the cold eyes of the bishop and the bloody and evil environment around him, such a voice seemed absurd and disgusting.

"My lord, I'm ready."

The voice of the mysterious man was very young, faintly full of excitement and fanaticism.

Players can almost imagine.

Under the white mask, there should be a handsome young man's face.

"Very well, turn your back on me, my boy."

The cardinal smiled and stared at the boy in front of him, turned around, then held the syringe, and stabbed fiercely into the spine of the boy's back.

"Ugh—!"

The severe pain made the boy howl hoarsely.

The veins in those hands burst out, and two bloodstains appeared on the armor.

But he tried his best not to move his body.

Because now, he is receiving the gift of God.

After a while, the ceremony ended.

The prepared blood has all been injected into the juvenile's spine.

He knelt on the ground weakly, panting.

The whole body was sweating like rain, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

"My lord, I did it..."

He yelled weakly, like a child claiming credit for his father.

"That's right, Flanders, you did it, you are a very talented child." The cardinal touched the boy's head tenderly, and a gleam of joy suddenly burst out in his eyes, he exclaimed: "I have already felt Grace thrives within you!"

As if to respond to the bishop's expectations.

The young man pinched his own neck and let out a strange sound of "ho ho", lying on the ground, his limbs twisted together strangely, and violently twitched.

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