[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Under the insistence of the paladins, the sealing ceremony with full vigilance was held as scheduled.

The archbishop erected seven silver crosses in the ceremony hall, and twelve gold paladins personally attended the ceremony. Guards guarded the outside of the Holy See, and idlers were not allowed to watch the ceremony.

In the lounge of the Holy See, Wamir changed into a robe, and it was a young boy looking back at him in the mirror. With his handsome face and outstanding achievements, he never lacked praise and courtesy.

"Sirok." Wamir sighed softly.

The Hillock family is an ancient and famous family, and his mother was once the most beautiful and virtuous lady in the family, but obviously, during a trip, the young girl was insulted or deceived by a man, and her rapidly expanding abdomen , Humiliated Shirlock, the family asked the girl to tell the father of the child in shock and shame, the girl's tears never stopped, but she refused to answer.

The birth of Wamir turned the humiliated girl into a poor mother. Sadness and pain never left, and she began to age rapidly. When she was dying, he called the immature Wamir and told him that it was not Not long ago, but it seems like a thousand-year-old secret. "I love him," she said, "and I killed him."

..... Killing Husband.....

Wamir didn't understand what kind of feelings made his always gentle mother kill, just as he didn't understand the painful affection of his mother during those countless days and nights.

"Have I ever dishonored you?" Vamir stroked his sword.

Just today, he will be made a Knight of Platinum and his sword will be inscribed in Old French.

It was finally recognized, the family that once resented him and raised him, finally, recognized that he was the hero who brought honor to the family.

Pushing open the door of the lounge, he knew what was waiting for him, more responsibilities, a bigger world, and more brutal battles.

There were young believers waiting, bowing and saluting, leading him up the steps. The majestic palace, the center of the Holy See, and the wide enamel-painted window lattices reflected brilliant and colorful light. Standing on the right, the archbishop has a serious face, wears a red robe, and stands on the altar holding an ancient and heavy French code. Around the receiving platform are seven silver crosses.Candles flicker in the distance.

It was different from previous years because of the blatant provocation of the blood race.For young people, this most important ceremony of the year is extraordinarily serious and simple.

There is no music, no applause, no company from the tribe, and no thoughts of those noble ladies.The church bell struck twelve, and Wamir knelt down together with the other nine knights who had been enshrined.The sunlight was split into colorful fragments by the glass and fell on their hair and shoulders.

The bishop recited the prayers, and the warriors presented their swords.Everything looks so dignified and solemn.

This knight who had made Wamir dream about day and night received the ceremony in an absolutely peaceful way.There was even a moment when it seemed too peaceful, so peaceful that he almost forgot about the war, family and belonging.

He lowered his head and stared at the sunlight falling on the marble floor. The warm, warm, golden sunlight reminded him of his mother's soft and lovely hair in his memory.He suddenly remembered that he, like his mother, had blond hair.

This is what Mo Yu saw when he broke into the Holy See. The young boy knelt under the altar. The warm sunlight made his already brilliant blond hair look even more noble. His immature shoulders and the luxurious but heavy robe .

The Holy See underestimated the Prince's strength, and those silverware and defenses were just an eyesore to Mo Yu.

Ignore the archenemy of knights and bishops present and stunned.For these reactions, he has experienced too much in the countless planes before.The strongest power in this world that the system gave him was never a joke.

Mo Yu walked step by step like this, it was clearly a warm noon, but it felt like a dark night in the abyss.He put his index finger to his lips and made a quiet movement.The black eyes looked at everyone who opposed him in the field, Soul Eater!If this is a battlefield, then this moment of absence is enough to cost them their lives.But what Mo Yu wants is not massacre, what he wants is witness!

Wamir didn't feel good, his back was facing the prince, he couldn't see him, so he didn't have to face the pair of cursed eyes, but he could feel the strong pressure, Mo Yu's gaze was like a snake walk on him.But what was even more frightening was that he discovered that he actually had desires to surrender.

Trembling from the depths of the soul, instinctive worship.This thought overwhelmed him more than death itself.

In the face of absolute strength, will he lose the dignity of the proud knight?

But he has no time to think, because Mo Yu has come to him.Knuckle hands grabbed his hair and pulled it back.

Then, he saw the face of an extremely handsome man. "Will he take my head off?" Vamir wondered.

The demon king with black hair and black eyes smiled cruelly, "Vamir." The prince whispered.

"He knows who I am?" Facing the black pupils, Wamir was momentarily absent-minded.But then, he saw the prince's fangs, the bloodthirsty fangs that were revealed with a contented smile.

Wamir realized something, he wanted to struggle, but it was too late.

During the knight's canonization ceremony, the youngest platinum paladin of the Holy See was bitten.

No matter how desperate the person involved was, Mo Yu expressed satisfaction with it.If you really want to create a great future, you should cruelly let go of all the past.

"I broke you, but I will also make you."

This is the ceremony for the blood prince.