[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

In the Holy See, the archbishop and the representatives of the major families are sitting in danger.

After a long silence, the archbishop finally spoke, "The Holy See has never been insulted like this."

But is that really an insult?It's completely one-sided crushing.They have also heard about the affairs of the Holy See. The disparity in strength makes even the battle-tested knights a little resentful, let alone the politicians behind the scenes.

The archbishop noticed the change in the atmosphere. He took out a saber and put it on the table. It had a silver handle and platinum, and the inside of the long sword was newly engraved with the French words of knight in silver.

The representative of the Shirok family paused, and he recognized that it was Wamir's sword.Originally, he still had some expectations for this combative and sensitive child in the clan, but in the end, this kind of thing happened, and he immediately removed Wamir from his name.What on earth is the Bishop going to do now with his sword?

Under the protection of the Holy See, the major families are calm on the surface, but in fact, dark waves are already surging behind their backs.

The major families already knew about Vamir before they arrived at the Holy See.The newly promoted young man of the Xilock family was originally the focus of the spies.In addition to the previous notice of the prince, the life information of all the young knights sealed this time has already been spread in the hands of the major families.

And Wamir is the one with the least suspicion. Before that, he had never met the prince. As a child with a special status in the family, he had been raised by the elders of the family and received normal family training. the age of application.

However, he was bitten for no reason like this, was bitten? !

In front of the hard-hitting information, the major families said that the prince just bit someone randomly, and Wamir was just unlucky, right? !

"Notify the whole city," said the archbishop's old voice, "that at noon tomorrow, the altar will be executed."

When Wamir opened his eyes again, Mo Yu had already left.Two knights in armor opened the prison door and were on their way to the execution ground. Looking at the family crest on their shoulders, Wamir felt dazed. He had seen these two people on the field.

The Holy See granted him the title of the most deserted knight, but wanted to use him to carry out the most solemn criminal law.

During that attack on the Holy See, he passed out, and the dark and damp dungeon made him quickly lose the concept of time.But it made him very clearly aware of the changes in his body, first the pain in the neck, then the intermittent stupor, the pain of being pierced by the silver needle, and at a certain moment, the silver chain suddenly became hot, that The future he had to admit became clear in his blood.

The legend is true, he is going to become a vampire.

Noon, crowd, execution.

Mo Yu stood on the top floor of the church, under the shadow of the cross, her black eyes watched the boy's movements.

Among the noisy crowd, the boy stepped onto the execution platform step by step.These days, darkness has invaded the boy's body and mind, and the noon sun is particularly glaring.The past few days of imprisonment had tortured the handsome young man until his face was pale and his eye sockets sunken.

Some believers who recited French were waiting on the execution platform. He made a gesture to signal the noisy crowd to be quiet, "This is God's will." He said, "The end of the bloodthirsty." Then, he put the hemp The rope was looped around the boy's neck. "God will bury sin in silence."

"What about the sin of God?" Wamir yelled in a hoarse voice.Such words are more like a mockery than a question.

The believers did not expect such a sentence from Wamir, he tightened the hemp rope, and then announced, "The execution begins."

Wamir closed his eyes. In that short moment, Wamir thought of a lot. His mother's haggard face before his death overlapped with his complicated family crest. His thoughts flew through the lonely childhood and boring monotony. At the training ground, he stopped for a while on the journey of fighting vampires, and finally stopped at a handsome face with black hair and black pupils. "I'm not reconciled." Wamir finally thought.

Then a burst of rich and sweet aroma broke into the nostrils. The believer who tied the hemp rope for him was already decapitated. The aroma of blood filled the air of the execution platform. Wamir's heartbeat began to speed up, and his blood began to rush flowing. "It's that one!" he realized.

Finally getting used to the light, Wamir slowly opened his eyes. He saw a figure against the light, tall, straight, and slender. He was like an ancient sword that had been battle-tested and dusty for thousands of years. There was an unexpected taste of redemption in the blood color.

The crowd dispersed, screaming and fear, pouring in like a tidal wave.In the chaos, Wamir saw the guards coming from a distance against the crowd. However, the devil's actions had just begun.

Mo Yu's shots were quick, and the guards often had their heads on the ground before they could react.The sweetness in the air was getting thicker, and Wamir's confused mind finally began to clear up.

This is not redemption at all, but a one-sided massacre.Cruel methods are the show off of a heartless and ruthless devil.

The believers and guards on the execution platform all fell one by one.The footsteps of the imperial guards in the distance were getting closer and closer, and the chaotic crowd, screaming and crying were overwhelming, but Mo Yu stopped moving. He stood still in front of the boy, his black eyes seemed to be out of sight. bottom of the abyss.Then, a cold finger gently hooked the hemp rope around the boy's neck.Wamir could feel the power contained in those hands. With a light pull, the rope would be broken, and the boundary between death row and freedom would be broken.However, the owner of the hand was silent.

The warm skin on the neck was in contact with the cold fingers of the blood clan, and there was no wave in the prince's calm eyes. The meeting in the dungeon coincided with the scene at this time. "He really likes my neck." The boy thought.

Wamir knew that the Prince had a thousand ways to save his life, just as he had a thousand ways to kill himself.When the prince appeared in the dark dungeon for him, he had hoped for freedom, but the young man never expected that his rescue method would be so grandiose, even extra bloody and brutal!In the prince's black pupils, Wamir's figure was like a doomed ending.He knew that the black-haired demon king was forcing him into the abyss of night, which was another world, and there was no way out.

The young man smiled slightly, as if saying goodbye to all his past.He understood the meaning of the prince's silence.

What the Prince wants, is his submission—he wants him to beg him!

God, the reason why he is a god, relies on his supreme power. The prince is the god of this absurd world, and the sin of the god will be judged by the god himself.

The prince said he was not guilty.

And the person who listens to his will and lives like the prince wants him to be is also innocent.