[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

This year's Knight Ceremony has a very ironic and dramatic effect, because the person who bestowed the honor and blessing on the Knight was a prince who was once famous in the blood clan, but when the incident happened, no one knew about it.

The sun shines in through the painted enamel on the dome of the cathedral. Mo Yu is dressed in a pure white robe with a dark red scapular, and walks step by step from the door of the cathedral to the front of the wide auditorium. , maintaining a serious and solemn expression, passed through the young knights who were about to be enshrined, and stood firmly above the altar.

What I could hear were twelve loud and long bells, Mo Yu raised her hand and made a gesture, and the knights knelt down in unison with reverent faces.

The traverser's eyes moved slightly. It has been decades since he stepped here last time. He can only control one body in each world, but the lifespan of human beings is really too short. More than half a century later Today, all the knights only think that he is the new archbishop, and no one knows that they are kneeling down to the prince of the blood clan.

Unlike Wamir's conferment ceremony, the conferment ceremony without the prince's provocation was very lively. Although the first scene was quiet, the auditorium was surrounded by dignitaries from various families.

Standing on the receiving platform surrounded by silver crosses, according to his understanding of the world, Mo Yu turned the thickest prayer book to the chapter about honor and responsibility. In the lengthy eulogy, the warriors explained The sword on the lower body is sealed with both hands.

In my mind was the voice of the little intern who panicked and collapsed, "Senior, wait a minute, I'm checking your profile information."

Mo Yu took the warrior's sword expressionlessly. He knew it without checking the profile information. It was nothing more than a cliché story about a prince who disappeared and returned to the center of power. However, Mo Yu's joints holding the sword turned slightly white, making him The unbearable current situation is that his teeth are gone!

Mo Yu's teeth are white now, and he looks pretty when he smiles, but he can tell by licking his tongue that they are not the fangs of the blood race at all!

Just after sending Luo Xiaolou away, before returning to the headquarters, he transmigrated to the blood plane. Is it difficult for the current company not to allow employees to work overtime?fall!Besides, the situation this morning is really weird, because he didn't wake up in an ice coffin, he woke up on a big soft and wide wooden bed, early in the morning, his body just woke up, and he was still deeply tired Without any publicity or words, Mo Yu came to the cathedral surrounded by the crowd helplessly with a black line on his face.

He didn't understand how it happened that he was mistaken for the archbishop, but to put it bluntly, he was a toothless vampire, and when he had no way to look cool, it was better for him to be fiddled with honestly.

Looking down at the serious human knights, who were sealed by the blood princes, they don't know whether they are lucky or unlucky.

Suppressing the depressed emotions in his heart, Mo Yu looked solemn, and pulled out the scabbard in his hand. With the brilliance flashing, he heard the voice of the little intern crying in despair in his mind,

"Senior," the little girl said tremblingly.

As for what she said later, it is not important anymore, because at the moment when the scabbard was taken off, a pair of indifferent and delicate black eyes were reflected on the bright sword body.

Those eyes are deep enough and beautiful enough, but they are not cold or forceful, Mo Yu was shocked, this is his own body!

The hand of the traverser holding the sword froze slightly. In this life, he has really become a human being!

***

After the sealing ceremony, Mo Yu floated down from the altar with a dazed expression, and turned to leave when he heard someone calling him from behind, "Archbishop."

Mo Yusheng looked back helplessly, and saw a black-haired but slightly thin boy looking at him gently with a pair of slightly suspicious eyes.

Well, a nobody.

Mo Yu didn't have the intention to deal with it, and said in an impatient voice, "What's the matter?" Ever since he knew that he was not a blood clan, Mo Yu felt that his mental state was very bad.

And such a question made the boy who sent the message a little bit unresponsive, and an incredible expression flashed across his face, before he whispered, "Have you forgotten? The leaders of the family alliance army are in the rear conference hall Waiting for you here."

Wow, such a big deal!

Mo Yu stopped the movement of her feet, turned around, and floated back expressionlessly.

The good news is that although Mo Yu's body in this life is not strong, it is sharp and healthy from the perspective of human judgment, but unfortunately, it can only be considered from the perspective of human beings.

***

Ten days later, the Ulysses family received a message from the spies of the Holy See, the content of which was exactly the same as the proposal proposed by Mo Yu at the meeting - human beings intend to attack the prince's castle!

In the green forest courtyard behind the family, Verita finished reading the encrypted letter with twitching corners of his eyes, and couldn't help sighing to Wamir beside him, "I really can't understand the thinking of this new archbishop."

But in fact, there is nothing incomprehensible. The prince's castle was empty, and the only guardian, Martha, suddenly rebelled a few days ago. Now attacking the castle is as simple as breaking into an empty door, and its unique Political significance, but it can greatly boost the morale of the human legion, which can be said to be beneficial without any harm.

however……

"They won't break in." Wamir was so calm that he couldn't hear the voice of emotion.

The strategic behavior of human beings with all benefits but no harm has touched the scales of the vampiric Vamir!

"Of course they won't break in, because it wouldn't be worth it." Ulysses added in a cold voice as Verita and Vamir walked together in the icy midsummer night air, "But something must be broken. "

Some things that can be shown off, human beings just like these false names.

"The prince's enchantment has not failed." Wamir reminded.

To say such things without even seeing anyone, Wamir is really innocent sometimes, Verita tilted his head and sneered, "You trust him that much?"

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because the vampire's excellent night vision ability allowed him to capture an extremely beautiful and elegant shadow. Larilla's long gray hair glowed delicately and delicately against the moonlight. The beautiful figure flashed by, and it seemed that he had just come out of the training room.

Ulysses pursed his thin lips tightly. In his impression, the image of Larilla has always been a proud and beautiful girl, but today by chance, he suddenly realized that such a person has already appeared. Completed into a woman.

Thinking of this, Ulysses felt irritated in his chest, and he said to Wamir without thinking, "That woman loves you very much."

Vamir, "..."

Wamir has seen very few women in his life, and his understanding of women's minds is still limited to Martha's unworldly affairs and Charlie's stalking. The vampire with little experience in this area said that he does not I know the answer to whether Larilla is distressed or not, but what is certain is that another woman in his life, Martha, is definitely not distressed.

The vampire's recovery ability is very strong, but Martha's methods are even more ruthless. In the fierce fight, the fear of Wamir being broken by the ice shards by the girl behind him in the fierce fight is something that he will never forget no matter what.

The young man's eyes were dark, but his tone was as calm as ever, "I don't understand why Martha hurt me?"

When he came back from training, the first thing he thought of was to meet the prince, but outside the castle, he encountered a bunch of blood clan obstacles. In the chaotic dispute, Martha joined the battle at some point, but Lingshou's own quality was not enough. Not suitable for a frontal confrontation, he instinctively protected Martha behind him, and felt a pain tearing his body.

Wamir escaped wounded and did not see the prince, and Martha's behavior could not be explained.

Until now, Wamir still doesn't understand whether such an attack was Martha's private betrayal, or the prince's intention?Although I don't want to admit it, but according to the personality of the Lingshou clan, the last possibility is indeed more likely!

Mo Yu, who was far away in the Holy See, didn't know that he had already taken such a big blame, but Verita, who was beside Wamir, started a serious analysis of the reasons.

He quietly guessed for Wamir with the unique teasing tone of the Ulysses family, "Maybe the prince knows your plan."

Wamir paused, and he turned around to look directly into Ulysses' bright green eyes.

The world of vampires has an absolutely strict hierarchy, the prince is a pure blood, and Vamir is a mutant vampire.

According to the law of vampires, mutated vampires have no titles, no retainers, no land, they are forbidden to create their own followers, they can only show their abilities as vassals of pure-blooded ones, previous mutants, no matter their own talents There are not enough connections and connections, so there are few objections to this arrangement, but Wamir is an exception...

His talent, guide, sphere of influence, and charisma have all rapidly reached some unbelievable heights in repeated experiences, and how could such a person be willing to bow down to others?

He stood in front of Ulysses, the moonlight fell on his shiny blond hair and the uniquely handsome face of the blood race, and then, Wamir smiled, it was a child-like self-satisfied smile.

He whispered back to Ulysses, "That's not why the Prince didn't see me."

The figure of Wamir leaving was upright and decisive, and even Vilita, who was always arrogant and used to it, was slightly taken aback. He heard Wamir's implication-the prince had no reason, but even if there was, it didn't matter, because Wamir eventually will find him!

Ulysses watched as Vamir and Lerira disappeared into the darkness in the same direction.

Velita realized in a trance that it seemed that as soon as he talked about the powerful vampire, Wamir would instantly transform into an invulnerable hero, but was he really as invulnerable as he seemed?

***

In turbulent times, it is a kind of sadness for a person to be too sober. Larilla is clear about her future. When Wamir left the Ulysses family and planned to go out to practice, Charlie pulled the young man's clothes She cried and said a lot of love words, but she just took a look in the pavilion on the second floor, and she didn't even see a see-off figure.

Verita is also a kind of person. He gave up his love for women and chose to face up to his family responsibilities. Xia Lier may be a bit slow to wake up, but he is also a bride who married far away in the south.

But what about Vamir?Ulysses sighed in his heart. The blood race's complexion was pale, but his hair color was heavy. Wamir's dazzling blond hair felt a bit out of place on the road in the dark night, just like his life journey.

The figure of the young man is unexpectedly tall and straight, and that figure is resolutely independent, as if it has never been knocked down by the weight of life.

Ulysses felt that he was no longer able to predict the direction of the development of the matter, but he did not blame himself. There are too many things that cannot be controlled in troubled times. How can the true feelings that are painstakingly achieved be so easily achieved?The story in the new chapter, just like this, started a brand new transition with countless wishes.

At the same time, the cronies and soldiers of the Holy See had already brought enough gunpowder and heavy swords, and were on their way to the prince's castle.

This was an ordinary attack, and there was nothing particularly worthy of attention. The only exception was that in this tall, burly and dusty team, a military therapist with black hair and black eyes was following a tall and straight army healer.