The layered routine of vest essence

Theodore subconsciously cast his gaze on the busy traffic below.

The huge windshields on high-rise buildings still cannot reflect his figure. He has never obtained the peace and salvation of his soul--immortality is so fascinating, but you will regret it only after you have it.

He never thought about these things, as if everything was so logical, he even felt that it was a gift for them to let humans go.

But why subconsciously imitate humans?

Theodore's voice was a little dry, "So, this agreement is still for our good? Just rely on your ability and fables that you don't know the truth?"

Ellis ignored Theodore, who was in deep thought and fear, and continued: "It's not that you are not allowed to suck blood. Anyway, the vitality of the vampire is about the same as that of Xiaoqiang. If you don't starve to death, you will be fine."

Theodore choked out a sentence: "Can you have some kind words in your mouth? You obviously talk like a holy father to others, but you start to be weird to me?"

Ellis chuckled and said, "Every time I talk nicely to you, I've already fought you many times already, right?"

Theodore's expression changed several times. He himself didn't care about the life and death of human beings, and even thought fresh blood was more delicious, but such an easy compromise made him extremely displeased with his pride.

"Sooner or later, I have to get something back from this priest." He thought, "No matter what, he is just an ordinary person. If I wait for him to appear before his death, he will definitely beg me to grant him eternal life."

The advantage of the longevity species is reflected in this, and Theodore temporarily put aside his dissatisfaction with his own strength, and witnessed this scene with Ellis, which is said to be a hundred years later.

The two were silent, only Ellis's shallow breath melted into the wind, as if it was whispering in Theodore's ear, making him take another step to the side awkwardly.

——They looked at the lively scene at the bottom of the feet.

It seems to be a festival, and there are many floats parading on the street, and many turkeys are made into a huge turkey platter, which is placed in the middle of the square, with flowers, vegetables and fruits beside it, and many children holding small turkey platters. Small candle lamps are making patterns on the ground.

The adults took pictures of each other with communication devices that they couldn't see clearly, and used technology to freeze this beautiful moment that belonged to the world. Theodore even saw an old man who was blind, and with the help of young people, he successfully received a A huge candle.

You must know that in this day and age, whether it is a blind person or an old person, they are considered worthless people, and it is very difficult to survive, let alone such a beautiful smile.

Neither werewolves nor vampires seem to exist in this world, and people's shadow of heresy has all disappeared.

"Then what will happen to your Holy See?"

"not so good."

Ellis waved his hand, not wanting to bring up the topic, and the two returned to reality.

Although Theodore was not sure whether what Ellis said was true, after some thought, he agreed to the agreement.

——On the condition that the blood race does not kill humans, in exchange for re-entering the world after a hundred years.

While signing the scroll with the power of the contract, Theodore muttered: "If I find out that humans are still at war with us in a hundred years, then I will be the first to hit you."

Ellis propped his jaw and nodded with a smile on his face: "Well, just come."

……

Ellis put on the hood, didn't ask Theodore to send it—the Blood Duke wouldn't have this string, and disappeared into the twilight alone.

He didn't eat all day and only drank a glass of boiled water at Theodore's, but Ellis didn't feel hungry or sleepy at all, and even as night fell, he became more energetic.

On the road, I met colleagues in a hurry, and everyone was anxiously looking for the trace of Father Elena.

After another day of waiting, she still didn't come back. Now everyone realized the seriousness of the problem and searched with great fanfare.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a woman who is 1.6 meters tall, wearing a white priest's robe, and has golden curly hair? Ah...it's Father Ellis!"

The little prodigy who asked around with the missing person notice finished talking, and then raised his head to realize that it was his superior.

Ellis looked a bit embarrassed, the dust all over his body was fine, and there were some water stains on the corners of his clothes. It looked like he had been running around for a long time.

He frowned sadly and said, "Is there no news yet?"

The little disciple shook his head in frustration and said, "I have asked all the people passing by here..."

"May God bless, Father Elena will be fine." Ellis didn't say any more, and the two bid farewell.

Taking advantage of the afterglow temperature in the air, Ellis returned to the room.

His room is located in a relatively remote courtyard of the Holy See, surrounded by colleagues who often travel to the field and servants who are in charge of daily life.

As soon as Alice entered the door, he saw the mirror facing the door. He walked over slowly, stroking the gentle face in the mirror with his fair fingers.

It was this upright and kind appearance that allowed him to become the central figure of the Holy See without paying anything.

People who believe in gods are so superficial, so ridiculous...

The room was empty, and the sound of shallow breathing became the only sound in the entire space. During the breathing, a puff of black air came out of his mouth and went back into his sleeve, and the red light in his eyes became brighter.

In the dark environment, the abnormalities on Ellis' body seemed to be magnified. If someone pushed the door in at this time, they might think that he was bewitched by the devil.

The young priest gently caressed his chest with his hand, curled up his mouth in a way of smiling, exuding strong malice, and the target was himself in the mirror.

"The dead gods are just undead wandering around the world..."

There was a crack in the mirror, like a spider web, cutting from Ellis' entire face at strange angles, which made people feel daunting at first glance.

Tapping the wall with his fingers, he opened a door at an unseen speed.

Without lighting the lamp, he held the book that he never left, and stepped into it step by step.

"Mother……"

There is only one bed in this small basement, and a dim wall lamp glows with dim and soft light, casting a hazy shadow on the priest coming down the stairs.

A basket suddenly appeared in the hands of the young priest, which contained fresh bread, milk and a few fruits. His fingertips inadvertently rubbed against the rough bamboo strips on the basket, and a familiar smile appeared on his face again.

The woman sitting on the bed was wearing a white priest's robe, had extremely brilliant golden curly hair, and had a haggard and melancholy face.

——It was Elena who was looking crazy outside.

Her feet were chained to the bed, and she could only move within a small area.

Hearing this call, Elena raised her head, revealing a face covered in dust and even blood stains on her cheeks.

"Which demon are you? Can't you let Ellis go?" She seemed to be looking at an enemy with a bloody feud. If it wasn't for the chains, she would have rushed to bite him.

A melancholy smile appeared on Ellis's face, and the brown hair brushed past his ears in a familiar arc, "But... I am Ellis."

Elena turned her head and no longer looked directly at this familiar face, "Iris can't do this!"

The young priest put the basket in his hand at the foot of the bed, and took out a handkerchief to wipe Elena's face, but she ruthlessly avoided him.

"Mom...be patient for a few more days, and it will be over soon."

Ellis was not angry either, he put the handkerchief on the basket and sat on the edge of the bed.

Elena turned her head, her eyes were already a little red, she held her robe tightly with trembling hands, with a look of patience: "What exactly do you want?"

"First bring the werewolf who killed my daughter to me, let me finish him in hatred, and then knock me out and lock me up here."

"How serious is the crime of imprisoning colleagues, do you want Ellis to be ruined!"

She still felt that it was the devil who had occupied Ellis' body and made such an unconscionable move.

Ellis raised a smile: "Don't you wonder how I know which werewolf killed your daughter?"

"That little girl named Joanna..."

Eileen gritted her teeth, because her daughter's death really hit her too hard, she had already burned everything about her daughter, and never mentioned her daughter's name to anyone else.

Including his favorite disciple Ellis.

"How do you..."

"I know it all!" Alice interrupted her at a very fast speed, "I not only know who killed your daughter, I also know how he killed it and how many times he stabbed her."

"I know everything..." The priest's face was full of exhaustion and an indescribable sadness, as if he was standing on the opposite side of the whole world, and there was an unbreakable barrier between him and everyone.

He stood up and put the basket next to Elena, and said to her: "I'm sorry for treating you this way, this food is enough for these few days, and someone will come to pick you up in a few days."

"What about you?" Elena stared wide-eyed, watching the boy in gray go up the stairs, "Eris, what are you going to do?!"

"Mom, the gods will leave the stage eventually." Ellis's face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. "It's not so much the gods who give us strength, but the power of human faith."

"Even in dreams, you can exert such great power, why can't you do better in reality?"

"I will end this deformed era."

The tight string broke, and Elena's last sliver of rationality on the surface completely collapsed. She seemed to have returned to the night when she lost her beloved daughter. Endless panic surrounded her, and she was completely pulled into the abyss of despair.

"Do not--"

When Ellis closed the door, he could still hear Elena's desperate cry, but there was no trace of fluctuation on his face, and he walked to the front of the closet like a puppet.

The portrait of the divine master on the wall fell to the ground automatically without wind. Ellis slashed his arm, and blood rushed out, soaking the entire portrait.

I saw that the imaginary god in the portrait changed into a strange symbol, exuding a strong ominous atmosphere, which made ordinary people subconsciously feel sick when they saw it. The maliciousness revealed in the painting And coercion, will become the nightmare of ordinary people's life.

Ellis showed an exaggerated smile, and the frantic eyes made people shudder.

"My great lord, the master of dreams, you are everywhere!"

"Since that's the case, why do we need other gods?"