murder poppy

The vampires in the basement are all dressing up for today's banquet. They have been humbled by the vampires for so many years, and finally waited for the dawn.There was an eerie joy in the dark, dank corridor, like a festered monster who had found a treasure, joyful and ugly.

They moved gigantic seats, tall candelabrums, and banquet halls more splendid than celebratory dinners of human royalty.

The basement was noisy, and there were bats flying by all around. Some blood races would point to them and brag to the slaves around them, saying that they were the messengers of the gods and were busy for the banquet.

Several well-known family representatives huddled together in a small corridor. In front of them, the formation flashed and shone, but the blue-faced long-toothed, majestic bat could not be seen.

Among the blood clans, there are very few big families that are as poor as the Brandy family, and Lawrence is another rare one.One of them fell because of greed and arrogance, and the other disappeared because of lust and indulgence.

Therefore, after Brandy was tried as a traitor, there were not many families left who could really speak in the blood clan.

These families had a lot of complaints because of Derek's perverseness and violence. Under Brandy's inducement, they twisted into a not-so-strong rope.As soon as Brandy died, the wall fell and everyone pushed, and the weeds fled in all directions, and now they came to wag their tails at the new owner.

Derek's pet is as surly as his master, and the blood clans of the Mandala Guild have suffered a lot from it, but at this time they are uneasy because they can't see a nasty bat.

The formation flickered for a long time and went dark, which represented rejection.

The small corridor was gloomy and silent, and even the vampires who were used to the darkness were a little apprehensive.

They wandered in the corridor, disturbing the already silent air.

"Or, let's go back first." A blood race said cautiously, and immediately gained countless approvals.

This small corridor is not only the place where the invaders died, but also the torture chamber engraved in the memory of this group of vampires.In the end, Derek is not a monarch to follow at all, but a wolf who lures hyenas with raw meat. Hyenas will surrender because of timidity, but they will not spend their heart to explore the life of wolves.

The blood races left one after another, and the lonely formation was hidden into the wall, and after a while it was burned as if it was ignited. The flames fluttered lightly, devouring the formation bit by bit, leaving only a clean and pale wall.

The banquet officially begins at moonrise.

The piano music floated leisurely in the various corridors. Countless blood races in the banquet hall put on masks and slaves, danced to the piano music, and the servants shuttled among them carrying high-quality red wine.

The venue was full of laughter, and everyone's eyes were more or less full of joy and ferocity, like a wild beast showing its claws when it sees its prey.

They stayed away from the ethnic group, hiding in the abandoned monastery on the edge of the jungle, for today.

The arrogance of the blood race made them unwilling to admit defeat. They raised funds for the monastery to repair, built luxurious houses, hung exquisite installations, and regarded the basement as a temple where believers gathered, deluding themselves into believing that this was another Garden of Eden.

The status and power that Derek promised finally had some hope today, and the ambition that had been suppressed for a long time was flourishing, as if it was not Derek who was going to be the prince, but everyone present.

The clock hanging in the very center of the venue "ticked", "ticked", and every time it hit the heartstrings.

At the last minute of the hour, no one danced, no one greeted, and the soothing piano music suddenly became passionate, resounding throughout the hall.

The high platform rises in the eyes of everyone, and the moonlight shines through the glass windows, sending light to today's winners.

The banquet was silent, and the piano music stopped abruptly.

"...Why, why is it empty!"

"Where's Prince Derek?"

The commotion spread among the blood clans. Amidst the noise, a few dull footsteps approached quietly through the thick door panel.

"Come, come!" The blood race near the wall heard the abnormality and shouted excitedly.

The blood race occupying the central position suddenly sank down.

Derek is a conceited vampire who pays attention to rituals and etiquette. All behaviors that attract attention need to be carefully planned and arranged, including eyesight, tone of voice, movements, not to mention the way of appearance.

The person outside the door must not be Derek who won the throne of prince today.

"Boom—"

The banquet door was pushed open from the outside, and the face of the admiring blood clan at the door froze instantly.

What they greeted wasn't Derek at all, but a team of fully equipped hunters. Behind the group of hunters holding silver guns was a vampire with a gray-black hairball on his shoulder.

Vijorel was accompanied by only a few people with different costumes and expressions. Compared with the uniform hunter "army" in front of him, they were a bit lazy, but they were enough to scare the blood race present.

The Blood Emperor Vijorel has two absolute supporters, each in charge of a large family. In the turbulent era, they supported Vijorel to ascend the throne with their absolute blood and strength and then escaped from the world.

All the blood races knew that beside the blood emperor were two gods of death with sickles, and each of them was comparable to an entire human army.Except for the high-ranking vampires, no one knows their faces, because they are the silver guns pointed at the traitors in the blood emperor's hand.

If the swords and guns from hunters can still defend, then the hunting from high-level blood clans is an inescapable net.

The gorgeous banquet was broken for a while, people and bats fled around, shed blood in the middle, and turned into a corpse that could not scream in panic.

Vijorel slowly missed one killing after another, his boots stepped on the marble floor, the sound of "tap-" and "tap--" was like the singing of death.

Under no one's attention, the empty high platform was occupied, and a figure stepped out from the darkness, and the moonlight fell, illuminating his drooping eyebrows and eyes.

The crutch fell to the ground, and some blood clansmen saw their legs crossed in a panic, and watched the slaughtering king boredly with their chin propped up. They suddenly bent their knees, and then their heads were chopped off by a gust of cold wind.

Some scolded, some begged for mercy, some cried.

Vijorel watched coldly on the high platform, the hair balls on his shoulders flew up with a "huh", and his high-pitched voice became cold and deep.

"Derek, the blood traitor, despised the masquerade principle, attempted to kill the king, and was sentenced to death according to the family rules. All the families involved in the Mandala Guild were thoroughly investigated, and all blood clans who wanted to violate the masquerade principle were all expelled. The blood clan present—"

"All... put to death."

Mao Tuan Mung Bean's bigger eyes looked at everyone in the hall, his fluffy body floated in the air with an inviolable aura.

Its voice accurately reached the ears of every vampire, arousing their instinctive fear.

There are not only vampires in the banquet, but also vampires and servants. The easiest way to distinguish is to judge based on whether they are wearing masks.The cunning blood race can naturally think of this. In the hall at the moment, it symbolizes shame, and the conquered mask has become a gold medal for avoiding death.The blood slaves who lost their cover were roughly pushed away, and the blood clansmen were busy covering their faces and pretending to be weak.

The scene was chaotic, and the hunter lost his judgment, so he only guarded the door to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.

From the very beginning, the banquet was a hunting ground that belonged only to vampires.

High-level vampires are extremely sensitive to smells, and they can tell the bloodline level of a vampire through a little mixed smell.

And most importantly, mood and quality.

Vampires have a greedy aura that cannot be concealed. The hypocritical self-esteem and cowardice that cannot resist desire are the nature imprinted in the bones. They are smarter than beasts and more gorgeous than humans.Like a sachet hanging by the corpse, decorated with gold thread gems, rotten and sweet.

Every vampire who tries to escape or hide will be greeted with a gust of cold wind, some piercing the heart, and some passing across the neck.

The suppression of blood caused them to look down on the weapons used to kill themselves, unable to distinguish the face of the executioner, and even only able to capture a short bat fluff that couldn't be shorter.

The smell of blood became more and more intense, and the corpses were piled up in the banquet hall. The flowing blood was like a stream representing sin, congealed and dried up on the ground.

Vijorel remained motionless, admiring and mourning.

Everyone knows that the current blood emperor is a lazy king, he is not good at fighting, not good at lust, not good at killing.All the labels of the blood race cannot be hung on him. He is like a monk with fangs and red eyes glued on. Only occasionally, a cold monk will hold up a torch that is enough to burn the forest.

The screams became less and less, and the breathing of the hunters occupied the hall after the grand "music" exited.

Vijorel opened his eyes, and the little bat fell back on his shoulder. He is the king here, but at the moment there is only a piece of dead bone kneeling down.

"Have you played enough?" Vijorel asked.

Two gusts of cold wind blew past my ears, and there were a few more people wearing masks on the high platform.

The mask was stained with blood, tick-tock polluting the high platform.

"Hmm." The deep male voice answered Vijorel.

"It's quite enjoyable, it can't compare to the time of the big battle." A frivolous voice interrupted the other party, expressing his satisfaction reluctantly.

The rest of the people, led by them, didn't say a word, but there was more or less a little bit of contentment on the corners of their mouths.

Killing is fascinating, and vampires especially.

A row of overwhelmed and terrified blood slaves and servants hid at the edge of the hall, not daring to raise their heads at all.

"What should they do? Is there any way for Andre's little lover to deal with it? We blood race don't like to collect junk." The frivolous voice shouted.

"Andre said he's not a lover, haven't you been beaten enough by him?" said a deep male voice.

The man wearing the fox mask glared at the person beside him, met Vijorel's indifferent eyes, and immediately stopped talking.

If Andre really came over, these two bastards would definitely just applaud.

"Humans belong to you, we take the blood race away, no objection?" Vijorel looked at the hunter at the door and said.

The leader hunter nodded in agreement.

A grand banquet came to an end, and those who once reveled and sang were silent in a pool of blood, buried with their sins in the library on the edge of the jungle.