murder poppy

The rainy season in Vessenor is cold and dark.The dark clouds were thick and thick, blocking the sky, and the heavy clouds could not let much sunlight fall.

The bright white exterior walls of the building become gloomy in the shadows, and the continuous rain falls like the drums of wild beasts.The streets were empty, and the heavy rain made the canopy useless, so they could only be placed on both sides of the road as a useless barrier in front of the wooden gate.

The umbrella quickly bends in the wind, the ribs bend, and the umbrella surface shakes with the wind and rain.

Even the patrolling priests and hunters are reluctant to go out in such a ghostly weather.

Lyons closed the umbrella and hung it on his waist, covering the silver gun with it to prevent the barrel from getting wet.

The churches under the rain curtain were lit with sporadic lights, and the rain fell from the towering crosses on several churches, as if something had descended here.

"Because of the weather, all services are suspended." The guarding priest opened the door and said to the drenched Lyons.

Lioness rubbed his face and wiped the rainwater off his face and hair: "I'm here to find the priest, please tell him that Detective Inspector Ryans is here to talk about the topic we talked about a few days ago."

The two priests looked at each other and said, "The priest is not in the church. He went to the royal family this morning to pray for His Majesty Bernal."

"Bernar?" Lioness frowned, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"Nothing, just daily prayers." The priest said, "The church is closed today, please go back."

"Wait a moment." Lyons clasped the door with his fingers, leaned close to the priest's hand, and pressed against the closed door.

Because of the rain, the back of Lions' hands was cold and wet, and through a layer of rain, his skin felt the coldness after being wet.

Lyons raised his head and looked at the priest who was trying to close the door.

Because of the lack of light, the priest's face looked a little pale, his body was tightly wrapped in the priest's robe, and only the back of his hands were exposed.

"Hunters who have experienced great battles always have a wonderful intuition about the blood race." Lyons said.

"What?" His murmur was covered by the sound of rain, and the two priests frowned, looking a little impatient.

Lyons drew out the dagger with his free left hand, and it got stuck between the cracks in the door. With his right hand, he raised the dagger upwards.There was a piercing sound as the metal scraped against the edge, followed by chopping like soft flesh.

"what!!"

The moment the silver dagger touched the skin, a few fires flashed in the dark and rainy day, and the pungent smell of burnt flesh permeated the air.

The priest held his right hand and stepped back, and his companions rushed over to close the door immediately upon seeing this.

Lyons squeezed his knees into the door, the silver gun was drawn out in his right hand and raised, his wrist was flipped, and the butt of the gun happened to be caught between the open fangs of another priest.

"If you want to pretend to be a priest, you have to learn how to put your fangs away." Lyons said coldly, and he flicked the butt of the gun away from the teeth, breaking all the fangs.

A strong wind came from behind with a roar, Lyons bent down, swept his right foot back, and at the same time, the dagger spun around his fingertips, and the tip of the knife slashed backwards.

The roar stopped abruptly, and the blood flowed out, flowing down the dagger and onto Lioness' right hand.

The dagger remained stuck in the neck.Ordinary trauma cannot kill a vampire at all, and the vampire will not die if the head is not severed.

Lyons stood up abruptly and kicked out the vampire whose fangs had been broken. With his bent arm, he pulled hard, and the sharp dagger cut off the joint of the bones at a clever angle, leaving behind a complete head.

When the other vampire stood up, the silver dagger was already stuck in its throat.

"The real reason for the church's rest." Lyons locked the vampire's head tightly, lowered his eyes and looked close to the pair of red pupils.

"I...I don't know." The priest swallowed and answered cautiously.

"You know." Lyons said, "The inferior vampires can't hide from the hunter's eyes. Or do you want this dagger to separate the head from the body little by little from your throat? I have done this countless times, never It will make you lose a drop of blood, or die prematurely."

"Evil...the devil." The priest closed his eyes and said, "Your Majesty Bernal, His Majesty Bernal requested it!"

"You just said that Roy went to the royal family to pray for Bernal." Lyons pressed the dagger down, pierced his neck, and a few drops of blood flowed out.

"Yes, I didn't lie! The priest has already gone. In the afternoon, His Majesty suddenly appeared at the church and said that there is an important matter to use the cathedral. In addition to the weather, the church was closed."

"Are you a priest, or a soldier beside Bernal?"

"Father, I have always been on duty at the church."

"You participated in the transformation experiment?"

The priest nodded.

Lyons used a silver gun to pry open the priest's robe, and between the collarbone and the shoulder blades, a spine bone-like tattoo was branded on the skin.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Father." Lyons said, while the priest heaved a sigh of relief, the dagger pierced the throat neatly, swept it horizontally, and chopped off the head.

There was no sound in the church, only the impetuous rainstorm and strong wind.

Maybe what the priest said was only what Gavin's puppetry required him to say, maybe the puppetry only required him to guard the church.Either way, it means that the church on this rainy night is a trap entwined with thorns.

The route leading to the cathedral is paved with a whole piece of marble, surrounded by sculptures with amiable or solemn expressions, gods worshiped by believers, angels with wings spread, and the Virgin Mary holding a baby son of God.

Sacred sculptures darken in the overcast rain.

Lions counted the weapons on his body, two ten-loaded magazines, a silver gun, and a dagger.And a bottle of holy water.

From the day Bernal IV attempted to become a blood clan, the Church lost its role as a patron.Even though he was not a devout believer like Roy, Lyons knew that the pure aura of the church had weakened.

The hunter's intuition made him smell blood, greed, and wildness.That's the smell of vampires.

Lyons stepped lightly, held his breath, and loaded the silver gun.

Strange aura came from all directions, and more than one transformed vampire gathered here.Clumsy, salivating and panting for food.The human behavior that remains in the body reveals their whereabouts.

Lyons glanced at the statue of the Madonna cradling a baby.

A bolt of lightning fell, elongating the shadow of the sculpture, and at the same time reflected a redundant figure under the baby's head.

"呲-"

The dagger was raised in time to thrust out, getting stuck between the bone and the muscle.Amidst the burning sound, Lyons raised his head back, avoiding the vampire's fangs, stepped on the opponent's chest with both feet and struggled back, and the dagger stabbed upwards from between the bones of the arm, cutting open the mouth and head.

The blood sprayed out, the amount of bleeding was pitifully small, the cold blood only covered the dagger, and a small part splashed on the boot.

Relying on inertia to retreat, Lions could have drawn out his pistol and fired bullets backwards, and the roar suddenly sounded.

Killing is like a signal.

Lions' heartbeat accelerated, and blood flowed at a high speed to support the needs of reaction and strength.

"Meeting so many vampires in the church." Lyons sneered, "It will feel like the end of the world."

Most of these vampires are dominated by the desire to eat.Power and responsiveness are inferior, but superior in numbers.

Lyons dropped the empty magazine, panted after the short body and the sculpture.

The marble floor was covered with blood and burnt corpses, their dilated pupils were blood red, their fangs pierced their mouths and lips, and were greedily exposed.

Lioness wiped the dagger and checked the clip.

Rain has not listened.

The sound of rain hinders hearing, and the humid air clings to the skin, interfering with perception.

The feeling of being stared at suddenly came, and Lyons clenched the dagger tightly, and a cool breeze hit the back of his neck.

"caught you."

There was no room to dodge, Lioness gritted his teeth and deflected to the right, exposing his left arm.

The sharp claws pierced through the clothes, leaving deep scratches.

The pain didn't affect his sanity. Reins raised his silver gun, pointed at the vampire lying on the sculpture, and raised the corner of his mouth: "I got you."

"boom!"

The bullet accurately sank into the center of the eyebrows, and screams of burning skin and desperate cries in the face of death rang out.

In the corridor where blood race corpses were scattered, the warm smell of human blood finally permeated.Lyons simply bandaged his left arm, and looked solemnly at the regrouped vampires.

These blood races are sensitive and conscious.

Lyons fired the last bullet, hitting a vampire between the eyebrows, and at the same time felt a stabbing pain in his back.The dagger flips back and the body rolls forward.

The desperate desire to survive made his eyes scarlet.

The smell of blood on his body teased his nerves.Stranger than he'd ever smelled on any battlefield.

Hotter and cleaner.

It reveals the breath of glycol.

Lyons stood up, and was thrown down by the vampire who rushed from the side. His powerful claws pressed his head and shoulders, exposing the most delicious neck.

When he was on the verge of death, his perception became sharper, and Lyons felt something agitating, and the dagger in his hand became as hot as hot iron.

The fangs were close to the skin, and the tip brought a slight tingling sensation. Reins' pupils shrunk slightly, and his right arm pierced up with the sharp claws. The space left was enough for the arm to bend to the angle to hold the vampire's head.

"Crack-"

The fangs left a long gash on the neck, and the head was turned at an impossible angle.

Lions let go of his hand, the feeling of twisting his neck still remained in his palm, the pierced right arm felt no pain, and the wound was healing quickly.

He licked his lips, and the strong smell of blood around him made him excited, and then he was covered by the severe pain in his heart.

"Uh—" Lyons half-bent down, his expression distorted by the pain.He felt that his body temperature was passing, his blood was stagnating, and his heart, which was excited by the battle, was also becoming sluggish.

The wet and cold rain no longer disgusted him, the darkness became a welcome.

"Step-step-"

Footsteps came from a distance.

Reins narrowed his eyes and saw Bernal IV who lowered his head and looked at him lovingly.

"Welcome back, my child." Bernal said, picking up the dagger that fell aside, and gently scratched his left wrist.After waiting for a long time, a few drops of blood flowed out.

Bernal brought his wrist to Lions' lips: "You must be very hungry, Lions."