murder poppy

On the third day after returning to the castle, the dense forest ushered in a group of special guests.

The rain disrupted the scent trails, and humans, plants and animals were mixed together, and even blood races needed a lot of energy to barely distinguish one or two.

But this time, there were a large number of visitors, and they were blatant. The smell of gunpowder and humans spread from the entrance of the dense forest and penetrated into the nostrils of the vampires.

Not only Andre and Dai Zhu, but also Lions, who hadn't adapted to the new identity, also sensed something strange.

"Gavin?" Andre asked.

"It's possible." Lioness nodded, and pulled out a leather bag from under the sofa in the hall.When the dark brown leather bag is opened, it is a silver light.

"Lines? You'd better..." Andre reminded as he watched the hunter skillfully assemble the gun, load the ammunition, and... sharpen the dagger.

"Hiss—" Andre was interrupted by a low whimper and anxiety.

The dagger fell aside, and the silver bullets were scattered all over the place.Lyons looked at the palm of his right hand, then turned his head.

Andre, who received the hunter's gaze, shrugged his shoulders and took a long sword inlaid with gems from the closet: "There should be some new attempts in the new identity."

The long sword is heavy and dull, because it is used as an ornament and has not even been sharpened.

Lions looked at the sharp dagger that had fallen aside and then at the flashy long sword in Andre's hand, and asked, "What do blood races usually use?"

"Claws," Dai Zhu raised his hands, pointing to the exposed teeth, "and fangs."

"Daggers are far less suitable for us than these things." Dai Zhu said, "Our speed is fast enough, and our claws are sharp enough. It is worse than any knife point. Frontal attacks are always inferior to piercing the neck from the back."

Dai Zhu made a grasping movement.

"Your claws look like they haven't been used in hundreds of years," Lyons said.

Dai Zhu spread his hands: "After all, most of our attacks on humans are for predation, and fangs are more practical."

"There is a short sword in the attic." Andre said, "but when you realize your speed and strength, you will find that the weapon is far less useful than your own body."

Lyons stretched out his hand, his nails were still round, and the palm of his hand was full of calluses from holding the weapon: "It seems that I can't use my body well for the time being."

The air humidity in the dense forest during the rainy season is extremely high, which will make people feel tightness in the chest, nasal cavity, mouth, and pores.All the organs used for breathing feel oppressed and stuffy.And this is an excellent hunting ground for vampires.

Although the non-stop rain disrupted their sense of smell, their eyes still worked.

The group of visitors moved forward in the dense forest at a certain speed. Although they were slow and hesitant, they were indeed heading in the direction of the castle.

"Hunter?" Dai Zhu stopped on a branch, and the branch swayed with the bats along with the heavy rain.

Lyons squatted among the bushes, glanced at Dai Zhu who was about to shake out of the corner of his eye, and asked, "Aren't you dizzy?"

"Honestly, a little bit." The bat let go of its claws and landed on Lyons' shoulder from between the branches: "It seems that it's not just the hunters, I smell the same kind. The rain will interfere with the sense of smell, but I think there are indeed blood among them. "

"To be precise, there is also the priest." Andre took the bat's nape and threw it to the side bushes, and threw out the spider that climbed onto Lyons' shoulder from its fingertips along the way.

Dai Zhu barely landed on the ground, and a hairy-legged spider rushed towards him, splashing rainwater and mud on his face.

The little bat flapped its wings to drive the spider away, and sat on the ground with the water running over his hind legs.

"Boring," Dai Zhu whispered.

"According to the clothes, there are hunters, soldiers and priests in this team." Andre said, "But if you put aside the clothes, they all have the breath of blood."

"The transformed blood race." As the team approached, Lyons also smelled the faint scent of the same race.

Lions spun the dagger and lowered his body.When one of the vampires dressed as priests touched the bush where they were, his body jumped out suddenly, and the tip of the knife quickly scratched his neck and cut open his trachea.

The agility of his body made him still a little dazed after killing the blood race.

The others who walked with the priest quickly realized that something was wrong, and they could distinguish the smell of blood from the rainy day.They quickly formed a circle and looked around warily.

One of them was obviously inexperienced and had a slightly inferior bloodline.He looked around nervously, gripping the shotgun tightly because of the wind and grass.

There was a sound in the bushes, "Bang!"

"It's too slow, didn't your father teach you how to hunt?" The playful and soft voice rang in his ears, like the murmur of death.

The blood race turned his head in horror, but his throat was already speechless.

Dai Zhu withdrew his hand, some blood remained on his fingertips.

At the same time, the surrounding vampires continued to have their throats cut or their necks broken.Rain and thick fog are the best barriers to hide monsters.

Andre flicked his fingers and wiped off the stained blood with the handkerchief he carried with him.

"Andre!"

Lyons' exclamation was accompanied by a gust of cold wind, and Andre caught a glimpse of a hunter behind him holding a silver blade and rushing towards him from the corner of his eye, followed by a more mellow blood breath.

"boom!"

The protruding vampire's chest was soaked in blood, and he lay down straight.

Andre turned around, and a stubble-packed rough hunter put down his gun and raised his gun at him: "Shotgun, silver bullets. It's very effective against this group of monsters."

Andre narrowed his eyes, looked at the hunter, and then asked, "Samus?"

"As expected of a blood race. Pretending is always useless." Samus said, "Besides me, there is another one."

He kicked away the corpses deposited on the ground, and pulled out a tall and thin priest. After checking that he was fine, he turned to look at Dai Zhu provocatively: "You almost killed the priest, this noble Mr. Vampire."

Dai Zhu didn't take it seriously, and stretched out his hand to pull Samus' beard. The prickly touch surprised him: "Isn't it a fantasy?"

"Crack!" Samus flipped Dai Zhu on, "Human beings always have a little bit of human tricks."

"How do you know this place, what are you doing in the dense forest?" Lyons asked.

"It's not that we know." Roy woke up from the "faint", "It's the Pope who knows."

There was a small puddle of water at the entrance of the castle, and the damp and dark environment made Roy feel uneasy, not to mention that there were two vampires registered by the church squatting in the room.

Lyons had been wiping the dagger since he entered the door. He threw down the blood-stained cloth and asked, "The Pope ordered you to tell me where Andre is."

"Because the church needs you, it was Bernal IV who kidnapped Andre, so we will give you a favor." Roy said, "Perfect explanation. But now, Bernal IV is dead."

"What exactly happened?" Lynes asked.

"Under the watchful eyes of everyone, you wounded the hunter and the priest, broke into the bedroom and assassinated Bernal IV, and then escaped from the palace." Roy said, "Now you are wanted as a heretic for assassinating the Son of God. Lyons, you now He is the sinner of Wiesenor."

Lyons raised the corner of his mouth mockingly: "In Gavin Meredith's religion, I am indeed a heretic."

"Gavin Meredith?" Roy frowned, confused by the strange name.

"It's the current Pope." Lyons said, "You come to us, it means you don't trust him."

Roy was silent for a long time, and said, "He is not the kind of person that God loves."

"Gavin is arousing the anger of human beings against the blood race. In addition to Bernal IV, he also showed the corpses of several priests whose throats were cut." Samus said, "Gavin wants to declare war like the blood race."

"Samus said he coveted my body." Roy looked at Lions.

Lyons: "And you don't dedicate yourself to someone God doesn't like."

"indeed so."

"No matter who he is, the Pope knows where Andre is, and he gave us a general direction to find this dense forest." Roy said, "He is preparing for a war with the blood race, and countless transformants have been killed. Manufacture. Those believers are fanatical, loyal, and give up their bodies for their homeland."

"It's a pity that the one standing in the temple is not the god they worship at all." Roy paused for a moment, then looked at Lions, "Among the believers, there is a traitor who killed Jesus. Could it be you? Lions."

"That's not Jesus, Roy." Lioness patted Roy on the shoulder.

****

Recently, the atmosphere in the main city of Wesennuoer has been very depressing.

The death of Bernal IV marked the first provocation of the blood family. At the Pope's proposal, Bernal's body will be cremated after mourning.

The church was full of nobles and believers.These people control most of the power in Vesenor, some are members of the royal family, and some are high-ranking members of the church.

The pope read the scriptures, announced the achievements of Bernal IV, and then prayed in regret and sorrow.

As a priest, Roy had to watch the ceremony from the sidelines. He closed his eyes and prayed devoutly with all the believers.

Cremation after the funeral is done by the Church.

Roy stood for a long time in the cathedral where the guests left, until some believers came to inquire.

"I will see off His Majesty," Roy said.

"How can such a thing be troublesome..."

"He is a child of God, and God's will directed me to do this."

The believer nodded and made a sign of the cross on his chest.

The cremation was carried out behind the prayer hall on the upper level of the church, where white candles were burning, and the dim lights were soft and warm, as if returning to the embrace of God.

Roy lit the flame and watched Bernal IV in the rising heat.

The corpse wasn't fresh, and the amount of blood loss didn't look like a throat had been cut.Reality is at odds with rhetoric, and lies are being spread in hallowed halls.

Roy watched Bernal IV's body turn into a pile of ashes, as if witnessing something.

Then, in the smoky, stuffy room, he took out a carefully folded note from his pocket.

Lions tucks in the note as he taps him on the shoulder.

There was no text on the note, only a simple ring was drawn.