The blood clan boss was sucked blood by the opponent's light god

"What are you going to do?" The tree of life's voice sounded in my ears, and I didn't expect it to have a moment of panic.

"What else can I do? Of course it's to cut those disgusting things!"

The vampire swung the sickle, which was much taller than others, and slashed down hard. In an instant, the whirling storm whizzed and chased those black lines. Immediately, a large black line, like a frightened group of snakes, rushed towards the Flee and retreat around.

"You can't do this, you can't defeat them at all. These black lines must be purified and eliminated, otherwise the balance of the world will be broken."

"Don't you keep talking about the world, can you do things? How will you know many things if you don't try them!"

"I never lie, I tell the truth. They are not enemies, so they cannot be defeated."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, I can't turn a blind eye to this matter when it happens in front of me!" The vampire, like a light and nimble butterfly, rushed into the overwhelming black spider web alone.But seeing the heart-shattering, dirty and pitch-black, it was like a violent monsoon suddenly falling, and the silver lightning kept flickering and wandering, as if determined to smash all the darkness, and then disappeared into the sky.

"Please give up quickly." The tree of life's voice kept echoing in my ears, pretending to be earnest. "That's the manifestation of the evil in the world, neither you nor that child can do anything to them."

The vampire spat out a mouthful of blood viciously.Just being surrounded by black lines, he was suffering a punishment that was a hundred times harsher than that of the owl.The disgusting feeling that penetrated into the soul swelled and multiplied from the inside, and then drilled out from every pore, sharp, vicious, and sticky, and even the five senses had to be sealed layer by layer.

"That guy... can he hear the voice of his deity now?"

"Of course." The Tree of Life did not hesitate, "As long as it is your voice, he will hear it no matter where it is."

The huge scythe radiated a cold light, crazily cutting through the undulating and pulsating sea of ​​evil. Countless silver and white lightnings shuttled through it, flickering and extinguishing, and the piercing and short friction sound continued to explode.If this is a real battlefield, or those black threads are real enemies, the final chapter must end with a vampire victory.

However, as the tree of life said, the black line is not an enemy and cannot be defeated.Moreover, the black line is a necessary and sufficient condition for equilibrium.The current world maintains its operation based on balance, and the balance comes from the purification of the black thread by the God of Light as the successor of the White God. Therefore, if the black thread is eliminated, everything related to it will collapse.

However, fighting in vain is the only thing he can do at present.

——This power is a unique blessing, you must use it well.

—and then, one day, we shall be blessed, and the hideous fate that has bound us hitherto shall cease to exist, and neither I nor you shall be saved.

He seemed to hear the man in the cocoon forest whispering in his ears, it was the fragments of voices surging up from the depths of his memory, vague, blunt, so gentle that it was almost lingering.

The sickle swung down again.

The dense black lines receded one after another, and what was clearly projected in the field of vision was the figure of the God of Light sitting upright.He was still dressed in a snow-clean pure white robe, and his black hair, which was more pure and deep, was neatly scattered on it. This kind of extreme contrast made it impossible to feel the will to be an intellectual life in his body.

Then, the vampire saw that the God of Light slowly opened his closed eyes, and looked at him with those empty molten gold pupils. He was shocked, touched, and deeply scolded.

At this time, the tree of life spoke again: "I forgot to tell you, in the process of fighting the black line, your own soul strength is constantly being consumed. Even if the time here does not flow, you will be wiped out. So, give up as soon as possible. Don't let that child see such a cruel picture."

Can this damn firewood stick hope for a little better for himself!

At the moment of distraction, the vampire felt a chill run down his back, and rushed past the premonition of danger.It was like the piercing cold wind was suddenly poured into the collar of the back collar that had leaked out in the cold moon, and the dull pain from head to toe went to the bone marrow all over the body.

The vampire also knew exactly what had happened the moment he saw the shocking expression of the God of Light.The next moment, he was hit by a bunch of black threads and fell heavily to the ground.The black thread was like a mass of dank leeches, quickly penetrated into his texture, and disappeared deep into his soul.

nausea.Disgusting.The soul, which was already on the verge of being torn apart, began to be in severe pain. The body was intact, but inside it seemed to be pulled back and forth by a big saw, and he was about to go crazy in pain.

Yes, just like this, the pain was almost unbearable, but that god endured almost eternal pain that was far more intense.Why would that guy accept such an unreasonable fate?Why... that guy can't leave this drab cage?

Even the consciousness is gradually receding, the vampire's eyelids are so heavy that he can't help but want to close them.However, he has not yet brought out the God of Light, and has not rescued him from this torment.Even, he thought, what if the world collapses because of this?At least it will free the guy from his never-ending torment.

"Hurry up and get out." The God of Light moved his thin lips and blew out a weak breath, which was his limit.Although it was only one step away, the vampire couldn't hear clearly. His hearing and eyesight were declining sharply. The whole portrait was tightly wrapped in a dirty cocoon, and it was extremely difficult to move forward even an inch.

The tree of life is right, the tree of life really did not lie.The black line is not an enemy, and fighting against the black line is equivalent to making an enemy of the whole world.

"Wow—"

The huge scythe that supported the vampire to barely stand collapsed into flying butterflies, all of which were scattered into dots of silver light.Corroded by the black thread, his magic circuit was unable to function. The inexhaustible and inexhaustible magic power he was proud of before was nothing compared to the manifestation of evil in the world.For the first time, the invincible fierce sadist fell, to be precise, in a kneeling posture.Even when he was pierced by thousands of arrows in the Battle of Ghost Death, he never showed such a distressed appearance.

"Why don't you listen to my advice?" The tree of life's voice sounded just right, "You will break that child's heart again."

The vampire's silver eyelashes were covered with blood from the eyes, trembling heavily, "Again...?"

"The moment I saw you activate the self-destruct magic, that child's heart was already broken. The star watcher had to watch the stars fall. Even I couldn't help but shed tears for him." The tree choked up exaggeratedly, "Now, you are going to die tragically in front of him again, wouldn't you crush his heart again? Alas, you really deserve to be a torturer, even God's heart can be crushed by you!" off."

The vampire's ears were almost deaf, and could only pick up a few sporadic faint sounds.

God's heart cannot be broken...again.he thinks.

This idea is like a stone thrown into the lake, and it arouses a sour and soft echo in the chest.In the chaotic stupor, the vampire realized that someone was talking to him. The voice was extremely familiar and gentle, as if it came from the most intimate existence under the heavens.

"Don't be afraid, my sweet little vampire."

"As long as you want, you can definitely take your god out."

The vampire felt a pair of slender and soft arms gently hugging him, like a drop of water melting into another, without any strange feeling.

Those black lines seemed to sense something, and retreated back with a hiss.The vampire stood up unsteadily, and slowly opened his eyes.

The blood-colored pupils returned to azure blue.

He pursed the corners of his lips, gave an elegant and leisurely smile, then raised his hand, like randomly picking flowers while walking in the courtyard, gently pinched a bunch of black threads, flexed his knuckles——

Disappeared.

Without a trace.

He continued to walk towards those black lines, his steps were light and slow, he seemed to only take two or three steps, but he shifted several directions in an instant, like an erratic ghost.Wherever he passed, the black lines disappeared one after another, and his face was always filled with a pleasant and shallow perfect smile, as if he was enjoying this kind of condescending game.

Such a vampire is very strange.

Moreover, unlike the purification process that the God of Light can see, he is more like "eating" those black threads, as if hiding a bottomless black hole, regardless of 21, just absorb them all.

But after a while, those black lines disappeared completely, and there was another clear night with stars and moon shining in front of us.

The God of Light still sat there, motionless.He seemed to be happy, but on his handsome face covered by the shadow of black hair, there was no trace of joy at all, only unbelievable despair and heavy sadness.

"Why is that?" he murmured.

As if in response to his confusion, the vampire in the distance walked in the dark silhouette and suddenly stopped. He seemed to have finished the last chapter of the dance music, his toes rolled gracefully on the ground, and then fell down without a sound. .

Where is this deity?Why is it so warm and so fragrant?

The vampire sinking into the dream has no thoughts for the time being, only this persistent question.He tried his best to open his eyelids that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and in a daze through the chaotic light spots that jumped and pulled, he checked the beautiful eyes that were looking at him intently.

Seeing him wake up, the God of Light gradually folded his arms unconsciously, as if trying to crush this hard-won treasure in his arms with care and force.

Hmm... the vampire closed his eyes again.It turned out to be that guy...

etc!That guy...wouldn't be hugging the deity right? !

The vampire's eyeballs quivered wildly.

God, really!

He was being held tightly in the arms of the God of Light, and his slender and strong arms tightly embraced him, covering his whole body in the heat of ironing.

What kind of situation is this?

The vampire's face turned red.