[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob, coquettish and scumbag

Mammon was forced to kneel under the tall sculpture, and the candles on the altar burned silently, and the fire light dyed the white rose next to it a light yellow.

The bell of the church rang, and the white dove fluttered its wings and flew into the distance. The cleaning maid looked into the church, as if she was worried about the Holy Son she believed in.

"Mammon."

The aged pope, followed by four silent cardinals, tried him on the basis of the events of the previous night.

In the maid's tray were two silver spikes.

The knight who should have held a sword now held a delicate hammer in his hand.

"Holy Son, don't you have anything to explain about what happened last night?"

Archbishop Henry was the first among all the bishops to turn against Mammon, and he was also the one who was most loyal to Mammon. Seeing that the Pope was about to execute Mammon, it was hard for him to explain why he did not defend Mammon.

Mammon knelt straight, her stubborn eyes stared straight at the supreme Pope in front of her.

Power, this is endless power, the pope is always high, he can give him glory, he can give him the death penalty, he can be praised in the sky, or he can be trampled into the mud.

Someone pulled back his coat, and something pressed against his shoulder blades like an ice pick. Mammon clenched her teeth, looked away from the Pope's face and raised her head to look at the tall icon.

"Execution."

The dull sound of silver hitting meat.

Mammon was almost hammered and knelt down on the ground. He clenched his teeth so that he would not make any cry of pain. He squeezed the fingers hanging on both sides tightly, and cold sweat due to the pain began to break out from his pale forehead.

Every nerve of Mammon felt the pain in his back very clearly, and the desire in his heart continued to rise.

Two pillars of blood flowed down from his back and formed a puddle of blood on the ground.

The knight ruthlessly nailed the long nails to the back of the Son who was still so high and unattainable yesterday, a little blood splashed on his palm, and finally dripped to the ground.

Each knocking sound ushered in more and more heart-pounding pain. Mamen felt that the time had passed so long that he could look back on his life under the knocking sound.

From being trampled by others to being admired by thousands of people, he has abandoned so much and suffered so much, there is no reason to fall down this time.

The golden statue is dazzling under the refraction of the sun. Mammon looked up at the dazzling brilliance, recalled the ambition he had set up since he was a child, and remembered the contemptuous smile of that blood race that day. His world suddenly became dizzy, leaving a little Red is aimless in a sea of ​​gold.

He just fell on his back.

"My lord, the Holy Son has fainted."

The silver nail had entered one third of the way, and the two red-clothed archbishops hurried forward, and the white light woven around the nail was pulled out from Mammon's back.

The Pope looked at the bloody hole on Mammon's back, his compassionate eyes remained unchanged, "Take the Holy Son back to the room."

"This pope is too cruel."

Listening to the systematic description, Luo Jia felt a pain in his back. It was the pain of two holes being dug in his chest and his back piercing through his chest.

"Such an important thing was messed up last night. The Pope accused him of being disrespectful to the gods, so that he was teased by the gods."

Lorja held Samuel with one arm, and hid behind the curtain with his cheek resting on the other hand to watch the singing and dancing under the stage.

Today is the once-a-month gathering of the Demonic Party. This time it is Luo Jia's turn to be the host. At the gathering, all the actions of the Demonic Party for the next month will be arranged, and the activities of this month and the general trend of human beings will be reported.

Just like what the system just said, there will be a blood clan report to the princes and earls present in a short while.

Belphegor has always been an ignorant person, so he never participated in such gatherings, but Leviathan, who has always been personally involved in blood clan affairs, was also absent, which surprised Lorgar.

"Now that the Temple of Mankind is in decline, the Pope is old, and their newly-appointed Holy Son has been sentenced to a bone cone before he knows his strength. Wouldn't it be extremely easy to hunt and kill humans at this time? This is a good opportunity to develop and strengthen our family."

Said a prince at the bottom.

"However, the human blood hunting organization has been frequently dispatched recently, which may imply an alliance with the temple."

Lorja patted Samuel's head, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard what they said.

Luo Jia's heart sank slightly, and he whispered to Samuel: "If the blood race hunts and kills humans, you..."

But before Lorgar could say it, Samuel had already grabbed his hand.

His pitch-black eyes were now full of light, making them even more beautiful.

"It's okay, I only care about you."

The discussion below was in full swing, and Luo Jia only had a few lingering words with Samael, but when he came to his senses, the development of the situation had completely changed.

"The relationship between the human race and the blood race has been tense recently, and our party has no unified representative to negotiate with it..."

"Although the secret party has always been at odds with our party, its leader is Prince Asmodeus. Under his leadership, although the secret party can't hide from the world, it has indeed developed and flourished, faintly becoming the trend of the blood clan."

After listening carefully for a while, Lorgar realized that several earls and dukes were suggesting that the Devil Party could follow the example of the Secret Party to elect a leader.

This sounds unrealistic. How comfortable are the princes of the Devil Party dominating one side? Isn't it shooting yourself in the foot by electing a leader, and deliberately creating an "emperor" to restrain yourself?

Besides, everyone wants to be the emperor. The princes of the devil party, including himself, have three families with connections. In addition to the duke and earl, and considering the division of power, it is really troublesome to choose this position.

But they had already had a round of intense discussions, and it was because the sharp-eyed one noticed that Luo Jia was watching and pushed the topic to Luo Jia.

"I'm waiting for a proposal, does Prince Victor have any good suggestions?"

Lorgar was not a manager in the first place and naturally aroused Leviathan.

"Leviathan has always been able to know my mind, and most of my affairs are handed over to Leviathan. If you insist on discussing this matter, you can discuss it with him. His opinion is my king's opinion."

When Luo Jia spoke, the blood slave had already invited Leviathan. He had never left such a meeting before, and he came here very quickly this time.

Lorgar yawned and took Samuel down.

He knew what Leviathan wanted, but this place under his ass.

So when he left, he casually said, "Sit here."

Unable to see Leviathan's face clearly, Lorgar left very gracefully.

Leviathan sat in this place that he had thought about for a long time, but what he felt in his heart was not joy but endless anger.

Victor is actually unwilling to give him the slightest look now, and only thinks of himself when he has to deal with things. Does he really like that plain-looking boy so much?

Leviathan's fists were slowly clenched, and a terrible air pressure exuded from his whole body.

For a while, no one dared to speak.

"It's too early to mention the matter of the leader."

His cooperation with Asmodeus is a bluff. If he does not get the approval of the five princes, he will definitely not be able to convince everyone to sit in that position, but there are only three princes in the Devil Party...

In fact, there is another way, that is, Victor Ken himself personally determines that he is the next successor of the Victor family, and then crowns him as king. In this case... it will be more justifiable to obtain that position.

Originally... there was another way to kill Victor, but Leviathan suddenly didn't want to. He wanted to trample Victor under his feet and imprison him so that he would never see others again.

"Prince Victor is indeed an idiot, he will leave everything to Lord Leviathan."

"Tsk tsk, if there is no Lord Leviathan, how can the prosperity of the Victor family continue to this day?"

The following are whispers, which are full of ridicule and contempt for Victor.

Originally, all of this was deliberately fueled by Leviathan, and he was happy to hear it, but now it sounds extremely harsh and disturbing.

"shut up!"

The extremely low air pressure spread downward from the throne, and a middle-aged prince slowly picked up a goblet filled with warm and scarlet blood.

This Prince Roger, who is known for his cruelty, loves to taste the blood of virgin girls.

"Why get angry, Leviathan, what they said is just the truth."

"Who doesn't know who the real owner of this huge castle is? This king is just curious, why bother to care about the opinions of those pedantic people in the Secret Party, as long as you give an order, you can immediately overthrow Victor himself. .”

Leviathan gave him a cold look, "I don't want that position right now."

"Oh? Really, then we really don't understand Lord Leviathan's intentions."

"You don't need to understand, Roger, put yourself in your position!"

Leviathan snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and left.

Roger pulled his face slightly, and poured blood on the table without expression.

"Leviathan..."

Don't be too aggressive.

There was a lot of tension at the meeting, but Lorgar didn't know it.

Samael's physique couldn't adapt to this place, and some skins had begun to fester in the past two days. Luo Jia hurriedly took Samael away from the blood clan and went to the human territory.

After leaving, he naturally didn't know how angry Leviathan became, but Luo Jia naturally didn't feel that Leviathan cared about him, because no matter how much he teased each other recently, he always looked cold and boring. .

Mammon was lying on the cold bed, and every slight movement of her upper body would cause piercing pain.

His eyes were full of haze because of the pain, and he was staring closely at the engraved gold pattern on the bedpost.

The nearby air twisted for a while, and a cloud of black mist turned into a figure in the drifting.

He is a mature man, lazy but full of the breath of a superior.

"Oh dear, that old guy actually hurt you like this. It's been a few days, and the wound hasn't healed yet..."

"Don't touch me!" Mamen gritted her teeth and moved her body, "Why isn't he dead yet?"

"Asmodeus, I want the pope to die now."

"Don't get excited."

Asmodeus's face was full of jokes, "I can only draw with that old guy. If I don't plan well, how can I kill him easily."

"Ah."

Mammon smiled contemptuously, ignoring Asmoder's hypocritical words.

"I'll give you three days, no, I want him to die today."

Mammon's eyes became firm: "Can it be done?"

Asmodeus also became serious, "Not today, at the latest tomorrow night, I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

Mammon turned her head away to show that she didn't want to talk to him.

Asmodeus didn't make fun of himself, but suddenly remembered something before he left: "Has your guy solved it? That guy Victor took a human teenager to the Demon Party two days ago."

Victor...Mammon thought for a long time before remembering the vampire that day.

Suddenly a nameless anger rose from the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't even feel the wound on my back.

He saved Samuel? !

Asmodeus smiled: "Wait for my good news."

Then the body turned into a cloud of mist and slowly dissipated.