To survive [Quick Transmigration]

An Qiluo's covetousness towards Minghe made Mo Zhaoyuan feel a little unhappy. As for An Qiluo's bad attitude towards him, Mo Zhaoyuan actually didn't care.

Well, after all, he was so good-tempered that he even let go of Paferi, who beat Norris to death and made him wake up from the pain. It makes no sense to care about Angelo's little faux pas, right?

And whether you like it or not, Mo Zhaoyuan doesn't have that much to play with this time traveler who seems to be a creature of love.It doesn't matter if he is unilaterally hostile or anything, his main goal is to unite, no, it should be said to assist Osborn, the son of luck, to lead mankind to resist the blood race.

In addition, it is probably to fulfill the ambition he made in the underground cell of Seves Castle by the way, so that there will be no vampires and werewolves in this world.

So Mo Zhaoyuan is very busy, he really doesn't have time to play rival games with An Qiluo.Not to mention that Xiaohe is clearly his property, no matter what An Qiluo thinks or does, it will not change this fact.

So he naturally threw Angelo aside casually, and devoted himself to the great cause of fighting against blood races and saving mankind.

Minghe's feats in the past few months have been achieved through real fighting, coupled with the bonus of the "Holy Son", and another Angelo who is also very useless although he is also a Holy Son. The status can be said to be second only to the current Holy Emperor.

Thanks to Minghe's rights, Mo Zhaoyuan easily followed him to participate in the battle against the blood clan.At the beginning, there were some voices of opposition in the temple, but these voices of opposition quickly disappeared from Mo Zhaoyuan's terrifying fighting power and the number of blood clans he killed.

It is worth mentioning that although the people in the temple basically accepted the existence of Mo Zhaoyuan, most of them did not recognize his human identity.

How should I put it, the holy power is actually a kind of "tangible power". The simple and crude explanation is that when using the holy power, there will be special effects.

Probably something like a shallow golden halo, appearing as a form of holy power.Every time Minghe swings his weapon, the tip of the long wooden warehouse is surrounded by such a golden halo.And some people with holy power who fight with bare hands will have this kind of halo on their fists.

All in all, whether there is holy power or not, and whether it is used or not, are all visible to the naked eye.

But Mo Zhaoyuan's situation is this: Norris's body was originally endowed with holy power, but he had given it to Minghe; his current powerful strength, in the final analysis, comes from his soul.

That is to say, even if Mo Zhaoyuan's fighting power is beyond the mark, from the outside, there is no trace of holy power at all.

In this world, there are only two possibilities for people who are not holy but possess great power - werewolf or vampire.

The power of werewolves is pure tyranny.It is specifically manifested in its extraordinarily strong body, and its ability to transform into a wolf with super-strength combat power every full moon.

As for the vampires, although their strength is inferior to that of werewolves, they are far superior to humans; coupled with their swift speed and the unique innate abilities of each vampire, except for the repellency to sunlight and sterling silver - the higher the ability, the greater the degree of impact. Low—other than that, it could almost be called a race "favored by the Creator".

Therefore, the Holy Palace's judgment on Mo Zhaoyuan was basically either a werewolf or a vampire.

The reason for thinking that he is a werewolf is that Mo Zhaoyuan was not only merciless in the battle against the blood race, but even more brutal than ordinary paladins, which fits the characteristics of the opposition between werewolves and blood races.

As for the side that thinks he is a vampire, although it can't explain why this vampire is so cruel to his fellow vampires, but looking at that slender and pale body, no matter how you think about it, it is different from the werewolf style of the brawny route, right?

Coupled with his black hair and black eyes, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a servant of the night.

In short, whether it is a werewolf or a blood race, no one believes that he is a human being.

After Mo Zhaoyuan heard these arguments, he felt a little sad for a while.

It’s rare to try to be a savior. After all, in this world, he wants to save mankind from the fire and water. Now it seems that it may not work. Humans always have the idea that "people who are not my race must have different hearts". Anyway, It is impossible for him, who is regarded as a werewolf or a vampire, to become a savior.

In the end, the more likely result would be that Minghe, who was the holy son and made great military exploits, was enshrined on the altar, and he was the "influenced" alien Mo Zhaoyuan thought about it, and felt a little sad for a while.

"I've heard some strange things recently, saying that I'm a werewolf, or a blood race." He ran to the child of luck who had managed to get closer after fighting the blood race together for several months, puffing his face a little unhappy "Hey, Mr. Osborne thinks I'm not human, too?"

"This" the paladin Mr. Osborne, the son of luck, is an upright person, and his noble character determines that he will not lie or deceive others.The kind-hearted paladin looked at the angry boy, not knowing what to say for a while.

"There are indeed many people who think that Norris is a werewolf or a blood race." Osborne said hesitantly, "For me, no matter what Norris is, he is a hero who helped humans fight against the blood race with the temple." ah!"

No matter how nice the words are, it can't change the central idea of ​​"I don't think you are human too".

Mo Zhaoyuan Mo Zhaoyuan turned his head angrily, rejecting this bowl of hero chicken soup.

"You can tell, I have grown taller in the past six months!" Mo Zhaoyuan muttered in a low voice, showing a bit of childishness rarely.

Well, this is also a little bit affected by the original owner of the body.No matter how much Norris said about "both parents died" and "living alone", he was just a young boy after all.

"Race is unimportant." Aware of Mo Zhaoyuan's troubles, Osborne persuaded him in turn, "As long as we work hard for the future of mankind, we are all partners with the same ambition!"

The problem is that I am human, kind, ah!

It's a pity.

Mo Zhaoyuan curled his lips, and decided to give up communicating with this righteous son of luck.

He turned his head and cast his eyes on Minghe who was fighting a blood count in front of him.

The reason why everyone else was watching and only Minghe went up to fight was entirely because of the weird "one-on-one" thinking in this world.Similar to the "duel" kind, one-on-one, fighting for glory or something else.

In the absence of the only Duke Serves, the Earl-level blood clan is the top in terms of status and combat power.As the son of the Holy Spirit, Ming He was naturally arranged to be the first to fight against the current No. 1 on the side of the blood clan.

To be honest, Mo Zhaoyuan rarely has the experience of watching Minghe fight from behind.The demon youth is tall and straight, with smooth muscles covering the bones, and every time he swings the long wooden warehouse, he is full of rustle and heroism.

"It's so pretty." Mo Zhaoyuan squinted his eyes slightly, and admired sincerely, "The white robes of the temple, after being stained with blood, are surprisingly beautiful."

With this sigh, Minghe's battle has also come to an end.

The Western-style knight commander Mu Cang stabbed straight towards the blood clan with an unstoppable momentum, carrying the holy power, and his vine-purple eyes were ignited with excitement, shining unbelievably.Mo Zhaoyuan also saw Minghe licking his lips when Mu Cangjian passed through the blood clan's neck.

A very excited look.

Bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty, the number one demon under the demon king, the "blood crane" who desires to kill and enjoys killing.

Even wearing the seemingly holy white robes of the temple, it can't conceal the ferocious temperament unique to the demons. It's really pleasing to the eye!

Mo Zhaoyuan stood up with a smile, and ran towards Minghe: "Ah, congratulations, the record has increased~"

Minghe held the long wooden barn in his hand, and there was a blood count on the barn, and the murderous aura on his body had not yet dissipated.The white robe was stained with blood, like a manjusawa blooming in the snow, and there was still excitement in his eyes at a glance.

The moment he saw Mo Zhaoyuan, the bloodthirsty excitement dissipated immediately, leaving only full respect: "Thank you sir, but compared to sir, this record is nothing to mention."

"Xiaohe is too modest!" Mo Zhaoyuan put his arm on Minghe's shoulder, and patted the demon youth's cheek affectionately, "Ah, no, this is actually a kind of arrogance, right? Xiaohe said that, obviously he didn't Put this Earl in your eyes!"

Tsk, it seems that the blood earl, who is already dead, would care about this.

Mo Zhaoyuan poked the blood earl's stiff body with a smile, and with a little force with his fingertips, he poked the blood earl who had killed countless humans in hundreds of years from the wooden warehouse.

"It's almost my turn, right?" He raised his eyebrows and looked across at the blood clan who was in a panic because of the death of the blood count, "Speaking of which, so many noble highnesses have died, your lord duke still Don't you plan to join the battle? Could it be that you are hiding out of fear?"

"Your Highness the Duke naturally has his own ideas!" A blood race retorted, "Your Excellency, you are obviously not a human being, so why do you want to side with the human beings?"

"Let me tell you, it's because you guys are always talking about non-human beings every now and then, which makes me suspicious!" Mo Zhaoyuan heard his words, and the smile on his face disappeared bit by bit, "I'm always If you don’t like duels, why not fight together!”

Facing these vampires who always like to spread rumors and try to sow discord between him and humans, Mo Zhaoyuan is in a very bad mood.

"Hey, lend me Xiaohe's wooden warehouse."

The black-haired boy said so, took the long wooden warehouse from the white-robed saint son, and jumped into the blood camp in a few steps.

The silver wooden warehouse tip is like a dancing elf, drawing graceful arcs in the air.Blood-colored flowers bloomed on the top of the wooden warehouse, and the youth's dark pupils were filled with the same excitement as the Son of God.

"Don't even look at it," Minghe admired His Majesty's heroic posture seriously, and after a while, he reluctantly ordered the paladin, "Let's attack all the time, and keep this group of blood races behind."

"Yes!"