The ancestor is a little cutie

Enoch looked at Simon calmly, but not only did Simon not obey the order to close the door, even Sanger and Mia, who had been hiding among the seagulls and pigeons, rushed into the door.

Seeing that the tense became more and more serious, black clouds gathered in the sky outside the door, and he even heard huge waves rolling out of the sea in the distance.They clamored and roared, trying to crush this small city that was about to be controlled by darkness.

Too late, can't wait any longer!

While writing the blood talisman and pasting it on the four walls of the store, he used the palm of his hand to urge the power of the holy light.

In an instant, a powerful and dazzling white light shot out from his palm like lightning!The huge energy fluctuation caused the whole room to tremble, and the pocket capsule on the bar counter seemed to detect potential threats, and suddenly released more dark power.Silky strands, entwined like threads on the beam of light like Bai Lian.

The power of the holy light poured out desperately from the palm of Enuo, approaching the gate little by little.

Every time it gets closer, it is wiped out by the black silk clinging to it.

The two confront each other and go round and round. If this continues, there will be no solution.

Unless you wait for Enoch and the Pocket Capsule to consume each other and see who runs out of energy first.

"Is the door still open?" Enoch said in a deep voice.

Black Teng Wen was already wrapped around his feet, and his arms had also begun to erode.The power in his body was consumed too much, which weakened his external protection.

Facing the precarious town and tens of thousands of people in the town, he chose to save the world first.

Whether or not the door is closed at this time has long been meaningless to Enoch.After all, he will fall into the jail personally arranged by Eve and face a bitter battle.

Simon rubbed his sore eyes, and finally turned around and couldn't bear to look any more.He jumped up and caught two robins, turned around and spun hard, and kicked the gate shut.

With a bang, the door closed.What followed was a beam of light emanating from the door.

Accompanied by bloody white light, it slowly wandered over the door, and finally formed a six-pointed trapping magic circle.With the pattern completely closed, after the white light dissipated, the door was covered with bright red blood.

The trembling and trembling door finally stopped struggling.There is obviously no door lock on it, but it seems to be welded to death, and there is no more sound.

The crowd in the square were all frightened by this scene.

People put down their wine glasses, stopped playing music, and looked at the dilapidated coffee shop in unison.

Do not……

No!

They weren't frightened at all, because their eyes were twinkling with excitement and there was a weird smile on their lips.

Everyone is controlled by Satan's dark power!

"How? See the difference between Satan's blood and Carly's blood?"

Hundreds of people, with the same expression, lips parted, saying the same words.In the quiet square, it is like a grand chorus.The theme of the chorus is titled: Proclamation of Death.

Simon was so angry that he wanted to jump up: "Shameless bitch! Hiding behind her back and playing dirty tricks, if she has the ability to face up!" Then he picked up a chair and threw it towards the crowd with a "boom".

But among the people gathered in the square, some of their heads were bleeding from the blow, their faces and lips were full of red, but they still said disgusting words: "Hey, I want to stand up, but do you deserve it?"

Simon looked up at the tumbling clouds in the sky, put his index thumb in his mouth, and blew a long whistle.

"Then see if I am worthy."

After the voice fell, the inaudible whistle quickly swayed from the air, forming circles of fluctuations around him, covering the entire main island of Venice in an instant, and quickly extending outward.

Countless bats were awakened by the fluctuations of the same race, and flew into the sky with a clatter.

Dense bats gather in the towering Giotto bell tower, and the original color of the bell tower can hardly be seen.

The statues, stone pillars, and churches in St. Mark's Square began to vibrate at the same frequency.

The earth, waves, bricks and dust, all of these together convey a signal: "In the name of the ancestors, summon all the sleeping kind. Blood race, we are at war time!"

Gathered at the top of the bell tower, the bats in a black mass rushed in all directions the moment they received the order.

Whenever bats pass by, one after another vampire swarm will be awakened!

Simon sat cross-legged on the ground, his spirit concentrated like never before.As the deputy of the ancestor, half of the blood clans were transformed by him.The emotion of the blood race is his own emotion.

He could feel his companions rising in the distance, feel them advancing, feel them rising.

The map in my mind was lit little by little, forming a spark that started a prairie fire.

That's... Rome, it's Milan, it's Verona, it's Turin, it's Palermo and Naples!

It's the Vatican and all of Italy!

There was a surging wave in his chest, Simon looked at the black clouds rolled up in the sky, and raised his middle finger fiercely: So what if there is more power of darkness?Isn't it reduced to the food of the vampires?

Sanger and Mia looked at each other, waved their wings, and both turned into human forms.

They flapped their wings and frantically summoned their own kind.

In an instant, bright stars fell one after another from the cloud-rolling sky: it was the robin that fell from heaven.

More and more blood races began to wake up, coming from all directions.They turned into bats and slowly gathered towards the sky.Immediately, the cobweb-like black threads no longer scattered randomly, but were guided by the blood race and sucked into their bodies.

There are as many robins as there are stars, slowly gathering in the air, and finally forming a huge white divine bird.Every time the wings are flapped, the sparks of the power of the Holy Light will fall down like snowflakes.The controlled crowd fell one after another in the holy light.

This is a grand purification.

Light and darkness, in the battlefield of life and death, unexpectedly harmonious.

No matter how bloody it was outside, Enoch didn't feel or hear anything.

He added trapping magic circles on all four walls and gates, and the power of darkness in the pocket capsule was like a trapped beast, hitting the pattern with all its strength.Black silk threads were wrapped around his ankles, calves, arms and neck.Biting fiercely, trying to find a breakthrough to infiltrate.

Ke Nuo is one of the three great angels of heaven. Although he has been reincarnated, his strength has not diminished.

It’s just a mere Satan, Lucifer can peel his skin, Michael can cut off his head, is Metatron just a show?Really, overreaching.

The reason why he fell into the way of Satan last time and was taken advantage of was also because of Eve's witchcraft and Cain's pollution, and Cain's abuse disturbed his mind.

As for now, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he looked down at the black Teng Wen on his body, completely ignoring it.

Because, when all the power touches his gate of life, it dissipates due to the pure light power.

Enoch was standing not far from the capsule, pages of books glowing with gold letters.His movements are graceful and unhurried.

In a quiet room, the only sound left is the rattle of pages being turned.

"Tsk, I found it." He stopped his finger on one of the pages and suddenly said.

On that page, the golden runes wrote clearly one stroke at a time: the magic sealing spell.

He closed the pages of the book, turned his head and looked at the capsule in front of him.Raising his hand with a little force, he held hundreds of silk threads in his hand and melted them.

"However, we have to wait a little longer." He said quietly, with a complacent expression, "After all, your master is cunning, and it is not easy to lure her out."