vampire knight rose blood

The pure white candlelight danced lightly, and the people in black robes stood piously under the portrait, holding the silver cross hanging on their chests with both hands, singing with their eyes closed, and the gentle singing voice floated in the sky. In every corner of the hall, Jiu Lanshu turned around, looked at them quietly for two seconds, and then turned her gaze aside. There were old people, young people, and children. They hugged each other and shivered, but a pair of The praying eyes were all looking at that wall, which was being looked up by everyone——

God.

"Is it coming soon?"

The person who spoke was a young man in a black dress. He was looking out indifferently. He sighed, clenched the long sword at his waist, and turned to look at the white-haired old man standing beside him: "Father , let them stop praying - we have no way out."

Behind him, the people with weapons in their hands stood there firmly like a standing stone pillar.The priest glanced at him and shook his head: "They and you all have a firm belief, and their voices cannot be denied."

"Persistence..." The young man closed his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand, the long sword in his hand pierced the air, and the sharp blade pointed out of the hall: "Even if there is no hope... even if you die... Faith that will never fade..."

In the distance pointed by his cold fighting intent, in the darkness suddenly came the laughter that seemed to climb up from the depths of hell, like ghosts everywhere, two people in black cloaks emerged from the endless darkness Flashed out, their footsteps were light and elegant, but at this time the hall was already dead silent because of their arrival.

Those two people stood there leisurely, as if they couldn't see the weapons pointed at them and the pairs of frightened eyes. Under the black hood, two pairs of scarlet eyes lifted up, looking at the end of their gaze—— —God is looking at them with a smile.

"Why, don't you hurry up and pray like they did?" One of them said, "Are you still clinging to your weak so-called beliefs?"

"When a belief has been looked up to by many people for a long time, it must not be weak." The young man said coldly: "If it cannot be annihilated after countless cycles of life and death, it becomes an instinctive belief."

"Oh... Do you believe in..." The man took off his hood, his face was so beautiful that he couldn't distinguish between men and women, his face was pale and alluring, and his lips were as ghostly as if they had just been soaked in blood: "It's a pity...your era is about to die... It's over."

"Don't talk so much nonsense." The vampire next to him frowned and said displeasedly: "The order of the empire, if any remaining 'reactionaries' are found, they will be executed immediately—"

He glanced at the old priest in black monastic uniform and those believers: "There are also these so-called gods, none of them can be left."

"I'm just expressing my feelings. We finally ended the 'Era of Jihad'. Since these guys are 'souvenirs', we have to let them die a bit shockingly..." The vampire who took off his hood waved his hands, the corners of his mouth With a big smile: "Dusts run over by the wheels of history, you should thank us for witnessing your existence."

As he waved his hand, the people in the hall uttered horrified voices from their throats, and the vampire watched all this with a mischievous smile on his face.The old priest glanced at him and shook his head:

"Stop your arrogance, death and suffering cannot separate us from the love of God," he closed his eyes, turned around, and made a sign of the cross on his chest: "We are born and die, and we are all God." God will accept us and will not leave us alone and helpless.”

His old face looked up at the God who was looking at him with a smile, and his old body stood motionless where the God's gaze was. The bewildered believers looked at him, as if they had found a lost lamp in an instant. They knelt down under the statue, bowed their heads piously, and held up the silver cross hanging on their chests——

"God will accept us, and will not leave us alone."

The vampire lowered his head, a stern smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and in the next second, a large amount of blood was stained on the god's benevolent smile.

"Ah-"

The torn body hit the stone platform, the bright red liquid splashed all over the faces of the believers, and the blood mist rolled in the candlelight. Everything was caught off guard——the priest took a step back with dull eyes, and the frightened people let out piercing screams .

"Sa, have you smelled your own life?"

The coquettish vampire slanted his eyes, carelessly flicked the blood drop from his fingertips, moved his eyelashes, looked at the gorgeous red spread on the ground, and exclaimed in a gentle tone: "What a beautiful blooming blood!" Flowers..."

He squeezed his fingers together, and the blood flower on the ground was pulled up by an invisible force, spinning in the air, and slowly floated to his fingertips, holding the flower of life in his hand, took a deep breath, shook his head, Compassionately said: "It's a pity that your god has abandoned you, poor little guys—"

Before he finished speaking, the cracks that exploded on the ground were already rushing towards him——

A huge explosion sounded, mixed with people's screams, and the young reactionaries in Liguang swung their swords, chasing the murderer with majestic killing intent, dust scattered in the air, rows of The candle flame flickered wildly, like the last unwilling roar of life.

"go to hell--"

The blade pierced the vampire's chest, and the powerful thrust hit the wall painted with the envoy's pattern. It seemed that the vampire was easily defeated. The "blood flower" in his hand was flying in the air. Floating down gently in front of my eyes——

"Ah……"

The vampire in front of him disappeared suddenly as an afterimage, and appeared behind the sword-wielder with a contemptuous smile on his face. He could almost imagine the unbelievable and interesting expression of the person in front of him—the blood clotted The flowers fell on the cold blade.

One drop, two drops, until the blood flows into a river.

The feet of the pure-blood kings spreading silently through the chestnut hair, carrying the warmth of their masters that are dissipating, seem to have merged with the temperature of the white and bright candles in front of the idol.

"In my name, with blood as a sacrifice..."

The bloody hands clasped together, whispered the ancient and persistent oath together, the blood from their bodies gushed out crazily, turned into countless bloody whips, and launched a deadly attack on the vampire at the cost of their lives attack.

"hateful……"

Reluctantly, he took two steps back. The coquettish vampire held the blood hole in his chest and looked at the intertwined blood web in front of him, with a distorted smile on his lips. "There is also a formation at the back." Another vampire's voice came.

"These ants are really annoying...ah——"

The pupils narrowed in fear, and the hand covering his chest slowly slipped down. The coquettish vampire rolled his eyes mechanically, looking at the vampire who almost bit off his own neck, his fangs were piercing into his own neck , the blood is crazily draining——

"Sorry, I was injured too." Pulling out the fangs, under the hood, another handsome face of the vampire was full of apology: "I can't make it here without sucking your blood to replenish my strength."

"No, no, you bastard..." The coquettish vampire stretched out his ten fingers and wanted to pinch his companion's neck, but he was thrown to the ground more than ten meters away without hesitation under the guarded expression of the other party. Up: "Give me back my blood, you thief! Shameless thief!!!"

"Speaking of..." The vampire who sucked blood wiped the corner of his mouth, glanced at the bloody and dying people all over the floor, waved his hand, and rows of candles fell to the ground, and the flames spread rapidly: " It's also because you talk too much nonsense."

He didn't stay for another moment, put on his hood, and rushed out of the church like the wind.

Accompanied by the sound of continuous collapse, the flames danced, making Jiu Lanshu's sight seem grotesque. The bright red, dancing flames seemed to be living beings that were once alive. to darkness.

"Blood... I need blood..."

He stared at the formation blocking his retreat with his scarlet eyes, and the hoarse voice of the seriously injured and weak vampire was full of desperate madness. He looked at the countless corpses in the church, and finally fixed his gaze on a on people who are still alive.

He frantically rushed over and stabbed his fangs fiercely, but he didn't realize that his prey was stabbing a dagger into his chest.

Jiu Lanshu stood there quietly, listening to the last unwilling roar when the fire crazily devoured everything:

"Damn! You reactionaries! Let go of your hands... I don't want to die here!"

"I managed to survive that horrible jihad, and I still have a long life to live... That's right... So let me go, you ants!!!"

"Don't...don't ahhh!!!"

In the magnificence of destroying everything, the space seems to be distorting, crushing and crushing the tragic song of the loss of life, including the one that countless people look up to and pray for——

God.

☆、The Power of Akatsuki

The author has something to say: Axue is here to update the article, there are two chapters today~ I plan to prepare the next article after these chapters are over, and it will not come out soon, um, everyone can fatten up and order more