The sun sets in the west and night falls.

The Sant'Angele City Museum, after a day of hustle and bustle, also becomes quiet as night falls.

Greeted respectfully by several museum staff, Nicole York walked briskly out of the museum and into his own parking space in the underground garage.

While making a phone call, I sat in the car.

"Hey, Bourne. I'm off work, are you ready?"

A pretended hearty voice immediately came from the phone.

"Don't worry, I've already been prepared, with the 600,000 dollars you lent me, I have basically scraped together enough dues for this quarter. ”

"Thank you so much this time. I'll give it back to you when my dad's company gets better. According to the maximum interest rate of the bank. ”

Nicole York listened to the thank you voice on the phone and said nonchalantly.

"What's polite, it's just a little money, if it's not enough, tell me, I recently got another amount of money, let me tell you, this time the buyer is generous......"

Amid the boasting, the brand-new silver-gray Flyer had already driven out of the underground garage in the direction of a mysterious manor outside the city of Sant'Angele, ready to go to today's intimate party.

The engine of the new silver-grey Flyer makes a thrilling roar, and Nicole York habitually turns on the music player and loops to his favorite heavy metal rock music.

In the midst of the deafening rock music, Nicole York couldn't help but shake his legs and began to shake his head slightly.

The sports car also began to speed up continuously, speeding on the highway where the flow of people is not sparse.

After a short while, the bustling urban area was already left behind by him.

Just as Nicole York was about to slow down and turn around in front of him and drive into another fork in the road, suddenly, a figure appeared on the road in front of him.

Nicole York subconsciously stepped on the accelerator and was about to brake suddenly, when the newly purchased sports car had already crashed into it.

Boom!!!

There was a loud crash, and the sports car slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Nicole York was stunned in the car for a few moments before he reacted.

He hurriedly turned off the music, then stepped out of the car and walked to the front of the sports car, looking at the front lid with a distressed face, and kept scolding in his mouth.

"Damn, my new car!!"

Only then did Nicole York realize that his front cover had not been hit at any point and was still intact.

He reached out in disbelief and touched it, and after making sure that the vehicle was really unharmed, he looked at the side of the road.

"Could it be that I've been taking too much lately?"

"But that's not right! I really saw someone bumped into someone, why didn't I see anyone?"

Nicole York stood on the somewhat dilapidated road, looked around for a while, and then said in a bit of confusion.

"It's impossible!!"

But he didn't dwell on it for long, and as the phone rang in the car, Nicole York immediately threw the matter to the back of his mind.

"What, there's a special breed tonight? Okay, Bourne, I see, I'll be there right ......"

With an excited reply, the silver-gray Feijie immediately disappeared at the end of the road.

On the old road, where traffic is sparse, a slightly rough sketch paper slowly falls from the sky and falls on the edge of the road.

A figure emerges from the night on the edge of the sketch paper.

Five strange-looking imps immediately sprang out from the feet of the figure, scrambling to snatch the sketch that had fallen to the ground, and then held it high above their heads like a treasure.

"Sir, your painting ......"

Zhang Jiao took the sketch handed over by the five ghosts, his fingers gently stroked the somewhat rough drawing paper, and a faint layer of blood gradually filled his eyes.

The previous scene immediately appeared in the blood light.

Just as the figure of the sketch in his hand was about to fall silently into the speeding sports car, a Holy Spirit with wings on his back and clasped his hands folded and whispering praises came out of the body of Mr. Nicole York.

The Holy Spirit spread its huge wings and protected him beneath him, and in an instant burst of indescribable brilliance, destroying and purifying the power attached to the sketch.

"What a domineering power! I thought it was just a small character who could catch it with his hands, but I didn't expect it to stop tricky. ”

Zhang Jiao recalled the message sent to him by Dewey Julies, and a look of understanding quickly appeared in his expression.

"This Mr. Nicol York is really fortunate to have such a good father to leave such a powerful relic on his illegitimate sons, and it seems that this church is really rich enough. ”

With a cold snort, Zhang Jiao stroked the sketch in his hand, and the blazing brilliance of the three colors immediately emerged from the portrait, constantly filling in the black and white painting paper.

But at this moment, the remnants of the divine power that remained on the sketch instantly burst out.

Dao Dao burst out like a sharp sword, and it was about to purify this alien power that dared to provoke like itself.

The light is shining, and it is painted on a sketch filled with three-colored light.

Zhang Jiao, who was looking at St. Paul's Cathedral in front of him with a reverent face, suddenly rolled his eyes, walked straight out of the sketch paper, and then pinched the sword-like light that burst out from behind him.

The brilliance condensed by the divine power of the three suns immediately collided with these divine radiances, silently dissolving into the night.

A few seconds later, the divine power that burst out was consumed by the Sanyang divine power.

Zhang Jiao, who came out of the sketch paper, tidied up his trench coat at this time, and then waved behind him, and the white doves that were originally clustered at his feet immediately flew out of the drawing paper, and then gathered around him, quickly dissipating into the night.

Zhang Jiao looked at himself who disappeared into the night, his expression was full of indifference.

The earthly slate, an item specifically mentioned in the mission, was a must-have hand to get hold of.

Not to mention that the other party was only carrying a powerful holy relic, it was his father who was a priest in a high position in the Orthodox Church, so don't try to keep him.

On a secluded road, Nicole York drove his beloved sports car into the mysterious Sunset Hill Villa in the city of Sant'Angore.

Sunset Hill is a place of great mystery in the eyes of the city's people, even more famous than St. Paul's Cathedral, not only because of its beautiful scenery, but also because it is said that every guest who lives in this villa is a very powerful person, but no one has ever seen their real faces.

Here, it is common for curious people to look at this mysterious mountain villa from afar, fantasizing about the luxurious and wealthy scene in it.

It's not that none of them want to sneak in and have a look, but so far no one has succeeded, and the few who dared to sneak in have been inexplicably imprisoned, facing decades of harsh punishment in prison, and even without bail.

After a few times, the existence of Sunset Mountain Villa became more and more mysterious in the city, and it also made people who were full of curiosity behind them no longer dare to explore and peep at this mysterious mountain villa at will.

Nicole York was now under the watchful eye of the heavy guards outside the villa, and quickly entered the mysterious villa.

The vehicle drove past the detached manor and finally stopped in front of a house near the edge.

At the window on the second floor of the house, his best friend and friend Bourne was holding a glass of red wine and waving at him.

Nicole York got out of the car, dropped the keys to the car boy next to him, and immediately headed into the house.

His sky-blue eyes reflected the enormous ridge of the roof and the sculptures of angels carved on it.

If you look closely, the heads of these beautifully carved angels are all downwards or at eye level, indicating that the angels are humble, loving, and compassionate.

Nicole York pursed his lips, a little disdainful of the statement.

In fact.

Although he was ostensibly a devout believer, in reality as an unbeliever, Nicole York did not actually trust any so-called gods.

Although he was able to recite many of the Templar scriptures verbatim, these were forced to be memorized by his mother, who was only interested in herself, just to please his father, a priest in a position of power.

In his mind, the so-called gods were nothing more than the fantasies of man in the age of ignorance, like those creatures in the dark.

Although they have some abilities that are different from ordinary people, in the face of modern technology, they are just tricks to fool people.

Perhaps the Lord who is praised as the Creator of all things is just a special creature of darkness.

Otherwise, if the Lord really has a spirit, how can his scumbag father, who is like a brute, live more and more nourishing? and even become a cardinal!

Jinni?

It's just self-defeating.

With this blasphemous thought in mind, Nicole York hurried into the great and beautiful house.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he saw the cross hanging high in the hall.

On the cross, the Almighty and Merciful Lord is gazing at every lamb that walks in, full of infinite love.

Nicole York glanced at this disdainfully, and strode on the bright red soft carpet.

At the same time, as soon as he entered, the servants who were on either side of him knelt respectfully on the ground, greeting him as if they were welcoming a king, and leading him to another chamber behind the hall.

Bright halls.

Nicole York looked at the silver-haired old man behind the huge mahogany table, and before he could speak, he took a check from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is my dues for the quarter, and if it's okay, I'm going to go and relax. ”

The silver-haired old man immediately made a casual gesture and respectfully watched him walk out of the hall.

Bourne, a close friend who had been waiting beside him, had already grabbed him, hugged him very affectionately, and then aimed a needle full of scarlet liquid at the major artery in his neck and injected it straight in.

"Ah!!h

Nicole York let out a low roar and grabbed his nemesis' hips hard as he poured the scarlet liquid into his body.

After a while, Byrne pulled out the needle and threw it to the ground, and immediately leaned over, gently licking his still bleeding neck, and said with great excitement.

"How's it going? What does it taste like to have carprofen infused with the blood of the Count of the Blood?"

As he spoke, he kissed Nicole York on the cheek.

Nicole York didn't care, and after a long sigh of relief, he looked back and kissed him.

After a few moments, the lips parted.

Byrne looked at Nicole York, who was staring at him with red eyes, and said with an extremely excited expression.

"Come with me, there's something good to be done tonight. ”

"What's good?"

Nicole Yorke, who was still immersed in the drug, said with a confused expression, with a somewhat disapproving look on his face, and said slowly.

"Is it a vampire, a werewolf, or a young ghoul this time?"

Byrne shook his head, but smiled mysteriously.

"This time it's different, you'll know when you come. ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Nicole York, who was stumbling, and hurried to a room on the second floor.

From time to time, you can hear low, miserable moans and wails in the rooms you walked through.

But the two people who came over didn't care about this, and walked back very calmly.

After walking some more distance, Byrne took Nicole Yorke's hand and used the key in his hand to quickly open the door of a room with a large copper lock.

The two of them immediately walked in, and then closed the thick door.

Byrne let go of Nicole York's hand, licked his lips excitedly, and then walked to the middle of the room and tore off the black cloth that covered the center of the room.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

"Look, what is this?"

Under the black cloth, a tall, thin boy was tied to a bed in large letters.

Nicole York was immediately disappointed.

He stared at the somewhat handsome looking boy in front of him, twitched his cheek hard, and said dissatisfied.

"Byrne, is this what you're letting me see?"

Bourne smiled mysteriously, and without making any unnecessary explanations, he walked directly forward and tore the boy's clothes and pants hard.

Nicole York's eyes straightened.

He gently stroked the snake-like scales, and said in disbelief, "This, this, could this be the snake people of Istavia?"

Byrne nodded immediately, and then turned the bed upside down.

"How's that,