God said, "Let there be light." "No one knows where the real light is, everyone can tear down a flag and say to everyone in the world, look, this is the light, the light you have been striving for!

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December 20, 2912

The astronomical expert team of the Survey Bureau of the Americas predicted that at 13:54:32 on the 21st of this year, the Sun will release the most powerful solar storm known so far, and its strong electromagnets will unreservedly wipe out all the material within a radius of 35,412 light years of the Sun, including the Earth on which human beings depend.

The U.S. government immediately relayed the bad news to the chief leaders of the rest of the world via high-speed Internet. With the sad permission of world leaders, hundreds of millions of televisions around the world switched to core American television at the same time. Under the incomprehensible gaze of people around the world, the host said sadly: "Audience. Now for the sad news. Speaking of which, the host's choking made the global audience feel unanimous and restless, "The legendary end of the world will come tomorrow." When the time comes, the fire will take us. ”

The host's words undoubtedly caused an uproar, and everyone looked at him with fear on their faces.

Global agitation, fear and panic dominate people's minds of reason. There was no more laughter in the streets, replaced by the terrifying screams that echoed all day long. The presenter, who used to be hippie and smiling, was sluggish, muttering "God forbid." At this time, the dirty notion that people once regarded time as dung also disappeared with the fear in people's hearts. The people in the streets no longer roam in good spirits, but trotted without exception, trying to cherish the precious "mess" time they had not cherished.

Foolish humans finally realized the preciousness of time at the moment when they themselves would be erased from the history of time by the universe. In this way, the passing of mankind has a hint of meaning.

At this last moment, people become the only home to enjoy on this disappearing planet. People in rich countries no longer worry about "whether the pork is flooded" or "whether the travel agency has a business license", etc., they only care about taking out the treasures and foreign objects that they are "buried" in the safe to have a good time, and they only care about throwing a lot of the money they are afraid of to be in the luxury market, and enjoy the luxury that they once did not dare to enjoy. Even those who are still destitute enjoy the pleasure of the moment: they have finally eaten a satisfying feast in their lifetimes, and finally met the "legendary car". And those wanderers who have been sweating and working hard all year round have also dialed the phone messages at this moment to go home for reunion, just wanting to cross the sea of doom with their lonely families.

The time of the end has come. Christians and non-believers around the world fell to their knees in unison, and their trembling mouths prayed faintly for God to save their families, even if it was at the cost of their own lives.

In just an instant, the sky suddenly turned blood red, so red and so weird. People close their eyes and accept Satan's judgment.

Somehow, after 3 hours of suffering for what seemed like 300 years, people were still unharmed. Could it be that the prediction failed?

"No! It's them! Have you seen "The Man in Black"? It's they who released "A-Net"! At this time, mankind still has no idea.

It was soon discovered that the earth was covered in a layer of reticulated microfibers, and it still showed signs of being burned by the superheat.

Who saved us?

"Director, there is a time-travel machine on the scene, we have checked it and found that we can only go back to the era of the Beast Fighting a hundred years ago, do we want to send the best agents on our side....."

"A hundred years ago, in the orc era, we have missed many opportunities before, have we investigated the origin of this machine?" The director looked at the report from his subordinates, and raised his head to look at the machine in the instrument, presumably the so-called time and space travel machine.

This machine doesn't look big, it seems to be able to hold only one person, but the specific and useful information still has to be investigated by those guys under his hands.

"This machine, as if it appeared out of thin air, can't find any useful information at all, but the only thing that is certain is that we can go back to our time, and we can find the savior of that time through the useful information of the present!"

"This is an opportunity, but also an opportunity for our entire human race, after the savior repelled the demons outside the sky, he has disappeared, and the entire human race has fallen into a place of no return, and now the people who are sent back must find the savior, with the butterfly effect, we can continue to survive in the future. ”

The subordinate did not speak, only nodded.

"But who to send, it's a difficult question, do you have any recommendations?" the director looked at his men, a little desperate to get an answer from the mouth.

After his subordinate said a lip shape, the director took a step back, he was frightened.

"Do you really want to call him?"

We are human beings and we are demons.

The Cannon King fell in the snow, and there were snowflakes fluttering around him. The gunshot wound in his chest was numb from the cold, and he let out a dull pain. The blood that had already flowed turned the surrounding snow into red grains. The Cannon King gasped, and the exhaled gas condensed into a fine and faint white mist in the air. He felt the physical strength in his body drain quickly. He was like a passerby in the desert, trying to reach out and grasp the mirage in front of him

, but in vain, finally reluctantly gave up, waiting for the arrival of death.

The Cannon King is just a down-and-out magician. And today is Christmas Eve, the day before the birth of the legendary Son Jesus. The smell of food wafts through the streets, and I don't know which shop is playing "Silent Night", and the beautiful melody echoes in the air.

On this blessed day, the Cannon King ushered in his death, just because he accidentally witnessed the transactions of some people in black. The Cannon King can still remember the item that was traded, a beautifully decorated chest. Made of animal skin, the texture of which is not very clear in the dim light of the alley, in the center of the chest, a cross carved in metal relief, on which the fallen angel is bound, seems to be roaring.

Just like those bloody TV series, the Gun King was also discovered. Easily, the man in black caught him. The overwhelming force made the Cannon King tremble like a mouse being watched. You can see that those people are in a hurry. The six people at the head took out a cigarette from the cigarette case in their arms, lit it, took a deep breath, and then said coldly, "Kill." ”

The tone was colder than the ice of winter.

A man in black fired several shots at the left chest of the Cannon King, watched the whistling bullets penetrate the Cannon King's chest, and hurriedly threw him in the deserted alley, leaving him to fend for himself.

And no one thought that the heart of the Gun King grew on the right side. It was this unusual structure that gave him a few more minutes to live.

It was also a few minutes of life that the wheel of fate was misaligned and began to spin again and again. The bronze gears snap together with a "click" sound......

It's like a dream, it's like a murmur......

The Cannon King's vision began to blur, the strength of his whole body was almost to the limit, and the whole person was extremely tired, but he still tried his best to reach out and grab something.

Out of nowhere, the sound of the famous "Silent Night" became louder and louder, lingering in my ears. The chill of ice and snow ate away at his mind.

Rattle.

The boots made a sound on the snow and gradually approached. Then the Cannon King heard a seductive voice and said in a low voice: "Ha, nice eyes, sad, but burning the flame of survival." You still want to live......"

"I ...... I want to live...... Stay alive ......" The Cannon King didn't know if what was in front of him was another illusion, but he was still unwilling to give up any chance. Then the Cannon King felt himself out of the snow. It turned out that the man bent down and hugged the dying Cannon King, like a pair of deepest lovers hugging each other: "Then fall into the eternal night!"

The mouth was open, and the two white fangs shone with a cold light.

The song echoed in the silent night sky like a requiem mass.

Time 15：22：30

An ordinary living room.

Bang Bang Bang!

Fingers twitched on the keyboard, two Apple computer monitors flashed, and a clock on one wall showed that it was past nine o'clock in the morning. Two people in front of the computer are wearing headphones, their eyes glued to the screen, and their four hands are dancing on the keyboard. As the phrase "The CT Legion wins" popped up on the screen, the man on the left took off his headphones and cheered.

He was dressed in a black tight shirt, the top two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his handsome collarbones and vague chest, a pair of dark jeans, and a pair of black boots, his face was full of seduction, and his skin was so fair that women would be jealous. The other person gave him a blank look, took off his headphones and put them aside, rubbed his hair, and said helplessly: "Shaq, is it necessary to be so excited? It's not the first time to win." ”

"Cannon King, you don't know how rewarding it is to watch the hero you play with take a blood and cut down the other party's hometown!" the man known as Shaq stretched, his bones making a loud noise. The clothes outlined his perfect muscles. "But...... The reaction of the blood clan is not comparable to that of those schoolchildren......" The Cannon King gave him a blank look and said.

The other person who was there was none other than the Cannon King who was supposed to die!

At this time, except for his pale face, the Cannon King looked no different from ordinary people. He spun his chair, picked up a glass of Coke from the table full of snack bags, took a sip, and then frowned, muttering, "I still can't get used to it......" "Nonsense," Shaq clicked the mouse, stared at the screen, and said casually, "The Bloods can eat something else, but they just can't feel the taste and satiety." I remember it took me almost half a year to get used to it...... We eat these snacks just to follow the gluttonous urge of the past. ”

Yes, on that night, the Cannon King, who was supposed to die, was turned into a blood clan by Shaq.

Who said that vampires must live in an ancient castle and live in a coffin, have you ever seen a blood clan holding Saber's life-length pillow and turning over and over on the bed; who said that the blood clan must be rich and handsome, have you ever seen a life constraint and have to use the eyes of the blood clan to make money to play games; who said that the blood clan only drinks old red wine or something, have you ever seen a vampire who pulls himself to a food stall to drink beer in the middle of the night and is also known as a vampire who integrates into human society!

Thinking of this, the Cannon King couldn't help but hold his forehead and sigh, and complained in his heart: "Shaq's existence is to destroy the image of the blood clan......"

The Cannon King stood up, walked to the edge of the couch, and fell backwards, letting the whole person nest in the couch. The soft leather sofa hugged him like a myriad of hands, and the Gun King glanced sideways at the bright sunlight on the balcony, the orange sunlight stopped not far from him, and the wooden floor drew a clear line.

The line between light and darkness......

The Gun King subconsciously stretched out his hand, his slender fingers exposed to the sun, shining like diamonds, and then there was a sharp pain, like a flame scorching his skin.

Syllable!

Shaq left the computer at some point and walked over to the Cannon King, his left hand gripped his wrist tightly, and pulled his hand back from the sunlight. "Although the Bloodline has the ability to regenerate itself, there is no need to be so masochistic. Shaq said lightly: "We are blood clans, demons. Sunlight is just poison to us. Do not linger on the light, for you will be burned by the light...... Not even the scum left!"

"In this world, you have nothing left but me and the night. ”

"Do you choose the light, or do you want to hide in the darkness?"

The January night wind still carried the bitterness of winter, and the wind blew some pain on the face. Only a few withered leaves curled on the empty road, and finally fell to the ground, like Olive who fell to the ground and died in "Swan Lake".

So beautiful, and so sad.

"Do you have to prey on humans?" said the Cannon King, rubbing his hands in an alley, to Shaq beside him. "Nonsense, we're blood, how can we live without sucking blood. Shaq knocked on the cannon king's head and said, "This is the first time you've gone to hunt humans." In the world of the Bloods, no one is innocent, including me. You can only be accepted if you have hunted humans. Humans are just prey to us. Go, Cannon King, and make your medals with human blood, and of course, hone your skills at the same time. Shaq broke off a branch from the tree next to him, put it in his hand and crumpled it into powder: "If you want to act as light in the dark, then there is only one end, and that is to be eliminated!"

"But I really don't want to kill people, let alone suck human blood. We...... We weren't ...... before Isn't it a medical blood sucking bag......" The Cannon King turned his head away, twisted the hem of his clothes with both hands, and whispered. Shaq seemed to have heard the most unbearable thing, grabbed the collar of the Cannon King with both hands, picked him up, stared at the Cannon King with both eyes, the green tendons on his temples beating, and said coldly: "What are you still nostalgic for the past! The environment has changed, the world has changed, you and I have changed, the only thing that remains unchanged is the theorem of the jungle of the jungle in the past or the world of steel and concrete today! In order to survive, you can only choose the night! Give up the so-called human nature! Even if it is difficult to give up! Otherwise, one day you'll die under that thing!"

"One day, you will find that the light is nothing but hypocrisy, and only the real darkness can we walk in it. ”

After speaking, Shaq seemed to hear something, gently put down the Cannon King, looked sideways at the road outside, and whispered, "Someone is coming, according to the plan!" The Cannon King nodded helplessly. Shaq picked up the Cannon King and threw him out......

Pounce.

The Cannon King rolled twice on the ground. His body had been strengthened since he became a Bloodliner, and at least this level of damage was something he could ignore at all. He pretended to be seriously injured and groaned on the ground.

Followed by the sound of hurried footsteps, the Cannon King felt someone approaching him. "What's wrong with you, sir?" a crisp voice sounded.

"I ...... I'm ......" the Cannon King said intermittently, while sneaking a glance at the comer.

It was a young girl, about twenty years old, with a delicate melon seed face, hair hanging down to her waist like a waterfall, and wearing a white sweater.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" said the girl, frantically pulling out her phone. "Ahem...... cough...... "Cannon King" said weakly, "Can you help me up first?" The girl hurriedly went to help the Cannon King. The Cannon King felt himself being held by the girl's hand, and the girl's body fragrance mixed with the breath of human beings constituted an indescribable temptation. The Cannon King felt like a red-hot piece of iron had been inserted into his throat, the emptiness in his belly that made him almost crazy, and the hunger rooted in the depths of his soul made his canine teeth ache. The girl's slender neck was exposed in front of the Cannon King's eyes, and the slightly beating major arteries showed blue.

The Cannon King's teeth rattled, the deadly hunger in his stomach made him tremble, his hands clenched, and the green tendons stood out.

Suddenly, the Cannon King opened his eyes, and his dark eyes reflected the girl's pure face. He opened his mouth to bite down, but he couldn't go down half an inch as if he had been immobilized. And the girl's face showed a complicated expression, pitiful, hateful......

In her hand, she was holding a silver cross at this time!

The girl ruffled her hair, tied it into a long braid, then put the cross around her neck and smiled at the two vampires: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Vampires. Let me introduce myself, my name is Yun Mi, and I am a saint, a saint hunter who specializes in hunting vampires!"

Saint Hunter is a special profession in the American region of the future world that specializes in hunting monsters.

Vampires are one of the weirdos in the Americas.

"It's two to one now. Shaq licked his lips and pretended to look fiercely at Yun Mi in front of him and said. "Yes. Out of the shadows behind the street came a delicate-looking man, wearing headphones and occasionally humming, "It's two against two now." Then, as if suddenly remembered, he looked at the two vampires with a smile and said, "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Wind Endless, and I am also a saint hunter!"

Shaq's face was heavy, the Cannon King tensed his body, Feng Wu took off his headphones and hung them around his neck, and Shami stood still beside Feng Wu.

"As long as you want, why are you so obsessed with it, and keep going further and further into the darkness. ”

(In fact, this cannon king is a box boss, and he will only give it for nothing every day, and he will send it for a while.) ）