Today is a day to remember. An alien god who asserts sovereignty in the Federation. Now this god, and the guy who contributed to this fact, are chatting. We've seen what we've talked about.

It's not that they don't have the consciousness of creating history by themselves, they are just in the center, and they can't understand the impact of the historical process on the world just by watching the conversation between these two guys, and we should look outward.

We don't have to look around without a goal, we have a goal—the dazzling streamers that rush into the sky and head west, enveloping the Federation......

Not all the streamers flew to the west, a streamer stopped over Barton as its companions headed west, and then faded its dazzling brilliance lightly, softly, and quietly, and landed.

"Stop. Frank stopped Thomas Gangero as he passed by, "You don't look the same anymore." ”

"Yes, yes?"

"Yes~" Frank beckoned, "You come here~come~come~~"

"Uh......" Thomas approached Frank uncomfortably, his shoulders held down, involuntarily moved, facing a mirror.

"Look~" Frank pointed to Thomas's image in the mirror, "Do you see it~It's different~"

"Yes, yes......" Thomas looked at himself in the mirror very seriously. Thomas Gangero in the mirror faithfully replicates all the details of Thomas's movements—staring at the mirror in confusion.

Frank narrowed his eyes and stared at Thomas in the mirror.

This picture is quite weird, naturally there is no Frank in the mirror, so the picture shown in the mirror is the side of Thomas Gangero's face, and there are two red points of light suspended in the air.

Thomas's confusion begins to turn into fear - he fears that Fran, who is holding him down on the shoulder, will suddenly lick himself......

Don't think crookedly, 'licking' is one of the ways Lesembra gets information, we mentioned it before.

And Thomas, as a Gangero, doesn't want to be 'licked' by Lesenbra's ancestors.

Frank really made a sudden move, and he raised his hand to press Thomas's left chest.

"Hmm!" a dull grunt, Thomas no longer looked at himself in the mirror, staring at Frank's hand pressed against his chest, "Sir, it hurts......"

Frank didn't react, and the force in his hand increased.

Thomas is beginning to be overwhelmed by the pressure, literally - the vampire's vital point is being oppressed by a vampire clan far greater than his own. Thomas began to struggle, "Sir, stop!"

Frank didn't stop. The dynamics continue.

Thomas's body began to twist. On the one hand, from the pain, on the other hand, from the desire to survive in the crisis - Thomas begins to deform. He didn't have the wolf-like body he wanted to use for the attack at all, and directly chose the form that was more suitable for escaping from the bat, and his body shrank in the twist.

Click.

Thomas's transfiguration was interrupted, and he hung limply on Frank's arm. Frank's palm, which had broken through the defenses of his chest, pinched Thomas's heart. It was too late.

Frank still has an empty hand, and now he uses his empty hand to pick up Thomas's head that has given up survival, "You don't think I'm trying to kill you~"

Thomas's gaze was lifted back to the level of the mirror, and he saw that his chest was covered in blood, "Then why ......" yes, why, Thomas was just passing by, he really didn't want to listen to Sissi complain about her high school life after she came back from school, and he just wanted to go out for a walk......

"Didn't you see that something was trying to steal something from you~" In the mirror, next to Thomas's image, two points of red belonging to Frank narrowed into a line. Frank's words no longer seem to be saying to Thomas, "Hehe, what I have in my hand (Thomas's heart) right now, is that what you want?"

"What, what? What are you talking about?" asked Thomas.

Frank didn't seem to bother to answer...... I rubbed what I was holding in my hand...... Thomas leaned on Frank's arm, not daring to move a bit.

Frank continued to speak into the mirror, "If you don't answer, then I'll destroy this heart." ”

Thomas's heart, literally, hangs up.

"I'll give you three seconds to decide. "Frank is in a hurry, "two, one......"

A stream of light became more and more dazzling in Thomas's horror, and then burst out of the mirror, rose into the sky, and disappeared.

Frank let go of Thomas, and wiped the blood stains on Thomas's clothes with a smile on his face, "It's okay~What do you want to do~"

The only streamer left at Patton seems to have retreated in vain, so let's go and see some streamers flying west.

They crossed the east, crossed the center...... No, the streamers, which account for most of the numbers, stopped in the middle, just like in Barton. Scattered like the stars in the time and space at night, they are light, soft, and fade their own light, and fall into the city in the middle.

But we don't need to stop in the middle. Why?

Because in the middle, there is no such 'existence' as Frank, is there.

But we can temporarily delay a little in the middle for the sake of two people we know.

Murphy glanced at the shop window on the side of the street and stopped, "Something is looking at me." ”

"Huh?" Miley also stopped, facing the window, and ruffled her hair, "Who?"

Murphy was silent for a moment, "It's nothing, let's go." ”

Just for a short time, that's enough.

The rest of the streamers all flew into the west.

They did not land, they revolved around the sun. Don't be confused, let's focus on the West and the West, which has the same existence as Frank. Tsmich's ancestor, Bob.

Bob seemed to be basking in the sun on the rooftop of Toledo's 200-year-old villa, idle, when he suddenly squinted and looked at the sky.

"Son~" Bob beckoned, "Come here~ See what those are?"

Craig trotted over to his father, looking up and squinting, "The sun?"

"It's not ~on the edge of the sun~"

"Sundial?"

"You're stupid, the sun halo will turn around on its own~"

"No, I don't know, my eyes will be glazed after looking at the sun for a long time. He pursed his lips and stopped looking at the sky, and looked down at his father helplessly, "Cappadocia came to Giovanni again to discuss the rescue of Charlie 1 Torredo, we ......"

Bob didn't seem to want to hear this, and still looked at the sun, no, he was looking at the outer periphery of the sun, and the circle could easily be ignored as a halo. Bob waved his hand, "It's about the key to the gate of heaven, the Demon Banquet itself has a disagreement, and the main owner Zack doesn't worry about it, so let's not ...... participate" Bob himself stopped talking and began to move his gaze. Away from the sun, the target is very clear to move the direction of the focused gaze.

Craig noticed his father's unusual behavior, of course, but when he looked up......

You know, it's light, it's soft, it's faded...... Craig didn't see anything.

"Uh-huh~" Bob's gaze fell on a spot in Vega City. I mentioned it before, Zack's 200-year-old villa has an excellent view~ Suddenly asked Craig, "Does Cappadocia know where Lesenbra kept Charlie?"

"I don't think I know. ”

"There. Bob pointed to the spot where his gaze landed, "Go tell Cappadocia~hehehe~"

"Well, aren't we not involved? ”

"Seems to be interesting~"

Do you understand what 'interesting' is?

It was the purpose of 'Jian' to contact Zach in the Federation.

Now go back to the scene where Frank and Thomas lived, what was in Thomas's heart? There was the key to Heaven's Gate, what all the vampire users of the Toredo surname lost after Sissi undid the back hand she had buried in her surname.