It's a little better on the hill than down the hill.

At least there was some green hiding on the trail, and there were no bodies.

The whole road up the mountain climbs in a straight line to the uphill, without extra twists and turns, and it is very direct.

But it's also long, very long.

Long Chen Senran: They walked on the mountain road for at least ten minutes, and they still couldn't see the shadow of the temple at the peak.

It's a bit like a pre-pilgrimage where the gods have to make mortals go a long way to wear down their patience and physical strength in order for them to express their greatest reverence for themselves.

The vampire seemed to think of himself as a god.

"He probably intended to make us so tired that we couldn't even walk, so that we could pick the most delicious food one by one." Chen Senran whispered a joke to the two people around him.

Because little Anne is asleep again, the girl who is asleep should not hear the vulgar and bloody jokes of adults.

Neither Old Du nor Gulagas laughed.

Chen Senran's joke is not funny.

Not at all.

The two of them tensed their faces, trying to adjust their breath all over their bodies, and grasped what they could hold in their hands.

Weapons.

Horsewhips and kegs.

The two of them were serious like soldiers about to go on an expedition.

"It's not necessary, is it?" Chen Senran still said messy and relaxed words.

But his hand unconsciously hugged the little girl in his arms more tightly, making the sleeping little girl struggle and unconsciously say: "If you are annoyed, I will beat you!! ”

Immature voice.

Crisp intonation.

Before the Great War.

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

All three nervous men laughed.

It's like a ray of sunshine at its finest.

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When the sun rises to the highest heavens.

The door of that temple finally appeared in front of the eyes of the three people.

It was an ancient, old dilapidated stone door that should have been weathered in the long river of history.

It didn't close, half of it collapsed against the doorframe, revealing a gap for the wind to pass through, allowing time to connect the temple with the mortal air.

Gulagas stepped forward and delicately lifted the heavy-looking door panel and placed it aside.

There was no sound, not even the slightest sound of stone chips falling.

Because the stone door was frozen forever at some point. It will not decay again.

It's just that old all the time.

Behind the stone gate is a courtyard, and the grass in the courtyard is separated, and there are rotten statues scattered around the grass that are as old as the stone gate.

They were so torn apart that it was impossible to see what the statues were or how majestic they were.

The definition of history and new era is best interpreted here.

In the center of the courtyard is a large hall of the same stone that should have been carried away by the years. The spire, the lines are cold and hard and presumptuous, tall and quaint.

There are dense incomprehensible lines carved into its surface, slender long lines that run from the bottom to the piercing spire, and the sunlight shines down from it, spreading along the spire, scattering into those lines. It flows like flowing water to the bottom.

It's like life, it's like blood circulation.

Vampires should inhabit it.

"Shall I go first?" Gulagas asked, but raised the barrel and slammed it towards the stone door of the temple, which was also occupied by vein-like lines.

"Ahh

The excellent sunlight shone in from the outer world, dispelling the darkness of the years inside.

There is no imaginary blood rushing, there is no imaginary terrible face.

Everything was calm as if a group of travelers had accidentally broken into an old temple deep in the mountains, and they pushed open the wooden door of the years, responding to them only the loneliness and the strong smell of years of precipitation.

"Go in and have a look." Chen Senran shrugged his shoulders. But the whole person never relaxed.

Although he hadn't taken off the Forbidden Demon Bracelet yet, the killer instinct that had been ingrained in his body had already been activated.

All the wind and grass around him will be discovered by him.

But it's a pity. Nothing.

Gulagas led the way into the dusty hall, and the three of them were rather trembling and advancing cautiously.

But until the body sitting in the center of the hall could be seen clearly, the danger did not occur.

"He seems to be...... He's dead. Chen Senran lit a little spark on the tip of his fingers, and did the only extreme ability he could do now, illuminating the corpse that was located in the center of the entire hall.

It's a dried corpse.

A dry corpse with an extremely peaceful and solemn appearance. It sat cross-legged, its hands on its knees, its head bowed, like a monk who had passed on his life's knowledge and sat down peacefully.

Behind this high monk is a huge altar, but there is nothing to be offered on it. It's like a silent reflection that the sitting monk was once the only true god in this world.

"He seems to have been drained of blood...... "Guracas asked himself in a bewildered tone, "but...... The legendary vampire, not a ...... Monks? ”

The dried corpse was wrapped in an old, but perfectly recognizable, undecayed simple monk's robe carved with dense veins.

Those dense veins reflected an eerie red light in the faint firelight.

Like blood.

"The vampire ended up dying of blood loss? The legend was ended many years ago by someone who doesn't know who is in the way? What kind of rotten story is this? Chen Senran frowned, and made a joke that was not funny again, "It's really ironic, it's really disappointing......

Is...... A false alarm?

"No- I'm going to correct you, I have to correct you!!"

At this moment, a person's voice suddenly sounded in the dark and silent hall, high-pitched and long, almost like a dark night opera singing without lights on some big stage.

The tail note also has a bit of a long, elegant trill.

The hall suddenly lit up with scarlet lights, like scarlet blood.

A man who was never supposed to exist in this hall appeared on the huge, unadorned altar.

"The vampire didn't die, the vampire never died, he just gave up a dirty old skin and gained a new immortality in this new full body." The man was still chanting his dark night lines, and he spread his body across the platform as he read it slowly.

He was dressed in a scarlet blood-like robe that revealed fine veins flowing like veins in the scarlet lamp, his hair was snow-white, his face was handsome, and his fangs were sharp.

He smiled, and whispered his last words in the scarlet shadow building: "Oh no, it's not a vampire, I don't like the term vampire, please call me great...... Scarlet Reaper, Vladimir. ”

He pronounced the last few words in an esoteric tone, like the breath of God. (To be continued......)