Negvi is undoubtedly beautiful, she has an unrivaled pure bloodline, and noble bloodlines are often accompanied by flawless skin.

Thin as snow complexion, not sickly, rosy red lips, blood-red eyes, slender waist, knee-length black hair......

Yun Chu supported the lower jaw.

The Templars would not turn their backs on the light and the norms, and it would be a little difficult to get those old stubborn people to change their stereotypes and conclude an equal treaty with the Bloods.

"Cassiu."

She looked up at the closed door, and a cold voice rang out.

Behind the door was a pale man dressed in black.

"Your Excellency, please instruct."

The man bowed respectfully, his right hand resting on his left shoulder, in a gesture of great piety and humility.

"What do you think of the temple?" The girl on the throne had a strand of black hair wrapped around her fingers, and her bloodshot eyes were drooping, playing carelessly.

The voice was cold, revealing a coercion that the Blood Clan could not resist.

Cassiu's legs trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but want to get to his knees.

- This is the suppression of the blood from the blood clan.

Kasiu poked out the vampire's sharp fangs, his eyes flashing.

When it comes to the Temple, the Dark Race also has an innate aversion and hatred.

"The temple depends on the gods, and without the protection of the gods, then, Lord Negwe, the temple will be nothing more than an ethereal pavilion in the sky, vulnerable to attack."

The man licked his pale lips.

The temple depends on the gods, and the gods are not on earth.

The reason why the temple has nothing to fear is because of a statue given by the gods.

When the statue is there, the temple will be blessed by the divine light and receive a steady stream of light.

The Templars would also be born like an assembly line.

Because of this, the human race has the power of light to resist the dark race.

But......

What if the idol is gone?

Without the indirect protection of the gods, the Temple, and indeed the entire human race, will be like small and pitiful ants in the face of the dark forces.

"My lord, if we have a way to steal the idols, the temple will inevitably be in chaos, and when the time comes, a treaty with our people will be the best option for them."

There was a touch of excitement in the man's blood pupils, and the blood in his body began to boil.

When the temple loses the protection of light, at that moment, just thinking about it makes people's blood boil.

Cassius didn't restrain his emotions, he raised his eyes to look at the lord on the throne, and under the suppression of his blood, the man suddenly collected the excitement at the bottom of his eyes.

"What do you think, sir?"

Kasiu looked respectfully at the noble lord.

The girl propped up her chin and lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes like crow's feathers covering the moving blood pupils.

"Yes."

The theft of the idol, if successful, would have been a blow to the temple.

Without the protection of the gods, a pact with the Bloodline can maintain the balance between darkness and light.

But......

If the idol is so important, how can it be easily stolen by the dark forces?

This is undoubtedly a challenge.

Cassiu's pale figure was hidden in the night.

The girl on the throne touched her chin, thoughtful.

…

The first rays of dawn tore through the night, and the sacrosanct temple was bathed in golden sunlight, as if loved by the gods, and in front of this glittering light, every faithful believer seemed to be enlightened by the gods, and in the blue eyes was the deepest faith and love for the gods.

A row of snow-white carrier pigeons flew through the air, and the church bell was struck by the bell-ringer.

It's a new day.

At the alternation of light and darkness, a red figure blended into the golden hall before the darkness disappeared.

Gorgeous domes, delicate musical fountains, meadows, flowers, European buildings with white walls with spires, and tall snow-white statues of gods rise from the ground.

Along the way, Yun Chu looked at the statues one by one.

Ordinary.

It's too ordinary.

She didn't feel a single ounce of the power of light.