The banquet is still going on.

Mayne, the genius of Black Purple City, a pure-blooded descendant of the powerful fifth-level spirit ring Angolo, didn't seem to take the previous matter to heart, he was receiving a welcome, there were a lot of flowers and applause, a lot of boasting, and a lot of beautiful girls adoring their eyes.

Not only Mo Lin and the other fourth-level true intentions, but even the other people, Mayne, who was intoxicated by the joy, also did not pay the slightest attention.

Serov's face was gloomy, and he was quietly watching the scene in front of him.

After a few moments, Serov turned and walked to the back of the hall, his body slowly disappearing into darkness and shadow.

In the shadows ahead, there was already someone waiting somewhere, none other than Byron, Angolo's personal butler.

"Byron. Serov stared at Byron in front of him, roaring, a thick, muffled sound in his throat, and his dark brown hair stood up, as if he were not a vampire, but a real lion.

Serov...... Hmm!"

Byron looked at Serov, he bowed slightly, and wanted to say something, but the next moment, Serov's body moved, and he rushed directly and slammed Byron against the wall.

Byron groaned and screamed in pain, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word, and in front of him was a pair of eyes that were constantly staring at him.

"Byron, old Byron, have you forgotten your agreement with me, didn't you say that you would help me become the future master of Black and Purple City??" Serov's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly roared, "How can you help me in this scene now, you say, how can you help me?!"

"Look, look, Mayne, my nephew Mayne, how much praise he has received, his blood is very pure, after that, he married three vampire brides, not to mention his more pure-blooded descendants, just himself, his own blood will be further purified, you originally said, Mayne's blood is problematic, but now you tell me, what is wrong with him?" Serov's arm pressed heavily on Byron's throat, and his eyes were extremely fierce.

Byron's face had turned extremely pale, and he wanted to speak, but he was only exhaling with difficulty, and it looked extremely difficult.

Serov quietly looked at Byron, who was struggling, and after a long time, when Byron was about to lose his hold, he moved his palm and let go of Byron.

"Byron, old Byron, don't forget, you said you were coming to my aid. Serov leaned over, he looked at Byron, who was coughing incessantly and looked extremely embarrassed, stretched out his hand, gently pulled Byron's messy collar, he looked into Byron's eyes, and said, "Don't you forget, got it?"

"No...... Won't forget. Byron kept coughing, he looked a little flustered, and he didn't dare to look at Serov.

Serov smiled slightly, he helped Byron to straighten the collar of his clothes, and then slowly stood up, and said, "It will be the blood moon in the near future, and when the time comes, Mayne will come to marry his bride, this is our last chance, we can't miss it here." ”

"No, no, Serov...... Cough...... Ahem......"

Byron slowly stood up, he was talking, but his voice was staccato and sounded very difficult.

"It won't be good. Serov turned around, gave Byron one last look, and said, "Byron, God will not bless you, all we can do is believe in ourselves." ”

With that, Serov turned around and slowly left.

Byron sat on the floor for a moment before slowly standing up against the wall.

As if nothing had happened, he returned to the feast, and went on with other things, and finally, after a long time, the feast was over, and Byron had the servants tidy it up, and when everything was restored, he turned and left.

But Byron did not return to his room to rest, he came to the corner of a staircase, stood still in front of the darkness, and as his lips moved slightly, soon the darkness here changed silently, and appeared in an eerie dark door.

On the other side of the door was a staircase, winding down, not knowing where it leads.

Byron didn't hesitate much about the new staircase, and as soon as he moved, he walked straight in.

He walked a long distance, up the stairs, through the tunnels, through the last stretch of the road, and finally, he appeared in an underground hall.

It was dim and shimmering.

Byron stepped straight forward to the front of the high platform, and he looked at the many black-robed believers gathered below, and a hint of obsession appeared on his face.

"God ......"

"God, God......"

The believers raised their arms in the air and cheered.

"God, God. Byron turned, and he looked at a huge statue in front of the platform, shrouded in great darkness, with only a faint strange shape, and his face showed a look of great adoration and fanaticism.

"You have gone above and beyond all, may you bless you. ”

"God, the blood moon is coming, and the time we have been waiting for for a long, long time is important, so please be patient. ”

Byron said as he knelt on the ground and drew a strange prayer gesture on his chest, praying to the statue in front of him.

Many of the believers below the platform also knelt on the ground, chanting the name of God and praying.

There was an indescribable aura in the air, the incomparable fanaticism in the whole hall, the faith of those who were devout, and in front of it, above the statue, there were black waves of phantom, coo, as if it were ocean waves, and as if it was an innumerable quagmire.

A faint purple light appeared in the eyes of the gods, and it kept flowing.

God finally opened his eyes and stared silently at the believers on earth.

In a trance, countless moving voices rang out.

God.

God......

............

The courtyard is deep, and the tall canopy of trees supports the branches, casting a dense shade of trees.

There was an old man dressed in sackcloth under the big tree, he stared at the notches on the stone table, his eyes were warm, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was caught in some thought.

Mary came to the bottom of the tree, and she looked at the old man, feeling a little uneasy.

"His Majesty the Pope. ”

Mary bowed to the old man, looking very respectful.

She was indeed very respectful, as the old man in sackcloth was the Pope of the Eternal Light, and at the same time, he was one of only two sixth-level thrones in the wizarding world.

Throne of Light.

His name is Calfinor, and he has been a throne for a long, long time, and has guarded the eternal light for a long, long time.

"Mary, you shouldn't have come. Calfinor raised his eyes, looked at Mary in front of him, and said lightly, his eyes were warm, but there was an indescribable power in them, which made Mary lower her head, not daring to look at him, and said: "Angolo They killed our priest of eternal light, although you are a priest in red, but you are here, it is also very dangerous." ”

"Your Majesty, I'm just, just ......"

Mary's lips twitched slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"He called you over. As if he had thought of something, Calfino laughed and said, "The one you brought back from the Duchy of Lionheart's Flame, their second prince, Alan. ”

Allan?

The man who stole the flame and left the Duchy of Lionheart as if walking in the endless light.

"I've spoken to him. ”

Mary was silent for a moment, then she continued, "But, actually, I wanted to come and see for myself. ”

"Your Majesty, I know it's dangerous here, but I want to know why I can't become a true red-clothed priest. ”

"Yes, I am the bloodline of the Night Bat, and it is one of the purest pure bloods, but you adopted me, and have been using the power of light to cleanse my body, I don't have the slightest dark breath now, so to speak, I am a human girl, step by step to this point, finally, not long ago, I became a fourth-level true meaning, but I can't become a judge of the great priest. ”

"Your Majesty...... His Majesty...... I can't pull out the sword of judgment, no matter how hard I try, I can't pull it out. ”

Mary spoke, her shoulders twitching slightly, looking very painful.

At her waist, there was a black cross sword, which hung quietly from her waist, hanging down, motionless, and looking extremely indifferent.

"Mary, child, my child. Calfino came to Mary's side, he sighed, stretched out his hand, patted Mary's shoulder gently, and said: "Judgment, the Grand Priest of the Judgment who has cut down all darkness, Mary, you have just become a fourth-level true meaning now, this is too heavy for you, you ......"

"Your Majesty, when I was nine years old, I took the sword of judgment from you, and I decided that in this life, judgment is my destiny. ”

"Be the companion of the light, and cut out the darkness. ”

Mary's voice was soft, but there was an indescribable firmness in her voice.

Calfino looked at Mary silently, and he shook his head.

"In Black Purple City, you can draw the Sword of Judgment. He looked at Mary and said this.

"You don't need to kill your three sisters when you go to the Blood Moon. ”

Mary's body shuddered.

She raised her head, looked at Calfino in front of her, moved her body, and bowed down again.

"Thank you...... Your Majesty, thank you, thank you for telling me. She whispered.

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