As I weaved through the rooms, pushing open the shelves, and opening the boxes, I was still thinking about that damn liar.

Tony will never have a chance to become the Sun King, I will use a dagger coated in the blood of a viper to cut off his fat head and big ears to use as a toilet....

The waste bell shouted, "It's here, isn't it?" ”

He managed to pry open the iron door of the auction house, and the light of the flashlight illuminated the room, and the auction items were all different and varied, and we saw the statue of the evil god Ix at first glance, and not surprisingly, the room was full of bones.

The statue of the evil god is in the shape of a woman in red who has been hanged.

I recalled the last two tragedies, and my heart palpitated, and my shadow came out of my palm, which made my lips dry, and a thin layer of sweat covered my skin, and I said, "You all go out, put the iron gate..."

Suddenly, the flashlight went out, and I stood in the empty corridor, the darkness extending infinitely, the chill seeping into my every vein, and I shouted, "Lamia! My dear! ”

I turned around, and the woman in red was staring at me with her head down, her pale face, her blood-red eyes, and her long black hair hanging down to my neck.

She looked a little embarrassed at me.

I said, "I... It's not to call you, I have a wife, sorry. ”

Her alabaster hand grabbed me, and I couldn't help but scream.

Fear squeezed my nerves, my brain like pincers, I heard cries of grief, I saw knives waving, blood splattering, I watched my loved ones grow feathers, fangs outstretched, ugly and twisted, and the smell of death, and I saw me cut off her body and burn her with fire.

It's Lamia's memory, the memory of the Waste Clock, the memory of Soles, their emotions converging into a sea of blood corpses that hit me. The Ix sisters used their miserable past to try to destroy me, and they tried to destroy them with my past.

I endured it as if I were falling into a cold cave of ice, and with a bang, I might have fallen into the desert, and the dust got into my nostrils and mouth.

Feeling half-truth, whose memory is this?

I saw Archon Missouri Tiado, he reached out and scratched the hair on my chin, I was in werewolf form at the moment, I was Legang, this was Legang's memory.

There was another person next to me, and he wasn't Michael, and he looked a lot like Legon, but Legang had short hair, and this guy had long hair.

Missouri said, "My hounds, the hunt has begun!" ”

The man had become a werewolf, and I grinned with him, and joy welled up in my heart, and how happy it was to be able to fight with my brother at night.

We were on all fours, completely wolf, the size of the icefield dire wolf, the largest wolf species in the world, and we ran over the dunes, which were enemy military camps, in which at least a hundred soldiers were stationed.

I, Le Gang, shouted to my brother: "You deal with the left, I deal with the right." ”

The brother shook his head and said, "I'm left, you're right, whoever kills more wins." ”

Le Gang grinned and said, "No cheating, no miscalculation." ”

The brother shouted, "I'll count to three....", and suddenly rushed down the hill, Le Gang smiled, and quickly caught up.

They began to kill, mad and cruel, Legang was blinded in the right eye and broke his hind leg, but he sucked the blood of the enemy, healed the wounds, and the camp changed from quiet to noisy and from noisy to quiet.

Legang calculated that he had killed seventy people, and he won, but he was not happy in his heart, on the contrary, he panicked. He knew that his brother was by no means inferior to him, and that the gap should not be so big.

He howled twice, sniffed the smell, and realized that his brother was not in the barracks. He wailed and looked for the smell and found his brother's body.

He ran around his brother, weeping on the ground, and fed his own blood to his brother, but the matter was irreparable, and the brother became shrunken and withered in Legang's arms, and quickly became dry bones.

Le Gang knew that it was impossible for a mortal to kill his brother, and he wanted to find the traces of the enemy, but the sun was already on the horizon, so Le Gang found a big rock, dug a hole for himself, and hid in it.

By night, he had lost all clues, and his anger had made him manic, but unlike the rest of the Bloods, unlike the rest of the Ganger (a vampire with wolf blood), he would not lose his mind even when he was furious.

He found his adoptive father, and Missouri shed blood and tears, and he stroked Legang's head and vowed to avenge his son.

And they did, an ugly group of blood-sucking banshees, mingling in the tents of the local nomads, who, by day, like beautiful women suffering from anemia, could not see the light, and at night they were the wildest and bloodthirstiest demons.

Legang learns that his brother had saved innocent mortals from them a few days ago, so they want revenge. They posed as women who had sold themselves to make fun in the army, and when their brothers stormed the tent, they were attacked by surprise.

He tied the heretics to the desert wilderness with his own hands, and when the day came, they were burned alive by the sun.

Legang did not understand how his brother could have died at the hands of this group of weak and incompetent banshees, which was simply a shame and unimaginable, and he also noticed that there was not much blood around his brother's body at that time.

He's escaped from them, he's safe, he's healing, someone else has killed him, a bloodline too strong to resist, a predator in control.

But Le Gang accepted this ending, and he had no objection to the conclusion of the matter. In most cases, the truth can only be known to the strong, and only the strong can avoid being killed by the deadly truth.

He ended his memory, and I was lifted by the steely will of Lesteel, and I left here and kept rising.

I broke through the darkness, broke free from the hallucination, and in the dim light, I saw a door with a fingerprint lock on the door and a bright light in the area of the eye.

I tried to use my fingerprint with the iris and the door opened.

An old voice sounded behind the door, and he said, "Welcome back, future me, I wonder if you are still called Longinus?" ”

I realized that the voice was not coming from a person, at least not from the person I am now, there was a laptop computer in front of me, and in the screen was Professor Longinus, whom I had seen several times and thought he was my ancestor, because he really looked like me.

Longinus said: "It's 2060, where are you?" How many years has it been? But what am I messing around? It's not easy for you to get here, but it's better to make a long story short. I used that statue of Ixes to create a passage to another dimension, and I have many, many things to tell you. ”

I had just recovered from a half-asleep state, and I asked, "Lacking?" But he didn't answer me.

My ancestors said, "To make a long story short, you are me, and I am the historical St. Longinus, the centurion who stabbed the Son to death." Stained with the blood of the saints, I was cursed and became a Bloodline, and a very old, mana Bloodline. I did not do evil as a kindred, but for the benefit of mankind, so they recognized me as a saint. ”

I tried to skip the conversation and pressed the spacebar, but to no avail, I yelled at the screen, "I don't know any history, what do you mean by 'I am you'?" If you have something to say, speak quickly, and my companions are down there. ”

Actually, I'm not sure what floor this is, if it's above the 40th floor or in the basement, I just want to find a way back to the auction house.

It's not some artificial intelligence, it's just a video waiting for me to arrive, so my questions are in vain.

Longinus said, "Now you are no longer a blood clan, and that is because of the peculiarity of the blood of the saints and my spiritual understanding. I can gradually get rid of the curse through self-sacrifice, reincarnation, and good deeds. By my generation, I had almost lost the characteristics of the Bloodline, but I had retained the power of the Bloodline. This is a realm that countless bloods have dreamed of throughout the ages, and I suspect that even Cain can't do it, if there really is such a number one person in history. ”

I understood what he meant, and at the same time was dissatisfied: "Why is there not much left of me?" ”

"You're probably vague and weak now, and that's normal, and if you can get here, it's proof you're 'alive,' right?" said Longinus. Normally, it would take a hundred years or so from my rebirth to my full recovery, and after a hundred years, you would be a great man comparable to the ancestors of the Blood Clan. But the reason why I'm here is to give you a little help and speed up the process. ”

I hurriedly said, "Then hurry up!" ”

"The destruction of the world is caused by a variety of factors, and each side has different theories and responses," Longinus said. ”

My scalp was numb, my hands and feet were cold, and I didn't expect him to divert the topic at the most critical point.

"The Ancients of the Bloodline were the first to anticipate the imminent end of the world—they believed that the ancestor Cain would one day awaken and gather the blood of all the Bloodlines in his body to fulfill his purpose of becoming God," Longinus said. So, when the world became turbulent and dangerous around 2040, they began to build protective objects, or open up alternate spaces, and hide in them for a long time. ”

I yawned to express my displeasure, but he didn't know it. I never knew that a person could be so long-winded and annoying, even though that person claimed to be myself from the last century.

Longinus said, "The Bloods were wrong, it was not Cain who destroyed the world, but the Ancients among them did escape the catastrophe.

It is the sun that really destroys humanity, it kills tens of billions of people in a single day, and the sun's light produces a strange component, and those who are irradiated by the sun's rays, even if they are only exposed to a little bit, will melt into blood and water, remain liquid for about an hour, and then they will return to themselves, but they are no longer the same as before. They will do everything they can to get close to other people, other creatures, to merge with them or their flesh and blood. ”

I found myself shuddering, and I asked, "The Sun King?" ”

"Such creatures, or rather, call themselves 'sun kings,' produce great pleasure, induce religious fanaticism, and are eager to share them with others," Longinus said. Only extremely special humans can avoid direct mutation, but I guess they will not be able to avoid the fate of being assimilated or killed by the Sun King.

I don't know how long the Sun Kings live, although they claim to be eternal, but I don't think so, if no one can merge for a long time, they will fall into a deep sleep and shrink into statues, or melt into the ground, or hide in plants.

Now, I'm going to tell you a spell that will bring out some of your potential, and if you still have people of concern in this building, my advice is to flee immediately with them, for the upper part of this building has become the Sun King, and its walls, floors, and pillars are buried with the sleeping Sun King, causing an endless stench. They may not wake up, but when they do, how spectacular will it be? I'm sure you can imagine. ”