Zhao Luo's house is warmly furnished, with three female ghouls acting as assistants and servants, tidying up the environment to be comfortable and beautiful.

As she walked inside, she looked at Legang and Michael, who recognized each other as Blood, and sensed the strength of each other's blood.

She said, "Is there a clue to the rest of the book of Elguia?" ”

I coughed and said, "We found the last volume, but the man in the black coffin thinks there's a follow-up." ”

Zhao Luo was silent for a moment and said, "You got the fragment, but you didn't tell me?" It's against our agreement. ”

I hurriedly said, "I have transcribed the last volume, it is very short, you can take a look." ”

Zhao Luo took my notebook, read it for about ten minutes, shook his head, and said, "I have to see the fragment with my own eyes, otherwise I won't be able to decipher the secrets in it." ”

I looked at Michael, Michael nodded, and I said truthfully, "All of them were snatched by the Remore bloodline." ”

Zhao Luo glared at me, and I hurriedly defended: "I happened to have a heart attack that day, do you say it's unlucky?" ”

Zhao Luo was a little angry, crossed his hands in front of his chest, paced back and forth, and said, "If you give me the book first and let me learn the mysteries above, I won't be so passive!" Where are the lichs? ”

Legang replied, "Ma'am, the Remorse Bloodline has teleported to an unknown place, and we were about to track them down, but their location is unknown, and there is only one clue left. ”

Michael said, "Ma'am, please look at it. Holding the mask in both hands, he handed it to Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo opened her eyes, and soon her eyes flashed with surprise, and she shouted, "This is the knowledge in the Ergia book!" There's a soul in this mask, and the soul is great, it's peculiar, he's... Also of Salotte blood, and far better than me, he is.... Salot himself? You found Salot himself? ”

She excitedly shook my hand and looked forward to my answer.

I was embarrassed, looked at Michael, and asked him for help, Michael wiped the blood and sweat with a handkerchief and said, "I'm afraid.... No. ”

Zhao Luo said: "That must be an extremely ancient Salotte ancient blood clan, who is it, who is it?" ”

Michael hesitated, this question was indeed a headache, because the owner of this mask was Remor, the great enemy of the Salotte clan who devoured the soul of Salot.

Legang said, "Remorle." ”

Zhao Luo wanted to ask, but she understood in a short time, and she said coldly: "Is it that 'Rui Moore'?" ”

Le Gang sighed and nodded.

Zhao Luo said, "The enemy of our Salotte clan, the ancestor of the lichs, Remor? ”

I said, "Yes." ”

Zhao Luo said: "Then you have to track them down quickly, no matter where they go, no matter what they are looking for, they can't let them succeed!" ”

She didn't know that we wanted to save the ancestors of Remor.

I said, "Can you do it?" ”

"It's not that hard, this mask already contains all the knowledge and mana I need, and it only takes me two hours to open the door."

Michael cheered, shook hands with Zhao Luo and said, "It's all up to you, honorable lady." ”

Legang replied: "Two hours is not long, we must be prepared, do not rush to the enemy, the enemy is a powerful Remorse Lich, the deputy of the Remoror ancestors." ”

Michael thought for a moment and said, "We can't all go, someone has to stay to deal with the rest of the elders, Le Gang, you stay in the black coffin." ”

Le Gang nodded and smiled: "You have finally learned to think about the overall situation." ”

Michael smiled, and at this time, we saw Zhao Luo's face change drastically, and she said, "Second Blood City." ”

We shouted in unison, "What? Second Blood City? ”

I have studied the history of the Bloods, and in the beginning, Cain ended his centuries-long exile and arrived at the gathering place of the Humans, transforming the second generation of the Bloods: Enoch, Erad, and Gira. Mankind worshipped him as a god, and he established a bloody kingdom, known as the "First Blood City".

Later, the First Blood City was destroyed, and the Blood Clan established the "Second Blood City", which was also powerful and great, and the Blood Clan came to mankind like gods. The ancestors of the Bloodlines served as rulers, judges, marshals, and popes in the city. It's ancient, and no one knows for sure how old it is, and it certainly predates Uruk of Gilgamesh.

Zhao Luo said in a trembling voice: "They went to the Second Blood City!" Cain, does that city really exist? ”

Michael said, "I have to go back and get ready, fishbones, you send me back." ”

I asked, "What to prepare?" ”

Michael replied, "Some of the equipment, like your Mjonier, is the crystallization of Black Coffin technology. ”

Yes, let's not forget that we have human intelligence, and even if the enemy's spells are unpredictable, the power of technology should not be underestimated.

After sending them away, I returned to the black coffin and told Lamia that I was going to go away again.

Lamia asked, "Still dangerous?" ”

I told her not to worry, as usual, I would come back alive.

She smiled and hugged me and didn't say anything more.

Just as Michael was going to be exactly the same, I had to figure something out, figure myself out.

I must understand the saints, if in a time of crisis, I want to use the power of the saints, and there is no room for mistakes.

I stepped into the web of madness, and in the web of madness, I only saw the blonde boy. I don't know why he's crazy or how crazy he is, but his blonde hair is like a fluctuation of will, scattered throughout this world of souls.

He said, "You're back." ”

I asked, "If I want to summon a second personality, how can I make it last longer and be more powerful?" ”

The blonde boy ran his fingers across his skin, leaving hive-like marks in his path, and said, "That's your past, not a second personality, his legacy for you." ”

I nodded, "Yes, how do I let this power stay?" I need to get stronger. ”

Blonde boy: "If you really want to, you can do it." ”

I said, "I... No, by the way, who are you? What should I call you? ”

The blonde boy said, "Anatoly, we used to know each other. ”

"You, you and me? And the saints? ”

The blonde boy pointed his finger at his temple and poked a hole from which blood flowed, and Anatoly said, "You were also a member of the Mad Net Council, and when you left, I took your place." ”

I asked, "What the hell are you.... Alive or dead? ”

Anatoly's hands became bloody, and he said, "I am alive, but I have become the form of a dream, and you are also alive, but you have become a shell of constant reincarnation." ”

He motioned for me to drink his blood, and I did.

He said, "Your strength comes from your memory, and the more you remember, the stronger the saints become." ”

I laughed and said, "And this kind of good thing? ”

Suddenly, a huge, white mirror appeared in front of me, and the mirror was full of disorganized fragments, colorful chaos, and I saw countless faces, all of them, all of them, all of them, all of them.

I heard St. Longinus cry on his knees: "Oh God, what have I done! What exactly did I do! ”

There was a corpse lying on the ground, it was Longinus's mother. He killed his mother with his own hands and drank her blood.

Longinus said, "What am I? Why do I hear the cries of the beast within me all the time? The sound was so bleak, so uncontrollable, it made me thirst for blood, it made me smit. Let me make such a big mistake? ”

It is the blood of the Son.

The corpse vanished, melted into blood, penetrated the ground, and formed words.

The text reads: "We are no longer human, we are different from humans, some say we are higher than humans, no, I think we are inferior to humans, or rather, we are simpler than humans."

Man is a beast and they cover up this fact with civility, politeness, upbringing, and rhetoric, so that human beings are complex, and this complexity makes human beings hypocritical. They thought it would keep them safe and allow the weaker among them to survive.

We saw through it all.

Among the Bloods, the pretenders, too, wore their splendid clothes, walked through the halls of grace, with wine glasses and leather shoes, and smiles, haunting balls and masquerades.

They tried to defeat the enemy with wisdom and strategy, and achieved their goals with intrigue and betrayal.

They are wrong, we are beasts, our eyes can see through weakness, we crave the blood of the weak, we only want a full meal.

We are wolves among wolves, ruling over all the weak. We are the leader of the orangutans, dominating all the opposite sex. We are primitive tribes, attacking foreign races, taking women and children, killing adults and the elderly.

So, status and wealth, those are illusory.

In the end, it's power, and demonic blood.

The Bloodline obeys only the strong.

Everything else, it's fake. ”

The saint wept again, "But I have no power, only iniquity." ”

The text reads: "How can parasites have power? ”

The saint said, "Parasites? ”

Text: "We are not parasites, but we can start our ascension with parasites." Imagine that we are cocoon wasps, parasitic on the bodies of caterpillars or moths, and we eat their flesh and grow little by little until we break open their bodies, spread their wings, and soar into the sky. ”

The saint said, "Am I a parasite? ”

The text says: "The world is a vampire, as Cain said, the earth thirsts for blood and death, and only countless deaths can sustain countless lives, so that this cycle will never end." Aren't humans parasites? They are wreaking havoc every day of their existence on Earth, until one day, when the planet runs out of energy, they will fly into space in search of their next host. ”

"But the Bloods are not the living, nor the dead, but pure parasites?"

Text: "It is only a certain stage of life, the lifelong parasitic creature is low and humble, and only by breaking out of the cocoon can it be reborn and get rid of its own humbleness."

When you're weak, play the weak. But when you're strong, fly freely. ”

In an instant, the words and mirrors were gone.

I'm still me, Anatoly still floating in mid-air, curled up.

The corpse lying on the ground was no longer Longinus's mother, but Sasha, whom I had killed with my own hands.

I feel like I'm the host and the soul of the saint is a parasite.

When the parasite is strong, I become weak, and when I am strong, the parasite fades away.

Anatoly said, "Lend the power of your spirit to the saints, and you will have an incomparable power to slay demons, which I have seen with my own eyes, and there will be no mistake." ”