[Half past four in the morning, Fraktu Southern Islands, Azra Union]

The sky was extremely heavy, and dark clouds covered the entire southern sea of Vlaktu. The waves crashed incessantly against the reef, and a thick tentacle slapped against the stone steps by the sea.

The tide slowly receded, and a man in a robe stood up on the shore and walked down the stone steps towards the gate.

"What people!" The two stone statues in the doorway came to life, and shouted at him with their mouths wide open, like roars.

The man took off his gloves and raised his pale, wrinkled right hand into the air, motioning for them to stand down.

"Lord Baucrum......" The statue closed its mouth tightly. The gate was pushed open from within, and two of his attendants rushed out and helped his tired body into the reef-like gloomy castle.

The castle smelled of blood, and a woman in a long black dress stood in the middle of the palace, holding a copper cup in her hand, the bright red liquid swaying slowly along the walls of the cup with the movement of her wrist.

"Queen Bally......" The man threw his arms over his entourage, and knelt on one knee with one hand on his abdomen.

"Balclem, my faithful servant, I haven't seen you for a few days, and the etiquette in your head is a little blurry, isn't it?" The woman turned slowly, the moonlight shining through the glass on her face, and a pair of gray eyes half-hidden looked at Baucrum at her feet.

He realized his rudeness only then, and had just risen from the sea, and his clothes still had the smell of the sea, and the sea water fell to the ground along the corners of his clothes, and the long white blanket was soaked black.

"In a bit of a hurry...... Please wait until I change my clothes and come back to see Your Highness......" Baucrum was about to get up when the Queen held out her arm to stop him.

"You don't have to do anything more, it looks like your plan isn't going well with such a hasty escape back to Tinabris......" The queen opened her mouth slightly, and a sharp fang was exposed.

At this moment, the door was suddenly slammed open by brute force, and a man in black armor walked at one end of the long carpet. His long black hair was draped over his shoulders, and his armor trembled with the footsteps of the tartar, making a "dangdang" sound. Baucrum turned his head to look at the young man standing beside him and said,

"Prince Baden, I'm glad to meet you again, but please kneel down and salute first......

"The prince of Yazra will not bow down to anyone! Queen Mother, why did you send this waste to Abel? It's ridiculous that I can take down the princess of Nikanlos alone! The prince pounded his breastplate with his arm, and he stared sideways at Baucrum, who was lying on the ground, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn him to ashes.

"Presumptuous !!!"

The queen was furious, and the moment she waved her arm, there seemed to be invisible air pressure falling from the sky, slapping the prince's body firmly to the ground.

"It's not bad if you destroy the gate of the palace and don't take you to feed the 'moon seed', dare to run in front of the queen and spread wild!"

Queen Ballyley held the cup at her hand, closed her eyes and sighed, turning to Baucrum, "And then she continued. ”

"Yes, Your Highness...... While the capture of Snowway continues, we have not been able to capture the princess of Nikanlos. Baucrum was also crushed to the ground, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the long carpet.

"I value you, not because of your leadership, but because you can always atone for your sins......"

Baucrum could barely breathe, his head pressed to the ground, and he couldn't see the Queen's expression at all.

"Please ...... I beg your pardon, but I have sent the dog to Abel, and I will take down the girl's head within a week. ”

"Uh-huh......" The queen walked over to a wall with a sea of flowers filled with blood-red mist. Baucrum felt the pressure fade away, and he struggled to his feet, continuing to maintain a kneeling posture and continued,

"He was found in Canaan, and he had just been hanged, but his life was so tenacious that he survived as a human being. I have made him my 'child', and if he does it himself, he will surely bring a satisfactory answer to His Highness." ”

The queen stared at the paintings on the walls, staring at the faint peek of the mist, and slowly raised the bronze cup.

"The daughter of the 'Fairy of the Mist', if it is her blood, she will definitely be able to bring enough nutrients to the 'Moon Seed'. When the lunar eclipse comes, glory will come to Azra again. ”

The queen smiled slightly, took a sip of the copper cup, and with a wave of her hand, the remaining blood flew to the ground, and the white blanket instantly turned into a dazzling crimson.

[Five o'clock in the morning, the northern part of the Abel continent, the coast]

Huge waves roared toward the shore, arrogantly eroding the fallen trees, which had been part of the jungle but had been scorched by the ship's fire.

This jungle is rich in fruit, but it is also a land that no one cares about, and the trees are full of golden dates, as if they were specially prepared for the wildlife here.

A strange little monkey was attracted by these drooping fruits, its delicate face tightly wrapped in a ring of white fluff, and the drooping saliva soaked the white hairs of its chin.

The wreckage of the jungle was scattered on the ground, the ashes solidified in a mass under the immersion of the sea, gradually revealing the outlines of human limbs.

The black earth in front of him seemed a little strange, but the empty stomach pouch didn't care much for the monkey - it just wanted to jump on the tree opposite and taste the sweet taste of dates!

The monkey stared at the treetops opposite, waged its small tail and got up and leaped.

Suddenly, it felt like a sculpture of its body frozen in the air, and the date palm was only one step away. Its body shrunk, and a slender arm seemed to reach out from the ashes and hold it firmly.

Little by little, the blood was drained from its body, and the black hand let go of the monkey, and its withered body fell to the ground. Blood flowed down his arm to the ashes. The silhouette of the human body gradually becomes three-dimensional, and a head slowly rises from the mud soaked in the sea.

"Ah...... Life, where am I? An air-exposed eye grew from the charred skull, and it slowly turned, taking in its surroundings.

"Sea ...... Coast? Am I home? Memories of his life gradually came back to his mind, he was born in a small town by the sea, and vaguely remembered that it was an island nation, which seemed to be called "Britton".

"Belle ......"

Whose voice is it? Belial? Is it calling himself himself?

"Belel, my child...... Thou art an angel to take away calamity for mankind. The voice in his head gradually became clear, the man was brought to life by blood, the soil on his body gradually dried and peeled off, and a dry body slowly stood up.

"Belier? Is that my name? "The surroundings are so unfamiliar, and the man feels that his mouth is dry and cracked, but that craving is not satisfied by the sweet spring water.

He noticed a dry shadow around him, the monkey's shell left by the sucking of blood.

"What, it's a monkey." The man clenched his fists, his skin was still a little dry, and the tattoo on his chest was a little faded, but it was enough for him to remember his past.

"'Useless man'......" he remembered the word, which he remembered as contempt for everyone, including his parents.

He vaguely remembered that his parents were devout supporters of the Creator, and he scoffed at it, "God"? "Demons"? He did not believe in the existence of these nothingnesses. But there is a bit of a contradiction in the fact that he likes the image of "angels", who, unlike those who are extreme, have personalities and emotions, and even have their own quirks.

And his quirk is to observe human expressions, especially despair in the face of fear, which can make him feel his presence, as tall as an angel, which leads him to the dirty path of tomb robbers.

Writing poetry, composing music, farming, and even uttering a complete sentence in front of strangers was difficult for him, and it was a literal waste......

But at least he can breathe and know that food corresponds to hunger, spring water corresponds to dryness, and blood corresponds to life. He is like an upright animal, familiar with the simple things of life and death, especially the latter.

These simple logics were enough for him, not to mention his belief that body language was far more reliable than sound, and that animal mannerisms would express his thoughts better. Body language is more friendly and reliable than lies and insults.

By chance, he participates in a bizarre anatomical study. From the moment the grave was dug up, he discovered that the structure of the human body was so strange that it was difficult to see from any primate, like a sculpture standing in a church.

Since then, he has become a "doctor" specializing in autopsies, and although he is known as a brilliant surgeon during the day, no one has ever seen his evil face performing autopsies at night.

"'Bere'...... What a good name for me. The man recalled the strange voice in his head, turned and walked out into the jungle.

His mind was in a mess, he could barely remember any details other than scribbled memories, and he felt a faint tingling in his neck, and when he reached out, it seemed to be a strangulation mark from a rope.

"yes, I seem to be standing on the gallows." He performed countless autopsies and became more and more skilled, studying even more per day than the number of deaths in the city.

So he started his side business - killers. Footprints, murder weapons, blood stains, he has always been cautious about the details that will leave clues, but he doesn't know which time he leaked the news, which led to his arrest and execution.

He had forgotten his name, and even his appearance had become blurred, and only one face remained clear in his mind, flaxen curls, blood-red eyes, and skin as white as snow.

For some reason, he knew he had to find her, and only her blood could fill his heart.

There was a sparse commotion in his ears, and he suddenly became alert, and his eyes saw the outline of the thing through the darkness, and its round eyes and slender body were a monkey again.

"Living things mean blood...... Blood means life. The dryness of his mouth made him tremble uncontrollably, and he tried to catch the monkey.

His heart raced wildly from his murderous nature, and he crouched down, the muscles of his legs tense and spread, and he lunged towards the monkey. The fangs pierced the animal's fur, and blood gushed into his mouth.

"Ah...... Good times are always short-lived. He stood up, turned his head and shook the monkey's shriveled body aside. The vitality of life was beating in his limbs, and his skin gradually became full and smooth.

"Where's the girl next?"

He found footprints not far away, and there must have been quite a few people walking here. With the fragrance of lavender and a hint of rose-like scent, it should be the girl in my memory.

The man followed his breath to the river, where the footprints split into two paths, one leading to the lower reaches of the river, and the other ...... Leading to a smelly area, is it a swamp?

He crossed the swamp, and all the creatures that got in his way were sucked away by him. Strength swelled in his muscles, and he followed his breath through the ruins and empty cities, the scent of roses masked by a sudden fishy smell.

"Ah, it's like this." He followed the smell of fish to find a village, the air was filled with the smell of blood, it seemed that there had been a great war not long ago.

"Stranger, this is not the place for you."

A rough voice came into his ears, and Belette looked back, and it was a middle-aged man with burns all over his body.

"We've had enough trouble these days, what do you want?" More and more people gathered around, and they had a wonderful smell on them, like some kind of carnivore is a wolf?

"I, whose name is Belle, am hungry." Belle raised his hand and pointed to his abdomen and said, he was a little nervous, especially with so many strangers suddenly appearing in front of him.

"It's a pity that we don't have any more food to share with you, and even if we had, we wouldn't give it to a stranger who was wearing it." A woman stood up, she had only one arm and seemed to be holding something. That thing exudes a faint glow, is it a juvenile human?

Belel turned his arm and pointed to the woman's arms.

"Food? Here it is. ”

The villagers were so hostile to him that the burned man carried a straw fork and pointed it at his chest.

"I'll say it one last time, this is not the place for you to come, you won't want to provoke us, get out of here."

"You, name?" Belle tilted his head and said in confusion, these people do seem to be human, but what is the reason for that wonderful smell?

"I'm Uno, the leader here. I hope you will remember my name and go to hell to say it! With that, the leader lunged at him and stabbed the steel fork deep into his chest.

Belle felt a chill in his chest, but he didn't feel any pain. Although they are people they don't know, they hurt themselves and are a stumbling block on his way to survival.

"Uno! Why are you killing him, he's just a passerby! The woman holding the child pushed the leader with her broken arm.

"Agata, I think the group before me was right, if we were hungry and hurt humans, we would be no different from wild beasts. But believe me, this guy's smell shows that he's not that simple. Uno pushed the woman away and motioned for her to take the child back into the room.

"Hungry ......" Belel grabbed the steel fork, and no matter how hard the leader tried, he couldn't pull it out.

"Damn, what kind of strange power is this!" Uno let go of the steel fork and stepped back, and the surrounding villagers stabbed at the strange man with their weapons drawn.

Belette felt his fingertips melt as he waved his arm to shake off an asphalt-like goo through the crowd, the villagers blinded by the liquid, and the corrosive pain made them fall to the ground in agony.

"Damn, who the hell are you sacred?" Uno took out the aconitum from his bosom and put it to his mouth and took a deep breath, his body gradually swelled and turned into a werewolf.

"Belier, just a useless man." Belel threw the fork he had pulled out to the ground, gathered his fingers, and stabbed the werewolf in the chest.

The asphalt from his arm spread from Uno's wounds, and Belette opened his mouth to bite the werewolf's throat, blood pouring into his mouth.

"Ah!!!h

A woman's scream sounded in his ears, and he turned his head to see the woman holding the child, who was running towards the forest.

"What's this pattern?" Throwing aside the werewolf's withered body, Belel noticed two black marks carved into the thumb and middle finger of his left hand.

"Body language" Bellier seemed to think of something, and pressed his thumb against the knuckle of his middle finger.

"Da"

He snapped his fingers, only to see the villagers around him burn like torches, and the charred black liquid dripping from his arm began to spark. He understood the purpose of the sigils, and turned to chase after the fleeing woman.

The joy of being reborn made Belial's heart beat wildly. The body was like a beast walking upright, with an indescribable force pumping from every muscle fiber.

As his running speed increased, his vision gradually narrowed and blurred, and he was like a bird of prey swooping towards a hare, and the emaciated figure in front of him was just a plaything at his fingertips.

He was getting closer and closer to the woman, his blood-stained arm reaching straight for her.

Hmmm-

Something seemed to hit him in the chest, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a sharp ice pick. Belette felt his body become extremely stiff, and a cold air slowly emerged from the wound punctured by the ice pick, freezing his body firmly in place.

He looked up at the eaves, and it was another woman. Her long golden hair fluttered in the air with the night breeze, her delicate face was half-concealed by a black silk scarf, and her charming eyes radiated a blue luster like a lake.

But the look was so resolute, and the woman took her bow and crossbow, and was aiming at the head of Belel,

"That's the end of your crimes, monster."

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