"Woo woo", "oh woo woo" ......

The terrible howl of the wolf echoed in the air of the holy city, like the roar of the cold wind in winter, intermittently, against the ears, into the seams of clothes, into the skin, into the marrow, and everyone who heard it was terrified, and shivered like chaff. Not to mention vampires who have extremely strong sensing abilities for werewolves, even ordinary humans feel the existence of that terrifying and evil creature.

The werewolves who had been placed throughout the Holy City surged out of their underground prisons after their power was unsealed.

The vampires of the Holy City have abandoned their human enemies and turned to war with the werewolves, a thousand-year-old enemy that has been at odds with each other.

The Holy Army soldiers, who had managed to get some respite, didn't figure out what was going on, but they weren't stupid enough to think that the werewolves were on the same side as them, because the werewolves were crazier and more brutal than the vampires when they killed humans, and these giant wolves were not their allies at all, but more insane enemies than the vampires.

Vampires, werewolves, and humans, the three-way melee makes the battle situation in the Holy City even more confusing.

In the southern part of the city, the ruins of the great battle are still baptized by the holy fire, and even the icy rain has not been able to extinguish the flames.

Cardinal Hrabino, who staggered among the ruins, had regained consciousness. In order to win the battle against the vampires, as a cardinal, he did whatever it took to forcible the forbidden "martyrdom of saints" and forcibly merge with the angels, but the final result was still unsuccessful.

Now, Herabeno was punished by the "martyrdom of the saints" and lost all his magical cultivation, no different from an ordinary person. Suddenly, Hrabano looked at the rain needles falling from the sky, and thoughtfully recalled his life. He chased most of his life on the political map of theocracy, exhausted all his organs and unscrupulous means, and finally climbed to the high position of cardinal; however, in the blink of an eye, when he had nothing, he began to reflect on himself, and rolled in the whirlpool of power for most of his life, he had long forgotten the original intention of embarking on the path of the priesthood, for him, the court of God was just a ladder used to realize his political ideals, and there was almost nothing to really dedicate to God and the world in the light. Thinking of this, Hrabino couldn't help but shed tears of remorse.

However, it is not known whether it was too late to wake up or if the punishment he endured was not enough. Herabeno's face froze suddenly, and he looked down slightly at his chest, and the claws of a beast burst out through his chest, tearing out the heart that was still throbbing. "Woo Za" - the werewolf who sneaked up on him tore out with his claws so hard that Herabeno's body was torn in half like a squid wire.

Not far from the cardinal's dismemberment, Ray and Joyka were surrounded by five or six werewolves.

"What kind of monsters are these guys?" Ray raised his gun to pick up a werewolf that pounced on him, but he felt both wrists numb, and the werewolf's strength was far greater than he imagined.

"Hey, are these wolves your secret weapon?" asked Joyka as she pushed back the two werewolves with four arrows in quick succession, and questioned Melissa as she lay on the ground. Because he discovered that these werewolves have the ability to respawn quickly similar to those of vampires.

"How is that possible?" Melissa's tone was as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, "Although I have never seen these monsters before, they are definitely enemies of our Bloodline. ”

At the foot of the Bright Mountain.

The Papal Guard, under the command of Cardinal Filizak, was in a predicament of being attacked from the back. On the one hand, they have to fight the vampires who have attacked from the bottom of the mountain, and at the same time, countless werewolves have poured out of the Papal Palace and rushed to the holy city below.

In the depths of the Papal Palace, the coffin of the Holy Spirit.

"Werewolves?" Sophia looked at Luan, who had transformed into a giant wolf, and then at the Vampire Prince, "How come?

The prince looked up at Frio I, who was standing next to the giant wolf, "This is a question for His Majesty the 'noble' pope." ”

"Pope, are you the Pope?" Sophia looked at the old man in white robes suspiciously.

When she saw him for the first time, Sophia had a sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen this face before, but she knew that she had never seen the old man himself, let alone that he was the famous Pope himself.

"That's right, although the werewolves have been wiped out by all of your vampires, the previous Pope was far-sighted, and they expected that the vampires would one day offend the Holy City, so they prepared in advance. The Pope said in a deep voice.

"Hmph, so you've resurrected all the werewolves?" Elder Orlando of the vampires told me that the werewolves would definitely come back. I'm ready to deal with them. But I didn't expect to return in this way. ”

"It's not resurrection, it's reinvention. The first pope kept some werewolf blood samples two thousand years ago, and the prisons of the Inquisition were full of prisoners, so it was not difficult to recreate the werewolf race. ”

"You guys are too nonsense! Creating a life is the right of God in the light, how can you, as the Pope, offend the authority of God? And prisoners are also human beings, what do you think of people?" If it weren't for the Pope's own words, Sophia wouldn't have dared to believe that the Central Church, which represents the light, would do such a blasphemous thing.

"The prisoners who are fortunate enough to participate in the transformation of werewolves are felons who have committed blasphemy, and even if they die ten thousand times, it is not enough to wash away their sins, and we have given them a second chance, and they are grateful for it. For example, he," the Pope pointed to the giant wolf standing nearby, "Luan's father committed an unpardonable felony. He was born in prison, and at the moment of his birth, he was born with a sinful body, and in order to atone for his sins and his father's sins, he voluntarily participated in the werewolfification, and he expressed the most suitable fusion with the werewolf blood in the real yàn, which is the metaphor of the god in the light! Lu An will lead all the newborn werewolves to reform and eliminate the evil forces that are enemies of the God of Light and the Holy Court of Light, which is the only way for Lu An and all the werewolves to be saved. ”

"Don't pretend to be God anymore, that's just your wishful thinking!" Hearing the Pope open and close her mouth to light God, Sophia couldn't help but reprimand angrily.

"You saints are in the line of ignorance, and you cannot bring the gospel to all the people of the world, and we are exercising the power given by God in the light. As far as I can say, since you are the descendant of the Radiant Saintess Saint-Angel, and it is very likely that you will be the next Radiant Saintess, you should immediately put aside those wrong thoughts and join hands with me to build a perfect new world. ”

"No!" Faced with the olive branch that the Pope took the initiative to extend, Sophia refused without thinking about it, "The world does not need a murderer who treats human life like a mustard!"

"Stubborn, hum!" the Pope turned his head and ordered the wolf, "Luan, get her here, she will be alive." ”

"Woo ......"

The wolf let out a howl and lunged at Sophia!

"Be careful!"

Luan's speed was so fast that even the Prince of Vampire couldn't react, and before he could give a warning, the giant wolf had already pounced in front of Sophia.

I don't know if Lu An didn't figure out the difference between "grabbing alive" and "obliterating", or if he couldn't suppress the power that had been liberated, Sophia was directly slapped out by the black giant claws. If she hadn't taken out her short swords to protect the fatal parts in a hurry, she was afraid that now Sophia had been cut in half by the waist, not just her sleeves were scratched and her hands were blurred.

"Ahh

Sophia crashed into the wall and bounced off the hard floor, apparently hurting a lot.

"How can this be true!" The angry vampire prince waved his "endless sigh" with one hand, picking up a semicircle and slashing at Lu An.

The wolf claws of the flesh and blood blocked the two-handed heavy sword that was as sharp as clay, and the two powerful spiritual forces collided violently, creating a huge wave of qi where the sword claws touched, shaking the bloodsucking prince and the werewolf Lu An out of the air.

The crystal coffin containing the holy relics of the past popes was directly fixed on the floor, and the magic crystal made into the coffin had a strong function of absorbing shocks, and withstood the impact of the battle between the werewolf leader and the king of the blood clan, and it was only a few shakes, and none of the crystal coffins were broken, because most of the energy was transmitted to the ground.

The Vampire Prince knelt on one knee, his sword in his hand, the impact of which made him feel that his opponent's strength was not below him, while the werewolf Luan was half-crouched on the ground, sticking out his tongue and licking the wound on his paw. The sword slashed him, but it wasn't deep.

"Whew!" Without too many words, the Vampire Prince once again raised his sword and rushed towards the werewolf, and he surrounded Lu An, his body turning into an invisible afterimage. The werewolf let out a piercing wolf howl, dancing with huge claws and fangs to gnaw.

The battle between werewolves and vampires is always life-and-death, and there is no possibility of a draw or a retreat, and the battle will never stop until one of them is completely wiped out. At this critical juncture, humanity, as the third force, is like a magic code, determining how the two ends of the balance are tilted.

The Pope, who was hiding outside the war circle, picked up a copy of the Holy Book and whispered the chapters inside. The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits. The only meaning of the werewolf Lu An's existence is to give the Pope enough time to complete this holy song that is enough to severely damage the blood-sucking prince, although the holy song will also cause damage to Lu An, who has demonic blood, but as long as the blood-sucking prince can be eliminated, why should he live or die a slave? Now that the werewolf is quite mature, there are still so many suitable prisoners in the prison, and he can create another werewolf leader at any time.

However, the Pope's attempt was ultimately unsuccessful, and just a few syllables before the chant ended, an alien stream of light magic energy merged into the magical fluctuations he entered, disrupting all the syllables woven by his chant.

"You...... I was careless. The Pope glared angrily at the disruptor who had failed him. He didn't expect that Sophia, who had suffered a heavy blow from Luan and should have been seriously injured and unconscious, would wake up so quickly and have the ability to stop his holy song.

"I won't let you get away with it. Sophia raised her eyebrows and stood in front of the Pope, her face showing a resolute expression, and an unusually powerful magic of light loomed from her body, compared to the Pope Frio I, who looked a little dim. If it weren't for the fact that her hands were still dripping blood, there would be no sign of a serious injury.

Huh?

After careful observation, the Pope finally found the clue. Yes, Sophia's hands were dripping blood, but it wasn't a sign that she had been seriously injured, and the two sleeves of her priest's robe were torn by the werewolf's claws, and the hands exposed to the Pope should have been clawed and blurred with flesh and blood, but those hands were smooth and white, and there was no sign of the beast's claws—that was because the fragments of light magic that had spilled out of her body had healed the werewolf's wounds, leaving no scars. The wounds that the Pope sees now are those that go from the palm to the back of the hand, and the strangulation marks on the wrist that look like they have been entwined with thorns. And the blood that dripped from those wounds, every drop contained an extremely powerful magic of light. It was not ordinary human blood, but holy blood: the blood of gods.

At this point, the Pope finally understood that Sophia had not interrupted his singing because he was careless.

"No wonder you dare to openly confront me, it turns out that your "stigma" has awakened. ”