My name is Edward Xiumiro.

I'm dead. The sense of weight in the body vanished without a trace as the soul left. My soul drifted in the air, not knowing where I was going, only drifting higher and farther away.

I looked down and saw that next to my body, my only best friend in my life, who was also my murderer, was wielding the murder weapon that had taken my life, dancing and getting carried away. He wasn't the Woody I knew him anymore, maybe I never knew the real Woody, and now he was the real face when he took off his mask.

Woody said that if he killed me, he would be free, but the way he looked, he was not free, but he walked into another cage by himself. Woody was unconvinced, saying that he would disband the army if he killed me, but in fact Woody had led the army into a trap set by the Templars.

I hate, I don't willing, I am angry...... I shouted to the soldiers, but none of them heard me, and at last, under Woody's conspiracy, I walked into the abyss of ruin.

The soldiers were slaughtered, 40,000 troops were wiped out, and countless unjust souls floated into the sky around me, and they did not know who betrayed them until they died. Woody completely ruined the honor and legacy he and I had worked so hard to build. Did he say before he killed me that he would bring me a qiē or take me a qiē, or was it just Woody's decision to break with his past?

I don't know, and I can't think anymore, because the dead don't have the ability to think.

As the time of death prolongs, anger, unwillingness, horror, and sorrow ...... All the remaining emotions also faded one by one, the consciousness of the self gradually disappeared, and the qiē before life seemed to be irrelevant......

When my sense of self returned, I felt the weight of my body again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a red light in front of me. No, it's not that I see a red light, it's that my eyes are shining red.

I sat up and found myself lying topless in a complex magic circle, with a circle of candles lit around the edge of the circle. I reached for the pierced wound on my chest, but it was long gone, but my body was still as cold as it had been when I died, without any warmth.

"Your soul has returned, and it seems that the ritual was quite successful. A voice came to my ears.

I stood up and looked around, and found myself in a stone chamber, a man in a black and red aristocratic robe standing outside the candle ring, his face somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

"Who are you?" I asked the man.

"My name is Orlando. According to the rules, you should call me master. The man said to me.

"Why do you call you master?"

"For you were raised by my blood. ”

"Resurrection? wait, I look like I'm dead!"

"Yes. You were murdered by your best friend. I brought your body back, drained your blood, and infused my blood into you—this is the sacred ritual called 'First Embrace'. Congratulations, becoming a member of my Bloodline. ”

"Vampire!" I reflexively spat out the abominable name.

"Don't insult yourself. Bloodline is a name to be proud of. Orlando turned, "You come with me." ”

No one knows where the vampires came from, some believe that they are the descendants of demons left behind in the present world, they feed on human blood, they are murderous, and they have caused a lot of tragedies around the world, and they have become a cancer that the Central Holy See has vowed to eradicate. But now that I have become a notorious vampire myself, I am incredibly surprised that I have accepted this fact without being shocked or resisting. Perhaps, the perceptions and values of being a living person have long since passed away with my life.

So even I don't know why, why I followed him so obediently, was it the influence of magic, or the pact of ritual, or the desire for the unknown?

Olelan and I walked through the long, dark corridors, carrying no light source, but we could see the road in front of us.

"Orlando, where is this?" I asked as I walked.

"My castle. ”

"Why did you save me?"

"I didn't save you, I just waited for an opportunity to turn you into a Bloodline. I've been waiting for this opportunity for more than twenty years. "Orlando said something I didn't expect.

"What? more than twenty years?"

"You've forgotten about me. I was pursued by the Knights Templar and the forces of your Shumiro Empire, and fled to the Imperial Capital with serious wounds, only to be rescued by two children. One of the children said his name to me, and it turned out that he was an imperial prince. ”

"That incident......" Orlando mentioned it, and I turned over this dusty past from my memory.

"Since then, I've been observing you and your companions almost every day. The kid knew how to hide it, but his eyes inadvertently betrayed his heart. So I know that sooner or later you will die at his hands. ”

"You knew Woody was going to kill me, but you just stood by and watched?" I felt fooled.

"Even if I warn you, will you trust a stranger and suspect a brother who has been born and died for many years?" Orran sneered, "and I am not obligated to save you. Your life is over, but death is not the end. ”

"Wait a minute. I asked the question I was most perplexed and wanted to know the most, "What did you do by turning me into a Bloodline?"

"You'll know. Orlando didn't answer directly, "But before you can do that, you must first understand the history of the Bloodline." ”

Then we came to the door of a study.

It is not only a collection of the history of the Bloodline, but also the truth that has been concealed.

The Bloodlines are a young race born during the Demon War. But when it comes to the origin of the Bloodline, we have to mention another unknown race: the Werewolves.

The war against demons lasted for a full decade, and it was also the darkest time for Olopa, when different races, nations, and organizations united to form a coalition against a common enemy: the demons. However, there are also some people who are willing to fall into the devil's power, and they voluntarily become the demons' pawns and serve the demons. These people have a common name: Majin.

After ten years of demon fighting, there are countless demons that have appeared, and there are hundreds of types, among which there is a kind of demon that poses an extremely deadly threat to the coalition army, and this kind of demon is the werewolf.

The so-called werewolf is made by using the blood of the demon wolf from the demon domain and injecting it into the human body. Werewolves are not the most powerful demons, but they have advantages that other demons do not have: except for the appearance of their prototypes on full moon nights, werewolves can maintain their human appearance at almost any time, and they are not detected by any magic or equipment at the time. Werewolves are used as spies and spies by the demon army, and a large number of them infiltrate the coalition army, probing intelligence, creating panic, provoking discord, falsely passing orders, and sabotaging internally...... It became a calamity to the coalition forces, which was also an important reason why the coalition forces were in a state of decline in the early stage of the war.

In order to eradicate the scourge of werewolves, the alchemists of the Snowy Federation teamed up with the necromancers of the Isle of the Dead to carry out a secret plan in the icy and snowy land of the Snowy Federation: they collected a large number of corpses of warriors killed by werewolves, extracted memories from the brains of these corpses through guò alchemy and dark magic, and then used these memories as a secret weapon to uncover the werewolf spies.

After thousands of failures, the plan was discovered by werewolf spies lurking inside the Snowy Federation. So hundreds of wolves slaughtered the secret room located deep in the ice field. The werewolf turned into a half-human, half-wolf monster and lightly disintegrated the defenses on the periphery of the real room, and the alchemists and necromancers who participated in the real room were brutally killed, the real equipment was destroyed, and even hundreds of corpses used by the real yàn were destroyed......

At the nick of time, a dying alchemist injected some mixed magic solution into the bodies of the 12 knights' remains. Then, just as they had fallen with honor, the 12 knights rose again with honor and rose to life as undead. Their minds are conceived with the ultimate goal of killing werewolves, they possess far more power than they did when they live, and the magic solution infused into their bodies is also mixed with spatial magic and potions to transform into bats, both of which make it easier for them to hunt down werewolves.

The 12 resurrected knights descended from the sky like divine soldiers, relying on their hatred of werewolves in their lives, and fought fiercely against the werewolf forces in the vast snowfield, and they defeated ten by one, and finally wiped out all 134 werewolves in the future.

But since the real yàn was not completely successful, the 12 knights had to feed on the blood of living people in order to maintain their bodies.

The categorical imperative of the brain could not be resisted, and even though the creator of Zào was all dead, the 12 resurrected knights still instinctively threw themselves into the werewolf hunt. However, the number of werewolves hiding in the crowd was staggering, and 12 men alone could not fight against them, so the 12 knights thought of another way to exchange their blood with other dying or dead warriors through guò, making them companions of similar abilities to themselves - an act of blood exchange that came to be known as the "first hug".

In this way, a whole new race was born, the Bloodline. And these 12 knights are the 12 primordial elders of the blood clan known to later generations.

Tong guò "first embrace", the blood warriors appeared in large numbers, but these blood tribes created by the exchange of blood had great shortcomings: they could not move in the sun, otherwise they would be burned to ashes, and the 12 elders who were created in the real yàn room did not have this restriction - this is also the origin of the day walkers and night walkers in the blood clan. Because the vast majority of the Bloods can only act at night, most of the BloodClan's werewolf hunting battles take place at night.

During the day, the Demon Slayer Coalition and the Demon Legion fought the Devil Cry God and shook the earth, and at night, it was the battlefield that belonged to the Blood Clan.

The memories and hatred of being killed by werewolves are the strongest weapons to sniff out the whereabouts of werewolves, and they become hunters in the night, piercing through the darkness to hunt werewolves lurking in the crowd one after another, and the werewolves are not waiting to be killed, they launch a crazy counterattack against the blood warriors. Therefore, although the battle at night is not as magnificent and sensational as the battle during the day, its brutality is by no means inferior to that of the day.

There is an end to any age. With the 100,000-strong army conquering the demon's base camp, the demon clan was finally driven back to the demon realm of another dimension, and the long demon war ushered in a victorious day, and the sound of triumphant celebration rose one after another on the three devastated continents. However, for the Blood Clan warriors, their battle is not over, because although the demons have retreated, the Bloodline's greatest enemies, the werewolf clan, still exist.

Like the Bloodline, werewolves have their own way of recruiting new members, expanding their numbers by biting other humans and infecting them into new werewolves, so the war between the two new races, born of the Demon War, is protracted. For the next century, vampires and werewolves fought almost every night while people were asleep.

However, because the members of the werewolves are most of the hooligans, villains, beggars, and peasants who have lost their fields from the bottom of the society, these people are deeply dissatisfied, hate society, and hate reality, and their behavior has a great blindness and catharsis, so the number of werewolves is large, but when they start fighting, they are scattered and fight separately; The brave man has a noble temperament in his bones, and his organization is far more rigorous and orderly than that of the werewolf.

After nearly a century of warfare, the Bloods gradually gained the upper hand, and the werewolves were driven to a dead end step by step, and finally annihilated, leaving no one left, and the Bloods also paid a heavy price, 8 of the 12 elders died in the war with the werewolves, and at least 70% of the other Blood warriors who participated in the werewolf hunt were also killed.

However, after repaying the fruits of victory that were not easy to come by, the blood clan did not rejoice because of this, but became confused. The Bloodline was created to fight against the werewolves, and now the enemy of fate has been wiped out, losing the sense of emptiness of the purpose of the Zài, and spreading among the remaining Bloodline, and the greed in human nature has awakened.

War broke out between former comrades. In order to compete for the supremacy of the blood clan, the four surviving blood clan elders met each other, and the originally monolithic blood clan was torn apart. Just as the upper echelons were fighting for each other, the original strict order collapsed, and some members of the lower blood clans, after losing their restraint, let their thirst for blood dominate their actions, and they pointed the finger at the humans they had sacrificed to protect, causing mass killings around the world, using humans as food rations, and wantonly slaughtering.

The killings perpetrated by the Bloodlines became more brutal each time, and the Bloodline's reputation plummeted. Since then, people have gradually forgotten the group that made great contributions to the war against demons and called themselves "blood clans", and only remember the murderous and bloodthirsty and notorious "vampires". The Central Church and the ** teams also took action one after another to encircle, suppress and purge the blood clan. The double oppression of internal and external troubles, and now the blood clan is on the verge of extinction......

I put the books on the history of the Bloodlines back on the shelves. When I walked out of the study, it was three days later. As I expected, Orlando stood at the doorway waiting for me.

"You're one of the four elders who survived the war against the werewolves? I preemptively asked.

Orlando didn't speak, and his gentle nod was already the best answer.

"Why did you choose me? It shouldn't have been your whim. I continued, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"I want you to be the new leader of the Bloodline, to unite the divided people and lead them back to the right path......