Witches are fixed on torture racks by believers.

She struggled desperately and roared, her expression showing a ghostly hideousness, and her mournful voice echoed over the stone tablet.

Even her wand seemed to feel the uneasy atmosphere, shaking and clacking in the box next to it.

The power of faith is the nemesis of evil.

The torture rack was the holy object of the temple. Therefore, after the witch is put on the torture table, her body touches the torture frame, and the evil aura is automatically cleansed.

However, this process is like fire for her.

Yun Xia's little bat hung upside down on the roof of the car, listening to her roar from afar, as if he could feel her pain.

The flame was burned.

The flames shimmered in gold and red, engulfing the witch's body with a terrible roar.

All was silent again.

The temple was born to fight evil, and the burning process at the stake was very short, but it burned the wicked to ashes and dissipated into the air.

Yun Xia's little paws hooked the roof of the car and hung upside down, because she was petite and lightweight, a gust of night wind blew her swaying.

The little devil sighed in his heart.

It's inconvenient to turn into a bat, and your eyesight is not good, so it's all up to you to avoid believers.

She struggled to hold on to the roof of the car.

The motorcade returned to the temple.

This time, Yun Xia didn't follow again, and flew away quietly, and after the convoy left, she changed from a bat form to a girl wearing a black cloak.

She lowered her head and straightened her cloak.

It seems that the Pope is really not easy to approach. His blood, he has to plan slowly.

Let's go and see the orphan girl who was ungrateful and killed the original owner.

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The view of the temple at night is also very charming.

In the distance, the spire of the sanctuary stands in half, splitting the full moon in half, and the dome is painted with a huge angel who seems to be looking down at the world.

Marble escalators swirl upward, flanked by statues of legendary gods.

The light of the moonlight is refracted into the main hall from the hollow pattern of the wall, making the whole hall seem to be bathed in holy light.

Pure and noble.

Next to the main hall was a small attic, and the moonlight could not reach that corner.

After the secret door, the woman's voice was hoarse: "Your blood tastes really good......"

The man's voice was a little annoyed, paused, and rejected her: "We agreed, I will provide you with blood, and you will help the temple get rid of your queen." What about your sincerity? ”

Helena whispered, "I know, I'm going to kill her, but I'm no match for her right now, and I need your blood to increase my strength...... Let me take another bite, shall you? ”

"Hmm......" Fangs bit his neck again, and the High Priest snorted.

Through the wall, Yun Xia yawned, rubbed her eyes, and hooked her long silver hair boredly, waiting for Helena to come out.

A few minutes later.

The high priest left along the stairs behind the secret door, and Helena, who had drunk enough blood and was in a good mood, slowly walked out of the secret door.

She was originally an orphan girl who was injured and dying, but because the Queen of the Blood Clan was kind enough to save her, she became a powerful and beautiful vampire.

At first, she was indeed grateful to the Queen.

But soon, she found that she had half of the light immune physique.

This means that she can become the strongest bloodline, and she can leave the queen far behind - in that case, why doesn't she kill the queen and claim the throne herself?

Man does not perish for his own sake.

Who let the queen not have this talent......