If the trajectory of a vampire's life is also a "life", Cethia's life may not be good.

The first half of Sercia's life was in chaos and nothingness, staring at the darkness that was nothing, and I don't know if it was for decades, centuries, or thousands of years.

Suddenly, in the boundless void, a voice sounded in her head, it didn't matter what that voice said, the important thing was that from that day on, she couldn't refuse the instructions given by this voice.

When Sercia opened her eyes again, she was already standing on the top of the wilderness, dressed in the black robe of the queen made of dark crow feathers, wielding the bloody prison sword that abused all beings, looking down on the trembling and weak creatures as a tyrant, and personally leading their iron hooves into the loess beneath their feet.

Killing all the way, burning all the way, there is no reason and no purpose, just because the voice in her head made her do it, she couldn't refuse, it's as simple as that.

Want to rebel? Seriously, I don't want to, her blood has no temperature, just as there is no trace of emotion, and there will be no emotion of resistance, just like a cold machine, waiting for it without instructions, and executing it accurately if there are instructions.

It's the same after the Battle of Sunset, but the imprint in my mind has changed, and the giver of the "voice" has also changed, but the facts haven't changed much, and it's still the same as before, listening to orders, killing enemies, collecting knives, and a very qualified puppet.

Even before being devoured by the ancestors, Cethia still didn't have any feelings, and her behavior of wanting to rescue Luo Wei was just "ordered" as always.

Luo Wei asked her to fight back? Okay, then try to fight back.

Luo Wei asked her to stand up? Okay, then try to stand up.

Perform the duties of a puppet.

When devoured by the Ancestor, Cethia was in fact dead, absorbed by the Ancestor's powerful bloodline and became a part of its body, but for a brief period of time, her consciousness remained.

Perhaps because of the devouring of her body, Cescia inexplicably found that the imprint in her mind was gone, the voice was gone, and everything returned to the most primitive nothingness, just as she had stared into the dark void.

Sercia never imagined that there would be such silence without branding, without restraints, without shackles, without anything.

For a bird that doesn't want to fly at all, it doesn't really matter whether there are chains on the wings or not, there is no difference.

But is that really the case?

Cethia was the bird, she didn't think to have her own consciousness, just be at the mercy of the imprint in her mind, and there was no resistance.

But what if, one day, you suddenly want to fly?

When Cethia's consciousness was completely swallowed up by the ancestor, she had a thought she had never thought of, should she live a good life for herself?

Should you live your own life? If the life of a vampire is also a "life"...

Of course, reality does not allow Cethia to think too much, her brand will disappear due to the devouring of the ancestors, and her life will also end because of the devouring of the ancestors.

It was a new life, and a farewell, and her freedom only lasted for a few minutes, but from the bottom of my heart, it was a good life without constraints...

Cecia relaxed her consciousness and let the ancestor devour her, at this moment her mood was very calm, and she was very calm about her death, if there was any regret, it might be the young man.

Cecia had not been around the boy for a long time, and she had the impression that humans were always full of greed and desire, but this boy was very pure.

It can be said that he is cold-blooded and cruel, but really pure.

If other humans had made a contract with her, they might have ruthlessly vented the desires of the lower half of her body, but this boy didn't.

Although Cethia is rarely summoned by Luo Wei, she actually knows everything about Luo Wei and can share the consciousness in Luo Wei's mind, and even Luo Wei herself does not know about it.

He is really a very pure person, compared to those typical wilderness evolutionaries, his thinking is really simple to the extreme, that is, he keeps running towards the only goal, and everything he does is to get close to the person he loves in his heart, and that's it.

Cethia believed that even if she didn't have the imprint of the contract, she would be willing to stand with Luo Wei, because this young man had everything in him that she didn't have.

Of course, this seems to be just a fantasy, because whether it is him or himself, he will soon die at the hands of the first ancestor, and the time they looked at each other a few minutes ago may be the last gaze of this life.

Sometimes, though, fate is so clever to rekindle all lost hope when you're at your most desperate.

Just as Thesia's consciousness was about to disappear from this world, the Ancestor's terrifying roar suddenly resounded in her mind, and the energy that was originally devouring her in an orderly manner began to stir and become chaotic.

Cethia didn't know what was happening, but she felt a familiar aura approaching, and although this aura had become hideous, as if it had been wantonly polluted by something, it could still be vaguely recognized as Luo Wei.

Although Cethia didn't resist the imprint in her mind for the first half of her life, it didn't mean that she would resign herself to fate, and at this time, the energy around her that devoured her fluctuated, and she naturally began to struggle.

Cethea's consciousness confronted the energy that was trying to devour her, and the upheaval outside seemed to be getting more and more violent, and something was frantically destroying the body of the ancestor.

And Cethia could feel that the blood reserves in the ancestor's body were originally endless, as deep as the sea, but at this time, they quickly disappeared as if they had entered a bottomless black hole.

In order to be able to break through, Cescia mobilized the last of her strength to fight back against the Ancestor from within.

“Hel！ eknis，Yui... il... Ruit... Rui！ (Stop!) The weak, you will regret being born again! ）

In the roar of the Ancestor, Cecia didn't know how much blood storage she had devoured the Ancestor, although she only swallowed a small part of it in that strange disappearance speed, it was far beyond the blood reserves of her peak.

When the Ancestor first devoured Cethia, he knew that this was an S-class vampire queen who needed time to digest, but was interrupted by Luo Wei halfway.

So the ancestor knew very well that his body had begun to mutate, and he was devoured by Cethia's death, but what could he do? Neither can it block the onslaught of the external Luo Wei, nor can it stop the backlash of Cethea in the body.

Nothing can be done! It's like Locho who was tied to the reverse cross a few minutes ago...

“eknis，Yui... il... Yach... oid... Forn..."(The weak, you will see the world burning... ）

In the final whisper, the ancient vampire died a very miserable death, destroyed by the internal and external oppression of Cescia and Luo Wei, his body was crushed by Luo Wei, his soul was devoured by Sercia, and his own existence was completely lost.

When Cethia opened her eyes again, she saw the world again, a world without imprints, a world with no more shackles on her wings...

In the distance, Luo Wei, who was swallowed by the crown of thorns, stood face to face with her, and the cells and tentacles on her body grew violently under the action of the thorns.

Sercia glanced at the linen rags on the floor, smiled charmingly for the first time in her life, and said to Luo Wei, "You helped me remove the shackles, and now it's my turn to help you." ”

The queen's black robe on Sethea's body was windless and automatic, like a tentacle from the demon world, the strange scarlet energy was entwined like a poisonous snake around her body, and the pair of blood pupils were full of unspeakable nobility and oppression, under the domineering pressure of the sky and the earth, the six hundred and thirteen pounds of blood prison giant sword in her hand moved in response to the sound, and slashed towards Luo Wei's head with a roar.

"Keep living! Come with me! "In the shattered wreckage, the high-speed Blood Hell broke through the thorns of the temporary defense, and slashed at Luo Wei's head with earth-shattering power, completely cutting off the crown of thorns...

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