[9th story]

【Lodell Fanwai】

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Ancient sleepy dark castles, medieval style and sculptures, roses wrapping around the huge corridors under the moon, and the expressions of fallen angels are calm and cold.

In the mysterious and delicate coffin, the blood clan slept peacefully.

Cursed races that rebelled against the gods were denied access to sunlight, drained of their warm emotions and wandered in darkness. I don't like people to be close, I don't like to live in groups, I only get used to being alone, and I will be lonely forever.

A powerful, cursed race.

I don't know when life started or when it will end.

If there are no ups and downs in emotions and you can't feel them, then a long life doesn't mean anything.

But you can't die.

The sterling silver cross stood behind the coffin, clearly a deadly weapon capable of harming the Bloods, and the young king looked at it silently, but he couldn't feel the Bloods' innate fear of the Bloods.

Even the blood of the Divine Unicorn only makes people feel uncomfortable when they enter it, and it can no longer startle any waves except to fill the hunger.

He lowered his long eyelashes and said nothing.

Until a certain day.

The divine consciousness had been vaguely enveloping the castle, it was a super sense from the king, but all this time, he didn't deliberately pay attention to anything, until that night that didn't seem different-

A whispered "sir".

A cold anger suddenly rose from the depths of his consciousness, almost burning the Blood's calm and ruthless brain, the young Bloodclan opened his burgundy eyes, raised his hand silently, and his pale and slender fingers clasped the edge of the coffin.

He slowly got up, his expression calm.

However, the anger did not diminish in the slightest.

It's not a rage, it's a cold, indifferent, displeased.

He stood in front of the cross and closed his eyes.

Even if he never deliberately used coercion, the nobility of the bloodline was enough to make the average nobleman tremble, and when the king's divine sense carried anger, the vampires in the distance knelt down one by one, drenching in cold sweat.

The young king's expression was calm.

- "You can only call me 'sir.'" ”

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In the main god space.

"Teleport."

As the aftermath of these words drifted away, the girl's figure gradually disappeared and left the space.

After a while, the trembling voice of the system sounded again: "Lord God...... Lord God......"

There was no one in the space, and no voice answered, but the system's voice trembled even more: "It's me who is not good, I didn't protect the host......"

Still no one spoke.

Although the main god did not appear, the system seemed to be able to imagine the young man's careless, indifferent appearance with his eyes down.

It didn't dare to speak.

At that time, it was going to help the host avoid the fate of being sucked blood in another way.

However, even it did not expect that just a casual salutation would awaken the sleeping god.

The host has always called the main god an adult.

But...... In fact, isn't anyone who calls the Lord God an adult......

The system is aggrieved.

It's really overestimating—overestimating the ability of the Lord God to reach others with the host......

Don't even call it the same way.

Remembering what the Lord God was busy with recently, the system fell silent for a while.

It is said that the old main god created himself and let himself help the host attack the main god, but now what do you think, how unreliable is it.

Does this man still need a strategy......

The system is silent.