For vampires whose strength and status are determined by age, Mika, who is not yet 150 years old, can only be regarded as a minor, at the bottom of the race, but her other identity allows her to transcend the barriers of blood and age and be revered. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Every vampire will have a soulmate in their lifetime, and Milka is the vampire bride that the elder-Agut searched for four hundred years to find.

At the beginning, for the sake of this noble girl, Agoura even did not hesitate to violate the laws of the Holy Blood Society, brazenly launched the Blood Moon War, and led nearly 100 blood descendants to attack the Hagia Sophia Cathedral on Christmas Day, and carried out a transformation ceremony on Milka in front of the gods.

A new vampire is born, and Agut gets his soulmate, but also pays a terrible price.

Under the onslaught of the Templars, the Bloodline elite who stormed the church were almost completely killed or wounded, and he himself had his right eye gouged out, even though he was finally able to escape the pursuit under the desperate protection of his men. Unable to escape the fate of being sanctioned, he was captured by the law enforcers of the Holy Blood Society and thrown into the prison at the bottom of the lake, where he has not yet come out.

Agut is gone, but his followers and lineage remain, and while these people generally don't have a good opinion of Camille because of what happened back then, just because they don't like it doesn't mean they ignore it.

That's why Jon is so worried.

Milka died at the hands of Serena, once the news spreads, who knows how much trouble it will cause, especially the old monster who has been locked up for more than a hundred years, if he knows that he has worked hard for hundreds of years to find a bride and has not enjoyed it, he will be thrown into the wilderness, or with this straightforward and cruel death, who can think of how angry he will be.

The unpredictable future made the atmosphere around them suddenly become solemn, and the two stood there quietly, thinking for a long time without the slightest clue.

Perhaps, procrastination is the only way at this stage.

……

Procrastination is perhaps the most common way people face challenges, but John hates it, especially now.

It took half a minute to extract 28 points of soul energy,

It would be fine if he were alone, but there is a mountain-like figure standing behind him, and he keeps looking at you with a cold and scrutinizing gaze, as if what is in front of him is not a person, but a prey that can be enjoyed at any time.

It's not a good feeling.

"Sir, you've been standing there watching me for a full 32 seconds, and I would like to ask if I can stand up and say hello to you now?"

"Of course!"

A low, hoarse voice came from behind him, with an old European accent.

After getting permission from the other party, John turned off the virtual panel, and the aperture in his left eye also disappeared, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, turned his body, supported his right chest with his left hand, took off his hat with his right hand, bowed forward slightly, and said with a smile,

"John Condon!"

"William Stounson!"

The man responded with the same courtesy, but with his height of 2 meters, even if he lowered his head, it gave people a huge sense of oppression.

A bloodthirsty maniac ready to go into battle.

This was the first impression that the strong man in front of him gave John.

A thick brown-red long wind tied into a thick long whip, the face is hideous and cold, the left face is also engraved with the tattoo of a sea beast, the body is majestic, the shoulders are extremely broad, the muscles of the whole body are high and bulging, the opening and closing room seems to contain explosive power, the most wonderful thing is the eyes, the left eye is blue, the right eye is actually red, one blue and one red seems to be extreme ice and fire, no matter how terrifying it is.

And from the spelling of his name, John also found a strange phenomenon,

“sson!”

"Vikings?"

Hearing this, William's eyes lit up, and the two eyeballs gathered together, and in an instant, John only felt as if he was being stared at by a giant beast in the wilderness, and even his thoughts were dulled.

"Serena says you're a knowledgeable scholar, and it seems that you do deserve the title."

William said hoarsely, and a stride came directly in front of John, he lowered his head and stared condescendingly, his majestic posture like an ancient storm bear coming out of a glacial snowfield, exuding a suffocating oppressive force.

It wasn't until this moment that John understood what Jon meant by trouble.

The body is like a hill, and you need to raise your head to see the scenery at the top;

The sea is like a killing machine, and even if you close your eyes, you will feel a biting cold.

Standing in front of him, John felt like a duckweed floating in a storm, without roots, how could he rise to the challenge.

"John Condon, are you afraid?"

"This... This, of course... Hehe! ”

John smiled stiffly and thought for a few seconds before he spoke,

"Nope!"

"Why? Am I not worthy of your fear! ”

"Of course not, mainly... Yes..."

John stammered, somehow, the words that he used to be extremely skilled in the past are always unspeakable today, and the sense of oppression brought to him by the other party is too strong, John has never seen such a person in his two lives combined.

A two-meter-tall Viking giant, he is still a vampire.

The perfect fusion of iron and blood, I don't know what kind of metamorphosis created such a monster.

"Because... We have the same enemy! ”

John, who couldn't think of the best answer, could only give a pertinent answer.

"What do you mean by the same enemy?"

"Werewolves, I hate werewolves, never die."

John gritted his teeth and said fiercely,

"Really?"

William glanced at him coldly and turned his gaze to the corpse behind him,

"And what's going on with this corpse? You killed Mary, according to the laws of the Holy Blood Society, I should hang you, skin you and dig out your heart, and go very close to abuse. ”

Hearing this, John suddenly fell silent, and after a moment, he took a step back and stepped out of this mountain-like shadow, with a calm expression, as if the king had regained the scepter, and returned to its original state,

"Mr. William, before you judge me, I want you to understand one thing, I, John Condon,

Why did you run into this deserted forest in the middle of the night? ”

"Tell me, please, for what?" John asked coldly, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he continued,

"It's for the werewolves, I hate them, and I don't hesitate to abandon my compatriots to cooperate with you, but what about you? What have you done, claiming to be the old enemy of the werewolves, but sending a bewitching vampire to seduce a partner who can help you kill your old enemy, and even take his life and drink his blood,

Hehe!

Could this be the hospitality that the blood clan has cultivated for thousands of years?

Or is it that your purpose was never to be a werewolf. ”

William's brows furrowed after a well-founded question, he was a domineering person, and he never liked others to disobey him, even if John was reasonable, he didn't like it.

If you don't like it, then it's better to die.