In the gloomy dungeons, with the smell of rancid and damp, rats and cockroaches are the biggest winners. Find a nondescript corner where the screams can make your scalp tingle: the Brent Dungeon, which is separate from the London prison.

Those who are imprisoned will one day be freed, while those who are thrown into Brent's dungeons will either be forever cut off from the sun and fresh air, or they will be reduced to rotting and stinking corpses in endless torture...... In the eyes of the prisoners, Brent is hell.

In the past, the Brent dungeon was reluctant to be entered, but today there were many richly dressed people standing in one of the deepest cells, surrounding the old man tied to the pillar.

The old man's body was covered with various wounds: whiplashes, burns, stab wounds...... In such an environment, the wound would worsen at an unimaginable rate, which is why they locked him up here. Even though his whole body was covered in pain, the old man's pale face still had an indifferent smile on it.

"Yu hates your smile, dear priest. Edward, the Black Prince, said, pulling his blood-stained index finger out of Father Sebas's shoulder. For vampires only, they are all weapons, and even slender and slender fingers can be used as spikes for execution, "Your expression will make Yu feel that it is futile to do such a thing, and Yu hates the feeling of powerlessness." ”

Father Sebas looked at Edward the Black Prince indifferently, and replied in a hoarse voice: "It is the best compliment for me to make Your Excellency, who is the God of War, feel powerless...... Even if I go to see God, I think I will smile proudly. ”

What he said was true.

From the time he joined the Bloodhunt organization, he had let go of his desire for life. "If you want to hunt life, you must first ignore life", this is what that man taught him, and only by giving up the desire for life can the most powerful power burst out, which the philosophers of the East call death and then life.

Edward, the Black Prince, had already been licked clean by Bi Qi beside him, and the people around him didn't care about this intimate action, except for the old man on the pillar.

"The smell of my blood is to your liking, beautiful Miss Vampire. Ignoring the priest's hoarse voice and scarred body, he was now an elderly gentleman accosting a girl, "If I meet you at the tavern, I'll treat you to a drink." ”

Becky didn't speak, and as a slave, she was not qualified to speak on such occasions.

"Actually, as long as you name the bloodhunting organization hidden in London, Yu can release you immediately, and she will be given to you. Edward the Black Prince pointed to Pinkie beside him, "In addition, Yu can even give you eternal life, allowing you to complete the evolution from human to god......"

"From man to god, don't tease me, Your Highness, a group of blood-sucking monsters dare to call themselves gods, it's too arrogant! Even your ancestors, Cain, who wandered the world and bred with the witches of the Red Sea, had never had such an ignorant side!" the priest's face was full of madness, and his mouth was full of mockery.

Edward, the Black Prince's face became ugly, and he did feel powerless, even if he used his noble fangs to suck the blood of the priest, he could only see the endless blood and fire in the night, and the priest's memory seemed to be sealed by something, leaving only incomprehensible symbols......

"Very well, in that case, then you should die with the secret of the bloodhunt. Yu will hold a gorgeous funeral for you in the downtown with the most untouchables!" Edward the Black Prince gritted his teeth, he pulled the priest's tattered collar, and said in his ear: "Aren't you the guardian of the people and the spokesman of the gods, Yu will let you enjoy the joy of dying in the cheers of the pigs!" After speaking, Edward the Black Prince left the Brent dungeon without looking back.

Toville was the last to leave the dungeon, and before leaving, he glanced at Father God, who had something in his eyes that he didn't understand......

Edward, the Black Prince, placed the priest's execution at the widest intersection in the downtown area, and he had a huge 20-foot-high stake pillar erected in the middle of the road, and a huge amount of firewood was piled up underneath. In the words of Edward, the Black Prince: "Even in the daytime, Yu must let people from a kilometer away enjoy the enchanting firelight......"

News of the execution of the murderer soon spread throughout London, and everyone except those in the vicinity of Joan of Arc seemed to accept the proclamation that the priest was a murderer.

Robbie, the chubby vintner, almost got into a clash with the guards in order to prove the priest's innocence, and Elizabeth fainted when she heard the news......

The people who have been blessed by Father Sebas in Joan of Arc Cathedral over the years have spontaneously tried to prove the priest's innocence, but their power is insignificant compared to the whole of London and the darkness behind it.

Around the intersection of "Burn him, burn him......" Thousands of people shouted that they wanted to burn Father Sebas, who they thought was a murderer, but they didn't know that for countless nights, it was the murderer in their mouth who used his life to kill the real ghost.

"Disappointed?" said Thorville, standing in front of Father Sebas, watching him be crucified at the stake. Originally, the burning at the stake was to tie people to pillars, but Edward, the Black Prince, believed that the priest should be like his faith in Jesus, and maintain the same method of death.

"This is the person you protect, and the person who wants you to die the most, how sad......"

"They were just deceived by you. The priest said with a blank face. Is it sad? Is it sad? I guess that's how Jesus felt when he was betrayed by Judas and crucified," Hallelujah. ”

After saying this lightly, the priest looked up at the sky, his expression without sadness or joy. Dark clouds obscure the sky and obscure the sun's brilliance, but soon, in his place, he will illuminate the haze.

The bell rang eleven in the distance, and the torches were thrown by the executed soldiers on the firewood pyre, and a huge flame was raised! The raging flames were like an awakened angry dragon, and in an instant they devoured Father Sebas, the old man who was scorched by a thousand degrees of heat, but did not let out a single wail.

Everything was just as Edward the Black Prince thought, the soaring flames were still clearly visible even from a kilometer away, not to mention the black smoke above the flames. The people around the stake had been slowly retreating from the moment the fire was lit, just because of the increasingly terrifying heat.

"God, have mercy on the world...... "At the end of his consciousness, the old man in the flame seemed to say this, or prayed weakly.