No one knows what the structure is like underneath this majestic building, just as no one knows how the icebergs floating on the sea are below the surface.

The old man in the red robe placed the scepter of the cross in his hand in the hand of the statue of Yahweh, and behind the throne of the statue there was a huge red pennant. The pennant has a blood-colored silk satin finish and is surrounded by noble and ornate gold trim. If you look closely, the golden silk embroidery has a soft golden yellow, and only a very pure gold wire can have such a texture.

If the pennant represents magnificence, then the scepter engraved in its center represents majesty. The mere mere hoisting of this gate-sized flag means the supremacy of the Pope!

The old man opened a corner of the pennant, and behind it, the heavy feeling of bronze came to the surface, and a quaint bronze giant door stood there quietly, exuding solemnity and solemnity. The old man placed his hand in the groove on the door, and after a slight tingling, a drop of blood was absorbed by the door. The intertwined angels and demons on the door seemed to come to life, each occupying half of the door, and the bronze gate slowly opened with a dull sound, revealing the narrow and deep staircase inside......

The old man strode into the dark world inside the door, and the bronze door slowly closed behind him.

There were no candles on either side of the old narrow staircase, and the old man walked in the darkness without the slightest delay. Finally, the long and narrow staircase came to an end, and everything in front of me suddenly became clear. If anyone could pass through the blockade of that bronze gate, then he would be amazed by what he saw, who would have thought that there was a small papal hall under the great Papal Palace, exuding majesty in the endless darkness!

"I'm sorry guys, I'm late. The old man in red stood in the center of the hall and said to the darkness inside.

As soon as the words fell, sixteen pairs of blood-colored pupils pierced the darkness, like thirty-two blood-red fireflies suspended in the air.

"Why don't you turn on the lights, my dear friends. As he spoke, the old man clapped his hands, and the torches around the walls suddenly lit up, illuminating everything in the hall. Sixteen old men in red robes sat neatly at the round table in the center of the hall, and the only seat left was facing the door, which was for those who had not yet attended.

"Come into the ranks, Gregory, this kind of occasion is not for you to play treasure. The old man sitting at the top knocked on the table and said.

"Of course, Your Majesty, follow your will. The old man sat down with a smile, but there was blood in his eyes when he squinted together.

"Can you be really, have you lived in vain for thousands of years?" the seventh old man's face was a little helpless, "Fourteenth, this meeting is very serious, I hope you can control your attitude." ”

"Control your attitude?" Gregory's eyes suddenly opened, and his originally kind face instantly turned cold, "The pope's meeting was suddenly held during my term of office, what, do you want me to retire and go back to sleep in the coffin?"

The others did not immediately refute Gregory's questioning, and the beating fire shone on the huge statue behind them, which showed a man and a woman looking down at everything in front of them like emperors. Cain of the Ancestor and Lilith of the Red Sea, the common ancestors of all the Bloods, are eligible to place these two gods in the Hall of the Presbyterians. And the seventeen people they looked down on were the seventeen elders of the blood clan!

In the world of light, these seventeen are the Templar Popes with supreme power, and in the world of darkness, these seventeen are also the Venerables of the Eternal Night, who have supreme power.

Every thirty years, one of them enters the papal hall on the ground and exercises the power and power of the pope. If there is nothing important in normal times, the current pope will not easily return to the Hall of Elders, and the others will sleep in the darkness underground, waiting for the next transfer of power.

This was something they had laid down thousands of years ago, and as the most honorable council of elders in the Eternal Night, they had the power to make all the rules of the Bloodline. "Blood Pact" and "Precepts" are the two major codes used by the Council of Elders to bind the blood society, but in today's Blood Clan, more and more people have begun to express their contempt for the Code, no, it should be said that it is contempt for the Council of Elders.

This is also the reason for the sudden convening of the Papal Synod.

"We didn't come to quarrel with you this time, don't you understand how far the situation has become?" the first elder said solemnly, "Fourteenth Elder Gregory, what effect has your rule over the years had on the development of the Blood Clan. ”

"I see, you are not here to quarrel with me, you are here to accuse me!" Gregory suddenly raised his voice, "the change of history is not the final decision of one person, and the weakness of the Presbyterian Council is not caused by me! If you think that the establishment of the secret party is my dereliction of duty, then why don't you think about how they have the ability to fight against us." ”

"Calm down, fourteenth, didn't a certain philosopher in the ancient country of the East say that, there is no reason to raise his voice. I'm sure everyone here is as deaf and deaf as I am. The fifth elder combed his meticulous silver hair and said lightly, "This meeting is not to be against someone, to be precise, we all want to reverse the current passive situation, and the dignity of the Council of Elders has not been challenged in this way for a long time." ”

Gregory could not deny this, and it was embarrassing for such a thing to happen during his tenure as a fellow pope and an elder of the Bloodline.

"The only consolation now is that the werewolves are still keeping to themselves, but no one can guess how long this stability will last. "These young people are more naughty than you can imagine, and as an elder, I think it's time to educate them." ”

"Education, with what education, your incompetence?" said the thirteenth elder sarcastically.

"Enough, be quiet!" said the first elder, his voice not loud, but with unmistakable majesty, "it is true that the days of peace will last too long before they develop into the power they have now, and the best way to solve the problem is to intensify it in a way that none of them can escape. ”

"So, this meeting is to provoke war?" asked Gregory.

"It's not war, it's education, teaching those children to learn the most basic respects. The first elder said slowly, he was qualified to call the other clans of the Blood Clan children, "The black plague is raging in the land of Europa, even if I stay here, I can feel the putrid smell of corpses, what is the most important thing to these mischievous children?"

"Power and power. The Bloodline has a lot of desires, but this one can be the first one. Gregory said.

"Don't judge others by your standards, fourteenth, the deepest desire for the Bloodline is blood. The second elder spoke, "Not everyone has the opportunity to touch the Holy Grail like you, and those who don't 'make up' can't be called true nobles of the eternal night. ”

"Okay, you're right, but the news of the Holy Grail must not be leaked out, it's an iron law!"

"Yes, but we can use it to get the results we want. The second elder looked up and said, "The Grand Duke of the Dragon is supposed to be on the opposite side of the secret party, right?" said him, a smile of implicit meaning on his lips.

A silvery glow descended from the dark blue night sky, casting a hazy moonlight over the earth.

The wind blows through the sycamores through the forest, leaving a cheerful rustle along the way, like an Arab dancer shaking his hammer around a campfire. Even though the scythe of death has swept across Europa, the beautiful scenery still blooms silently, the only difference is that even the drunken painter has no intention of copying it with his brush......

In a corner of Woff Castle, the sound of gold and iron in the vast fighting hall broke the silence of the night.

Five shirtless young men stood on a square fighting platform, each holding a jet-black iron rod in their hands. Whenever the iron rods collide with each other, in addition to the pleasant impact sound, the flying sparks also make the audience more and more boiling.

If a human samurai comes to the stage, they usually wear light armor and slash each other with blunt broadswords to ensure that they do not suffer too much damage. Naked and fighting with iron rods, the whining sound of the waving could tell that the thing had at least broken bones and tendons when it landed on the body.

But what is a broken bone and tendon to a werewolf?

Toville flashed an incoming iron rod with a beautiful flying body, and then swept the opponent aside with his own iron rod, and he fought against four people at the same time, and he actually seemed to be at ease. His long blond hair was soaked with sweat, and his bare muscles were beautifully carved by ancient Greek artists.

Livian sat on the high platform beside her, her beautiful eyes full of the heroic figure, perhaps because of the moonlight, her face was an intoxicating camel red......

Tovir on the fighting ring naturally didn't notice this, he dodged left and right in the surrounded by four samurai, and it was clear that the iron rod was close to his body, but it always passed by his flesh.

"To be honest, it's really boring to fight against you, we're always being beaten. One of the samurai at the head smiled bitterly after taking a beating. His left arm had just blocked the incoming iron rod, and unsurprisingly it was broken in an instant, twisting into a strange shape.

In the face of strong resilience, a fracture is like a stone in a shoe. In a matter of seconds, the bones can be realigned, and it's even more convenient than removing stones from your shoes, because you don't have to do anything.