Two centuries ago

County Wicklow, Ireland

Dmitry. Growing up in this eastern town, known as the 'Garden of Ireland', Bell went to class, dozed off, stood in penalty, looked at the girl he cared about for a long time, and didn't come home covered in mud until the sun went down.

Although he is no different from others, at best he has fewer freckles on his face than boys of the same age, but little Medde still has something to be proud of, because his father is a glorious earl!

Although he is not hereditary, and does not have his own knights or domains, but this name alone is enough to make old Berak a respected big man in this place, in fact, Dmied's father is indeed a gentle nobleman, he can almost be called a philanthropist, although the small but solid enough family business is well organized by old Barack, he never hesitates to lend a helping hand when he encounters people in difficulty, and he feels like a middle-aged uncle with a noble title, but amiable.

A person's character determines how others look at him, so people always call him 'the generous Count of Barack', 'the kind philanthropist Barack', or 'the respectable Barack'.

I think if it were someone who had the title of Earl here and now, maybe everyone would have given him the title of 'Lazy Ji Wutong', 'Iron Rooster Ji Wutong', 'Ji Wutong who stayed at home and was moldy', well, let's not mention it for the time being.

Dmide's mother, on the other hand, was a dignified lady who entertained every child who came to play with her son with a hot apple pie, and she would trot behind her naughty son with her long skirt and whisper, "Slow down, my little lord, don't fall." ”

It is clear that this is a respectable lady.

So, Little Med. Lord Barack's childhood was undoubtedly full of warmth, joy and happiness.

Until one night when he was thirteen years old, misfortune struck.

At that time, he was troubled with his relationship with Aini, and the little lord felt that he hated her, for the little girl always liked to play tricks on herself, but he probably liked her too, for he was not angry that the girl with the short flaxen hair put straw on her head or suddenly came out from behind to startle herself.

So he called his mother to his room, and in front of the warm fireplace, he poured out his ignorant troubles.

"Haha, my little lord has grown up. The beautiful Countess couldn't help laughing, and pinched her son's little face, which was already flushed: "Believe your mother, my dear, you have grown up from this day onwards! But if you are willing to listen to the advice of the people who have come before, your mother thinks that you can invite that little fellow to our house tomorrow, and I will conquer her taste buds for you!"

That means she'll come back more often in the future. Little Berak looked puzzled: "Will I welcome her?"

"You should welcome her. The mother smiled: "Maybe you will want to watch the stars with her in your room!"

The boy shook his head at a loss: "No, I don't like people coming into my room. ”

"If she's someone else, kid. Eliza chuckled, "It's a pity I don't think she's going to be anymore, oh, I really don't want to lose you so soon, little one, but if there really is that ......"

She suddenly stopped talking, and her cheeks, which were a little pink because of the fireplace, lost their blood color in an instant!

"What's wrong, Mom?" said Dmitry. Barack asked, looking up.

Eliza didn't speak, but immediately picked up Med and walked to the corner of his room, her slender arms lifting the floor.

Inside is a small space.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed the boy, feeling even more remarkable at the sight of his mother, though Brocade and Ellert might think they were fools when they went to school tomorrow if they had said it.

"Kids. The pale-faced mother half-squatted down and looked at her favorite child, her eyes slightly reddened: "Shall we play a game?"

"At ten o'clock in the evening? Mom, you should have forced me to sleep. The boy looked up, his eyes full of curiosity and innocence.

Eliza looked at her child carefully, as if she wanted to engrave his appearance in her soul, and then she insisted on not letting the tears fall, and said softly: "Yes, my darling, you can go to bed later tonight, let's play a game first." ”

"Good!" said Med, who enthuses to play games.

"Listen, I'll give you a treasure map. Eliza took a deep breath, took out a folded note from her necklace and handed it to Dmide, and whispered: "You will hide in here for a while, no matter what sound you hear, don't come out, and when your stomach growls for the second time, push this floor from inside, find the treasure in the treasure map, and when the time comes, you will win." ”

Dmitry nodded obediently and put the note in his pajamas: "What about the reward?"

"Reward......" Eliza lowered her head and said with a little choked up, "The reward is that in the future, Mom will not force you to sleep at ten o'clock." ”

Dmitry was very happy, children of this age already slept less, and the first half hour of sleeping on time every day was always torturous for them, so he was very satisfied with the game reward.

"So, the game begins. Eliza carried Dmitry into the dark compartment and slowly closed the floor outside: "Good night, my little lord, my love." ”

The moment the floor closed, her tears finally slipped down like broken threads, and she couldn't cry.

"Looks like you've coaxed our little lord, dear. Old Barack appeared at the door of the room, and the handsome middle-aged man had changed into a decent suit instead of his usual light pajamas, and he stretched out his hand to his wife: "Then, let's go." ”

The two walked out of their home, arm in arm, as they continued to move forward, their nails lengthening, their fangs poking out from their upper lip, and the man's cloak and woman's shawl faded in the wind and turned into two pairs of pitch-black batwings.

Fate awaits them ahead, even if they have never harmed a person for decades, even if they have to fight against their own bloodline every other month, after all, they still can't completely avoid the footsteps of pursuit, those self-proclaimed righteous beings, the souls contained in their bodies are really much nobler than the two vampires who have been destined to be aliens since birth?

Whatever the answer, they knew that the escape had come to an end, and tonight, their hands that had never harmed anyone were about to be covered in blood, and their souls would be gone.

But at least, their most precious treasure, the crystallization of love, may survive this catastrophe.

On this night, the outskirts of Wicklow County were filled with murderous sounds, and the blood moon was like a hook!

......

Ded was playing the game he didn't know what it was, and he curled up in the dark compartment under the bedroom floor, no matter how noisy it was outside for the next two hours, he couldn't resist lifting the floor to look at it, after all, the temptation to go to bed at ten o'clock at night without being urged to sleep was too great.

It wasn't until breakfast time the next day that he crawled out with the sound of his stomach growling, and the first thing that caught his eye was his messy home.

He was a little scared, but he still remembered his mother's instructions, and unfolded the folded square note, which was a 'treasure map' that could be read with two glances.

Maybe they're just waiting for me there. 】

Having not seen his mother, who was busy in the kitchen, or his father, who couldn't put down the cigarette between his fingers, Little Medder comforted himself and rushed out of the house to a small hill not far from town, where a small red cross was drawn on the treasure map.

Immediately afterward, he found a small box inside a dead old tree.

The fluttering but priceless jewels almost dazzled his eyes, and at the bottom was a letter.

No one knew what it was about, not even the countless lovers or so-called 'kinds' he had ever had, and when he trembled and tore the letter in his hand to shreds, an old man dressed in a priest's robe appeared before Dmide.

"Who are you?" asked the old man softly.

"I'm Dmide, Dmide. Lord Barack. The boy calmly replied that in the previous ten minutes, he had completely bid farewell to the naivety and innocence of the past, and also abandoned his unfinished childhood.

The old priest's eyes flashed with a hint of unbearability: "So, do you know what you are?"

"Bloodline, or rather......" A hint of resentment flashed in Dmed's eyes: "Vampire!"

"I can see your fear and confusion, child. The wrinkled old man sighed: "You don't need to hide it, your parents exchanged their lives for you for a glimmer of life, and they don't want you to resent this world." ”

Dmitry hung his head, tears uncontrollably sliding down his cheeks, he knew that his parents were already unlucky, but when he actually got the news from others, the little boy still broke down.

The old priest didn't bother him, but waited quietly until Dmitry stopped crying before he said softly: "The church thought that you had been sent away a long time ago, and the strength of those young people could not support their arrogance, so they did not find you." ”

"But I've been found by you, what do you want?" asked Med, trembling with fear and anger, "like I did to my parents?"

The old priest turned away and turned his back to Dmide: "Yes, it should be like this, leaving you is doomed to endless trouble, if I were thirty years younger, you would be a dead man by now, but ......"

He walked into the distance, and the voice that came from him became vague: "I can't do anything to a little bat who has not awakened in the bloodline now, you go, as your parents expected, live, stay away from this place." ”

On that day, the chief judge of the True Cross Orthodox Church, with the title of the Light of the End, Marcus. Radaniel did not kill Dmitry and hid the fact that he was alive.

Twelve years later, Marcus died at the age of 137 in his only dwelling since he was sensible, in a small dormitory on the side of the True Cross Orthodox Church headquarters.

In the early spring of the third year of Marcus's death, the seventh and thirteenth bishops of the True Cross Orthodox Church were killed, and they died in their homes with a line written in blood on their chests—Count Barack and Lady Eliza.

In November of the same year, the second chief inquisitor of the True Cross Orthodox Inquisition was killed, and at the scene of the crime, on the wall of the entrance to the underground prison where the Inquisition had executed countless aliens or suspected aliens, there were two large characters: Blood Repayment!

On Christmas Day the following year after the bloodbath scandal, a newlywed couple in Wicklow County were found dead in their bedroom, the woman died in her sleep, and the man had his heart pulled out. On the snow-white wall of the living room, there is a line of bright red blood letters: I wish Aini a happy marriage, your playmate of the same year - Med. Lord Barack.

Half of the heart, which did not belong to these two people, was placed next to Aini's pillow.

Maybe from that moment on, Dmitry. Barack is already crazy......

Three years after the Wicklow County massacre, the True Cross Orthodox Church, which had almost been killed by the small half-upper, was furious and began a nationwide hunt for Dmitry with all the clues at hand.

In the winter of 1835, Dmide, who had lost half of his heart three years earlier and had lost his strength, failed to assassinate the Pope of the True Cross Orthodox Church, De Leon III, and was seriously injured by the Supreme Holy Force.

In September 1837, Dmitry was caught in Dublin, Ireland, and in desperation, he jumped into the sea, suspected to have died.

No one thought that Dmide, who was pierced through three Mithril spears at the same time and then pierced through the heart by the holy sword, could live, not even Dmitry himself.

When he was rescued by a fishing boat in the middle of the sea, he realized that it was his other half of his heart that saved his life.

After killing the newly married Ani five years ago, he was so grief-stricken that he actually took out his entire heart, cut off half of it, and placed the remaining half in Ani's body, while he himself replaced it with the other half of Ani's heart.

The remaining half was placed in the center of his chest, and before he was seriously injured and fell into the sea, he was stabbed by the heresy magistrate, but it was actually just a ball of blood used for disguise.

In this way, he survived by luck.

However, at this time, he could no longer restrain his blood instinct, he brutally killed the fishing couple who saved him, sucked up their blood, and lived incognito, living a life of walking dead.

It wasn't until he was exiled to the East for a long time that he found that his vitality was about to be unsustainable, so he relied on the knowledge inherited in his bloodline to set up the Ancestral Holy Blood Demon Array in the east, south, west, north, and middle of Tanhua University, waiting for an opportunity to prepare to exchange the lives of tens of thousands of people in the whole school for the right to continue to live.

At this moment, the magic array has been formed, and noon has arrived!

He was going to celebrate Dmid with a great blood sacrifice. The resurrection of Lord Barack!

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The End