By the time a distraught Udis and Brigitte lead a group of refugees to Cathedral Square, Light has regained its grip on the world.

"Why are you anxious like a lost dog?"

If even Odris had any nasty thing, it would be the one in front of him: Lucar Matthews, who was also one of the twenty-six Templar Knights, and the Heavenly Saint "J".

"Even the most basic etiquette has been lost...... D, R, where has your glory as a Templar gone?"

"Put away your ugly face, J. Brigitte, who was named by her own holy word "R", hit back at the other party with the same treatment: "Then get out of here!"

"As the Templar of the Templar today, I have the right to order you to explain the present situation to me. Undeterred by his colleague's vicious tone, Lucar stepped forward, blocking the only path to the church door: "Report to me, paladin. Right now. ”

"I'll just say one last time, get out of the way!" As soon as her slender eyebrows lifted, Brigitte, who was already in a belly full of yin fire, had already grasped the hilt of the sword at her waist with her right palm: "You ......!"

"As you can see, Templar, these are refugees who have been left homeless because their villages have been destroyed by the Bloodlines. Reaching out to nip Brigitte's impulse in the bud, Audis shook his head imperceptibly at her: "Whether it is for them to rebuild their homes or find a new place to live, I need to listen to the Pope's opinion." ”

"I don't see any of you carrying vampire fangs or heads. Seemingly unconcerned about the trembling and terrified lamb-like villagers in the square, Lucar noticed something that was more important to him: "So, can I understand it...... You failed?"

"Yes, we failed. Without denying the other party's unreasonable speculation, Oudis did not seem to see the almost undisguised ridicule on Lucard's face after hearing that he had been defeated, and he still showed neither humility nor arrogance: "And this is one of the reasons why I need to meet the Pope......" Suddenly raised his head and strode forward, Odris's tone was flat, but to Matthews's ears it was like a wind blowing from hell.

"I have reason to believe that Cain may have awakened. ”

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"Devil, butcher, killer......" The moonlight illuminated the valley as bright as day, and Cain walked slowly around Amber, who was tied to the wooden cross: "Do you know why those humans have given me so many names?"

Not wanting to give even the simplest response, Amber didn't even look at Cain.

"Because they are afraid of me. "I don't think it's a pestle, the king of the blood clan has forgiven Amber for his arrogance. Standing still in front of the other, Cain smiled like a tolerant and kind elder: "Just like you." ”

"I'm not afraid of you. Finally speaking, Amber lowered her head slightly and looked at Cain, and there was no emotion related to fear in her eyes: "Not at all." ”

"You're going to be scared. Glancing at Dracula under the stage, the corners of the Blood King's mouth pulled a playful arc, and then lowered his voice: "Soon." ”

As if disdainful of responding to such a shoddy provocation, Amber shut her mouth again.

"You don't think I'm really going to kill you for that stinking piece of garbage that doesn't even count as an appetizer, do you?" Cain looked at the other with interest in his patience.

Glancing at the other party with some contempt, she was obviously more worried about Dracula's state than Cain was at the moment: "Of course not. ”

He was too calm.

"Do you know why I'm the King of the Bloods, not Dracula or any other duke?" sighed, and even a hint of hypocritical regret crossed Cain's face. Although he was asking Amber, he didn't wait for an answer before he said to himself: "Just because I was the first vampire? No, it's not." ”

"It's because of the Holy Blood. The King of Blood's dark robes began to move without wind, and Amber knew that the time had come: "You shouldn't have it...... For that is the glory that only I deserve!" Approaching the prisoner's ear, Cain's lips curled viciously and cheerfully: "Thank you...... Gave me such a good reason. ”

"If the Holy Blood Suit is really the supreme right that only the King of the Blood Clan can have. ”

The moon was full in the sky, and Amber still waited for the scene she least wanted to see. Shaking his head silently at Dracula, who had already stepped out, Ambol, who had never cried even a single word since being captured, was now in tears.

No.

You promised me.

Dracula, who had already stood in front of the stage after the words fell, just dusted off the collar of his robe, which was already smooth and flat, as if what had just come out of his mouth was nothing more than an understatement like "what is the weather like tonight?" With the indescribable tenderness in his gaze from a hundred meters away, Dracula once again made a declaration of challenge after turning his handsome face back to Cain.

With an irreparable determination.

"I, Stuart Teng Dracula, Grand Duke of the Bloodline, now stake the name of family and glory to officially challenge the King of the Bloodline to claim the crown. ”

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Before the papal throne, the twenty-six Knights Templar gathered in a rare gathering.

"Are you sure that's Cain?the legendary ancestor of vampires?" Nicholas III, though old, still thundered from his throat, "not a prince or duke of Reina and Daryl?"

"The subordinates can't be sure, Your Majesty. Falling down on one knee, Udis lowered his head in reply: "What my subordinates can guarantee is that this monster is definitely far more powerful than any bloodline we have encountered before. ”

"Could it be that the same one who has also been attributed to the legendary Grand Duke Dracula?" Joan of Arc on the five steps was the only one who did not have to kneel before Nicholas, and in fact the title of Holy Virgin was somehow no lower than that of the Pope: "After all, as far as is known, he has not been seen for more than a hundred years." ”

"Maybe Dracula's strength is just as impressive, but no matter what...... No grand duke can have more appeal than a king. As if recalling the swarm of bats she saw last night, which seemed to be devoured by heaven and earth, Brigitte's voice trembled unconsciously: "My subordinates have never seen so many blood clans, Your Majesty." That can't be the amount that can be achieved by a single family!" Raising her head, even her teeth were stumbling, she finally got out of the building the words that everyone was trying to avoid, as if utopia could continue to exist as long as they didn't mention it.

"Your Majesty...... A thousand-year-old bloody war may be coming again. ”