Dean flies to the small town of Ganano with Sean's telekinesis.

Bathed in the cold night breeze, ask the doubts that linger in your heart.

"What is the origin of Beelzebub, the lord of flies in the mouth of the vampire?"

Dean did not absorb information about Beelzebub from Marat Vinci's memory, and his biggest impression was that he was a "big man" in a shadow cloak with a blurred face, but Marat respected him to the ground.

"It's about the Black Death, the plague." Sean squinted his eyes and struggled to maintain his weightless body, recalling, "I've read in some articles that there have been three Black Death pandemics in history. ”

"The first pandemic was around 541 to 750, the second was around 1320 to 1800, and the third was from the second half of the 19th century to the 30s of the 20th century."

"The disease spread like wildfire, killing countless people around the world. They believed that Beelzebub was the cause of the Black Death, and that the body of the person infected with the Black Death was rotting and countless flies were circling around him, so they called Beelzebub the lord of flies and the king of flies. ”

Sean said depressedly,

"According to Christian culture, swarms of flies gathered on filth or corpses are a symbol of gluttony, and Beelzebub is a gluttony of the seven deadly sins."

……

Dean nodded, and an intuition surged in his heart, perhaps Beelzebub, like Lucifer, the so-called Lord of Flies and the sin of gluttony, were just stigma imposed on him by some believers of God.

But the brutality of the town of Ganano is real.

"Is it all related to him that most of the 'ghost towns' that disappeared in history?"

……

With a person, telekinesis flew at a speed of more than 200 meters per second, Dean and Sean flew to the eastern entrance of the town in less than half a minute, and landed in a depression full of abandoned ores, thorns, and deathly silence, wrapping his whole body with telekinesis.

In order to avoid triggering the target's crisis intuition like last time, Dean is far away from the target this time.

"Be quiet, relax, and be happy," Dean pointed to Sean, who was half-crouching behind a bush beside him, feeling the image coming back from the shallows in the distance, "Don't let them detect murder and hostility." ”

Sean nodded expressionlessly, his pupils blinked twice and turned into vertical pupils, and he looked into the distance along the line of sight of his classmates, on the roof of a two-story villa on the left side of the narrow road at the entrance of the town.

A faint black light shone out four humanoid creatures.

The first woman from left, dressed in a wine-coloured home-style cotton coat, has a slender figure and a pale, delicate face.

The second is a young and handsome man, dressed in a long black coat, trousers, shirt, black hair neatly trimmed, with a striking long sideburns parted on the side, full of a kind of eighteenth-nineteenth-century classical temperament, he has one foot on the eaves, and his black hole eyes sweep over the houses in the town, like a nobleman who is watching the deer with a telescope.

The companion to his right was a younger, eighteen or nineteen-year-old man, with a thin face and a young and immature face, and his dark eyes radiating exuberant energy, shaking his nose and licking his lips eagerly, like a high school student who couldn't wait to steal a turkey on Christmas night.

The one on the far right sits on the ridge with his hands on his knees, and the black cloak that is blown tightly by the wind highlights the graceful curves of the hips, thin waist, and plumpness, which is an out-and-out sexy stunner.

The long hair fluttered back like a ribbon, brushing the slender neck like a swan, the pale side face as paper, and a pair of blue eyes.

There was unbearability in her eyes, like an innocent girl who was forced to carry a butcher's knife at a lamb.

"When Marat comes back, Peter and I will shoot tonight, one for each person, and the rest will be sentry." The man on the side put his arm around the little brother's shoulders and encouraged, "Behave well, don't be in a hurry." ”

Peter nodded solemnly, like a soldier named by a general.

"Our little master has little experience and needs to be exercised, so we can give more opportunities to practice." My Fair Lady looked at the high school student with silky eyes, her slender fingers painted with red nails brushed against his chest, causing the other party to tense up and smile shyly, "But Artemuns, you have already shot more than fifteen times, and you can't patronize your own enjoyment and ignore the needs of your companions, this time this sister I and Peter will act together." ”

The corners of Artmund's mouth curled, "Lady Mina, don't you like the sweet essence of pure boys?" The blood of these old guys is too strong, and they burn their throats, so be careful to spit it out if you drink too much. ”

Mina giggled and straightened her strong chest, "It's good to change your taste once in a while." ”

"Nope." The cloak woman on the far right with her hands on her knees suddenly stood up and swept her gaze over her three companions, "Anyone can shoot tonight, but it can't be Peter." ”

Mina unappetly reached out to wrap her arms around the high school student's arms, and her beautiful face was flowing with a charming luster,

"Monica 'Queen', change your temper, you can't always restrict Peter's personal freedom, he has to say it himself."

Monica's bright eyes narrowed, shooting a dangerous light, "I am his guide, and I am responsible for him!" ”

"This big-and-small, one-on-one way of living is outdated for three hundred years, and now we are a fashionable and friendly group, in an equal relationship with each other, except for the chief, to be respected and understood." Artemons stood beside Mina with his hands on his chest and looked at Monica with disgruntled expression, "You can't force my little brother to be a vegetarian. ”

"It's like tying the eagle's wings, suppressing his talent and instincts, and he will be so weak that he can't stop a few guns and will be reduced to waste."

"Listen to me, Peter, you've done enough in this time to keep proving courage and hunting ability." Monica pursed her red lips, no longer looking at the two companions, and directly stretched out her hand to the high school student, her eyes were as gentle as a caring mother, "Come to me, just like before." ”

"Don't move, Peter, don't let a weak, hypocritical old woman manipulate you," Mina poured hot air in his ear, her voice low and caressed, "you don't need to restrain your instincts too much. ”

Peter was excited, looked left and right at his cheerful and interesting companions, and then at the "teacher and mother" who had been dependent on each other all along. Biting his lower lip, his hands clenched, he struggled to swallow his saliva, and stood still.

Mina smiled a victorious, "See, Monica, Peter is not your pet and doesn't need your orders or arrangements. ”

Monica's face turned even paler, and her lips trembled as she looked at the high school student who was running away from her gaze in disbelief.

Artemmons leaned to Peter's side and said lazily, "You've made the right choice, get ready to go to the house and receive your reward, tonight in addition to the nutritious essence, you can also absorb the 'sweeteners' that make people feel good, suck them dry, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

Peter nodded, narrowing his eyes, his pale face flushed with excitement.

But then this expectation was shattered, and suddenly a majestic and powerful voice sounded in his ears, like a stern command from his father's steel.

"Mara Finch is gone, get out of Garnano."

"Marat Finch is gone?"

Escape?!

In an instant, the faces of the four vampires arguing on the roof changed drastically, the pitch-black veins and veins varicoated from under the skin, and the backs arched like big cats, and then turned into four long black shadows that shot in different directions.

From a distance, they looked like pieces of clothing that had been swept away by a volley of ropes falling from the sky.

……

A kilometer away.

Dean, who was hiding in the depression and watching from a distance, looked at this with a piercing look in his eyes.

Why did it leak again?

The next second.

Sean next to him only felt a chill around him, and his companion disappeared.

……

The cloak flew and flew hundreds of meters west like a lightning speed, and Monica felt a chill on her back.

The feeling of impending calamity soaked into her skin through her clothes, so strong that her stomach twisted desperately, as if an iron rod was cruelly stirring inside.

Her thin lips grinned to reveal two fangs, and her porcelain-like hands had sparkling steel cones from the ends of their ten fingers, and they turned back with a claw.

Poof—

It's like grabbing a bed of cotton, and it has no effect.

As soon as she gritted her teeth, the black cloak draped over her back turned into a downward trajectory and flew away, her astonishing speed climbing further, and her sexy and angry body shot into the distance in a cloud of black mist.

But it's too slow.

A force grabbed the back of her neck and shook it slightly.

Thousands of beams of white-gold light then turned into steel needles and pierced the back of her neck, piercing her neck, spine, and waist, crushing every bone.

In the sting of the tide, Monica fell from the sky into the snow, and like a boneless snake, she lost all resistance.

She saw a dark shadow levitating in mid-air in her round eyes, reaching out toward the deep night in the east.

Space Devouring!

Like the palm of Death's hand, it tore through the calm space, uncovering a large black hole in the distance.

Artmunds, who flew ghostly eastward, let out a terrible scream, and his abdomen and legs from the chest down were all bitten by the void like the monster's mouth, and then closed.

Whoa...

Bloody churning entrails hit the top half of Artemuns' body and stained the snow red.

Monica heard a few more terrifying "whoosh" sounds.

The shadow threw something fluttering north, and Mina, who was fleeing, let out a scream sharper than an orgasm, her hands and legs bursting into a mist of blood as if they had been blasted by a bazooka.

It was as if a mysterious force had invaded her body, forcibly depriving her of all perception of her eyes, ears, mouth, nose and mouth.

She fell in a pool of blood on the ground, flabby, and her face was as dull as a vegetative state.

And in the end, Peter is tied to him from the south by an invisible force, and the newborn vampire is so stiff that it is like a freshly carved wax figure and is brought to display.

The battle process added up to less than 1 second, and the four fleeing vampires were all caught and gathered in a spinach field outside the town, and their previously calm and cheerful expressions were completely distorted by the illogical battle, and the heartbeat of a dead man's heart accelerated to a normal frequency.

Dean slowly fell to the ground, casually took the blood from the four vampires, and started licking the memory.

Seeing this, Monica's gorgeous face slid a few drops of cold sweat and fell into the furrow between her clothes, and then she found that the force that choked her throat was loosened, and she couldn't help but speak,

"Don't hurt us, what do you want?"

Her voice was still crisp and sweet like a girl, and there was a trace of pity in the corner of her eyes, but it couldn't shake the cold gaze of the man in front of her.

"How many vampires are there on your team? Who are they? ”

"Will you let us go if I tell me the answer?" Monica felt the crispy numb bones that healed themselves, and her tone was weak,

"It's up to me to decide, but if you don't say it now, you'll suffer a lot of sin." Dean hooked his finger at Artmund, who had just grown out of his abdomen, which was crushed into minced flesh again, his eyes bulging out of his sockets in pain, the green tendons on his neck bulging, and his mouth open to wail silently.

Dean's hand fell on top of Peter's head again.

"Don't hurt him, I say!" Monica begged, "There are six members of the team, Mara Finch, me, Mina, Artmunds, Peter, and our leader. ”

"Chief?"

"He called himself Tsepeš, a pale, bald, two-meter-tall skinny man..."

Tsepeš?

The progress of events in the system has jumped from 60 percent to 65 percent.

Dean raised an eyebrow, always feeling like he'd heard the name somewhere.

"What kind of vampire is Tepes?"

"Powerful, ancient... At least a few centuries to live," Monica looked fearful, "and he could easily kill us with a single finger." ”

"How do you compare it to me?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him go all out," Monica shook her head pitifully, "I'm not on the same level as you. ”

"Then your serial killings in the town of Ganano were all instructed by Cepes?"

Monica narrowed her eyes in pain and nodded, "Yes, he asked us to do that." ”

"Why? Don't be like Marat Fincher and say that the old people of the town want to kill themselves, you're fulfilling them. Dean said sarcastically, "Don't tell me it's a need for survival, you don't need that much blood, you don't need to kill people." ”

Monica was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the man in front of her knew her own race surprisingly, and seemed to have come into contact with her somewhere.

And Peter, who was fixed like a puppet by telekinesis, had a trance in his eyes, and an unusually familiar feeling surged in his heart.

"Tsepes only tells us that this is a glorious mission from the gods." Monica bit her lip and stared at the swarthy town in the distance, "Pick these remote towns, sparsely populated, and have no natural resources, hypnotize, suck blood, hide the leaking rumors, and covertly accelerate the process of their demise." ”

Progress jumped to 70 percent.

"So before Garnano, you destroyed other towns?"

Monica took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "There is a thousand-person town in Quebec that has completely disappeared. Before Peter and I joined the team, Cepes destroyed a town every six months to a year. He has been active for centuries and has been engaged in this divine mission. ”

"Centuries, even centuries," Dean muttered, "there are at least hundreds or thousands of towns destroyed under Cepes, and they have never been discovered, what is the point of such a cruel mission?" ”

"I can't give you a definite answer, I just know that all the towns that were destroyed had churches of Christ." Monica's tone was stunned, and a hint of gloom flashed in her eyes, "Destroy them, and the Lord of the Flies will grant us a divine grace to protect us from the Law of Convergence, Marat, Mina, and Artemuns, the old men of their team, have not encountered the Law of Convergence for tens or hundreds of years, and until today, everything has failed." ”

I can escape the punishment of the Law of Convergence, but I can't.

Dean was silent for a moment, "Let's talk more about the Lord of the Flies." ”

"The rest of us don't know much about God except for Tepesh, except that He is associated with disease, chaos, and death in human society, and that Beelzebub, who is known as gluttony, has influence only under Lucifer."

"Is it true, then, that the Black Death pandemic had something to do with Beelzebub?"

"I don't know, maybe there is."

Dean stared at Monica's clear eyes until he confirmed from his blood memories that the other party was not cheating, "Last question, where do I go to find Cepes?" ”

"I can't answer, he will only take the initiative to notify us when he has a new order." Monica bit her lip and said hesitantly, "Just now it was also Cepes who revealed that Mara had an accident and let us run for our lives." ”

Dean turned his gaze to the remaining three captives, untying some of their bonds,

"Does anyone know the whereabouts of Cepes?"

The faces he saw in his blood memories were blurry, and he couldn't find anyone through the dark realm of his mind.

The three vampires all shook their heads instinctively, and Mina, who had regrown her white and tender limbs, looked at Dean's cold eyes, her eyes fluttered, and her white teeth bit her lip lightly, and said in a soft voice like a lake,

"Leave me alone, I'll be grateful to you, as your exclusive vampire slave girl, I'm very skilled, I can kiss you all over your body, and I can do it more gently than your wife."

Click.

Dean snapped it.

The vampire's glamorous head twisted three hundred and sixty degrees, moved directly from its neck, rolled to the ground like a football, and then a black light rushed into the sky and disappeared.

You killed Mina, Fighting lv6 (51→53/900)).

Without a soul essence, go back to Beelzebub?

Dean raised an eyebrow and looked at the remaining three blood-covered vampires,

"If you can't provide more information about Cepes, there is no need to live."

"Wait! Don't do it! Peter suddenly looked at Dean and screamed, "Did we meet somewhere?" ”

Dean didn't speak, looking at the high school student with a faint gaze,

"In Hawkins, right, you're the witcher who let me and Monica go in the first place?!"

"You changed your voice, your smell, and your face, but the way it made me didn't change!"

The Witcher of Hawkins?

Monica's mouth opened in surprise, finally understanding where the familiarity in her heart came from.

But how is that possible? It's only been more than half a year, and the man who was not much stronger than herself has become so powerful and terrifying, bringing her a sense of threat that even faintly surpasses that of the leader Tsepesh, who has lived for centuries.

Dean's eyes swept over Monica and Peter's faces, a complicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes couldn't help but flash the glamorous female magician, the naïve and ignorant depressed high school student who had regained her life.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right, but remember what I asked you to do when I let you go?"

"Abide by the principles, don't do evil, and kill innocents indiscriminately, otherwise, someone will collect the body for you."

"It's only been half a year, and you broke your promise to join Tepes's team and kill people."

"So, I'll collect your corpses for you."

Collect the body...

Cold voices echoed in the night sky,

"Don't!" Monica begged, as if she was about to yell out of her little cherry mouth, "We were forced, Cepes forced us to join the team!" ”

(End of chapter)