Under the dark starry sky, Dean looked at Monica,

"How did Tsepeš force you?"

"It gives us the Mark of the Lord of the Flies, and can control us from weakness and death at any time." Monica turned to reveal the back of her neck, a silky smooth piece of skin carved into an imprint that resembled a combination of flies and skeletons.

Dean looked closely, and the sigil looked like a vivid kaleidoscope, slowly turning, reflecting a brilliant and brilliant luster, showing extremely rich and subtle details, and the same imprint on Artemunds and Peter from God's point of view.

The murderous intent in Dean's eyes was a little subdued,

"Can Tsepes perceive things through your five senses?"

"I can't." Monica breathed a sigh of relief, the witcher was still able to communicate as before, "He can only torture us remotely and give us orders. ”

Dean nodded, "Then when did you and Peter get caught by Cepes?" ”

"The two of us drove a big truck all the way north along the town of Hawkins, Indiana, stopping at some small towns along the way to resupply, perform magic tricks to earn some money, train Peter to adapt to his new body, and live a peaceful life for three months, during which time we have never broken our promise to you and hurt innocent people."

"It's just that Peter is a little rebellious and impulsive, and his thirst for blood grows day by day."

"Three months later, we were camping in a sparsely populated town in Quebec to perform a magic trick when we bumped into the Cepes team in action."

"It has seized us, forced us to kill sleeping people, and made a cold corpse," Monica's eyes flashed with a hint of struggle and helplessness, and she hung her head in pain, "I don't want to do that, but I can't resist, I deserve to be punished for breaking my promise to you many times in my heart." ”

"You're reluctant, but your companion enjoys it, he's a natural predator." Dean looked at Peter, his young face was as white as freezing, and he opened his lips and couldn't speak,

"Please forgive him." Monica straightened up and hurriedly explained, "He has not been transformed for a long time, according to human calculations, he is only equivalent to a five or six-year-old child, and his mind and self-consciousness are not strong enough to resist the coercion and guidance of Cepesh. ”

"Even if you are forced, your hands are still stained with the blood of innocents."

"I am willing to atone for my sins and help you put an end to the evil deeds of Cepes."

"Betraying Cepes, aren't you afraid that he will launch the Mark of the Lord of the Flies and kill you?"

"Let him come!" Monica's expression was weak, but her dreamy eyes were on fire, "He is a tyrant and a devil who hides countless secrets, and sooner or later he will push our race into the abyss, kill all the vampires, and kill Peter!" ”

The female vampire paused, and her fangs squeezed out angrily between her red lips,

"Before that, why don't I deal with him first!"

"Either I'll die at his hands!"

Her resolute statement caused Peter and Artemuns on the side to look horrified.

Dean once again confirmed from his blood memories that this female vampire was somewhat similar to his own philosophy, incompatible with Cepesz, and trustworthy, "But you can't find him?" ”

"I have a way to get him."

Dean nodded, untied the other party, and called Sean in the darkness behind him,

"Now I'll talk in a different place."

Dean left the shoal to continue to spy on the town of Ganano, and with a roll of telekinesis, he flew back to the coroner's house with a group of people and placed them around the bedroom on the second floor.

"I still have a few questions."

Dean turned his gaze to the coroner who was sleeping soundly on the bed,

"With your powerful hypnotic and seductive abilities, you can easily control all the townspeople, and kill them all at once, why bother to enlist a mortal like Momir Dane to join the plan, and slowly eliminate the townsfolk one by one, without too much trouble?"

"The action must not be too blatant, otherwise it will attract the attention of the relevant departments." Monica, who was sitting in the corner, shook her head, the moonlight pouring in from the window to coat her plump curves with a white veil, "I have another inference, and I think these tedious steps have special significance. ”

"Momir Dane was the most devout believer in Jesus Christ and even held a church position. But over the years, he saw the palatial Christian church standing in the center of the town to receive pilgrimage and worship from the townspeople, but he ignored the continuous decline and death of the town. ”

"He saw through the hypocrisy of Jesus Christ, and that's why he threw himself into the arms of Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, under our simple demagoguery."

Dean fell silent, what does the town's decline have to do with Jesus Christ? Isn't it because of the depletion of resources and the greed of human nature?

Monica continues to analyze,

"And not just in the town of Ganano, in Quebec, every time before, the team would first select an agent from among the townspeople, and then use the agent to help destroy the entire town of Christ."

"Agent?"

"That is, those human beings who were devout in Christ at first, and who were tempted to betray Christ, like the coroner Momir Dane."

"The believer whom Christ has abandoned and buries with his own hands its holy 'body' is the ultimate denial and trampling on Christ, so as to please the Lord of the flies."

……

The progress of the event jumped to 80 percent.

Dean bowed, so it seems that Beelzebub also hated Christ as much as the Lord of Hell and the Lord of the Beasts, and the continuous destruction of the town over the centuries was probably some kind of ancient blasphemous ritual.

"And how do you get out of Cepes?"

Monica wrapped her hands around her trembling chest, raised her smooth chin slightly, and said in a low tone,

"Before he destroys a Christian town, he will ask the members who carry the Mark of the Lord of the Flies to kill at least half of the town's population as a sacrifice, and if the death toll is not up to the mark, he will fail, which is to deceive and blaspheme the Lord of the Flies."

"Now there are only about thirty townspeople dead in Garnano, and he is far from accomplishing his goal. If we move the townspeople somewhere else in advance during the day, Cepes's plan will fail, anger will ignite him, and he will take revenge on us! ”

Dean questioned, "Did he have the urge to jump into the trap?" ”

"Tsepes was very cautious and did not trust anyone, but he had a fatal flaw - a fanatical worship of Beelzebub, he did not tolerate the failure of the faith, and his actions have never failed once from centuries ago to the present."

Never fail?

Di An's head sank, and he quietly raised his evaluation of Cepesh's strength, "You've been planning for a long time, right?" ”

Monica staggered to support her body with her long, freshly healed legs, her eyes flashing with a frenzied cold light, like a she-beast guarding her cubs, "Tsepeshi has been guiding Peter to kill innocents and indulge his instincts, he is constantly pushing my child into the fire pit, I can't let him continue to do this, at any cost." ”

Peter, who was on his knees, blushed and tried to refute, but the mixed feelings of shame and gratitude made him shut up again.

"You'd better get rid of the leader's grip before you rebel against it." Dean glanced at Sean at the antique desk, "The Surent runes you master can seal the connection between the gods and their dependents, and they should be able to cut off the influence of the Lord of the Flies' mark on them, and now it comes in handy, use it to practice first?" ”

Dean casually lifted Artemmons under the wardrobe on the far right side of the bedroom to Sean's feet, and Artemon shook his head desperately, his smooth and handsome face bulging into dense furrows, as if he had been exposed to the scorching sun for three years.

"Leave it to me, I can't see progress in training alone." The sharp light in Sean's vertical pupils made the aristocratic vampire tremble like a hungry wolf looking at a sheep, and then he was grabbed by the neck and dragged to the next bedroom, where he was rough on his back.

Sean bit the index finger of his right hand and whispered an obscure prayer, using his dark red fingertips to draw a feather at the location of the Lord of the Flies mark on Artmunds' chest.

When the first stroke fell, the air shook, and a wave spread through the room, and the latter looked at the ceiling as if he were being held down by a mountain, his eyes bulging out, as if he had seen something extremely frightening.

Monica's slender fingers brushed the beads of sweat from her forehead, and she said hesitantly, "Your Excellency the Demon Hunter, the Mark of the Flies comes from the power of the gods, how can it be sealed?" ”

"You don't need to worry about this, now think about what are the weaknesses of Cepes?"

"He doesn't have any weaknesses." Peter plucked up the courage to speak, but he only dared to look down at the ground, avoiding the other man's sun-burning gaze, "Mina and Artemuns have seen Tsepeshi walking in the sun, and the sun can't kill him, it can only make him a little weak. ”

"He can manipulate visible and invisible energy, as well as the mind of living beings, the blood in the body." Monica adds, "He flies faster than a voice, has great strength, and has a terrible ability that Beelzebub has given him, which is associated with illness and pain." The people in our team had never seen Tsepes make a serious move, and they said that everything they had seen was dead. ”

Dean listened to the two of them with a solemn face, his brain running at high speed, analyzing various possible conflict situations.

Monica pleaded again, "I've said everything I know, if, I mean, if you succeed in eliminating Tsepes, can you let us live?" ”

Dean's mirror-like eyes scanned Monica against the corner and Peter on his knees, like a judge examining a prisoner in the courtroom, about to be convicted and sentenced.

Monica pursed her lips, "As long as Peter's life is spared, my future life will be used to repay your kindness, I give God, Satan, Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies... The gods and demons swear. ”

"No, I don't need you to take responsibility for the choices I made!" Peter leaned on the edge of the bed to prop up his knees, trying to stand up, but then a force brought him to his knees heavier, his kneecaps almost broken, "Witcher, Monica is kinder and weaker than many humans, she doesn't deserve to die!" ”

"That's not called weakness, that's called principle. It's all because I didn't guide you well, you are so rebellious and impulsive, and I will pay for your mistakes. Monica's eyes were gentle but powerful, and she did, "Without me by your side, you will have to grow up slowly on your own in the future." ”

"No!"

"Shut up! I'll spare you your lives first, and I'll make a decision after I settle Tepes. Now wrap up the event. Dean put an end to the tangled argument and snapped his fingers at the old man on the bed.

As if he heard a thunderclap, Momir Dane trembled, sat up straight, and his cloudy eyes swept the three unfamiliar faces in the bedroom, first with some doubts and surprises, and then into joy and piety,

"Are you messengers sent by the Lord of the Flies?"

The old man lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed excitedly, knelt down in front of Dean and hugged his knees, looking up at him like a believer kneeling towards the gods.

"Did the Lord of the Flies send you to take me?"

"Yes, Momir Dane," Dean smiled and nodded at him, stroking his thinning gray hair, "you've sent dozens of old friends from the town of Ganano into eternal peace, and now it's your turn to accept the reward." ”

The old man's beard trembled with excitement, "What should I do, how shall I receive this gift?" ”

"Close your eyes and follow my lead... See? The end of life is a new and unknown realm," Dean described in an ethereal tone, his right hand spread out in mid-air, "and it was filled with pure darkness, silence, emptiness, more dead and silent than a black hole, without temperature, without the sun, moon and stars, human beings or animals, the concept of time and space." ”

"Only nothingness remains."

The ecstasy on Momir's wrinkled cheeks cooled, revealing a hint of bewilderment and fear.

"There's nothing ahead of you."

As soon as the words fell, Dean closed his five fingers, and his telekinesis instantly compressed the old, thin body inward into a fist-sized blood ball, which ignited flames in the rotation.

In a second, the body and soul were burned to ashes and disappeared from between the fingers.

There is no trace of Momir Dane's existence in the world.

"Whether this 'agent' is out of good intentions or selfish desires, he wants to send away the old man of the town, they are all reunited in eternity." Dean looked at the two vampires in front of him who were so frightened that their cheeks cramped, "Next, it's your turn." ”

Dean turned his gaze to the next door.

There was a sharp thud outside the bedroom, like a hammer hammer hammering an iron nail into the hard oak wood, piercing through everyone's consciousness.

In the sound of heavy footsteps, a sweaty Sean dragged a lifeless Artemuns from next door, like a butcher dragging a disemboweled animal.

Artemuns' chest, smoother than a woman, showed a mess of dark red blood, as if he had lost his breath and heartbeat and turned into a corpse,

"I'm sorry, my Celent runes are not very proficient, so I started a little harder, not only sealing the Mark of the Lord of the Flies on this vampire's body, but also wearing out his soul, but I have practical experience, next time I guarantee success, at least seal the mark for a day."

"It's normal for experiments to fail, and it seems that the power of 'arrogance' is superior to gluttony." Dean patted Sean on the shoulder encouragingly, raised his hand to pinch Artemons' corpse into powder, and turned his gaze to Peter, "Now it's your turn to remove the mark." ”

Peter was shaken, and he only felt that his body was unrestrained, but his feet were filled with lead and did not obey the call, and he did not want to move.

If the seal is lifted, will you die like Artemuns?

"I'll do it first." Monica saw his concern and took the initiative to get up and follow Sean away.

The next thing is that the only two remaining vampires in the room have the seal of the Lord of the Flies sealed by Sean with the Soul rune.

Monica stretched, her long hair draped over her shoulders and a charming smile in her eyes.

"Free, finally free from that damn shackle, I don't want to kill in my sleep anymore."

Peter looked at his hands and was eager to try, "We're just running away to the ends of the earth now, and no one can catch them, right?" ”

"You can try to escape." Dean smiled in invitation, and saw the latter bow his head timidly and bend humbly.

"Just kidding, Lord Witcher, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just following your command."

"Now it's time to find a way to transfer the remaining residents of the town and lure out Cepes." Dean said,

"There are 532 people left, and it's not easy to take them away in a short period of time. ”

"How?" Sean wiped the bangs on his forehead and muttered, "I went to Ottawa, the nearest big city, to rent a few travel buses and trick the old people out of town in the name of free travel?" ”

Dean glanced at Sean in surprise, and suddenly felt that this guy had traveled from the afterlife.

"That's a good idea, but don't bother, when it's almost dawn, gather all the townspeople in the town square, and I'll send them away."

(End of chapter)