Song Heqing didn't expect that his small move would already stun the demon hunting team.

The Demon Hunter has a special agency for city management, and once they detect abnormal energy fluctuations, they will come to check on them.

In the first two hundred years, due to the scientific and technological progress of the Terran race, internal contradictions occurred frequently, and they fought constantly, giving the blood clan a chance to breathe.

Over the years, the Bloods have regained their strength to attack the Terrans, causing great damage to the city.

Soon, a strangely shaped car drove up.

Passers-by on the street turned their heads to look, and they were familiar with this kind of car.

"What? Is there a Bloodline? ”

Passers-by were talking, looking up, or looking around.

Three people got out of the car and scolded:

"Stand still and wait for inspection."

Song Heqing didn't plan to leave, and watched them go around and check with instruments.

The so-called instrument is a stick and a circle, as if it is used to sweep mines.

The effect is actually similar, lifting, aiming at the pedestrians on the road, it is a scan, and nothing is found.

One by one, and soon, the demon hunter holding the scanner had already approached Song Heqing.

For him with an ordinary appearance, the witcher didn't take a second look, and went directly to the instrument to scan.

Song Heqing didn't intend to hide, but the scanner swept him up and down, and nothing abnormal appeared.

The witcher moved on to scan for the next one.

Song Heqing was a little puzzled:

"9527, what's going on? Counterfeit products? ”

"I don't know, maybe this thing is useless to you, right?"

"That's not right, the blood clan is made from my blood and hair, so it's useless to me."

……

Immediately, Song Heqing knew that this thing was still very effective.

Just two or three meters after the witcher left him, the scanner in his hand actually rang.

"Didi, Didi."

The woman's face changed drastically, and she immediately turned around and wanted to run, but the witcher was quick and took out his stun gun and hit it.

The woman fell to the ground.

He looked back and revealed a pair of sharp fangs and light blue pupils.

A low-level bloodline should be here to carry out the mission.

When the other two witchers heard the movement, they rushed to help, and when they saw the subject of the capture, they were disappointed:

"After doing it for a long time, it turned out to be a small miscellaneous fish."

"What should I do?"

"What should I do, the Blue-Eyed Blood Clan, it's not worth it, let's correct the Fa on the spot."

The witcher raised the gun in his hand, this is the weapon of the Holy Court after enchantment, and it is easy to deal with ordinary bloods.

As a result, at this critical moment, the blood woman suddenly burst out and ran away quickly, looking like she was about to turn into a bat and fly away.

The witcher did not dare to delay and shot directly.

"I'll go! It's stuck! ”

I pulled the trigger several times, but no special bullet was fired.

Because of this brief mistake, I could only watch the woman turn into a bat and fly away.

"Damn, what's the matter with you? Drop the chain at a critical time. ”

His companion complained to him, after all, he came out to toss it, but he didn't even deal with a low-level blood clan.

"Can I be blamed for this?"

Now I can only consider myself unlucky.

Behind this scene, it was naturally Song Heqing who made a ghost.

The witcher eventually returned in vain, and he continued to wander the streets.

When passing by a fruit shop, the owner was closing, and when he saw that he was still on the street so late, he kindly reminded:

"Young man, it's too late, let's go home, it's not peaceful now, there are many vampires outside at night, but it's fierce, cannibalism."

Song Heqing looked at the kind-hearted boss and nodded:

"Okay, thank you."

The owner hung a silver plaque at the door.

The pattern on it seems to be a human figure, which should be dedicated to the blood clan, and there is indeed a flow of energy.

Song Heqing continued walking, aiming for the tallest building in the city.

Cathedral of Light!

In the original book, the methods of human beings to deal with the blood clan are from the iron tools at the beginning, to the gold and silver tools at the back.

In addition to these carriers, the most important of them all, is the magic of the Holy See.

Yes, although this novel is an urban fantasy text, it is also an extraordinary urban text, somewhat punk-flavored.

The city here is most likely the religious beliefs of the Middle Ages, plus modern weapons and equipment, plus modern entertainment...... It feels like a stitched world.

The cathedral is staggering in size and is the tallest building in the entire city, as far as you can see when you look up.

Slowly walking to the front of the church, the waiting guards stopped Song Heqing:

"Who? What are you doing here? ”

"I want to go in and pay homage to the God of Light."

The guard frowned:

"It's the middle of the night, the doors are closed, what are you still doing? I'm going to come early tomorrow. ”

"Okay, excuse me."

Song Heqing walked around the corner, and the figure gradually disappeared.

Since the main gate is blocked, then figure it out yourself.

In the blink of an eye, he was inside the church.

At this time, he completely restored his original appearance.

It is worthy of the seat of the Holy See, and inside it is magnificent, excellent carvings, dazzling.

Even at night, it is brightly lit.

The surrounding stained glass, illuminated by candlelight, is particularly gorgeous.

According to the setting of the novel, the suppression of the blood clan by the Cathedral of Light is indescribably strong. But Song Heqing didn't react at all, but felt quite warm.

He walked all the way to the center of the hall and looked up at the huge statue of the god of light, stunned.

The seven or eight meter-tall statue is all carved from white marble, and even the eyebrows and hair of the figures, as well as the folds of their clothes, are lifelike.

You can even feel the softness from the marble.

This is not the point where Song Heqing was surprised, the most important thing is the face of the statue.

Isn't this the face of the original owner?

It can only be said that it is seven or eight points similar to this face.

Seeing this face, the previous doubts were suddenly solved.

In the novel, the origin of the God of Light is not detailed.

Now Song Heqing understands that the God of Light in the mouth of the human race, as well as the ancestor of the blood race, has been him alone from beginning to end.

No wonder the scanner didn't work for him, and the power of the church couldn't affect him.

"9527, you can help me see my luck now."

"Okay...... then 9527 exclaimed:

"Host! Your luck is stronger than that of the male and female protagonists.,This is the first time I've seen this kind of system.。 ”

After all, as the ancestor of the two clans at the same time, the luck is not strong!

But the problem is that he can't take it lightly now, because once he damages the Terrans, he will also be affected.

"It's really hard. 9527, what will happen if I go to find the male and female protagonists? ”

"According to the setting of the male and female protagonists, your luck will probably flow to them."

It's a real problem, and I have to find a way to solve it.

Just as Song Heqing was pondering, an old voice as old as a grain of sand came from upstairs:

"Who's downstairs?"

The one who can live in the church is naturally the famous pope.

The old man, with a long beard, staggered down the stairs and said to his back in the center of the hall:

"Who are you, why are you still in church so late?"

Song Heqing turned around and looked at him quietly.

The Pope's eyes widened suddenly, and his tone instantly stammered:

"Light ...... Bright......? ”

This familiar face, he has seen it all his life, how can he forget it.

It's even better than the original sculpture.

The Pope rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Song Heqing thought of something and showed a strange smile.