Praise the moon, praise the night, praise the Creator ....... ”

In the eastern district of Ganzros City, in the Temple of Night, a pale, bloodless man knelt in front of a statue of the bright moon covered in black veils and prayed in a low voice.

The woman wearing a pure black robe, with a bright moon in the center of the robe, walked behind him and said in a crisp voice: "Vampire, this is the temple of my lord Lady of the Night, not the place where you should come." ”

"Isn't your lord my lord?" the man chuckled quietly, and said in an old voice that did not match his age, "Or do you despise your lord's creatures?"

"Our Lord never said that He created you. ”

"But my lord has never denied it, has he?"

The man smiled and said: "Darkness is not evil, the dawn that regards darkness as evil is the real evil, little girl, in the six hundred years since I was born, I have seen countless bishops, but among these bishops, all the bishops who cannot put aside the so-called good and evil in their hearts, who cannot abide by neutrality, and whose final achievements stop at the bishops, without exception." ”

"Never forget that our Lord is a neutral deity. ”

"This is an old man who has sucked blood and eaten more than you have ever eaten. ”

Watching the female bishop fall silent. The man laughed, "But if you can recognize this, with your qualifications to become a bishop before the age of thirty, you may be able to become a big person I need to look up to in the future." ”

The man laughed, "Well, my children should lure those damned priests away at this time, as the creatures of our lord, we don't want to cause trouble to our lord, so please forget the memory of my visit for a while, after all, those priests who claim to be righteous often use despicable mind reading." ”

"What do you want to do?" asked the female bishop in a low voice, and from the other party's words, she could tell that the other party was about to make a move in the city of Ganzros.

"Forget it. ”

A strange magic diffused out, the female bishop looked at each other in amazement, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared in her sight, and then came back to her senses, surprised to find that she was here?

"Strange!"

She looked up and saw a blood-colored moon hanging high in the sky, and her face suddenly became solemn, "Are the vampires coming to Ganzros?"

In the moonlight, the young man who had prayed in the Temple of the Night stood on the roof, and a flock of ghostly bats squeaked in front of him, and a moment later turned into a dozen young men in black cloaks and red bow ties, with bloodless faces.

He opened his mouth and asked in a rather serious tone, "Did you find the thief who was supposed to have been drowned in human feces in the sewers?"

"Found it, Earl, Lord Cannes. A young Bloodline said respectfully.

"Hehe, I hope you're not talking about finding a scapegimble like last time. Count Cannes said lightly, the previous substitute ghosts were on the edge of human activities, the church was weak, and only some small priests were preaching, but this place is different, every temple here is presided over by bishop-level clergy, attracting them to hunt down, and these vampires may not be able to leave safely.

"If so, I'll drain your blood and expose your body to the sun so you know what the sun is like. ”

"This time I have confirmed it again and again. The young Bloodclan said respectfully.

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in the hotel.

The man opened his silver-white eyes and woke up from his sleep.

- Because of being hunted down, he hasn't slept so peacefully for a long time.

The man I put on the fake pages should be dead, hehe, those blood-ridden vampire idiots have killed people in human cities, I just need to find someone to report to the clergy of the Good God Church, they will definitely be hunted down by the clergy, and then I can leave calmly.

He put his hand into his arms, rubbing the pages of the book in his arms, and his mood relaxed a little.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a page, and his face suddenly stiffened.

"How so?"

"Why is it here?"

Almost the next moment, he rushed to the window and looked up, a blood-colored moon hanging high in the sky.

Damn, those blood-ridden vampires are here.

"Humble, dirty, werewolf who only deserves to stay in the sewers, I thought you would continue to look for a substitute ghost to interfere with our perception, but I didn't expect you to find a substitute for the dead ghost this time, you found foreign help?

A bat hung upside down, its scarlet eyes staring at the man.

The werewolf stared at the bat for a moment, and then sneered, "You can see it, Count Cannes, you are really smart." ”

"No, you're too stupid, if you really have foreign help, they should have come to the rescue when we found you just now, and that's the best time to sneak up on me. ”

"Now, tell the truth. ”

The strange magic began to diffuse, and the werewolf, who was about to sneer, suddenly saw a pair of scarlet eyes, and his spirit was in a trance, and he blurted out unconsciously, "No." ”

The werewolf's face changed when he came back to his senses, "Speech and spirit." ”

Count Cannes, who got the answer he wanted, immediately said, "Kill him." ”

A swarm of bats pounced like a whirlwind.

The werewolf raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, the nose on his face was extended, two fangs protruded from his mouth, the nails of his hands and feet grew and elongated, and his tall body swelled up, tearing his clothes, and the thick hair on his body covered his skin.

He waved his claws at the bats that pounced.

The two sides fought together.

"A Blood Count who is about the equivalent of a level 20 master professional, and a werewolf who is about the same as a high-level professional, this doesn't look like the reverse devouring doom of the Wheel of Fortune. ”

The fate he weaves obviously involves legendary professionals, and according to the previous backlash brought by the wheel of fate, it is called doom only when there are legendary professionals or demigods.

"Is it really just a coincidence that I'm involved in this incident?"

Jiang Hao, who was hiding in the shadows, thought about it in his heart, it seemed that he had been weaving fate with the wheel of fate for a long time, and he felt that the coincidence was not a real coincidence, but a pair of invisible black hands deliberately arranged.

Is this what others say: that conspiracy theorists see the world as a conspiracy?

Jiang Hao thought in his heart, ready to leave, looking at this situation, this werewolf would not last long, and suddenly, his divine instinct felt that a legendary professional was approaching here.

He quickly turned away, closing his eyes as he went, and a one-eyed painted with simple gray lines flew up, silently hidden, staring at the werewolves and vampires.

Sure enough, the so-called coincidences are not coincidences, they are deliberately arranged by fate. ”

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