The two of them are like twins of light and darkness, Abel has light in his heart, but Hoheng is the embodiment of darkness.He knew that he and Hohen were aliens, and he had seen too much darkness about the castle; Sometimes he even had to get his hands dirty to deal with troubles, like the mouthy little maid last night.The little maid just said something she shouldn't have said and was executed by order of the ruthless Marquis of Hohen.Whenever Abel remembered that his hands were stained with the blood of innocents, in the middle of the night, Abel would be saddened; But Abel will not be soft on those who are wicked and willing to degenerate.For more than two hundred years, Abel was tired of the white gloves of the Marquis of Hohen.Sin and guilt weighed on Abel's heart like a mountain, and his heart begged for deliverance, and he believed that the day of deliverance was not far off.———— battle is still in full swing.The werewolf's claw slammed against the scales on Hohen's body with a cacophony of teeth.The current battle situation is quite unfavorable for the werewolves, and as the battle drags on for a long time, the werewolves' physical strength begins to decline.And the deadliest thing is that they can't break through the defenses of Hohen's bat-monster; Whether you bite with your teeth or scratch with your claws, you can't help the scales of the bats.The old man was a little anxious when he saw that the werewolves were starting to lose his strength, so he climbed behind him with the help of Hohen's huge body.There is only one part of the bat monster's body that is not covered with scales, and that is the back of the neck.The old man raised his hands and wrapped his legs around the bat monster's neck, and plunged his right claw deep into the skin.Hohen jumped to his feet in pain, trying to shake off the old werewolf on his back, but the old werewolf opened his mouth and bit the piece of flesh.But the Marquis of Hohen had been enjoying this game of cat and mouse, he had enjoyed the struggle of the werewolves, he had admired their feeble resistance, and now he was tired of it, and he was about to start to get serious.The batacore leaped to his feet with the old werewolf on his back, folded his wings and spun rapidly in the air; It looked like a spinning top that was going crazy and then he turned around and landed with his back down, trying to crush the annoying fly with his own weight."
It's game over, silly dog."
The Marquis of Hohen changed his previous crazy appearance and said in a playful tone."
The game has just begun, Hohen!"
The old werewolf sensed Hohen's plan, stepped on Hohen's back with both feet, and leaped into the air.Although he dodged the fatal pressure, the old werewolf's chest was cut by Hohen's blade wings in a high-speed spin.The blade blade was cut deeply, and the flesh and blood at the wound were blurred, and it could vaguely reach the ribs of the old werewolf's chest and the beating heart in the ribcage of the chest; However, this wound did not prevent the old werewolf from quickly retreating to a safer distance.The incision is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the newly tender flesh buds cover the incision like grass after a spring rain, but as a blood clan, Huo Heng will not let go of this rare opportunity!"
Well, something is flowing out."1The bat-monster's huge mouth showed a mocking smile, and he chanted a mantra in praise of the ancestors of the blood clan in Latin, "Blood ancestor, I control the blood flow of life in the world in your name, and in the name of Cain, I will draw the blood of the hypocrites, and tonight, the blood will flow like a river!"
”The old werewolf's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he yelled, "Disperse!"
”Although the wounds cut by the blade were repaired by the werewolf's terrifying self-healing ability, the blood that had flowed out was gathered by Hohen into small blades of blood condensed into each other.Under the influence of Hohen's spell, this blade was aimed at the fleeing werewolves.The loss suffered by the bloody hands back then was that they did not take precautions against this move, and the whole army was wiped out and ended up as a dry corpse.Although the old werewolf had alerted everyone with a loud roar, the precise control focused on a few unlucky people who couldn't dodge.The blood-colored blade was like a ghostly phantom, silently taking away several lives; In order to protect her child, the mother vigorously pushed away the young wolf cub and blocked the bloody blade with her own flesh and blood; For the sake of his beloved, the husband hugged his beloved wife tightly in his arms, and greeted the invitation of death with his solid back; In vain, the boy swung his claws and slashed at the Bloody Blade, for behind him was his sister.The blade slices through the werewolf's mane and muscles with ease as if it were slicing cheese after hitting the werewolf; As the blood flowed, the blade absorbed all the blood in the wounded's body, and the injured person became dead in an instant, and the blade of this blood increased its strength after absorbing more blood.The scarlet blades flew back to Hohen's side and danced, forming a veritable river of blood around Hohen.Huo Heng opened his mouth slightly, sucking this river of blood into his mouth like drinking juice, and while enjoying it, he thought to himself, "Ah, the taste of blood intoxicates me, the blood of the gods really tastes much better than the blood of mortals." ”The fighting had already collapsed a lot of houses in the village, and Silas understood why the buildings in the village were in tatters.The evil Marquis of Hohen treats this village like a leek, and he will come here to enjoy it whenever his blood-sucking instincts stir.The struggle of the werewolves is completely unworthy of the power of the Marquis of Hohen's transformation.Werewolves have tried to migrate, but they have never been able to escape the Bloodline's sense of their bloodline.Therefore, the werewolves and the blood clan in the world are blood feuds with each other; The Bloodline longs for the werewolf bloodline to grow, and the werewolf will kill the Bloodline's cubs for self-preservation.Hohen's restlessness over blood was quelled by the werewolf blood he had inhaled, his instincts still greedily craving for more, but his sanity told him he needed to stop."
This group of captive fat sheep can't be slaughtered all at once, and they can be kept for ten years and then come and enjoy slowly."
Marquis Hohen thought to himself.The werewolves were still vigilantly watching the Marquis of Hohen, who had finished sucking blood, but he flapped his wings, forming a strong wind pressure that blew the werewolves almost scattered in formation."
Silly dogs, keep your fears of me, and I will reign over your land once again."
The words of the Marquis of Hohen came from the air, and after he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and turned into a black light and fled away.He now needs to sleep for three days, quietly digesting the power in his blood in an undisturbed place.Those powers were the reason why he hadn't aged for a hundred years, but the Marquis of Hohen didn't seem to stop at the superficial level of power of eternal youth; He longed for more power to satisfy his ambition to surpass Cain, the ancestor of the Blood, and become a true god-like being, never to fall.The memories of the inheritance flowing in his blood always reminded him that even if he was as strong as Cain, the ancestor of the Blood Clan, he was still defeated in the battle and fell into hell.Cain was burned to ashes, and his soul sank in the flames of hell, tormented by the flames of hell for all eternity.Although the Marquis of Hohen respected Cain, his vast ambition drove him to do more things that Cain did not dare to do, such as blasphemy.———— werewolves failed again, howling at the full moon and Sirius in the sky.This is a farewell to a dead kind, an elegy for the soul.As the old man said, every werewolf is a true warrior, and every victim protects the most important person with love; They are not afraid of death, because after death they will return to the Father, Herman Bunus, and become the Father's guards.It is a glory that belongs to the dead, and they have respect for the dead, but they also have human hearts and feelings.Even though they looked extremely hideous and terrifying after their transformation, Silas realized after contact that these monster-like werewolves were much cuter than people in the outside world.They will not harm their fellow citizens, they will not resort to intrigue for their own benefit for no reason, they will not be presumptuous for selfish desires, and they will not hold high the banner of morality to do some chilling evil things.They are tolerant, they are friendly, and in contrast, the sinister people appear dirty.They are strong, they are brave, and in contrast, the cowardly look humble."
The dead are gone, we have to work harder to live!
Continue the Father's bloodline!
Let's leave our grief to the cowards, we can only succeed in revenge if we become stronger!
The splendor of Sirius will guide our path!
”The old man shouted inspiring words, using faith to ignite the fire of hope in everyone's hearts.Silas watched all this without saying a word, and his fighting spirit was stimulated by what had happened; Although he may not be able to help a lot with his meager efforts, he is willing to join the Lantern Village and become a member of the Lantern Village.Silas' fate was destined to challenge the Marquis of Hohen, whether it was for the sake of Atina or for the sake of the people of the Lantern Village.And with so many werewolves in front of him who are good at fighting, they are Silas's best swordsmanship and body art teachers."
Whew!!"
Whether they are old or young, they will turn the thousand words they want to say into a wolf howl.After turning back into human form, they returned to their respective houses and changed into new clothes, which had become tattered in the process of transformation and could no longer be repaired.Silas helped several young men gather the bodies of the dead, and they would ascend in flames and travel through the shattered underworld to reach the Father Herman Bunus.Everyone stood by the fire that had been built high, and watched without saying a word as the bones of their loved ones were burned to ashes.The laughter and laughter of the past are still vivid.Silas seemed to understand why they were so happy every day, and it was because they both cherished every minute of each other.—————— whether it is table manners, mannerisms, or aristocratic dance, Elena began to get better in the company of Abel.Her temperament began to transform from a girl next door to an elegant aristocrat.Despite the many subjects on the day, Atina is always looking for an opportunity to escape.She carefully observed the routes of the guards and the time of shift change every day, and although she did not write them down with a pen, she already knew the rules of the guards' movements.She only had to wait quietly for the rest day to come, the day she was given free movement, and she only hoped that the Marquis of Hohen would come back a few days later.Considering the wide variety of items that might be needed to escape, Etina asked Abel for sewing tools such as scissors and needle and thread, citing her penchant for hand embroidery.Every night before going to bed, she would practice embroidery in front of Abel, and over time, Abel took it for granted that it was indeed Atinna's hobby.In order to dispel Abel's suspicions, Atina also embroidered some elaborate patterns on the clothes of Abel and the Marquis of Hohen, but Atina's real purpose was to sew a long cloth rope from the remaining rags of the embroidery, which would become the key item for her escape!
She hid the unfinished rope under the mattress and worked by moonlight late at night.The next day, "Good morning, Miss Etina." ”Abel woke up Atina in the morning, as usual."
Yawn~ Mr.
Abel, good morning."
Atina yawned and replied with sleepy eyes.Able seemed to notice the extra dark circles under Atina's eyes due to staying up late, so he asked, "Miss Atina, you don't seem to be resting well?"
”Atina suddenly realized in her heart, and she thought to herself, "Am I being discovered?"
”But she still said naturally coquettishly, "It's all to blame, Mr.
Abel, your class schedule is too intensive, and my physical strength seems to be a little inadequate."
Yawn~ She is still a girl. ”"Hmm.It seems that this is indeed Abel's mistake, and Abel is too anxious.I'll adjust the intensity of the course next. ”Abel replied thoughtfully."
Hee-hee, that's great, thank you, gentle Mr.
Abel."
Atina said mischievously with her tongue out.Atina never expected that her mischievous words would touch the softness of Abel's heart."
Yes, I do want to be a gentle man, but unfortunately I have been guilty of a lot."
Abel had some entanglement in his heart and lost his mind."
Mr.
Abel, Mr.
Abel?"
Abel's voice sobered Abel, who said, "I'm so sorry Abel was distracted.Now let's invite Miss Etina to wash up and eat. ”———— Marquis of Hohen reverted back to his human form and sat in a cave deep in the jungle.It turned out that the owner of the cave was a black bear about two meters long, who had been in the mountain and was the leader of the beasts in the mountain.But while he was out foraging, a terrible coercion came from the air; It was too frightened to move, so it was impaled by the tail of the whip and became the food of the Marquis of Hohen.The crimson power flowed through Marquis Hohen's body, and the veins in his body were like purple cobwebs.He needed to use this power to further improve his physique and soul.In addition to the power of blood, some of the power belonging to Sirius in the werewolf blood constantly formed a wave in his body to impact his body, trying to break through his veins and skin and return to Sirius, but the Marquis of Hohen was constantly strengthening his heart with the offensive of this star power.The heart of the Bloodline is the core of the Bloodline's power, and legend has it that Cain's heart gave birth to three Bloodborne Cores.At this time, a bloodborne nucleus in the left ventricle of the Marquis of Hohen emitted ominous fluctuations.