“I’m so hungry…”

Speaking almost in a dream, the little boy Jack raised his head and looked at Joshua who was wearing red gloves.

“I’m so hungry…”

His mouth suddenly opened wide, all the way to his ears, his white teeth were neatly aligned, and slightly sticky saliva kept flowing out.

At the same time, he rushed out and pounced on Joshua in front of him, so fast that there were still broken images left on the spot.

Although Joshua was on high alert, he was still a little slow to react.

Before he could even see the process clearly, the little boy Jack jumped in front of him.

Boom!

The blond figure seemed to hit an invisible wall and stopped just one step away from Joshua.

The little boy Jack was hanging in mid-air, and a reddish-black light suddenly appeared on his body, corroding the transparent barrier that was blocking him.

Behind Joshua and Derrick, Demon Hunter Colin had knelt on one knee at some point and thrust the straight sword in his hand, which was coated with silver-grey ointment, into the ground.

Then, the entire area where the altar was located suddenly became brighter, as if it was filled with the purest morning light.

Colin suddenly drew his sword, and his figure split strangely, turning into overlapping afterimages distributed around the altar.

Each of those figures raised the sword in their hands at the same time, combining with the nearby morning light to emit a bright glow.

whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Straight swords thrust out one after another, and the light of morning light gathered together, surrounding the little boy Jack from all directions.

In the brilliance of the rising sun, the black and red figures quickly evaporated and were wiped out in the storm-like attack.

The light in the underground hall where the altar was located became extremely bright, so bright that Derrick Berg could not help but close his eyes.

He suddenly woke up from his deep sleep and saw the fire burning quietly in front of him and the team members guarding the camp diligently.

Colin, the Demon Hunter, who was sitting cross-legged next to a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Set off in 50 lightning strikes."

Hearing this, Derrick looked up at the sky and found that the frequency of lightning had not increased significantly, and darkness was still the dominant force in this land.

Thinking of the city-state he was about to arrive at and the temple of the fallen Creator, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

After spending some time calming down, Derrick ate quickly and got back into fighting shape.

I don’t know what will happen in that temple... He held the "Hurricane Axe" and came to the middle of the team.

Inside the camp, lanterns covered with thin animal skins were lit one after another.

…………

15 Minsk Street.

Klein boiled some hot water, adjusted the temperature, and took a comfortable bath.

Feeling lazy after taking a bath, he walked four steps backwards and entered the gray fog, intending to use divination to confirm the matter of the evil spirit.

In the silent ancient palace, Klein leaned back in his chair and thought carefully about what divination method to choose and how to design the divination sentence. This must comply with the principles of mysticism, cannot involve subdivision and exclusion, and must have sufficient information.

After a brief pause, Klein leaned forward, materialized a pen and paper, and wrote down what he wanted to confirm:

"The evil spirits in the ruins have strong malice towards Sharon and me."

Klein took off the pendulum from his left wrist, held it in one hand, and began to meditate.

After repeating it in his mind, he opened his eyes and looked forward.

This time, the citrine pendant is spinning clockwise like crazy!

This shows that the evil spirit's malice is even stronger than Klein originally thought!

At that time, there was nothing unusual in the spiritual intuition of Miss Sharon and I... That evil spirit was also a powerful one that interfered with divination and prophecy... Haha, he certainly couldn't have imagined that one of us restrained our desires and would not be blinded by greed, and the other had experienced too many things and knew what it meant to "seek the skin of a tiger"... Klein sighed, returned to the real world, and lay down on the bed.

Unfortunately, the heat brought by the "Sun Brooch" is only a psychological feeling and cannot warm the bed... Before going to bed, he closed his eyes and thought regretfully.

…………

South District of Daqiao, Rose Street, Harvest Church.

Emlyn White wiped the last chair, stood up, and said to Father Utravsky impatiently:

"I'm done for today!"

Damn old man, don't ask me to copy the Holy Scripture again! Emlyn subconsciously prayed in his heart.

And the object of his prayer had unknowingly changed from the moon to the Mother Earth.

Father Utravsky stood there, making the vampire look like a child.

He smiled and said:

"You have recently been able to experience the joy and relaxation of working with dedication and gratitude. Go back and quietly feel the pulse of life itself and the pure joy that comes from it."

"I didn't!" Emlyn denied it reflexively.

Father Utravsky looked at him with a kind smile, said nothing, turned around, found a place to sit down, and began his regular nightly prayer.

Emlyn White moved his lips, wanting to refute, but in the end he did not speak. He quietly left the Harvest Church and closed the door as usual.

When he returned to his current residence, he found the house deserted and his parents were nowhere to be seen.

After witnessing this scene, he remembered that there was a vampire gathering in the Backlund area tonight.

"Those guys are so disgraceful. As noble vampires, they should sleep in coffins or stay in their own rooms. Why do they imitate humans and hold all kinds of parties? Even dance!" Emlyn whispered with contempt.

As he was talking, he touched his stomach, swallowed, and decided to change his clothes to attend the party.

"Audra's family is really enviable. They have a purely human partner and have opened several hospitals. There is fresh blood every day. You can drink it whenever you want and as much as you want." Emlyn put on a tall black hat and walked out of the house quickly.

In the West District, inside a brightly lit villa-style house.

Emlyn picked up the glass of scarlet liquid and drank it thirstily.

It was indeed carefully selected... He half closed his eyes and admired it sincerely.

At this time, in the dance floor, handsome men and beautiful women were dancing in each other's arms to the romantic music, sometimes spinning in circles, sometimes strolling.

"What's the point of this?" Emlyn stood at the edge of the railing on the second floor and looked down at his fellow tribesmen below.

As the largest city in the world, Backlund is home to many vampires who hide in all walks of life and are completely integrated into human society.

As for those guys who couldn't restrain their destructive and bloodthirsty desires, they were either sent to the ancient castle in the mountains or dealt with inside in advance to prevent official extraordinary organizations such as the Nighthawks and the Mandated Punishers from finding clues.

Emlyn looked at his fellow tribesmen who became more energetic as the night went on, and felt more and more that he had nothing in common with them.

At this moment, the host of tonight's banquet, Casimi Odra, came over with a glass of wine and asked with a smile:

"Do you like the 'wine' tonight?"

“Of course, its owner is young enough and has good vitality.” Emlyn straightened his back and assumed a noble posture.

Judging from his appearance, Cassimy Odra was a very elegant middle-aged gentleman, but Emlyn knew that he was over two hundred years old. He had once witnessed Intis under the rule of Emperor Roselle, but later moved to Loen because he had "lived" too long and was afraid that his neighbors would find something wrong.

Hearing Emlyn's praise, he smiled and said:

“Yes, its owner is a young lady who was stabbed by a thief and nearly lost her life. Fortunately, she met me, and this is the necessary price she paid for her recovery.

"You can taste the wine over there. Their owners are from Balam and Feynaporte, and they have different flavors."

“Feynepote? Mother Goddess, the humans there love chili peppers so much that their blood has a spicy taste that I cannot stand. Mother Goddess…” Emlyn paused as he spoke, his expression froze for a moment.

Casimi twitched his lips and pretended not to hear anything.

In the awkward silence, he cleared his throat and said:

"Emlyn, that's just your illusion. By the way, my grandfather wants to see you."

"Your grandfather?" Emlyn was stunned at first, then he opened his eyes wide and asked, "Lord Nibais?"

Nibais Odra was a powerful vampire active in the Fourth Epoch, but the long years had made his life decayed, forcing him to sleep in a cold coffin for a long time.

Casimi nodded solemnly:

"Yes."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards another staircase on the second floor, without considering the possibility that Emlyn would disagree.

Emlyn followed behind feeling somewhat awkward and uneasy, wondering about the purpose of Lord Nibais summoning him.

Could it be that he finally realized that the honor of the vampires was more important and decided to help me get rid of Father Utravsky's psychological suggestion? As he walked, Emlyn White had a strong hope.

After walking down the stairs to the underground area, Emlyn White passed through several secret doors and entered a spacious gray hall.

In the center of the hall stood a heavy coffin made of black iron, with many symbolic symbols and magical signs engraved on it.

After Casimi Odra reported, a deep and old voice slowly came out from the coffin:

"Emlyn White, do you know why I summoned you?"

"Respected Lord Nibais, I think you are going to help me get rid of the psychological suggestion." Emlyn responded without hesitation.

The underground hall fell silent for a short while. After several seconds, Nibais Odra, who was lying in the coffin, laughed:

“That’s one of the purposes, but it’s not for me to help you.

"I just woke up from a long dream because I received the revelation from the ancestor."

"Ancestor? He, He has revived?" The one who exclaimed in surprise was not Emlyn, but Cassimy Odra.

After the catastrophe, didn't the First Ancestor only respond to certain major events? Emlyn was puzzled.

"No, not yet." Nibais said in a low voice, "The First Ancestor told me that the end of the world is very near, and we must be prepared for it. And you, Emlyn White, are one of the keys in the First Ancestor's revelation."

"Doomsday?" Casimi asked in surprise.

But Emlyn had only one thought:

I, Emlyn White, was actually mentioned by the First Ancestor! I am the key to the vampire race's survival!

Nebais ignored his grandson's question and continued:

"Emlyn White, I have something to give you now."

"You go ahead." Emlyn felt that he was too humble. After hearing what was said just now, he still did not feel arrogant towards Lord Nibais.

Nibais Odra said in a serious tone:

"Find a chance to pray to the Fool."

"Huh?" Emlyn suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Nibais added in a low voice:

"It is the 'Fool' whose honorable name has been spreading recently."