Chapter 106 Blood Clan Breeding Manual 12
When everyone heard what Virroya said, they showed sympathetic expressions on their faces. Suddenly, an old and majestic voice came from behind them.
This voice made Villroya stunned. He slowly turned his head and saw a white-haired old man holding a scepter inlaid with white crystals in his hand, walking towards him surrounded by a crowd. Villroya's pupils suddenly shrank - that man was the current Pope of the Holy Church, how could he suddenly appear here.
The intuition of danger made Vilroya's hair stand on end. He turned around abruptly and ran towards the thorn forest. However, before he set foot into the forest, he was pinned to the ground by the blood hunters who surrounded him from both sides.
Even though Virroya trained every day in the castle, he was still pressed in front of the Pope due to the crowd's pursuit.
"As a human being, you are willing to become a running dog of the vampires. Have you forgotten your human identity?" The Pope's voice was intimidating without anger.
The sweet taste of blood still seeped from the corners of Villroya's mouth as he lay pinned to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said coldly, "Wasn't it the so-called humans who sacrificed me to the vampires back then? What is the Holy Church saying now, hypocritically?"
Over the years, Vilroya had always doubted why he appeared in the basement with that group of children, until he learned from Xingjian that the Holy Church had been sending children who had lost their families into the mouths of the vampires in the name of selecting the Son of God.
Realizing that the person in front of them had revealed the secrets of the Holy Church, the Blood Hunters looked at Villroya who was pinned to the ground, and their expressions changed slightly.
The Pope's snow-white brow trembled slightly, but soon returned to his compassionate expression.
"Excuse me, sir, have you misunderstood something, or have you been bewitched by those damn vampires?" He gestured to the guards beside him to help Villroya up, his voice gentle as if he was counseling a lost lamb.
The old Pope could tell from the expensive clothes that Villroya was wearing and the faint smell of blood on his body that this person must be a human who had lived with the vampires for quite a long time.
The captured Virroya was only thinking about how to lead this group of people to another place, especially the scepter in the hands of the Pope. It is said that this scepter can emit the light of the sun even in the dark, and can even kill any vampire exposed to the scepter.
The purer the blood, the more afraid they are of sunlight. It is almost impossible for a vampire like your little prince to escape this scepter, which is a fatal threat to your little prince.
He had to lead these people away, or at least destroy the scepter.
During his time at the Holy Church, Villroy had once overheard someone mention that the Pope's scepter was most averse to being stained with blood. What would happen if it were stained? Those people didn't elaborate, but Villroy remembered the incident for a long time.
"Child, you must believe in the church. Those vampires are not our people after all." In order to restore his image, the Pope personally took Virroya's hand, and his voice was particularly kind.
Verroa's face was filled with confusion, pretending to be dazed, but his body involuntarily moved closer to the Pope. "Is... is that so? Your Excellency, I don't know."
Looking at the confused look on Virroya's face, the Pope showed a satisfied expression.
Just when the distance between the two was very close, suddenly, Virroya grabbed the scepter in the Pope's hand and hit it hard with his forehead. In an instant, blood gushed out, and the white scepter was stained with bright red blood by Virroya.
In an instant, the scene was in chaos. Everyone pulled Vierroya aside, and several excited guards picked up their swords and were about to stab Vierroya in the chest.
But the old Pope urged him to stop, "Wait a minute, don't kill him yet."
The men threw Villroya to the ground. The blood on his forehead stained his pale face, but his whole body began to emit the same faint light as the scepter.
Seeing the changes in this inferior blood slave, the old pope smiled sinisterly and said, "Take it back. Since you destroyed our divine staff, you should use yourself to compensate for it."
It was already noon, but Xingjian was not sleepy at all. He was tossing and turning on the velvet bed. Because of his self-destructive behavior today, Xingjian was strictly restricted by Isabella. Even when he slept in his own bedroom, someone was sent to squat by his bed to guard him.
After turning over and over countless times, Xing Jian finally couldn't stand it anymore and sat up directly, with a little irritation in his tone: "Get out, I can't sleep with you here."
The servant kneeling on the bed said in a trembling voice, his face filled with fear: "Your Highness, Miss Isabella told me not to go out. Your Highness..."
Before he could finish his words, Xingjian fell asleep again. He didn't know when he closed his eyes, but when he opened them again, Lucien's enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of him, making Xingjian step back in shock.
"Why are you here?"
Xingjian sat up, scratched his messy white hair, and looked at Lucien with a hint of fatigue and confusion.
"Oh, you didn't cry secretly until midnight last night, did you?" Lucien teased Xingjian deliberately as he saw the dark circles under his eyes.
Xingjian didn't have the energy to respond to his teasing, "Lucien, is he back?"
Lucien knew that the man hadn't returned, and he even knew through other means that he had been taken away by the Blood Hunters of the Holy Church, but he concealed it. "He didn't come back, so he must have returned to where humans live."
The bitterness of parting seeped into Xing Jian's arms. He was unable to say anything more. He looked at the candlelight burning beside the bed and murmured, "Perhaps the sun is his best destination."
The ancient castle fell into silence, as if Virroya had never set foot there. After confirming that the Star Sword had no tendency to self-destruct, Lucien received a letter and hurried away. Before leaving, he repeatedly reminded Isabella to pay attention to the Star Sword's every move before leaving with peace of mind.
A long period of peace passed. Xingjian summoned 004 to check the blackening value of Virroya. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the blackening value remained at 30. Although Virroya had left, the blackening value had not changed for the time being, which made Xingjian calm down a lot.
Xingjian, half lying on the rattan chair, was looking at the miscellaneous books that Isabella had bought from a human bookstore a few days ago. Suddenly, he felt a strong vibration, as if the entire castle was shaking.
——It seems that some powerful force has awakened.
Isabella hurriedly pushed open the study door, a look of fear on her face. "Your Highness, your Father God has awakened."
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