Feng Guang said, "Osiris has been dead for a thousand years, and his remains have not been found. How can you bring him back to life?"
“Of course you wouldn’t know.” Yan Luo laughed proudly, as if she had received the favor and blessing of the gods. She said infatuatedly, “Osiris came to me. He is handsome and omnipotent. He said that I am the messenger of the gods on earth whom he has chosen. He has given me the highest honor.”
Wen Xian frowned. If he thought Yan Luo was a dangerous person just now, he now thought she was a dangerous madman. "Osiris is dead. After founding the Osiris School, he followed the deceased Tobias and chose death."
Osiris enjoyed endless life, but the vampire hunter Tobias was just a human. A hundred years later, Tobias was laid to rest, and Osiris, as if he had lost the joy of life, chose to destroy himself.
This period of history exists simultaneously in both vampire clans and vampire hunters.
"What do you know?" Yan Luo suddenly said emotionally, "Osiris is only dead, his soul has not been destroyed. He is still in this world, still by my side. He is not dead. I will soon make him appear by my side! As long as... I kill enough purebloods."
She turned her gaze to Feng Guang, who saw the madness in her eyes. She took a step back, finding it hard to believe that Yan Luo had killed so many pure-blooded nobles back then, simply because she believed that killing pure-bloods could awaken Osiris.
Feng Guang asked, puzzled, "Who told you that Osiris could awaken if you killed enough purebloods?"
"Of course, it was Lord Osiris who told me." Yan Luo's face showed a dreamy look, like a young girl who had fallen in love. She said with great joy, "On my sixteenth birthday, he appeared in front of me. He said I was the most perfect woman he had ever seen. He also said that I should not dedicate my life to cold family matters. I should do something more meaningful, stand by his side, and help him lead the vampires to become stronger. He will be the king of the new world, and I will be his most loyal believer and his most trusted queen."
Fengguang really wants to complain: Girl, are you dreaming about Osiris? He's been dead for a thousand years and turned to ashes. Do you think he could appear in front of you perfectly intact and talk to you like this?
But think about it carefully...
Feng Guang stroked his chin thoughtfully. Yan Luo's bloodline was already very noble. If anyone could bewitch her, it might really only be a master like Osiris, a top-tier expert.
"Really, why am I telling you all this?" Yan Luo touched the corner of her eye with her fingers. It was a habit from many years ago that she would occasionally raise her hand to smooth out the wrinkles around her eyes after laughing. She looked at Wen Xian with a smile, "Little handsome boy, be good, hand over the little girl behind you to me, and I won't kill you."
"Do you think that's possible?" Wen Xian chuckled, showing no intention of backing down.
Feng Guang thought that Yan Luo was a legendary figure, and Wen Xian might not be a match for her. She tugged at the sleeve of the boy who was blocking her way, "Wen Xian, you should leave first. I'll deal with her."
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