Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

After the christening ceremony.

In the golden church.

Twelve cardinals and the Supreme Pontiff sit at a long bronze table.

Their expressions were joyful yet somewhat heavy.

I am happy that the backbone of the new Holy See has been formed, but I am heavy with the dark awakening of Landis.

Root, the leader of the Twelve and the person closest to the Pope, opened the council with a prayer to the Lord.

He said, "Everyone here must already know our purpose."

Everyone was silent.

Root said seriously, "The enemy has become more and more arrogant, and darkness is invading. Everyone, we must take this change seriously. A long time ago, after the destruction of Landis, there were no more miracles. This makes the forces of darkness ready to move. Disgusting dark creatures, rotting corpses, plunder human wealth and feed on human flesh and blood. We are in the light and must not allow such heresy to exist. "

The cardinals replied, "Yes. What your Excellency has said makes perfect sense."

Blood is a symbol of life. When it flows in the human body, it is alive. Life is the most precious gift given to mankind by the gods. The existence of creatures that feed on blood is undoubtedly a blasphemy against life.

They want to safeguard the glory of the Lord and let the Lord's glory shine on the world again. Of course, they cannot allow such filth to exist in the world.

Root added, "Dracula, the sin of Landis, he was a demon who fell into darkness. He had strong strength and bright heart at the beginning, and was infinitely favored by the world. He was the son of the dragon and the Lord. The most loyal child. However, he betrayed his faith for a mere woman. How shameful it was. Because Dracula had just recovered, the demons who could only walk in the darkness did not have time to kill our Holy Son. But we must not take any chances. Just because a demon cannot do evil for a while does not mean that he is not a demon for the sake of light. , in order for the Lord’s light to shine in the world, we must eliminate these heresies.”

Outside the door, Holy Son Wright stood quietly and listened, but a hint of indifference flashed in his clear and flawless eyes.

Dracula.

According to the records of the Holy See, Dracula is a fallen son of darkness. He was bloodthirsty and vicious. Wherever he walked, people in the Holy See died miserably. All the blood in their bodies was sucked away mercilessly, leaving only a layer of skin wrapped around shriveled flesh and bones.

His name, Tepes.

Dracula, that's how they defined Tepes.

They only knew that Tepes had betrayed the Lord, but they never cared about the reason behind it.

They only knew that Elizabeth did not believe in the Lord, but they never saw Elizabeth’s kindness and beauty. She is kinder to others than many believers in the Lord.

The ruthless iron cavalry traveled throughout Landis's city.

If the Lord had not abandoned his country first, how could Tepesh be so desperate that he fell into the arms of Satan?

When he thought of this, a gap suddenly seemed to open in his mind. Dark and despairing memories seep in.

Wright didn't move. He was there, as if his whole body had become a sculpture.

After a long time, he said, "Elizabeth..."

Saint Lucia let her long golden hair hang loosely, and her blue eyes were full of curiosity. She looked into the parliament hall, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Wright's eyes, "Your Excellency Wright..."

Wright came back to his senses, his expression became gloomier, but soon he showed his unique warm smile, "Your Excellency Lucia..."

Lucia was startled, shocked by that look. She asked with some uncertainty, "Sir Wright, has something happened to you?"

Wright was silent for a while, "No, I just think of the people who are invaded by darkness and feel very sad."

When mentioning this matter, Lucia also showed a bit of sadness, "Yes, their life is really worrying." However, she quickly crossed herself on her chest and continued to comfort him with confidence. "The Lord will bless them."

Wright smiled gently and agreed with her, "Yes, the Lord will be with them."

Brolando Castle.

This castle is in the shape of a hexagonal hall. The walls are neatly divided into six parts, and each part has patterns of Satan and various undead spirits from hell.

Six striped black crystal panels engraved with dark patterns are divided from the center of the ceiling, dividing the hall into six parts.

From the dark red sky to the black ground at his feet, it was obviously completely different from Dracula's castle.

It seemed that there were very few such things in that man's castle.

Prince Brunando thought.

He sits on a brown throne, with a mural of the fallen angel behind him.

Standing underneath was his most capable waiter.

He looked to be about thirty years old. He was wearing a red long coat with a hem. The wide gold embroidered epaulettes on both sides had some gold chain decorations hanging on his arms. He even had such gold on his waist. He had a Coat of arms of the Brelando family. Although his outfit looks gorgeous, complicated and redundant, it does not prevent him from being an excellent steward.

"Pilver, what do you think of Dracula?" Prince Brunando said, "Is he always so sure of winning?"

Pilfer clenched his fists and placed them on his waist, performing standard butler etiquette, "My Lord, according to historical records and the history of the blood clan, the earl was a prince who performed well in the court before he became one of our clans." He paused, "And he has one year of experience in ruling the country, and his performance is also very good."

Brulando smiled, "It seems that you admire this young man very much."

Pilfer hesitated, "My Lord, I just think that for someone who has experienced invisible court crushing and tangible blood wars, you should be more cautious."

"Thank you for your concern, Pilfer. But don't you think he is also like a successful businessman?"

Pilfer nodded, "He seems to be on guard against being calculated by others all the time."

Brulando picked up the wine glass , sighed, "Isn't this better? It's better to be on guard all the time than to be killed in the end."

"Will it be too tiring to be so nervous?"

"Heh..." Prince Brulando laughed helplessly, "Pilfer, does he think he will really be nervous? As long as he wants you to see him nervous, you can see his nervousness... Just his eyes that the vampires who know the details want to get are enough to make his enemies dare not act rashly."

Pilfer frowned, "So Grand Duke Sweet and Grand Duke Brands..." A flash of realization flashed in his eyes, "Do they want to use the Prince's hand to get rid of Count Dracula?"

So this is why they said in front of the Prince that Dracula released the Son of Light.

Brulando leaned against his throne and drank the liquid in the cup leisurely. "The Dukes are not as strong as the Earls, so they can't help feeling unconvinced." His eyes sharpened, and the wine glass in his hand made a slight clicking sound, and fine lines spread out like spider webs. "But now is the time for our clan to survive. The new Holy Son will take the throne, and the power of the Church will inevitably increase. To suppress us, whether it is Sweet or Dracula, I just hope they can be more sensible."

Pilfer asked, "Then should we give him the Silver Moonstone that Count Dracula mentioned?"

Brulando stood up, walked into the dark room of the castle, and opened a crystal clear Crystal box, looking at one of the silver rings, "Pilfer, you are my closest descendant, I can only feel at ease if I hand this matter over to you. This time you go and give him this ring. Please remember to convey my next words to him word for word, saying: Since ancient times, transactions have their own rules. I have paid the price I have to pay. Whether it can be finally achieved depends on Count Dracula."

Pilfer took the small crystal box, put it in his pocket, bowed and saluted, "Please rest assured, Prince."

He took two steps back and turned to walk out of the castle.

Now, it is dark night.

The shadow of a black bat flew through the woods.

When Jiang Chen came back, he saw the butler of the Brulando family who he met a few days ago.

Pilfer stood up and saluted him, "Good night, Your Excellency the Count."

He conveyed all of Brulando's words.

Jiang Chen looked at the crystal box on the table, "Tell the prince that I have seen his efforts."

The Church of Light.

Wright lay on the bed with a pair of haggard eyes.

He didn't dare to sleep. Once he fell asleep, he saw the battlefield full of corpses and Elizabeth's body in a pool of blood.

It seemed like an illusion. The scriptures said that some demons were good at playing with people's hearts.

But it was so real that he couldn't think it was an illusion.

He still thought that it was just an illusion now.

What is real and what is illusory.

He thought so hard that his head hurt. Which one is the real him.

His consciousness seemed to be divided into two, constantly arguing.

One denied the meaning of Wright's existence, and the other denied the existence of Tsepesh's memory.

One said to him, you are the son of light, Wright, but you were deceived by the devil to experience the illusion of Atlantis. The devil just wants you to abandon your faith in the Lord! Let you fall into endless darkness.

One said to him, you are the son of the dragon, Tsepesh, and now Wright's identity is just an opportunity for you to seek revenge from the devil. Your wife, children, family and country have all been harmed by the evil gods. Do you want to give up the national hatred and family hatred, and become a believer of the gods to repeat the same mistakes? !

Wright's identity said to him, believe me! Believe me!

Tsepesh's memory said to him, I am the real one! Deep hatred must be avenged!

The two consciousnesses made his heart a mess. He stared, endured again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped up from the bed, overturned the table with a palm, and roared, "Shut up! Shut up!"

The crystal chandelier in the room clicked on.

The maid stood at the door and saw the mess on the ground. She asked in surprise, "Sir Wright, what's wrong with you?"

She saw Wright's bloodshot eyes and couldn't help shivering.

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