How come this main god space is filled with stitching monsters!

"This is impossible!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Maurice! Are you awake?"

"The sun's rays have been blocked by us, but even the real sun's rays cannot harm us! The sun's rays can only cause some damage to those blood slaves at most!"

The Bat Totem Council, an organization composed of second-generation vampires who believe in a secret existence, is the real behind-the-scenes controller of the entire world.

Because the death of three of the thirteen members was enough to shock them, but it was still within the acceptable range of the members.

Because they know very well that if someone is killed, they will die.

Although these vampires have lifespans that far exceed those of humans, and some of the best even have extraordinary abilities, they still have to follow this rule.

If you are killed, you will die.

The sun's rays can obliterate the lowest blood slaves; higher-level pure-blooded vampires will still die once their heads are crushed or their hearts are blown out; although the most senior members of the Thirteenth Council are powerful, even if they are beaten A broken heart can still survive, but if someone crushes the head or heart at the same time, it will still die.

And most of the vampires are only slightly stronger than ordinary people. Even the Thirteen Councilors like them can't escape the end of being beaten like SpongeBob SquarePants if they can resist the fire of a heavy machine gun head-on.

So they spent a full three hundred years erasing the traces of thermal weapons in the mortal world bit by bit. They destroyed what could be destroyed and took away what couldn't be destroyed. In short, it was impossible to leave such a weapon that could threaten them. World. Then it took hundreds of years to lay out and disintegrate the human resistance force bit by bit. It also cultivated the behemoths that once ravaged the earth, guided that organization, and allowed their defense forces to develop into mechas that were useless. Not to mention the terrifying thermal weapon.

At the same time, efforts were made to develop extraordinary powers, and although the results were minimal, there was still some success.

The lifespan of the vampires fluctuates according to their own strength and bloodline, but most of them cannot exceed a thousand years. Even the most powerful thirteen members will not live longer than 1,500 years.

As time goes by, the vampires will gradually age. Most of the thirteen members have experienced white-haired ghosts sending black-haired ghosts.

And they are the group of vampires who know best that they cannot live forever, because the person who gave them this power clearly told them that if they want to get more, they should offer sacrifices.

Whether the long-lived species will get tired of living is unknown to the short-lived species, but for the real long-lived species, a thousand years is just a nap, and the vampires transformed from the short-lived species are even more precious. Life is not easy, they desperately want to get more lives, and they try every means to find sacrifices.

But the sacrifices are illusory. They only know that they exist, but they don't know how to cultivate the sacrifices. They have been busy for thousands of years, constantly making plans, and constantly overturning their previous layouts, all in order to cultivate a qualified sacrifice and complete the sacrifice.

As Xiao Honglu said, all their efforts are for the greater good.

It is also because of profit that they can do anything.

However, as the millennium mark passed, the Thirteen members felt that their physical condition was beginning to decline, and they began to feel despair amidst the gradual anxiety.

So they started looking for other plans, searching for resources, building cities, arranging descendants, and preparing hibernation cabins.

But the thousand-year plan that they had worked hard on for a thousand years had become the one with the lowest execution rate.

At first, because this plan could bring benefits to everyone, the thirteen vampire council members put in all their efforts, but now they see that there is no hope of sacrifice and no way to exchange for power. When a person who starts to plan for his own immortality appears, one of them The unity maintained by interests will also be shattered by interests.

Morris' words brought a huge impact to the vampires who were already approaching the end of their lives.

It will take at least a few hundred years before the lifespan is exhausted. Maybe there will be some change within a few hundred years.

Therefore, the congressman has not yet broken his skin.

But the emergence of weapons that can easily kill them can directly threaten their lives!

All the intrigues and cynicism were gone, and all that was left was the sound of impossibility.

Everything can be faked, only power is real.

Although the appearance of sniper rifles frightened them, it had not yet touched their bottom line.

If their vital points cannot be destroyed instantly, although the threat of the sniper rifle is strong, it is not fatal enough. Snipers are fragile. They have studied for so many years and it is impossible for them to not invest in their own personal safety.

Rather, personal safety is a key research project second only to life span.

The most important thing is that they can hide in the Vampire Council and remotely control it. There is no way that the sniper can shoot bullets here!

But the Holy Light

Thousands of years have passed. Maybe they can't remember what they had for breakfast when they were still human beings a thousand years ago. But they will never forget the myths they heard when they were still humans.

Those myths and legends that were famous thousands of years ago have long been buried in the sands of time due to their deliberate promotion. But just like the joke told by Morris, there are many believers of gods among them. If those gods really existence, and also knew that they made the earth look like what it is now.

"Calm down!" Anfield shouted loudly, and then said: "Maurice, you must have read it wrong. Maybe it is a special technological weapon. Just like our speculation about who, maybe on the earth Gods have really appeared. Maybe God Jehovah exists, but they may just be the same as others, aliens from the universe.”

"Maybe you are right." Morris did not refute Anfield, but his next words made Anfield's face even more ugly: "But I only know that that kind of weapon can easily kill everyone here, and that's enough ”

This is enough.

It doesn't matter what the thing is, what's important is that it can kill them easily, that's enough.

Earthling? alien?

science and technology? magic?

That's not important, what's important is that it kills them.

Everything is false, only power is real.

There were many vampires who burst out with sharp and ear-piercing explosions.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Anfield roared, using the pressure he had accumulated over the years to suppress the chaotic situation: "No matter what it is, we must unite!"

"That's right." Morris's expression was quite strange: "Unite, all the forces, unite together."