The front door of Patrick
Their expressions were vigilant and wary, as if facing an extremely terrifying enemy.
Clank, clank, clank. A suit of silver full-body armor walked in.
It felt extraordinarily heavy, and every detail adhered to an ancient style. On the left shoulder, slanting down toward the lower abdomen, was a splash of dark red bloodstain that could not be cleaned, along with scattered red dots elsewhere, forming a picture with an eerie beauty, like a unique and ornate decoration.
"Soul Whisperer" Sost raised his pocket watch and glanced at it, then said: "Change of shift."
The silver full-body armor stopped, and a hand lifted the visor, revealing the wearer inside—a rather handsome man with black hair and green eyes.
"Leonard, the master bedroom bathroom on the second floor has hot water ready. Don't waste time, or you'll have to return to the Goddess's embrace." Sost admonished.
"Yes, Captain Sost."
Without exchanging pleasantries or hesitating, the red-gloved man went straight to the second floor and found the bathtub still steaming with white mist.
With a rustle, Leonard quickly stripped off his clothes and lay down in the hot water, not even leaving his nose exposed.
His skin rapidly turned bright red, like a boiled lobster, and on the surface, strange silver patterns like scars began to seep out.
Those silver patterns spread outward like pure sword light and dissolved into the hot water.
In just over ten seconds, the white steam disappeared, and a thin, transparent layer of ice even formed on the surface of the hot water!
Only after all the silver patterns had dissipated did Leonard sit up and gasp for air.
He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, then lowered his voice and asked: "Old man, do you know the origin of '1-42'?"
Immediately, a slightly aged voice sounded in his mind: "You're becoming more and more impolite.
"I don't know the origin of that strange armor."
Before Leonard could ask further, the voice chuckled: "But I roughly recognize the owner of that bloodstain."
"Who is it?" Leonard asked curiously.
The slightly aged voice said in a low tone: "An ancient god before the Cataclysm."
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Bridge South District, Rose Street, Harvest Church.
As soon as Klein stepped into the quiet prayer hall, he saw Father
This was the exclusive prayer posture of the
At that moment, Emlyn White's expression was gentle and peaceful, completely unlike his usual arrogance and worry.
Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and silently made the triangular holy symbol over his chest.
He casually found a seat and sat down. After the prayer ended, he walked over to Emlyn White and said with a smile: "You are especially devout today."
"What?" Emlyn snapped awake, his face turning pale as he muttered to himself, "What did I do? What did I do…"
His voice trailed off, as if he had already recalled what he had just done.
"Maybe it's not a bad thing." Klein consoled him with a not very convincing remark, then sat down beside the vampire.
"I don't want to hear others say that, even though I myself feel less resistant…" Emlyn's face darkened as he said in a slightly mournful voice, "But I don't want to betray the Moon!"
Klein didn't continue the topic that made the vampire sad. He asked casually: "Does your vampire race worship the Primordial Moon, or some deity that represents the Moon? Or can the two be equated?"
"Both." Emlyn lifted his chin slightly. "For orthodox vampires, of course they believe in the deity representing the Moon. Her name is
"Humans turned into vampires?" Klein wasn't surprised that Emlyn White could name Lilith, an ancient god of the Second Epoch, but he was more interested in the so-called humans turned into vampires.
Is this the 'Vampire' pathway that Mr. Azik mentioned? He thought silently.
Emlyn's expression became somewhat complicated as he said: "Yes, there are two types. One is converted by a powerful vampire through the Embrace, and the other becomes one by consuming the corresponding potion. The latter is our most hated enemy."
"Why?" Klein vaguely guessed the answer.
Emlyn gritted his teeth and replied: "The main ingredient of their potion is our blood essence."
Indeed… Klein couldn't help but turn his head and size up Emlyn a few times.
Feeling a little nervous under his gaze, Emlyn snorted: "You are already a Beyonder. You can't switch pathways anymore!"