Chapter 901 Zero hour, the tolling of the death knell
Just when the hour hand moves towards zero and is getting closer to the correct time.
A man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, dressed as a gentleman, wearing a scarf, and holding a silver cane slowly walked out of the darkness. He behaved elegantly and took off his hat to Bishop Gregory in front of him.
Gregory looked at the man as if he was facing a powerful enemy.
"Don't be nervous, Gregory..." the man said calmly: "I will not take the initiative to attack an archbishop who is conducting a holy procession."
"After all, when the consecration ceremony is held, all the holy objects in the church will be taken out. Although there are no worshipers, the secret ceremony cannot have the effect of gathering the power of faith, but when you step out of St. Mary's Church, you
It should have taken away most of the spiritual reserves there."
The man stared at the silver lamp held high by the traveling priest.
That is the Holy Lamp of the Father Lamp, a holy object that is only taken out during the most important ceremonies of the Holy Church. At this time, the light of the silver lamp is part of the Holy Ceremony of the Father Lamp.
It will illuminate all traces of spiritual existence around you.
The Holy Grail is also part of the Holy Grail Ceremony. The holy water in the cup can greatly replenish the spirituality of the priest who presides over the secret ceremony, and can also cause strong harm to all dark creatures.
The same goes for the silver mirror held in the arms of the traveling priest. In conjunction with the holy lamp, the host can guide the spiritual burning of the holy lamp to create a powerful accumulation of holy light.
In fact, the entire procession is part of the faith march of the Holy Church. Every secret weapon contains sacred magic, and every ritual vessel can correspond to the sacred ritual.
Among occultists and supernatural beings, such a tour is no different from a trip by the Holy Church's army.
As a man who was also baptized, daring to appear in front of the church's holy patrols is no longer arrogant.
"Accardo!"
Archbishop Gregory said sternly: "You monster, you still dare to appear in front of me!"
"Fear!" Accardo sniffed the air in front of him deeply and smiled with a mouth full of fangs: "I smell the breath of fear..."
Just when he said these words, in the darkness behind him, countless strange figures staggered out, like puppets on strings. Following these shadows, they came to the dim street lights. The night watchmen and priests all endured
He couldn't help but stepped back slightly.
Looking at the citizens who were wearing shabby clothes or pajamas with their heads hanging down, they were pushing forward step by step like puppets on strings.
The princess's pupils shrank, and veins suddenly popped out in the hand holding the sword.
“The puppet master of the stage of death—Vampire Accardo!”
Anderson said solemnly: "Line up with guns raised..."
"Teacher!" the princess said quickly: "Those are innocent citizens controlled by him!"
Anderson nodded slightly: "I know, but we can't save them anymore!"
The surrounding night watchmen looked at each other in confusion, not knowing who to listen to, but these innocent citizens were approaching them step by step like ghosts, which indeed brought them great mental pressure.
Gregory said coldly: "Their souls have been taken away by demons, just treat them as walking corpses! Night watchmen, the church allows you to shoot! This is shooting demons! Glorious and great."
But the princess interrupted him: "As long as they shoot! Accardo will restore the consciousness of those citizens. When those people cry out, the night watchman will not be able to bear the pressure."
Gregory said coldly: "A warrior should have the consciousness of a warrior."
"Their job is to protect citizens, not to be butchers!" Anderson retorted.
He looked at the princess, the first heir of the kingdom, took a deep breath and said: "We must tell everyone the truth. Accardo's ability is to inject his own blood and the blood of temptation into the human body, and do some damage to the human spirit.
At the same time, he fused the evil spirit ability of the blood of jealousy and the vampire ability of the blood of greed. It is a rare blood cup that involves the two major paths of original sin!"
"Using mental abilities to control ordinary people and low-level extraordinary beings as cannon fodder, forcing the righteous party to kill indiscriminately and provide blood and corpses for his true extraordinary abilities, is Akado's usual trick!"
The princess turned to look at Gregory: "Bishop, the huge spirituality carried by the mystery of the pilgrimage should be enough to hold a high mass!"
Gregory flatly refused: "The Pilgrimage Mystery needs to be used in more critical places and cannot be used to deal with Accardo's petty tricks."
"This is not a small trick, but the lives of hundreds of innocent people!"
While they were arguing, the hypnotized citizens were already rushing towards the Wisdom Bell Tower. At this time, the Blood Cup Path Extraordinary who was mixed among them suddenly rose up. The princess subconsciously swung her sword and slashed horizontally. The figure who was running towards him was just like paper.
The piece was generally cut in half by a big sword.
At this time, the princess's face turned pale, and sure enough, at this moment, the upper body that had been chopped off by the sword suddenly screamed.
Wearing the clothes of a dock worker, the young and thin man seemed to have just woken up. He was rolling on the ground in severe pain, but not a drop of blood came out of his severed waist. The blood was like a swarm of insects on his body.
Squirming on the wound.
"It hurts...Mom, it hurts so much!"
It wasn't until he opened his mouth that the princess realized that he was still a boy. He was crying in a childish voice, which made the princess close her eyes and didn't dare to look at this scene.
boom!
There was a gunshot next to her, and the princess's body trembled, but she forced herself to open her eyes.
Anderson's eyes couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or anticipation.
He stood in front of him, raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and a bloody bat exploded into blood in mid-air. Anderson cautiously approached the boy who was chopped in half, took a deep breath from the cigarette, and drank in the smoke.
, performed an invisible technique.
The smoke wrapped around the boy's wound like a bandage.
Gregory looked indifferent, with a hint of disappointment - he wasted his spiritual energy on such a trivial matter, it seems that the Night Watch can't accomplish anything in this war!
“In the end, it’s up to the church to deal with all this.”
At this moment, blood suddenly shot out from the upper and lower parts of the body under the sword of the Princess and the Princess, and cut towards Anderson from the left and right sides. At the same time, hundreds of citizens suddenly stepped out.
Running wildly, each one was like a human cannonball, rushing towards the queue of night watchmen.
Anderson was entangled, but the princess gave no orders.
The night watchman didn't know whether he should shoot... It was during this moment of hesitation that the Blood Cup Extraordinary who was mixed in the crowd had already taken action.
In the early stages of the Blood Cup path, the focus was on the physical body. Even low-level transcendental beings had their bodies transformed. At that moment, several figures jumped out several meters like beasts and jumped into the queue of the night watchmen. At this distance, no matter what,
There is no point in shooting anymore.
In just a moment, the front line has been torn apart.
Several night watchmen had their throats torn open by the Blood Cup Extraordinary. Some of them tore into their flesh and blood, while others drank freely of their blood.
At this time, the teammates next to him woke up and started shooting.
Not many of the blood-thirsty ones fell down after being shot, but more people went crazy. But the princess had already returned to the formation, raised her giant sword, and transformed an eye into a beast-like vertical pupil.
The Thirsty One slashed him from shoulder to waist.
The amulet in Anderson's hand exploded, knocking back the blood.
He looked back and saw that the boy had been drained of blood and turned into a mummy.
He ultimately failed to save anything...but that's something he knew when he made his move.
At this time, the night watchman fired without distinction. Amidst the chaotic gunfire, the swaying citizens fell down in a row. Many people woke up from their hypnosis, followed by wailing, begging for mercy, and scolding, a moment of chaos.
Sweeping the whole place.
Even in the procession of the Holy Church, there were priests who couldn't help but want to take action, but the priests of the Inquisition stopped them with a cold look.
Under the blood moon, a massacre is taking place.
Accardo put on his hat. Under the moonlight, his dance steps were light. The elegance of the blood clan made him step on the traditional dance steps of the Western Continent and walked towards the bell tower. At this moment, blood was spread all over the stone floor, making this place his stage.
The blood on the ground squirmed like worms.
Countless blood threads intertwined, and the fallen corpses suddenly stood up again, but this time they no longer had any weaknesses. Under the pull of the blood threads, each one stood up like a puppet controlled by Accardo.
Under the blood moon, no one saw the dry flesh and blood of the boy who fell first and was cut in half squirming slightly.
It's like sucking the blood-red moonlight hungrily.
A hooded figure appeared at the street corner, staring at the killing ahead. Behind him, there were three hooded believers. Looking at this scene, their hoods were shaking, and they seemed to be in a bad mood.
calm.
One even bowed his head and retched.
It greatly destroyed the ritual sense of being a cult.
The tall believer in the middle looked back dissatisfied, as if he was scolding something in a low voice.
Qian Chen's fingers were entwined with moonlight, and in the distance, the boy's thoughts before his death came and entangled in his fingertips.
Under the hood, Qian Chen's lips moved: "Go! Tonight, anyone who misses home can go home..."
The moonlight in the sky became more and more red as blood.
The vampire Viscount Accardo raised his head and seemed to notice something. The killing was going on. Along with the tide of blood, his power became stronger and stronger. Although the blood moon was strange, the power that the goddess Lilith blessed them with was still the same.
Blessing his spirituality.
But Accardo just felt something was wrong. The moonlight was like blood, shrouding everyone.
The zero o'clock bell rings loudly!
The bells of the Bell Tower of Wisdom resounded throughout Carfas.
"Holy Hour of the Lamp!" Archbishop Gregory's wrinkled eyes suddenly opened, and the holy lamp on the top of his staff suddenly glowed.
The beam of light converged to the size of a thumb and shot towards Accardo's heart.
"Light of Punishment!"
Acado showed a contemptuous smile on his lips, opened his arms, and welcomed the Holy Light. His heart directly pierced a wound the size of a fist, but as the same wound appeared on a corpse puppet next to him, the wound on his heart healed quickly.
.
But just when Accardo was most proud, his smile suddenly froze!
"As an evil spirit, your body is a spiritual body. As a vampire, you have the power to control blood, so your essence is a source of blood that entrusts spiritual bodies and disperses them in the corpse you control, right?
?" A voice suddenly sounded in Accardo's ears.
"Hmm! It has a certain flavor of "Blood Nerve"! Sure enough, the paths lead to the same destination through different paths..."
Wearing a hood, Qian Chen walked silently into the crowd. Following his footsteps, all the corpses stopped all movements at the same moment.
"With the source blood, you can control them, but again, if the source blood is dispersed among so many corpses, it will take a very small part of the power to leverage the power of the corpses themselves to drive them to move.
, so you can control corpse puppets beyond your own limits."
"But, what if those corpses wake up?"
"The source blood you left in their bodies, your true body, doesn't exist in the bodies of dozens of ghouls with extremely malicious intentions?"
Following Qian Chen's words, the corpse puppets suddenly inserted their hands into their chests and pinched their hearts.
Accardo's face looked as ugly as death.
Chapter completed!