Qing Ming

Vatican, in the underground chamber of St. Peter's Basilica, bursts of painful moans echoed in this secret chamber of thousands of square meters. It was clearly the sound of a girl struggling, but there was no sound in the church. A newlywed couple The couple is receiving the blessings of relatives, friends and priests, how can people immersed in happiness and celebration hear the low voice of singing coming from the ground of the church.

In the center of the dark and dry granite chamber, there is a large iron bed. Several bishops in black robes surround a blond girl with closed eyes, reciting the Bible. The girl's limbs are bound by iron chains. On the four iron pillars of the bed, at the four corners, four huge candles were burning, and the flames flickered erratically.

The blond girl shook her head desperately, her body was not covered with a single strand of blood, there were bloodstains on her wrists and ankles, which were similar in shape to nails, and there was even a faint stigmata of the cross on her forehead.The girl seemed to be enduring some kind of extreme pain, and her body kept shaking.

The room was very dark. Several cardinals in red robes stood solemnly behind the priest, accompanied by several teaching staff.

"My merciful lord! I am your most loyal servant, please let the angels descend on this sinful body!" A bishop in red robe murmured, his palm kept making the sign of the cross on his chest.

"My merciful Lord, my merciful father..." All the priests began to mutter reverently, and kept making crosses on their chests with such force that they seemed to tear through the robes on their chests.

The blond girl started to yell, and the blood began to flow out of the bloodstains, and fell to the ground through the gaps in the iron bed, forming shocking bloodstains, flowing to the surrounding low places.

In the eyes of these priests, all human beings are sinful, as if they are the only priests in this world who are pure and perfect.They were chanting, their voices were very low, and they repeatedly praised the Lord who didn't know to hide in that space, God, who was near and far away from him.

The eyes of the blond girl gradually became blurred and dull, and finally even the pupils began to dilate sharply. The originally white skin was already stained red with blood, and the empty pupils seemed to accuse the injustice of this world. She was just the most ordinary woman. Just three days ago, I came to St. Peter's Church to confess, but I didn't expect such a disaster to happen.

Blazing white lights shot out from the scars on the girl's body that were strangled by the chains. From the dome of St. Peter's Church, a beam of holy light passed through the floors and shot at the girl.Clang!Clang... There were four crisp sounds of iron chains breaking, and the iron chains binding the girl's limbs were all broken. Her haggard head suddenly lifted up, her indifferent eyes opened wide, and an invisible force supported her from the Floating on the iron bed, standing upright.

The red-robed bishop and the monks all around stopped their chanting, raised their heads solemnly and looked at the girl floating a foot away on the iron bed, her long golden hair fluttered behind her head without any wind.

Puffy... eight consecutive muffled sounds came, and four pairs of light wings popped out from the girl's back, spreading out in the air, like a huge milky white dragonfly, except that she had four pairs of wings, and the girl's indifferent eyes Looking coldly at the bishops and monks in front of him, his wings trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound.

"Holy light." The girl who had become an angel lightly raised her arms, and dots of white light sprinkled around like rain, covering all the bishops and monks including herself, and the entire basement was illuminated.

"Amen..." All the clergy quickly lowered their heads and crossed themselves on their chests. Bathed in the holy light, they felt a burst of peace and holiness from their hearts. At this moment.Everyone felt guilty, and bathed in this holy light, it was like the first baptism, washing away all lead and sin.

"The Lord is with you, in this world I will alleviate your sins, and the sins of the world will be borne by themselves..." The angel's voice was cold and mellow, with a natural aura of a high-ranking person.In the depths of those silver eyes, there was a cold and indifferent look, and a slightly disdainful look, like a human being looking down at a group of ants.

"You all believe in the Lord, believe in your father, offer your pious hearts, wash away the sins in your hearts, the sins you have committed, the Lord will forgive you, as long as you return to the embrace of the Lord. Believers in the Lord, Those who do not believe in the Lord will be judged, and their souls will suffer forever in the flames!" The angel is like a kind teacher who is persuasive and persuasive, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth that makes people tremble deep in the soul.

"Amen..." Both the bishop and the monk knelt at the angel's feet piously at this moment, with tears of excitement in their eyes.

"Hahaha! I heard that the blood of the four-winged angel is delicious, and Dracula can't wait to go up and take a bite." A cold and bloodthirsty laugh sounded from the door of the secret room.

"What angels? They're just a few souls that don't even have a body. I don't know why our ancestors asked us to take the wings of this thing?" Another majestic and domineering voice sounded from the other side, and two Western men walked in from the door. A handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes in a black tuxedo.And the other is a tall and mighty giant, who looks like a black iron tower at first glance, with the front of his clothes open, revealing tufts of tangled chest hair.

"Prince Dracula is honored to meet Miss Angel." The man in the tuxedo bowed and saluted the angel floating on the iron bed with a standard gentleman's salute.

"Haha! Even the bed is ready, do you know that I, the wolf king Totti, likes this tune the most?" The mighty man smiled, and his big eyes glanced back and forth on the blood-stained iron bed, from time to time He also stuck out his big tongue and licked his thick lips, looking bloodthirsty like crazy.

"Demeanor, you should pay attention to your demeanor for beautiful ladies, but the blood of Miss Angel seems to be sweeter than imagined!" Dracula's green eyes stared at the dark blue blood vessels on the angel's shoulders, inadvertently revealing two pointed blood vessels. tusks.

The first generation of the famous blood clan came hand in hand with the werewolf king, just to take off the angel wings and give them to their common ancestor, the blood ancestor wolf god and general.

The bishop and the monks solemnly took out the cross and held it in their hands. Qiqi was facing the two enemies who shared a common ancestor. The church and these dark creatures were natural enemies.

Just as the bishops were confronting the two strongest men in the dark world, a yellow-skinned, dark-eyed man walked in front of St. Peter's Church, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth. In an instant, a smile froze on his face...

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