let go of my anne

The uphill is better than the downhill.

At least there is some green cover on the mountain path, and there are no dead bodies.

The entire road up the mountain climbs up in a straight line, without any extra twists and turns, it is very direct.

But it's also very, very long.

Long Chen Senran and the others walked on the mountain road for at least 10 minutes and still couldn't see the shadow of the temple on the top.

It's a bit like before a pilgrimage, the gods have to let mortals walk a long way to wear down their patience and physical strength, so that they can express the greatest awe of themselves.

The vampire seemed to think of himself as a god.

"He probably intends to make us so tired that we can't even walk, so that we can choose the most delicious food one by one." Chen Senran joked to the two people around him with his mouth in a low voice.

Because little Annie was asleep again, and the sleeping girl shouldn't hear the vulgar and bloody jokes of adults.

Neither Lao Du nor Gragas laughed.

Chen Senran's joke is not funny.

not at all.

The two of them tensed their faces, tried their best to adjust their breath, and held what they could hold.

arms.

Riding whip and wine barrel.

The two of them are seriously like soldiers about to go to war.

"It's not necessary?" Chen Senran still spoke in a messy and relaxed manner.

But his hand unconsciously hugged the little girl in his arms even tighter, causing the sleeping little girl to struggle and unconsciously say: "If you bother me again, I will hit you!!!"

Childish voice.

Crisp intonation.

Before the Great War.

"Pfft-"

"Pfft-"

"Pfft-"

All three nervous men laughed.

Literally like the best ray of sunshine.

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When the sun rises highest in the sky.

The gate of that temple finally appeared in front of the three people.

It was an old, ancient broken stone gate that should have been weathered in the long river of history.

It didn't close, and half of it collapsed against the door frame, exposing a gap for the wind to pass through, allowing time to connect the temple and the air of the mortal world.

Gragas stepped forward and lightly lifted the extremely heavy door panel, and lightly put it aside.

There was no sound, not even the slight sound of stone chips falling.

Because that stone door seemed to be frozen in a certain time forever.It won't decay anymore.

Just always that old.

Behind the stone gate is a yard, the yard is full of green grass, and there are scattered rotten statues on the grass that are as old as the stone gate.

They are torn apart, making it impossible to see what these statues used to look like, and how mighty and majestic they were in the past.

History and the definition of a new era are best interpreted here.

In the center of the entire courtyard is a hall of the same stone that should have been taken away by the years.The steeple, the lines are cold and presumptuous, tall and simple.

There are dense lines of unknown meaning engraved on its surface. The thin and long lines extend from the bottom to the dazzling spire, and the sunlight shines down from there, along the spire, traces Spread out, spread out into those lines.It flows to the bottom like water.

It's like endless life, like blood circulation.

Vampires should live in it.

"I go first?" Gragas asked, but he raised the barrel and smashed towards the stone door of the main hall that was also occupied by lines like blood vessels.

"Shut up—" Shimen opened in response.

The splendid sunlight streaming in from the outside world dispelled the years of darkness within.

There is no imaginary rush of blood, no imaginary scary face.

Everything is peaceful, like a group of travelers accidentally broke into an old temple in the deep mountains. They pushed open the wooden door that has been around for many years, and only loneliness and the strong taste of time accumulated in response to them.

"Go in and have a look." Chen Senran shrugged.The whole person never relaxed.

Although he hasn't taken off the enchantment bracelet yet, the killer instinct ingrained in his body has already been activated.

All the troubles around will be discovered by him.

But sorry.nothing.

Gragas led the charge and entered the dust-covered hall, and the three of them were quite a bit trembling, advancing cautiously.

But until he could clearly see the corpse sitting in the center of the entire hall, the danger still did not happen.

"He seems to be...dead." Chen Senran lit a spark from his fingertips, and performed the only limit ability he could do now, illuminating the corpse in the center of the entire hall.

It's a mummy.

A mummy with a very peaceful and solemn appearance.It sat there cross-legged, with its hands on its knees and its head bowed, like an eminent monk who had passed on his lifelong knowledge and sat down peacefully.

Behind this eminent monk is a huge altar, but nothing is enshrined on it.It's like silently reflecting that the sitting monk was once the only true god in this world.

"He seems to have been sucked dry of blood..." Gragas asked in a bewildered tone, "But... the legendary vampire, isn't he a... monk?"

The mummy was wrapped in an old but fully recognizable, uncorrupted simple monk's robe that was engraved with dense veins and veins.

Those dense lines reflected a strange red light in the faint firelight.

like blood.

"The vampire eventually lost too much blood and died? The legend was terminated by someone many years ago? What kind of bad story is this?" Chen Senran frowned, and made a bad joke again, "It's really ironic, Really disappointing..."

Really... a false alarm?

"No—I'm going to correct you, I have to correct you!!!"

At this moment, a person's voice suddenly sounded in the dark and silent hall. It was high-pitched and long, as if singing a night opera without lights on a big stage.

The tail also has a long vibrato that I think is elegant.

Scarlet lights suddenly lit up in the hall, like scarlet blood.

A person who absolutely shouldn't exist in this hall appeared on that huge altar with nothing enshrined.

"The vampire is not dead, the vampire will never die, he just abandoned a dirty old skin, and gained new eternal life in this new and complete body." The man still chanted his words As he read the dark night lines slowly, he stretched out his body on the entire high platform.

He was wearing a scarlet blood-like robe that would reveal fine veins flowing like blood vessels under the scarlet lamp. His hair was snow-white, his face was handsome, and his fangs were sharp.

He smiled, and whispered his final closing words in the scarlet shadows: "Oh, no, not a vampire, I don't like the name vampire, please call me the great... Scarlet Reaper, Vladimir .”

He pronounced the last few words in a complex tone, like the breath of a god. (to be continued..)