The mastermind behind this started by creating a strange story

The new believers in this church, whether they are humans or vampires, all believe in the ancient Romanian Grand Duke, Vlad III, who is now the ancestor of the blood clan, Dracula.

The old beliefs were eradicated, even the Bible was collected and burned, and thus distorted beliefs emerged.

The Blood God Cult, a religion with Dracula as its main object of worship, was born on this land. Because its object of worship is the ancestor of the blood clan, even vampires who oppose religion don’t know how to oppose it.

If we oppose it, wouldn't that be directly denying our own existence?

Therefore, this new religion survived. After the fall of the Orthodox Church, even though people knew that the Blood God Cult was a religion of vampires and was definitely not a good religion that could lead people to good, many ordinary people twisted their beliefs onto this new religion in order to eliminate their distress and anxiety and to place their hopes on collapsing emotions.

The society is in great turmoil and distorted emotions need a place to rest. The Blood God Cult is abolishing the original beliefs.

“I never thought that I would have such a day.”

A priest, dressed tightly without showing a single piece of skin, was walking slowly in the sun, his destination was a 15th-century church not far away.

As for his identity, anyone who knows a little about vampires can tell that he is a vampire who will die in the light.

Of course, he is not only a vampire, but also the head of this church. Although the policy has always advocated equality for all, it is impossible for an ordinary human to be the head of the Blood God Church.

Actually, he was able to become the head of this church because of good luck. The female vampire who converted him was actually a descendant of a higher-level vampire, and his status as a descendant of the vampire also rose.

What is this called? When one person succeeds, everyone else will prosper?

The priest suddenly shook his head. Comparing himself to chickens and dogs was too humble, and it was not quite correct to describe himself like that. However, there seemed to be no better description.

The rank system among vampires is much stricter than it seems. The upper vampires are always nobler and more powerful than the lower ones.

However, even the weakest vampire is stronger than ordinary humans. After all, their status is enough to create a gap between them and ordinary people.

Who made it so that the vampires are the ones who rule this country?

The priest couldn't help but thank the female vampire who transformed him again. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have such an identity.

If I were a human, I'd probably still be working as a waiter in a bar right now.

The priest, silently lamenting the impermanence of the world, walked into the church and began his day's work. Although it was work, it was actually just a pretense.

After all, he was suddenly parachuted into this position, so he had no idea what to do. Moreover, he was not alone, he also had a capable deputy.

When there is something to do, the assistant will do it, when there is nothing to do...

"Yawn~"

Today is another day of doing nothing, which is good.

As the sun set, the priest collapsed in his office and yawned loudly.

"Ok?"

In a trance, the priest's eyes blurred and a round purple light seemed to appear in front of him.

The sudden change made the priest sit up and look nervously at the complicated dark purple magic circle that suddenly appeared on the ground. The purple light flickered on the magic circle, like a dim street lamp with a problem in the circuit.

Then suddenly, the light dimmed, and two figures suddenly appeared in the space within the range of the dark purple magic circle.

"Is this the vampire who left the bloodstain? He can run so fast that he even ran all the way to Saint George."

"Haha, no matter how far you run, you can't escape from our grasp. However, it's really ironic that vampires actually created their own religion."

The priest was stunned. What happened? Was this some kind of magic trick?

But soon, the priest reacted. He quietly gathered strength in his body, but pretended to be panicked on the surface: "Who...who are you?"

"Oh? Have you finally realized it?" Valive raised his eyebrows and a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips. "But your acting is really ugly."

"call out--!"

The moment he heard the ridicule, the priest swung his right hand, which was hidden behind his back, forward suddenly, and two blood-red arrows instantly shot out from his fingertips.

The bloodstain in the air left a long afterimage, but the arrow that could easily penetrate steel plates suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Is this your counterattack? You are so weak and pathetic." Valive raised one hand with his palm facing outwards, and the two blood-red arrows suddenly turned around and aimed at the priest who was about to escape.

Seeing this scene, cold sweat broke out on the priest's forehead and he kept wailing in his heart. He was in big trouble.

"You two, there seems to be some misunderstanding between us. Can we sit down and talk for a while?" In the blink of an eye, the priest put away his anger and bowed his head in defeat. "I am sorry for being rude. Please forgive me."

"Haha~" Seeing this scene, Valive played with the two blood-red arrows in his hands, "Do you want me to say it again? Your acting skills are really..."

Before he could finish his words, the priest, knowing that he had been exposed, suddenly jumped up and swung out bloody claws with both hands, trying to catch the enemy by surprise.

But Vallife just snapped his fingers, and one of the arrows in his hand suddenly disappeared with a whoosh, and a bloody hole appeared in the center of the priest's forehead.

"Pap~"

There was a sound of something falling to the ground, and soon, a pool of blood appeared on the clean and tidy ground.

"I'm telling you, you can kill him in an instant, why are you still talking so much nonsense to him?" Only then did Jacob, who was acting as an invisible man at the side, speak helplessly.

"Because it's interesting." Wallifer responded with a chuckle, "Everything in reality is interesting, so fascinating and so enjoyable."

"You really have a bad taste..."

"Give it to you."

Wallifer did not respond to Jacob, but suddenly threw another bloody arrow in his hand to Jacob, and then walked towards the body of the dead priest.

I can't use it even if you give it to me, Jacob muttered silently in his heart, but he still put the arrow away carefully.

"Okay, stop standing there like an idiot. Come and help me collect this blood."

"Oh, it's coming."

Chapter 397: Fight

Timisoara, formerly the Timisoara Orthodox Cathedral, now the Blood God Church branch church.

A bloody sacrificial scene that seemed to be summoning an evil god was taking place here. Although nothing happened, everyone here looked solemn, which made it seem somewhat evil and sacred.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a long-haired woman who was leading the prayer frowned slightly, as if she had discovered something unreasonable.

But she suppressed her inner emotions and continued to concentrate on leading everyone in prayer.

After a while, the prayer ended. After politely greeting all the believers, the leading woman quickly left the crowd and called her confidants to leave with her.

Then, in a secret cabin outside the church, the departed leading woman stood before her henchmen: "McKa, Dodge is dead."

"What?" The man named Macka was very surprised, his face full of disbelief, "Dodge is dead? Who killed him? Who has the guts to attack us vampires!"

"I don't know." The woman shook her head with a sinister look. "I can only sense the disappearance of his life, so I need you to investigate. Bring Bell with you. His power is enough to solve most problems."

"clear."

………………

Saint George.

The death of the priest did not cause any commotion; rather, no one noticed that the priest was dead. After all, in the eyes of all the believers, the priest was a noble vampire, so how could anyone kill him?

Not to mention the power of the priest's blood clan, no one dares to harm him just because of his identity.

Before the society became stable, there were already people who were read as heroes and written as reckless men who risked their lives to show everyone the tragic consequences of secretly killing vampires.

As for how tragic it is, no one wants to mention it, and no one wants to experience it.

Moreover, the priest of this church is often missing. If he is seen three or five times a week, it means he is working diligently. For various reasons, only the female vampire who converted him noticed that the priest had been harmed.

In the cemetery behind the church, Wallifer stood aside with his arms folded across his chest, while Jacob was working like a coolie, drawing magic runes with the blood of a vampire.

"You can obviously set up the magic circle with just a wave of your hand, why do you want me to slowly draw it on the ground?" Jacob's helpless voice sounded.

It's okay to draw, but if you make a mistake in drawing, he will erase everything and start over again. He is even more annoying than my physics teacher in high school.

"Hmm?" Valive seemed to have seen what Jacob was thinking, and said casually: "This is to train your ability to set up arrays. Although there is instant magic, the ability to quickly set up arrays is also essential."

"I waited for you here specially to train your abilities, but not only did you not thank me, you even plotted against me in your heart. You really don't know what's good for you. Besides, if it weren't for you, I would have found the next vampire long ago."

Well, thank you so much!

"You still dare not be serious? Try again." As soon as he finished speaking, Wallifer didn't care about Jacob's pale face. He waved his hand and the magic circle that had been drawn for more than half instantly broke away from the ground and turned into a thin stream of blood and flew back into the bucket beside him.

The bucket, which should have only had one third of blood left, was instantly filled up. Jacob felt like he had a heart attack and almost cursed in his heart, but he was afraid that Wallifer would notice something, so he had to swallow his anger and start painting again from the beginning in humiliation.

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At the same time, Maca and Bell, who were sent, had already arrived in São Georgie. Timisoara and São Georgie belong to the Transylvania region.

Among them, Timisoara is the main city in Transylvania, as well as the largest city, economic and cultural center in the western plains.

Regardless of the consumption, the two of them arrived at the city of São Georgie at an extremely fast speed.

As soon as they arrived, they went straight to the church without stopping.

At the cemetery, Jacob was forced to start over again because of a few millimeters of deviation when he was almost finished.

He was angry but dared not say anything, so he could only hold his anger and turn his grief and anger into motivation to continue repainting, but Valive obviously did not want to let him off so easily.

"Hey, isn't this our magic apprentice? He hasn't drawn a magic circle in a few days, so he is like this."

Forbearance!

"You've been touched? Tsk tsk, you're so fragile. Why did I accept you as my master in the first place?"

It's you who cast the magic of temptation on the ring, making people crazy and unable to control themselves, bastard, why are you pretending!

"I seem to hear you arranging me in your mind again..."

Jacob: “!”

"Forget it, I won't let you come back this time." Before Jacob could breathe a sigh of relief, Wallifer's voice rang out again: "But I'll leave those two vampires to you. I won't care if they die."

Just as he finished speaking, two arrows with bloody scratches flew silently towards him. The moment Jacob sensed the danger, he rolled on the ground. Although he didn't have the invincible frame of rolling in the game, it was more than enough to dodge an arrow.

"puff!"

The blood-red arrow shot at Jacob sank deeply into the ground, while the other arrow shot at Wallifer melted into ordinary blood in mid-air.

Only then did Jacob, who had escaped danger, quickly get up and look at the enemy who attacked him.

The visitors were two men wrapped tightly. Just by looking at their appearance, one could tell that they were vampires.

The moment they arrived at the church, Maca and Bell smelled a strong smell of blood. Of course, this was due to their sense of smell as vampires. After all, their sensitivity to blood was incomparable to that of humans.

After smelling the blood, the two men went straight to the source of the smell without hesitation.

Before they arrived completely, they saw two people, one standing and one squatting, and they were at the place where the smell of blood was the strongest.

Without even thinking, Maca threw out two arrows and went straight for the kill. Even if he killed the wrong person, it would only eliminate the wrong option and there would be no loss.

And now, although it was a pity that he could not kill the other party directly by a surprise attack, he came to the right place. The two people in front of him were definitely murderers, and they were very likely to be vampires.

After all, the person who just stood there directly controlled his blood arrow. In his opinion, only those who are also vampires can control blood.

"You guys..." Macka stared at the two people in front of him and said in a grim tone: "Killing one's own people is a serious crime. What's more, do you know who you killed?"

"The man you killed is a descendant of the Baloric family. As fellow vampires, you must have heard of the Red Earl. Moreover, the Red Earl has been valued by the leader of the vampire clan and has been promoted by the leader himself. He has become a genuine vampire earl. Do you know who you have offended?"

"This guy?" Jacob, who was ready for battle, looked at Wallifer with a puzzled look on his face. "Did he come to us specifically to deliver information? He confessed everything before we even asked him anything."

"Who knows?" Wallifer raised his lips, but slowly moved behind Jacob. "Anyway, we have to fight, and you are the only one."

Chapter 398 I Almost Got Hurt

"..."

"Forget it, I'll just be alone, and you can just watch and have your fun on the side."

Jacob suppressed his desire to complain. He knew that the more intense his reaction was, the happier Wallifer would be. The best way to deal with a happy monster was to ignore him.

“You two!” Maika’s voice rang out in a suppressed anger, “Don’t you take me seriously?”

"Ah? Who's talking? Is anyone talking?"

Jacob deliberately acted pretentiously and said that after spending so much time with Wallifer, his character had gradually deteriorated, perhaps without him realizing it.

"Die, you bastard!"

Being treated like this, even if Macka wanted to use courtesy before force, it would only make others look down on him, so he didn't think twice and attacked first.

"call out--!"

Maca shot tiny blood arrows from the tips of his ten fingers. These arrows made of blood were the best choice whether used for sneak attacks or as a first-hand test.