Rumble! A flash of lightning streaked across the gray sky. In the empty farm, blood condensed into winding streams under the washing of rain, constantly soaking into the surrounding dried-up grass. In the center of the blood stream, there were several piles of ghoul ashes that had been completely purified and completely returned to the Lord's embrace, as well as... Dozens of bodies of agents were piled up together as if in a provocation. "..." The silent figure watched all this quietly for a long time, and finally a low voice came from under the wrinkled surface that looked like the bark of a dead tree. "This is the price of overestimating one's own abilities... Miss Knight, you must bear the main responsibility—" Hearing this, a young girl behind the old man immediately showed a bored expression. She waved her hands in a very troublesome manner and said, "I know, I know. You, the Eighth Secret, will take over the next matter, right? Okay, okay, it's up to you, old man..." "But no matter what, hunting down Dead Apostles is the duty of our Inquisition Knights. We cannot completely withdraw from this incident, even if he is a True Ancestor." She said this with great force and seriousness, which made the old man in front of her turn his head slightly and look at her deeply. "The True Ancestor is more than just a Dead Apostle... To us, it is a creation called a miracle..."
"I know what you are thinking, little girl. After experiencing the Wallachia Night, you may look down on the other party for this..." "I—" Liz Baife was slightly stunned when her identity was exposed, but she quickly reacted and said with great dissatisfaction: "I don't look down on them. In fact, I know how terrifying they are. But as believers of the Lord, it is precisely because of this that we cannot just stand by and watch." "Purify it all, that's our job!" "Purification... Tsk, True Ancestors are not Dead Apostles, and we can't expect them to be purified by the so-called Inquisitors... No, it's better to say..." The low voice interrupted the other party's words. The old man's cold eyes passed over the corpse and took a step forward: "It's easy to eliminate an ancestor, but... if you don't seal the filthy source blood, it's just a replacement for an ancestor." Source blood, also known as the Principle Blood Ring (Note 1), is the original commandment engraved on the soul - just having this blood flowing in the body can rewrite the singularity of the planet's physical laws. Humph, even compared with the divine creation with the strongest conceptual attribute, I am afraid I may not be weaker than the other. However, the old man did not intend to explain too much, nor did he want the new Knight Commander behind him to understand anything - as the Knights of the Inquisition, their duty was only to honestly eliminate Dead Apostles, Demons and Heretics. As for sealing and recycling... The old man, who looked as old as a dead tree, had an extremely sharp gleam in his eyes. I have been silent for too long, and not only have the limelight been stolen by those brats from the Barthelmero family, but even any random person dares to come out and jump out. "Your Majesty the Bishop..." At this time, an expressionless agent came up and said, "There was a commotion in the back. It seems that a magician has forcibly broken through our blockade." "Hmm? A magician? We are facing a powerful enemy... Just a magician... There is no need to report such a thing, just deal with it directly." The old man paused for a moment, then waved his hand with a lack of interest: "If you can't even deal with a magician in a remote place, then even if you go back, these reserve soldiers won't be able to become agents. Just leave it to them." After saying that, he took a step and wanted to leave, but the next second, he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned around and said, "I thought about it. Although it is not worthy of attention, since the other party has challenged the dignity of my master..." "Then he must be an out-and-out heretic, Miss Knight, what do you think?" "..." Upon hearing this, the already unhappy girl behind him frowned instantly: "You guy, do you think our Knights are some kind of garbage disposal?" "Excuse me, old man. No matter how mysterious your Eighth Mystery Society is, you are not qualified to dictate to our Knights." "I'm really not qualified... But unfortunately, I'm probably the only cardinal in Croatia right now."
Hearing such rude remarks, the old man was not angry. Instead, he smiled, turned around and left casually, leaving behind a slightly dazed leader of the Knights. He said slowly and in a low voice: "When you go back, say hello to Bishop Geserbarune for me, Miss Liz." Cardinal? Liz stood there in a daze, watching the old man, who was as thin as a bamboo pole and as dry as if he was going to enter a cemetery at any moment, walk away with a hunched back, with a look of disbelief on her face. Not only that, she could even clearly see the slightly empty sleeves under the slightly loose robe. And there was not a single trace of magical energy fluctuation in his body—— An ordinary old man who lost an arm? how is this possible. Liz Baife was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and looked at the group of agents who followed the old man silently and left, narrowing her eyes slightly. But no matter what, the identity of the cardinal should not be fake. He actually sent a cardinal to hunt him down personally... Is he really just an ancestor? You have to know that in this world, even if he is one of the twenty-seven ancestors, he shouldn't be able to stir up any waves... "Ah...I really want to follow and see." Liz Baifei shook her head slightly unhappily. What did he mean by asking me to deal with heretics? That old guy obviously found an excuse to transfer me away. The Holy Sepulchre Church is an organization formed by the connections between the "major churches" on the "inside" through a connection called "faith". As a result, factions have arisen due to the doctrines of various religions. However, no matter how complicated the internal factions are, compared to the more complicated Magic Association, the ruling class of the Holy Sepulchre Church has always been quite clear. That is, after removing the top pope, there are 128 cardinals ruled by him. It can be said that now that the Pope hardly cares about worldly affairs and is only responsible for conveying oracles, these 128 cardinals represent the will of all believers in the world. Lizbeife is also a believer among believers, but the sect she follows is affiliated with the one mentioned by the other party, Geserbarune. Similarly, she is also the greatest knight and inquisitor in the entire Templar Church. "But since he is the cardinal... it's really troublesome. I have to obey this order--" "Hey, big shot!" ----------------------------- Note 1: The setting in the Principle Blood Ring - Tsukihime Remake: The Dead Apostles who inherit this blood will be promoted to ancestors regardless of their class. Elquid compares it to a "crown". In contrast, to exercise the Principle Blood Ring, one must have a thousand-year-old foundation. Even if a Dead Apostle who has only been active for a few hundred years inherits it, he will be crushed by its curse. Note 2: Forgive the author for not having played Tsukihime Remake, so most of the settings in this book follow the old settings, but some new settings will also be integrated (although there are not many new settings). Note 3: It should also be noted here that the world where the protagonist lives is an imaginary world, neither the world of Tsukihime nor the world of Fate (there are no twenty-seven ancestors in the world line of Fate), so some people's world lines will change, please don't dwell on it, of course, if you dwell on it, you are right... Chapter 7, Nightfall The Archbishop left, leaving behind his final orders. This made Liz Baife, no matter how unwilling she was, finally start to boringly command people to clean up the mess in front of them, and at the same time, began to carry out the last order of the cardinal. "Team Three will stay to clean up the scene, and Team Seven will assist by clearing away any traces and witnesses." She decisively gave the order and turned around and said, "Other personnel, follow me and help our lovely church members." "Oh, better hurry up, maybe I can catch the last show." As she spoke, she looked up at the sky thoughtfully.
"After all, it's almost evening." …… The rapid sound of rain formed drumbeats, and the gravel in the mountains flew continuously during the fight between the two men. Victor, who was ragged and covered with scars, raised his hand fiercely, and countless falling water drops instantly merged with each other, forming two flying blades that quickly flipped on both sides of his arm, produced two knife flowers, and then suddenly shot out. At the same time, he rushed forward again, the earth-brown circuit halo lit up, he clenched his fist, and emitted a strong beam of light, which he swung fiercely at the opponent. He was not afraid of exchanging injuries for injuries, because as long as he won, he could use the blood to restore his magic power, and then the recovery curse would help him use time to recover from all injuries. boom! The fist enhanced by magic collided with the opponent's palm. The opponent groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were also shining with an extremely determined light. He is the Lamb of the Lord, and the Lord will bless him! He just twisted his body slightly and easily dodged the flying water blades on both sides. He was not afraid of the opponent's attack, because this damn vampire magician was not as fast as him... Before the opponent could hurt him, this heretic would be purified by him! He firmly believed it and chanted in his mouth, then he clenched his hand to block the fist, and in turn grasped Victor's fist and pulled it in front of himself! Oh no, Victor's heart tightened. The two had been entangled for too long. This guy was the fastest of all the pursuers. Along the way, he just followed Victor's route and even attacked him several times, which greatly slowed down Victor's escape speed. However, this did not matter. After all, Victor's original purpose was to catch a few unlucky guys. What he did not expect was that in addition to his extraordinary speed, this guy's reaction speed and agility were also quite good, almost a few points faster than him. He could even see through the trajectory of his magic and avoid and counterattack in advance. It was obvious that this was an "elite" who had been trained on how to fight against magicians. This caused the difficulty and trouble of this guy to increase several times, making it difficult for him to resolve the problem. His limited mana was about to run out, so he had to slow down and withdraw some of his energy from strengthening magic, focusing on dealing with this guy first - and, facing the exhaustion of mana, Victor also felt it deeply... That morbid desire for blood from the bottom of my heart. And now, Victor, who was originally troubled by this desire, felt bad in his heart when the opponent held his fist. He was about to burst out the magic power in his fist to force the opponent away and avoid the opponent's desperate attack, but suddenly he felt as if his heart was soothed by a warm breeze, and fell into a moment of tranquility. Ok? It's like a sudden coolness in the scorching summer. At that moment, his mind was so clear, as if he had regained his original sanity. Not only that, his attributes also began to soar at that moment, and the little magic power he had left was restored. "finally……" Victor suddenly relaxed in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief. Yeah, everything goes as planned, doesn't it? When the dark clouds in the sky finally swallowed up the last ray of brightness. That's my time to fight back...
He suddenly smiled softly, his mouth wide open, and without hesitation, he dispersed all the magic power from the hand he was holding. Instead, he quickly poured the magic power into his other left arm. Whirlpools of light continued to spread, absorbing the surrounding raindrops and condensing into an ugly, awl-like spike. This was the limit of the change he could make with the water-attribute magic [Fluid] in such a hurry. There were no additional attributes, nor any skills or disguises - but it was apparently enough to stab to death a person who had no time to defend himself! The opponent obviously saw Victor's counterattack, but he did not change his offensive. It’s still the same reason, his speed is faster than Victor, his reaction is quicker than Victor, and even his defense and attack are better than Victor! The black key in his hand is a weapon that has been blessed with holy power. Once it is driven into the heart of a vampire, it will immediately burn it to ashes. His attack can almost be called a sure-kill weapon. And what about the other party? Haha, even a magician's apprentice can't use the most basic fluid solidification without sufficient preparation. Even if he stabbed me in the heart, what would it matter? As long as I used my secret technique to hold on, I could wait for my companions to come to my rescue while the other party was reduced to ashes. Besides, the other party couldn't stab me in a fatal part. Obviously, I made a profit, that's it! Then fight till the end! Heresy! With the idea of both sides being hurt, he ignored the water blade formed on Victor's other hand, and tried to stab the silver blade in his hand into the opponent's heart first, until... He suddenly saw the other person's grinning mouth and a hint of relaxed smile. Huh? Why is he smiling? Could it be... not good! The hunting instinct he had acquired over the years made him realize that something was wrong in an instant, and he quickly changed his strategy, loosened Victor's fist, and twisted his body to try to dodge the attack. "late." Victor's low voice sounded in the twilight. In the eyes of the other party, he was originally evenly matched with the other party, and his movements were even a little slower, but suddenly he became so sharp and fast! It’s night… The pursuer's pupils suddenly shrank, his face changed drastically, and he quickly said: "Wait..." Victor changed his formation temporarily, raised the water blade in his hand upwards, and then slashed it fiercely! Puff! A line of blood spurted out from the throat along with the spurting blood, completely silencing the opponent's voice. "It's night, take a rest." A deep voice rang softly in the other's ear, and the latter instantly covered his throat and gushing arteries, unwillingly using all his strength to move the blade that was about to touch Victor's chest. However, with his aorta completely severed and blood leaking out rapidly, he could only weakly slash with the blade - his eyes dimmed. The silver blade flashed across Victor's chest in an instant, leaving a thin bloody scratch. Victor took a few steps back, watched the other person fall to his knees, and then slowly fall down, and narrowed his eyes. He looked down at his chest. Unlike the usual scars, he felt a vague burning sensation there. This made him realize that the black key held by the guy in front of him might have some kind of baptism specifically for vampires.
I was really well prepared... Fortunately, I managed to drag myself there at the critical moment. During the day, even on cloudy days, all of his attributes would be reduced by 20%. But now, as soon as night fell, his negative state not only disappeared immediately, but even increased rapidly by as much as 40%. Victor raised his head and gulped down his blood-soaked water blade that had absorbed fresh blood. Feeling the rapid recovery of magic power and strength, as well as the continuous healing of wounds, I couldn't help but sigh. "I don't know if this is a feature of the game system or if the Dead Apostles originally had it..."