"The meaning of eternal life is to die, the meaning of invincibility is to be defeated, and the person called "Lord of Bliss" must be an expert in causing pain - these statements are of course very romantic -
As well as exaggeration and nonsense.
Immortal creatures basically live a long time - or they can use some other method to realize the cycle of life. Invincible means an exaggerated version of his power - maybe it can be added that he works hard. The Lord of Bliss uses the rhetoric of "irony".
Everyone knows it.
But Neri King is an exception. This guy is truly immortal. Let us say something arrogantly: 400 million years of life means nothing. But he was floating there so healthy at the time that we all saw what really meant something.
The experience of the world's first vampire, who was burned by countless fires, scorched by the sun, pierced by a silver sword, thrown into an acid pool, and nailed to death on the bottom of the sea with wooden stakes in 400 million years, illustrates the problem. During the peak period of magic, he was continuously hunted by the world's best vampire hunters. Until the end of that long high-energy period, the talent in the vampire hunting industry withered, and he had accumulated more than nine thousand magic spells. The facts about arrays, arcane beams, and alchemical bombs speak volumes. After he spent countless time and energy to propagate this gloomy race, he was finally attacked, mutilated, imprisoned, buried, and even divided and eaten by his descendants many times, which explains the problem.
Everything can clearly show that the first vampire in history, the 40-million-year-old Nerijin, is indeed an immortal existence.
Nothing can kill him. His power is unimaginable. Nerikin has been through almost every kind of fatal treatment - aging is nothing compared to that. He may not have a good piece of skin on his body, and his bones are compressed and squashed, but when he is floating there in an ill-fitting stand-up collared cloak, he is telling everyone one thing:
Don't fight him. If you want to do something wrong, please keep doing it.
Or, if you are also a devil with a eccentric personality, you can imitate what Yi Chaint did..."
——"Walking with the Great Willy Shaw - A Biography of Ezhaint Sinkardstu"
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Nothing has been done yet. Nerikin asked him a question, but no answer was required. Some questions are doubts. Some questions are just starters.
Guests from all over the world are buzzing behind the vampire elder. He held out a crumpled fist.
The crooked chair is fixed in the air, and the guests sitting on it are tilted, their buttocks leave the seat, but do not fall. The plate levitated above the glass that had split in half. Hair and feathers and flagella stop flowing, creating the illusion that time has stood still.
Maybe it's not an illusion.
The sounds escaped into the walls, and a few sporadic explosions bloomed like fake flowers. Everything seemed to be trapped in a giant amber, except Nerikin. He opened his arms and the ghosts scattered around him - they seemed to be filled with life, their cloaks turned red and their eyes shone.
The ghost dragged Rasnoro in front of him, and Nerigin hummed a staccato ditty, without looking, and waved his hands. A ghost took out a net and tied the vampire administrator tightly. The ghost quickly shuttled among the guests, pulling out a few guys and throwing them into the net.
Nerikin wrapped himself in a cloak, sat hunched on the steps, put his hands on the side of his cheeks, and seemed to be taking a nap. The netted guests were piled in pockets in front of him, forming a hill. "Are you satisfied?" he suddenly asked the air.
Applause sounded around him. The Demon Duke didn't know when he sat next to him. Nerijin moved the corners of his mouth, as if he wasn't surprised at all.
The ghosts' shuttle figures stopped. Icha sighed.
"I heard that the highest crime for a vampire is to murder another vampire. Because there are so few of you. Every vampire has the responsibility to keep all of his kind in mind..."
He looked at Lasnuolo, who was pressed at the bottom and had lost all his grace, hooked his hand, and the beautiful satin top hat flew from the puddle of tea stains and fell into the palm of his hand. Cha wiped it off
Wipe it and pass it to Nerikin. "If anyone commits a crime of treason, the entire vampire family will not forgive him. He will be allowed to be treated with the most cruel means. Rizhao is just the gentlest one.
It sounds quite united and loving. "
The vampire elder did not move, and his top hat suddenly shrank into a small ball. "Do you know who set this commandment?"
"Of course it's you."
Yi Cha flicked the ball away casually, "And I also know what it means: Those who murder one vampire are unforgivable traitors. Those who murder many vampires are truly masters worthy of submission."
"I've always been the master."
"Of course you are. You made this commandment not to become a king. But to educate them."
After a moment of silence, the sound of bat wings sounded. It turned out to be Nerikin who was laughing.
He laughed harder and harder. The corners of his mouth almost touch the corners of his eyes.
He smiled so much that his smell changed.
Nerikin had had enough of laughing. Wipe the dust from the corners of your eyes. Yi Cha kept looking at him expressionlessly.
"What's your name? Demon Duke?"
"You know my name."
"This is the moment when we officially get to know each other. Demon Duke." Nerijin couldn't help but laugh again and hit his knees, "Say your name."
"Izaint Sinkardstu."
Darkness permeates the air. Yi Cha stood up. Nerikin also stood up. He showed his true colors. He was paler than Lasnuolo, with sunken cheeks, but more handsome. He was tall and slender, standing next to Icha, and his cloak now seemed to fit him perfectly. The black curly hair perfectly decorated his deep red eyes.
He stretched out his hand and shook it.
"I would like to offer you a deal. Forty million years of Nerikin."
"I'm not interested in anything this meeting proposes. Except you."
"Then this deal might be just what you want."
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The smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and Willi Xiao wrinkled his nose, feeling like he was in a dream.
Maybe the chair is too comfortable. He looked down lazily. The venue was in order, and a new group of proposers were preparing to board the golden round platform. He looked around again. The members of the Returning Star Council were all sitting upright in their seats. Icha nodded and Lasnuolo waved his hand. The new group took the stage.
Nothing seems wrong.
"Did anyone come here just now?" He asked Amplitude Three Hundred casually.
"Yes."
This triggered Willy Xiao's thinking, but he picked at the holes in his clothes for a long time and couldn't think of anything.
"I may have missed some exciting scenes." He scratched his head, "Fortunately, I just had a very exciting dream. I will use my dream to make up for this part... The story of vampires is such a good subject! "
