Yuting had his last dream.
She was in a room with a painting.
Looking at the painting in front of him, Yu Ting frowned and fell into deep thought.
In that painting, many characters wore clothes from different eras, which was very weird, as if painters from various eras had randomly painted several characters.
There are even a few girls who don't wear any clothes. It feels like some ill-intentioned painters have put them there.
In fact, Yu Ting is a young girl who pursues fashion. She found that three people in this painting were wearing styles that were popular twenty years ago, a few were popular ten years ago, and some were popular three years ago. , and she has a similar one in her closet.
Using different eras to describe it is a bit exaggerated, but it does describe the people in this painting wearing different styles.
In particular, this is obviously a Western world, and the overall style of the entire painting is also a Western oil painting, but an old Taoist priest with a sharp nose actually appears on the painting.
This old Taoist priest was dressed in a splendid green phoenix Taoist robe, with a fat and strong donkey on his crotch.
There is also a compass in his hand, which looks weird.
Moreover, what surprised Yu Ting the most was that these people had frightened looks on their faces, which was very strange and completely inconsistent with the style of the entire painting.
Either the painter's blending skills are too poor, or...
Yu Ting had a guess. Maybe the people here are players?
Because of mission failure or other reasons, they were left in this painting forever.
Yu Ting was currently in the old castle that she had dreamed of countless times. At this time, there was darkness outside the old castle, and dark clouds were rolling in the gloomy sky, as if some kind of huge monster was awakening among the clouds.
Although Yu Ting knew this was just a dream, he still couldn't help feeling a sense of fear in his heart.
At this time, she looked back and saw a scene that made her even more horrified.
But she saw a magic circle appearing in her field of vision.
A skinny body sat in the center of the complex array.
It was an old man with his back hunched and his upper body exposed.
"Beginning with the original God of Blood and Chaos."
"With humble words I pray for your coming!"
"I exchange the blood of all living beings for your mercy!"
There were five corners in the array, and on each corner was a black leaf, with a drop of red blood on each leaf, and a strange golden light shone in the blood.
Yu Ting recognized the identity of this old man at a glance. He was none other than Emperor Virgil in his later years.
Although it looks skinny and shriveled, this body does not give people a sense of powerlessness at all.
His exposed copper-colored skin was covered with golden tattoos, and beneath that, there were high-density muscles that seemed to be made of steel.
Anyone who sees this body can tell that the old man must have been a very strong man during his lifetime.
In addition to the old man, there were two other people standing in the room.
The one on the left is a vampire.
Vampires are generally handsome in appearance. They are not exposed to the sun all year round and have extremely fair skin. The Duke of Bolton is one of the best.
But he saw his blond hair shawl, fair skin, and the contours of his face were like carvings with a knife and an axe.
It has quite three-dimensional beauty.
Coupled with the small mustache on his upper lip and the sexy short goatee on his chin, he is obviously a very well-educated gentleman.
On the right, there is a red-haired young man with caramel eyes, who is Tai Sui of the werewolf tribe.
However, at this moment, the red-haired young man's eyes were distracted, and he stood there as if his computer was down.
"this....."
Yu Ting looked at this scene, and the countless intertwined lines in his mind began to slowly connect together.
She seemed to have figured something out.
But the old man said: "The final ritual still requires blood and chaos. Bolton, I will divide my soul into two and give you half, giving you the power to rule the continent. However, you need help." I do a few things. When I become a god, you will be my most loyal minister. Don't try to resist. You should know my power. Once you make any small move, I don't mind directly replacing you with my soul. "
Duke Bolton knelt on one knee, not daring to look directly at Emperor Virgil, "I understand, little one."
"As for the other ray of divine soul, I will let Yi Tai Sui be inserted into the werewolf clan, and when the time is right, I will use him as the key to unite with the undead clan to start the final sacrificial war. You will follow the plan then."
.....
"Vampires are just a disease. You really take yourself seriously." A young man with caramel eyes said standing on the gray dome.
Aphrodisiacs, also called hemoporphyrias, are a group of aphrodisiac metabolic disorders caused by the lack of certain enzymes or reduced enzyme activity in the heme synthesis pathway.
The symptoms of this disease include pain, burning sensation, erythema, edema, wheals, and in severe cases, blisters, blood blisters, erosion and scabs, and fear of sunlight, so it is also called vampire disease.
Of course, under the influence of the spell he cast, the physical fitness of these vampires was stronger than that of ordinary people, and their desire for blood was infinitely amplified, which is why today's vampires are the vampires.
The Duke of Bolton was just in good physical condition at that time. Without his spirit, he would be nothing.
Emperor Virgil watched the dragon-like train coming and going. People in the city did not know that the Scarlet City was about to face a crisis.
Shop owners on the street still use the alluring demonic fire to light up their shop signs, just like the billboards in the night scene on earth, attracting customers to buy and sell their goods.
In the blacksmith shop not far away, the surface dwarf who was chained was cursing and mumbling in dwarf language that no one could understand. Under the urging of two vampires, he was repairing exquisite weapons and jewelry for his master.
Everything is in order, as if the war is still far away from here.
There are people patrolling the Scarlet City, and Marquis Leighton does this. Of course, most of the time these people are doing foreign work.
They were just patrolling aimlessly, and if anyone looked suspicious, they would beat them up. If not, they would forget about it...
When it is time to return to the gathering place when the patrol is over, the day's patrol is over.
Emperor Virgil scanned everyone coming and going with his caramel-colored eyes, and even Emperor Virgil himself did not notice his eyes.
A slight glimmer of light flashed across his eyes, like a hunting beast returning to the savage jungle with joy.
He returned to the center of the storm ahead of time to make sure everything was safe.
Entering the Scarlet City went smoothly without any obstacles. The guards outside the city walls did not notice the young man who walked in swaggeringly, as if he was like a ghost of nothingness.
Emperor Virgil guessed that this should be because the windbreaker on his body was taking effect.
This black windbreaker is called [The Invisible One] and it works. It will reduce other people's attention to themselves and distort their perceptions.
Emperor Virgil looked at those twisted and weird buildings and sighed: "You guys really don't care about municipal construction and city management. Your life is really rough, but it doesn't matter, I'm back."
He was lying on the ground like a giant beast, watching thousands of people coming and going indifferently.
Patrolling vampires carrying rifles and wearing helmets, their shiny military boots stepping over the uneven terrain, the Garden Avenue, the main thoroughfare of the Scarlet City, was noisy and bustling.
However, with the "death" of Emperor Virgil, the former prosperity here has faded away, leaving only this gradually decaying city.
But after all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. There are still many people coming and going here, especially the industrial area, which is still overcrowded.
A large number of blood descendants want to earn money through trade, and then exchange for fresher blood.
However, in this seemingly prosperous city, in those inconspicuous corners, feces and urine flowed between the broken stone slabs, exuding a stench, and some vampires could be seen living in shacks.
Either join the army so that you can go outside without too many restrictions, or stay here honestly for the sake of stability, but there are strict hierarchical regulations for blood supply.
Many blood descendants don't even have enough to eat, and the quota of fresh blood is getting smaller and smaller every year, just like the minimum living allowance.
Even these blood descendants are divided into invisible classes of nobles, citizens and free people.
The city seems to have law and order, but in fact, from high to low, no one takes it seriously.
In fact, many vampires live a submissive life, because no one knows whether the "you know too much, so I have to kill you" situation will happen in the next second.
Order, beauty, and prosperity are neighbors of chaos, ugliness, and ruin.
The caramel-eyed young man didn't care about this. The purge was about to begin, and all blood descendants would be buried.
