"I have detonated the Furious Brand four times according to your request."
Alphonse took the initiative to report his progress: "The corpse is already responding!"
"very good."
Ms. Kingsford smiled softly.
She gently touched Alphonse's cheek and pressed her fingers on his neck.
"By the way," she said suddenly, "do you know what happened to Earl Daun?"
"...Lord Earl?"
Alphonse was a little confused: "What's wrong? Is he collecting the souls of girls? I know that..."
"Ah, that's okay."
Anna kissed his cheek and said reluctantly: "Are you planning to...leave Leipzig? In other words, leave Star Antimony?"
"That won't work! Absolutely not!"
Alphonse was excited and immediately refused without hesitation: "Father has said that we should stay at home during this period! If necessary, he will call us at any time! Moreover, if we leave Star Antimony,
He will be immediately treated as a traitor..."
"That's it..."
Anna sighed: "That's a shame."
"……What?"
"nothing."
Anna kissed Alphonse again and whispered in his ear: "I'm afraid there is no chance...
"...I was originally thinking that if you wait for you to complete the ritual, your consciousness will enter the created evil blood angel. I will have no chance...to play with you properly again.
"
Evil Blood Angel...
Just hearing this word, Alphonse felt that the future was full of hope.
Anna told him this story - in a blood pool in the Narcissus Territory, there was a blood angel that had turned evil.
The essence of this thing is very simple...
Because the creation of the Children of the Moon actually only requires the corpses of those who have the extraordinary path of love. After people die, their souls have already entered the dream world... At the same time, once someone becomes an apostle, then the things they used during their lifetime
The implements, as well as their corpses themselves, are consecrated through this sacred connection.
That is, if someone can obtain the corpse of an apostle of the Path of Love - the corpse itself can be transformed into a Moonchild!
But because the corpse itself has been consecrated, the transformation ritual of the Son of the Moon cannot take effect normally. As an apostle, the power will cover his corpse through some kind of connection, so that other powers cannot easily affect the corpse - otherwise, if it is enshrined
A few undead souls were transformed into the apostle's shrine. Isn't that ridiculous?
And if this sacredness can be destroyed through a certain ritual, the transformation can be forced. Then you can get a body of the Son of the Moon with the power of an apostle...
——This is the Evil Blood Angel.
When Lady Kingsford learned that Alphonse needed strength, she sent him such a body, taught him the rituals to remove the divine protection, and lent him her own jewelry.
After the Blood Angel loses its sanctity, it temporarily becomes an ordinary corpse. If you can mix your own ashes into it at this time, then after it transforms into the Evil Blood Angel, part of its consciousness and personality will belong to
Own.
In this way, you can directly bypass the difficult promotion process and gain the power of an apostle in one step!
By then, my father’s worries will no longer be a problem!
It is for this reason that Alphonse is very grateful to the generous Ms. Kingsford.
I even feel that I have fallen in love with her... I have fallen in love with this witch who has lived for at least sixty or seventy years and is known as "more evil than the devil".
"...Then, how about you come to my house now?"
Alphonse hesitated for a moment, but still invited: "There is no one at home - in order not to affect the ceremony, I have asked the servants to leave."
"I'm afraid not."
Anna said with a smile: "There will be guests at your house soon."
"……guest?"
"Just now, Earl Daun was killed. All members of Rosicrucian have learned about this."
"--What?!"
Alphonse was shocked for a moment and was about to leave the dreamland the next moment.
But he was quickly grabbed by Anna, and his body that quickly became transparent materialized again.
"Ma'am, I need to be prepared quickly!"
Alphonse turned pale with fear: "The demon incarnate in Count Daun's body is the Winter Demon...it might kill me!"
The Winter Demon is the evolved form of the Ice Demon. As the demon of sloth, it symbolizes the dying nature of all things.
Not only does it restrain the Sons of the Moon in terms of ability... but even in terms of personal preferences, it also maintains hatred for the Sons of the Moon, giant dragons, and elves, which are immortal species that can survive for a long time.
If the Winter Devil really escapes from Count Daun's body, it will even actively try to hunt the Moonchild!
At that time, the police failed to find him, but the devil came to his door!
"...Don't worry, because the Winter Demon has not broken free from Dawn's body. Otherwise, do you think you can still chat with me safely here?"
Anna made a joke.
"This, this is it..."
Alphonse breathed a sigh of relief.
But he soon realized who the guest Anna mentioned before was——
"...You don't want to say that the man who killed Earl Daun wants to come find me, do you?"
"you guessed right."
"help me--"
"Of course, of course, baby. I will save you..."
Anna comforted Alphonse, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her smile was full of charming magic: "I have just set it up - as long as you shout 'I surrender'! I can teleport to you immediately."
"...why, why is this a sentence?"
Alphonse's expression was very ugly: "We Children of the Moon are all a proud race——"
"An Xin, it's just a secret word. Do you think, normally, when you say this sentence, the other party will always stop subconsciously? At least they will relax their vigilance... In that case, I will also have the opportunity to sneak attack on the other party.
"
Anna explained this.
Alphonse thought it made sense.
He nodded and responded: "Okay, I remember...then when should I say it?"
"When you think it's appropriate. For example, when you feel danger...or, in other words, when you think the other party has relaxed their vigilance."
Anna said, patted his cheek, and said with a smile: "Okay, now it's time to wake up from the dream..."
The next moment, Alphonse suddenly opened his eyes from the bed.
In his originally empty bedroom, there was an extra person for no apparent reason.
There was a black-haired girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with childish beauty. She was wearing a cloak and holding a crow in her arms that made her feel strongly uneasy.
According to Alphonse's original character, he was actually very accustomed to contacting these young girls. But because of Anna, he immediately realized the identity of the other party - this seemingly quiet girl was exactly
The culprit who killed Earl Daun!
Alphonse was immediately nervous: "Who are you!"
"What do you think?"
Aleister was holding Crow in his bedroom, wandering slowly, observing his collection, and said casually: "You arranged that ceremony? I can't tell...
"Tsk, why are there so many fairy tales on the bookshelves? Are you a child?"
"So what if it's me... So what if it's not me!"
Alphonse breathed a sigh of relief at first - fortunately, it seemed that the corpse in the basement had not been found.
But he quickly tensed up his nerves: Damn it, how did she know that I was the one who arranged the ceremony?!
So as soon as he admitted half of it, he urgently changed his story.
"Anna Kingsford taught you?"
Aleister continued to speak slowly.
Alphonse's pupils trembled - how could she know everything!
He didn't tell anyone about his contact with Ms. Kingsford! No one knew...even his father explicitly prohibited him from contacting Ms. Kingsford!
If it weren't for his father's helplessness, he would never take the initiative to violate his father's taboo...
"Tell me about it, Alphonse."
Aleister turned around and said leisurely: "Or - do you want to be beaten first?"
"I surrender--"
He read out the secret words without hesitation.
And just then.
A scarlet magic circle suddenly appeared on his left cheek, and the necklace hanging around his neck screamed like a pressure cooker, emitting an unsettling red light.
"Wait, this is-!"
Alphonse screamed in horror.
The next moment, the Night Devil in Aleister's arms suddenly showed its prototype.
Two incomplete and withered wings hugged Aleister directly——
In an instant, the sky was filled with dark clouds.
Along with the bloody storm, a violent explosion sounded.
A mushroom cloud rises slowly in the city of Leipzig!
