"Van Helsing, Van Helsing, what a pair of interesting names." The noble raised his cup higher, and the red-skinned devil and the snow monster also raised their glasses and drank.
Van Helsing and Shadow also raised their glasses, one poured the wine into his mouth and the other sprinkled it on Shadow.
"I am a noble." The noble nodded. Even if he said hello, he claimed to be a noble.
"I am a warrior." The red-skinned demon bit the nightmare demon in front of her face hard.
"What a thriving warrior~" the succubus chuckled after being bitten.
"I am a businessman." The snow monster, like nobles and warriors, must be a bit old. The movements he used when introducing himself were very old-fashioned, very close to the aristocratic etiquette of a hundred years ago that Li Yue had read in the library.
The voices of these three people were very vague. Li Yue was not sure whether it was because he had not yet found their motivations, or because they possessed some magic or demonic relics that obscured their voices.
The duel in the chapel showed no signs of ending. Hannibal met the last challenger before crushing a human skull, completely igniting the guests' apathy in watching the battle.
"Outside, inside, south, north...it's all different! It's still so comfortable outside." The soldier laughed.
"Have you been here for a long time?" Van Helsing wanted to chat casually, but the words came out very stiffly.
"Faith has collapsed, demons are breeding everywhere, and things are getting more and more chaotic inside..." the nobleman sighed.
Tang Ji noticed that along the way from the pleasure, he could indeed see the hourglass of time.
"How do you know? You even know the time." The noble laughed at himself.
"Oh... I heard that there is no small plague here? You must express your regret." The soldier asked the businessman, obviously knowing my details.
"Well, what can you complain about? After all, there is nothing outside, you can even see the duel." The noble held everything he could hold in his hands.
Gao Fu noticed that the eight male nightmare demons seemed to have retreated into a state of obsession, their minds were blank, and they were unable to provide any information.
"The fall of the holy city of Sindelami?" Haixinfan wanted to start from the source and test whether the merchants were qualified.
It was also while the eight people were talking and laughing that Hannibal at the edge of the chapel finally found his duel opponent and continued the silence before Li Yueqode.
"I would like to ask, what is the Bone Cart Cult?" Van Helsing suddenly spoke, asking Tang Ji's doubts.
"But the Killing Cup has been around for a long time." As a "warrior", the red-skinned devil reminded him.
"The Colosseum was destroyed." Gao Fuxing followed the topic, "The fate of the King of the Colosseum is clear, will there still be no Killing Cup?"
"oh?"
"Ah, I am your friend. If he sits down, you will hear very boring things." Haixinfan asked Li Yueqade to take a seat.
"Oh, this is your friend too." Li Yueqade moved a stool and sat next to the shadowy Van Helsing.
"Does this mean that you are not our angel when you go out like this?" The soldier pointed at his demon skin and made a new joke.
"For example, the Seven Seasons Cult! Our seven seasons are based on the day as a unit. The believers belong to the seven types of soldiers of spring, summer, autumn and winter. They are planning to go back to the Snow Country to clean up the winter!" The businessman said, laughing, and laughing.
Smiling with sadness in his eyes.
"You don't, you don't have anything else~" The businessman shook his fat body, and the nightmare male demon beside him danced with me.
"Of course, he is not an angel, an angel who brings rage and cold waves!" The businessman flapped the warrior's wings vigorously again.
"Where does food come from?" The nobles were aware of the loopholes in that belief.
"There is no betrayal sect. It originated from the Holy See. It is very stupid!" The businessman spat, "We are all bait infected by the blood cocoon. We can be purified in time before the first army marches in, which leads us to doubt
,The one with the smallest blood cocoon on his back is not a god!"
"Oh, this is a bad time..." The nobleman showed a look of nostalgia, which indirectly revealed that we have spent many years in happiness.
"Hey, that new friend, he doesn't seem to have the news he wants." The snow monster is a businessman and is keenly aware of Hexinfan's guidance.
"Grab it! Hahaha!" As soon as the businessman told the riddle, the eight people laughed so hard.
"Seven seasons run in units of days? Is this like waking up from a sleep with coolness behind your eyes?" The soldier ended his fantasy.
"Hahaha, you understand!" The businessman slapped his chest fiercely, "We doubt that a bone cart filled with gods will turn the world around, and one day it will split our festering flesh and blood and bring darkness...
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In short, I tried to use "happiness" as the motivation to listen to their voices, but I still couldn't hear them clearly.
"Oh...oh, slow down, slow down, these two demon hunter friends, don't you want to hunt at the dance?" The snow monster raised its thick arms and wide palms, as if surrendering.
"Then you shouldn't come to the Happy Room, but go to the Forbidden Forest..."
The nobles, warriors and merchants just chatted among themselves, and Tang Ji even found an opportunity to interrupt.
Tang Ji recalled that the bad image of Lin Gaoyu did say that faith changes shape, and he thought it was such a manifestation.
"In addition to carrying the blood cocoon, we also carry cattle, sheep, livestock, weapons, and corpses... Inspired by the blood cocoon, we are moving towards the mouth of the abyss!"
The opponent that time looked like a human being, sewn underground by Hannibal, with a blaster riding on his body.
The doctor wearing a cake skirt walked around the venue and saluted, showing off his power.
"Your friends just heard their comments about this duel and were not surprised, so they asked like that." Fan Helsing added to Gao Fuxing's explanation.
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"It's really boring. What did we take that place for? The Colosseum?" the nobleman commented solemnly, and then he saw Li Yuequade in gold armor walking across the dance floor to the long table over there.
Tang Ji was confused when he heard this. He didn't know anything about it. It turned out that the "Bone Che Cult" originated from Hongyou Town and was the work of Redcoat.
For this reason, he even arranged for the Nightmare Demons to form seven human walls, and created a special duel area next to the dance floor.
"Even though you haven't been sitting under that table for eighteen years, you know everything about Xiaolu." The businessman patted his chest.
"The Masking Society, the Curse, the Night Sect, the Demi-Human God, the Bone Car Sect... just to name them, there are not so many twisted beliefs." The businessman moved the nightmares like an abacus.
The male devil’s ear beads and other people’s beads.
"Coupled with the Protestantism before the shrinking of the Holy See, and the Creationist Sect that was originally at odds with the Holy See in the empire... the current Kaios is like a crucible filled with magic potion, and it is impossible to cook anything!"
"He didn't ask for a price." Hessing Fan was ready to waste his time in the so-called dance party, but he was too suspicious and nervous to find someone who knew where Okibuki was.
Tang Ji recalled the townspeople he had seen in the seven towns of Split Gold Mountain. It was difficult to determine whether they were bad believers who had betrayed the sect, or whether they had been dragged away by Clive and turned into slaves of the empire.
The businessman's fingers move repeatedly as he dials the numbers one by one.
"Make room." Li Yueqode waved to Van Helsing, "By the way, who is he?"
"Hahaha! This is news that has been out of date for a long time!" The businessman replied, and the warrior on the side flapped his wings and blew up the skirt of the lady who was dancing on the dance floor.
"Oh? That makes you no longer interested in it." The noble stroked his majestic beard.
"It's your side, it's the north." The businessman corrected the soldier, "What's even more boring is... when faith collapses, what the ignorant people believe in also becomes reality, and there are fewer sects under the path!"