Belerica is an ancient vampire and is qualified to be called the Ancient One, Master, etc.
However, her makeup is actually very young, her face is plump and square, and she looks very graceful and graceful like an old aristocratic woman. Her hairstyle is two simple buns, her voice is low and clear, her words are quaint, and she has a somewhat literary tone.
Serana gently touched the magic energy barrier, and a tearing pain made her shrink her hand, "Mother, why are you trapped here?"
"Let's put aside this, how did you get here? Did I still fail? Hakon found a way to decipher the prophecy, right?"
"No, you are completely wrong. My father has been defeated and imprisoned. I came here just to see you."
"What? Such a thing could happen? Who defeated Hakon? A vampire, or a lowly vampire hunter?"
"He is not a vampire hunter, but he killed all the vampires in Walchiha Castle."
"So bold, so powerful, so hateful!" When Berelika heard the news that Valqiha was completely wiped out, instead of being angry, she was actually a little relieved, "Those idiots who were brainwashed by Hakon, just die.
It's of no value. Good boy, it's good that you came to me. If you release me, we can continue to live in the beautiful mortal world. I've had enough of your crazy father, and now he is no longer a threat...
Wait, it’s best to ask that person to kill Hakon.”
"Hey! Mother, why do you say that about father?"
"That's a madman! Do you understand? He simply wants to kill you and use your blood to fulfill his unrealistic wish."
"Whether he is a madman or not, he is still my father. Let's rescue the person who imprisoned him. In this way, the debt he owes us should be repaid. With his character, if I force him not to kill his father, then our family will
Nothing will happen to people."
"You mean, you'd rather believe in a vampire slayer than your own mother? Have you lost your mind?" Belerica's voice was stern and unquestionable.
"Yes, in just one week of getting along with him, I have already felt his unquestionable personality like the sun, and the sense of security he gives me is something you have not been able to achieve in centuries!"
"Child! I am protecting you and blocking danger before it happens. Isn't that what a mother should do? Your father is a madman, and the stranger you are talking about is even more unreliable. You have to know that I am
The only person in the world who will never hurt you!"
"No, mother, there is another person who will not hurt me." Serana smiled.
"Damn it, you fell in love with a mortal? Don't you know that decades later, you will hold his body and cry. For our immortal vampires, only the same kind is worthy of love."
"Why not? Your love for me is just a kind of imprisonment after all. You are no different from your father." Serana was frustrated, and her whole body was shaking with grief and anger. "Maybe we don't deserve the happiness of a family."
"Don't be like this, child, my heart is almost broken when I see you in such pain. Forgive me for my willfulness, forgive me for being arbitrary, I will always love you." Belerica and Serana separated from each other.
After a while, she put her hand on it, and the severe burning brought her pain, but the expression on Belerica's face was still familiar and serious, and her eyes were so gentle.
Serana took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and shed her tears, then showed a generous smile, "I'm sorry, mother, I'm going to rescue you right now, what do I need to do?"
"Go find the tallest pumice spiers. The barrier is extracting the energy of the miserable souls exiled here through the bases of these towers. Defeat the guards and you can remove the barrier. But be careful, there is a dragon who calls himself Duan Harvey (dragon).
The dragon (meaning "cursed eternal life") is patrolling the Soul Cairn. He is the supervisor appointed by the Lord of Truth. Don't let him be discovered."
"Don't worry, I understand."
…
In the dark and narrow black stone corridor, Lu Zhengkang could only illuminate the road with his own light. The faint white light illuminated the surrounding area less than two feet before melting into a dull halo. He looked around, and the walls were covered with reliefs.
Some were clear and some were blurry. He felt that the air was extremely moist and warm, as if there was water vapor in it. The thin mist illuminated by his light was like the lingering miasma over the pond.
The ground was solid, but his legs felt soft, as if he were stepping on soft cushions.
This place gives the impression of being the intestines of some large creature.
He is food, and the reliefs on the wall are the digested residue.
Of course, this is just a metaphor. Lu Zhengkang was observing the relief murals. There are various forms of human beings in the world, and they are all different. Basically, they are some simple lines that can identify the human body. Other than that, there are not many details to ponder.
But after seeing more, he roughly understood that most of the contents depicted in these reliefs were heart-rending and unforgettable. Those people were making crazy gestures, with explosive expressive tension, and in the chaos and disorder
In the background, there are always deep round eyes watching everything.
A gust of wind suddenly blew from deep in the corridor. It was gentle and soft. It reminded people of the gentle breeze blowing over the green land in the suburbs on a bright sunny afternoon in spring. It had a beautiful feeling.
Lu Zhengkang couldn't help but think of some past events from his student days, the time he spent with Nati and Paya, the days he spent studying scriptures in the Shaolin Temple, the time he spent practicing martial arts in the small courtyard of Lion Gate, and preparing three meals for Jonas.
time.
It was peaceful and without waves, but there were infinite reveries in the secret. Life at that time was layered. Under the sparkling waves, there were stories of swimming fish and flying birds.
He came back to his senses. Although he had no nostalgic thoughts in his heart, he touched his cheek and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
The warm air in the corridor stopped.
Lu Zhengkang continued to walk forward.
The sculptures are all kinds of strange, and the details are not repeated, but there are similarities. Since they are all sincere and unforgettable emotions, then everyone in the world is connected. We have common joys and sorrows, my smile can be shared, and my sadness is also shared.
You bear it, we are one.
This is the treasure corridor of the Lord of Truth.
In the silent silence, Lu Zhengkang's experience was very strange. He seemed to be immersed in the background noise, and there was nothing wrong with it. It even took him a long time to realize that the corridor was extremely silent.
It's such a contradictory feeling. It's obviously a very quiet environment, where even breathing, heartbeat, visceral peristalsis, and muscle expansion and contraction can be distinguished, but it gives people an ordinary sense of comfort.
Someone is whispering, it's the reliefs, they are whispering.
"here we go again……"
"Find what you want...or you will die."
"Give up, only service is the truth."
"Give it back to me...Give it back to me..."
"I thought death was relief, but it was just the beginning of pain..."
Lu Zhengkang listened carefully, and all the sounds disappeared.