Chapter 72 Is there a price to pay for eternal life?
"I don't want to be indifferent to you."
Gundaruff said bluntly, his cold voice echoing under the towering dome of the main hall of the castle. On every cold and moldy stone brick, the ghosts of the past also held their breath to listen: "I know that you are all pursuing the mystery of eternal life.
Gathered here, I may still have some doubts in my heart, but I don’t mind, because people’s vision is always limited by their location. People who live in the swamp cannot see the scenery of the mountains, and the souls trapped in the abyss cannot reach out and touch it.
When the moonlight shines above your head, all mediocre people will do nothing, and all despicable people will be incompetent. This is not your fault, but the law of the world."
This sentence is taken for granted, without any sarcastic meaning, as if it is the case. All the guests present are of noble status and strong strength. If it were any other time, they would definitely not tolerate such an insult. But now, they are not sure about Gundalu
Is the husband deliberately irritating himself and trying to force everyone to lose their cool? The mystery of eternal life is of great importance. In order not to reveal any flaws, even the most grumpy and irritable person restrained himself at this time, remained silent, and looked coldly.
Yes.
Gundaruff saw their reactions in his eyes, grinned, and the smile was cold, like his exposed fangs, glowing with a pale cold light: "Then, let us skip these boring polite words and directly invite
The owner of the Eternal Fang, the legendary immortal witch, comes to show us the power of eternity."
"I think you have all heard of her name before, even though you have only heard about it and never seen it with your own eyes."
"Silver-eyed Countess from the Valenhild family of Bloodfang, Her Excellency Neville."
"It's a great honor to be here today."
His precise words fell like a guillotine, cutting off the complicated thoughts in the minds of the guests, just like removing a boring and harsh noise from a beautiful piece of music, leaving a concise and neat echo. So, the main hall of the castle
The huge copper door was pushed aside slowly and laboriously by twelve fully armed werewolf guards. The acidic creaking sound was like gears biting hinges and pistons driving valves.
In the influx of shadows, everyone saw a tall and slender figure.
She has long snow-white hair hanging down to her waist, an elegant and gorgeous rose-red palace dress with wide sleeves, a face as cold and mean as crystal, and a temperament that defies authority. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is probably the pair of silver
The Eye Child is different from ordinary vampires. The eyes of all vampires are blood-red vertical children. It is said to be a symbol derived from the ancestor of the blood race, the "Night Mother". However, her eyes are flashing silver, staring indifferently.
In the void, the heavy sight around me seems like nothing.
The eldest surviving elder of the Valenhild family, the silver-eyed Countess, and the immortal witch under the moon walked to the center of the main hall with the crisp sound of their heels tapping the castle stone bricks. She looked around
All around, he looked at the vulgar and despicable people around him with those arrogant and contemptuous eyes. For some reason, they were clearly at the same height, but these aliens all had the illusion that they were being looked down upon, and a wave of energy originated from their souls and
The pressure of blood.
Neville's eyes suddenly fixed on one of the guests, an old bat with cunning and panic in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly moved up, outlining a disdainful sneer: "Boreyfa, I didn't expect you to be here too.
, could it be that before your dim-sighted father was poisoned to death by you, didn't he take you, the illegitimate son who came out of the sewers, with him? I thought he was cruel enough, but I didn't expect that he still lacked some decisiveness towards you, which made you still...
You can sit here openly and squander the little face he has left for you."
Berlefa, who is also a descendant of Valenhild, looked gloomy at what she said. He felt that strange eyes from around him were constantly poking at him. Being an illegitimate child was a stain in his life, and in order to seek power
The secret that he did not hesitate to poison and kill his biological father has been buried deep in his heart for many years. Who could have imagined that it would be exposed mercilessly in front of so many people today?
How did the silver-eyed countess...know this?
He clenched his fists silently, and although he was deeply resentful in his heart, he still pretended to be carefree. Neville didn't care either, her eyes continued to move, and soon fell on the next person.
, that is a golden-maned lion man who looks brave and majestic, but he cannot hide the deep wrinkles on his face and the cloudy shadows in his eyes.
"Jacob Tang, you being alive is really the biggest joke God has played on the Devans family. Tell them that you can live well without a brain." The countess shook her head slightly and said in a playful tone: "But let one
It is indeed the habit of reckless men like you to rule a family with a guy whose fists are bigger than his head. I just don’t know if the way you ran away with your tail between your legs when facing the Holy See’s army is worthy of the expectations of those tribesmen.
?"
When did the leader of the Liontooth Devans family receive such an insult, his face immediately turned red, and a low and threatening roar rolled out from his throat, as if to warn the countess, even though you are of noble generation, some words are still unacceptable.
It was random talk. But Neville just gave him a cold look: "Shut up."
She choked all the roars of filial piety that the golden-maned lion was most proud of. She didn't even look at this guy's angry and helpless expression, and continued to look at the next person, the current head of the Esther family.
: "Lawrence Qiao? I hope I saw it wrong. After all, you should be dead, or that the person who died in that internal fight was actually not you, but your two brothers and three sisters.
Have an uncle? Then I really feel worthless for them. After all, the flower watered with blood may not be a rose, but a rotten and decayed poisonous flower."
Several aliens sitting next to the deer-headed spirit subconsciously moved to the side because they could feel a biting coldness and murderous intent radiating out unchecked.
The countess looked around, but no one dared to look at her. Only then did they realize what the most intuitive manifestation of immortality was - the proud and beautiful girl in front of them was actually the person who had been with Saint Junio.
The ancient ancestors who fought side by side, the rise and fall of the Wuya clan's inheritance passed through her eyes, and she, and even her father, grandfather or great-grandfather, were nothing more than a descendant to her.
She used her long life to master everyone's secrets and weaknesses, and mocked and reprimanded her from the perspective of an elder, but no one dared to say anything. After all, eternal life symbolizes not only eternal life, but also eternal power. Silver Eyes
The countess is definitely stronger than most people present.
The only exception was Gundaruff on the high platform. He grinned silently, very arrogantly and wantonly. Perhaps the countess's words really spoke to his heart, and he wanted to say it but didn't bother to say it.
Or words that you feel are unnecessary to say are turned into knives and poured out mercilessly, without saving face for anyone.
He thought that only in terms of his evaluation of this group of vulgar and despicable people, he and Her Majesty the Countess were on the same side.
To the relief of many strangers, the countess seemed not to continue talking. Perhaps she was tired of the forbearance and sinister expressions of those whose secrets were revealed. They were the same as they had been for hundreds of years, which made people feel that there was nothing new.
Sense.
"It's better not to play riddles." She stood in the center of the main hall, as if she were standing on a stage that belonged only to herself, and wrote lightly: "I have heard about the matter from Gundaluff, you are all
It is not surprising that you have gathered here to pursue the power of eternal life. After all, your desires have always been so sadly shallow, and are useless except for the pitiful and sporadic greed. In this case, let us directly get to the point." She smiled slightly and elegantly took out a star-shaped crystal dagger from her wide sleeves. The blue light suddenly brightened, making everyone's face pale, and even plunged the main hall into brief darkness.
The blue crystal reflects every hidden blood vessel on the countess's wrist, as if the light will penetrate into the blood, injecting it with endless echoes.
"The teeth of immortality are like the kiss of the gods, giving eternal life and strength." Neville looked at everyone present with a half-smile, her eyes as dark as night: "But before that, you all have to think about what you should do.
Have you paid a heavy price for this?"
The whole place was completely silent, and this attitude said it all.
Neville was not surprised. She had long known how greedy and stupid these guys were. She gently turned the tip of the dagger upside down, pointed it at her chest, and at the same time said silently:
"Sorry."
"Leticia."
The dagger stabbed down without hesitation, and a coquettish bloody poppy suddenly bloomed in the shadow.