Chapter 808 807 What a good vampire, it’s a pity that he died too late
Chapter 808 807. What a good vampire, it’s a pity that he died too late
It is unknown when the dark underground tunnel was built, but it is certain that it has existed here for a long time.
Even the once majestic walls in the broken underground are now covered with dark moss. Perhaps the ancient buildings used for rituals and beliefs now only have broken domes and seeping masonry. The stories about this place have long been forgotten.
Time has forgotten. When the pirates found this place, they thought they had found some secret treasure.
But there is nothing here except the smell of the past.
Even if they dug three feet into the ground, they could not find anything valuable except buried corpses, so the place was quickly abandoned.
However, as vampires, the Blood Terror Clan obviously liked such dark underground buildings, so soon after the establishment of Blood Plunder Port, this underground tunnel became one of the Blood Terror Clan's strongholds in the city.
But after all, their clan is not one of those ancient clans that have been passed down for thousands of years. The vampire community composed of a group of pirates naturally does not have to pursue any splendor or heritage. These guys have already given this ancient building face without holding a silver party here.
In the past, this place would only be used when Lord Pablo, the Blood-Dreaded Archduke, was preparing to launch a great plunder.
It is mainly used to discuss strategies and engage in verbal wars with the unruly pirate captains to confirm the distribution of the plundered wealth. Therefore, many blood-dread pirates will call this underground tunnel "
Flirty names like "Pirate Council".
But today, this place that used to be very popular has shown a completely different kind of ridiculous and sad scene.
Nearly a thousand elites from three pirate factions have firmly guarded this place. It seems that the chaos in the city above has nothing to do with them. In the deepest underground Broken Temple, only old pirates who have been pirates for more than thirty years are allowed to enter.
, the other minions can only wait in the darkness outside the temple for the outcome of today's events.
These men and women who were once high-spirited and braved the sea now all look haggard, and some of them are always looking left and right nervously, looking like frightened cowards.
But what they fear is definitely not something in the material world. It is an abomination that comes from the darkness, an enemy that cannot be eliminated with knives and bullets. Some pirates even pray to the Mother of Midnight for protection in the dark.
If they knew what the Midnight Mother looked like now, these guys would definitely feel sick in their hearts because of their insincere prayers.
In the underground temple, huge torches were lit, and gas lamps hung from the dome made the place look like daylight.
Three pirate captains dressed in gorgeous yet vulgar attire were leading their henchmen to decorate a very strange-looking altar. There were also some chattering fellows as priests and monks muttering beside them.
But the rituals and even the prayers they used were completely wrong, and even the words were wrong. They had no meaning other than the perfect performance of the atmosphere group's duties.
But none of this matters!
For a sacrificial ceremony, there are only two most important factors, calling the right target and offering the right sacrifice.
Needless to say about the correct target, the Blood Terror Pirates have been entangled by those lingering bastards for a long time.
They knew exactly whom to offer sacrifices to.
As for the right sacrifice?
At this time, the bloody captain Pablo, who was tied up by the Five Flowers, was tied to a wooden pole in the posture of a tied pig. He was very helpless as he watched the three fools under his command doing stupid things. He wanted to
He opened his mouth to dissuade her, but his first mate's sexy underwear was stuffed in his mouth, making him unable to speak at all.
Beside Pablo, who looked helpless, a group of vampire pirates who were loyal to him all suffered the same treatment.
They were all tied up with ropes soaked in voodoo to be sacrificed in a ceremony, and the coquettish first mate Claire was the number two sacrifice after Pablo.
In order to ensure the "quality of the sacrifice", these superstitious and rude pirates also dressed Claire in very exaggerated clothes.
A silk robe from the ancient country of Kalum was put on her body, a bird feather crown that was said to have been brought back from the New World was fixed on her head, and gold chains worn by dancers from the Songhai people in the place of origin were randomly tied around her legs, and finally
All kinds of vulgar jewelry from unknown sources were almost all over Claire's body.
Dress up the pirate's first mate like a gorgeous turkey about to be put into the oven.
Ms. Claire, who has always had a distorted sense of aesthetics, actually likes this "mix and match style". If she were not the second victim today, she would definitely be very happy to appreciate her new image.
"I said, you can't do this!"
Pablo is a vampire, and he also knows the art of onomatopoeia. Even if he is gagged, he still can't stop this guy from giving endless instructions in his own way.
He said to the three pirate captains in front of him:
"Your altar is obviously placed wrong. Isn't this the altar we snatched from the wave fishmen last time? This thing has no chance of getting a response from other subspace creatures except summoning Dagon, the 'Father of Fishes'.
Let me ask first, are you planning to surrender to Dagon and then let the damn deep sea mud cover your whole body and turn yourself into a murloc?
No, brother!
Being a vampire is miserable enough. Every fucking day is as painful as living in the nine levels of hell. There is really no need to turn our lives into the tenth level, right?
Listen to my advice, Werther, it's not too late to stop now."
"Shut up!"
The oldest traitorous captain turned around.
Although he is a vampire, this guy still maintains the state of a dry old man. From the black lines emerging from his blood pupils, it can be seen that this guy has not been having a good time during this period. The thick dark circles under his eyes are due to nervousness and fear.
The distorted expression proved that this guy was filled with unspeakable pressure.
It can be seen from his erratic eyes and irritable temper that his sanity has been completely lost, and his constant nagging is the best proof of his mental breakdown.
This bastard has three vampire hearts hanging on his chest, all of which are kept beating by voodoo.
One of them belongs to his elder, and the other two are his children. After drinking the source blood, this bastard gave himself a "self-destruction". He seemed to want to express something to something in this crazy way.
He is working hard to "draw a clear line" with the Blood Terror clan.
There is no doubt that he has gone crazy.
"It's all your fault! Pablo, I definitely believed in those damn slanders and then accepted your temptation to become a damn vampire."
The pirate captain named Werther scratched his face with sharp nails, causing blood to flow from his old face, but he seemed not to feel any pain.
he shouted:
"It's miserable enough to have to drink blood every day. I've turned myself into a monster, but that's not enough! The sea and the whole world are tormenting me, especially after those vengeful will-o'-the-wisps appear!
My ship is gone, burned down by will-o'-the-wisps falling from the sky.
My crew is gone, they were burned to death screaming.
We were begging for mercy, but it was no use!
I thought it was my bad luck, I thought it was fate punishing me for killing too many people in the first half of my life, but no! No. Pablo!
It's all your fault!
It's that damn Blood Terror bloodline that brought disaster to us!
All the blood-fearing vampires in the entire foggy sea have fallen into the same nightmare. When we close our eyes, those howling will-o'-wisps will come to claim our lives, in every nightmare and every time we relax.
, after every one of our plunders.
They will always appear quietly, kill everyone and then leave ashes on the ground before walking away.
They are hunting us.
They will not stop hunting until the last member of the Blood Terror dies.
Ah, it's all your fault!
It was you who dragged us into this eternal nightmare, Pablo, I could have been a happy and heartless pirate, but it was you who dragged us into your mess, making everyone miserable.
relief!
It's all your fault!
What they're looking for is you and your sleazy concubine! It's you bastards who want to restore some damn vampire glory.
We are implicated!
Just send you two and your die-hard fans over there, yeah
As long as they eat you, we'll be safe.
Don't blame me, Pablo, you are a very good pirate and a leader in our profession. If possible, I would be willing to follow you and rob for another thousand years.
But this is not a personal grudge."
"damn thing!"
Pablo didn't answer, but the fierce first mate Claire beside him screamed:
"Witt, back then you knelt in front of us like a dog, begging us to share our power with you. At that time, you lost everything and even got into trouble with the wave fish people. It was Pablo who gave you a way to go, and it was us who helped.
You took back your ship and helped you kill the murloc thugs who were chasing you.
You piece of shit!
Why didn't you see your dog barking when you were enjoying your power? Now that you are in trouble, you want to break up?
Do not be silly!
You have no idea what those will-o’-the-wisps are that are chasing us, and you still think that you can escape with your life by sending your captain to the enemy.
Do not be silly.
No one can escape!
As long as you are still afraid of blood, this is the fate you cannot escape!
Pablo and I are trying our best to save you. For this reason, we even threw away our dignity and asked other vampire clans for help.
But this is what you give us in return?
A betrayal!
Bah, you are simply the most disgusting rat in the Misty Sea. I curse you to have your flesh and blood eaten by the wave murlocs, and then be sacrificed to their gods, turning you into the most disgusting maggots in the warp!"
"Hahaha, yes, as long as I am still afraid of blood, I will not be able to escape this fate. But what if I am no longer afraid of blood?"
Captain Witte, who was already crazy, laughed proudly and said:
"Don't think that only you can call yourself a vampire, don't you think?
I have already found a way out for myself. As long as I sacrifice you to those will-o'-the-wisps and satisfy their hatred of blood terror, we will get more time, and then I will offer my loyalty to another powerful archduke.
Yes!
I will be free from the fear of blood. Whoever loves me will be treated in this hellish place!
If I don't serve you anymore, I won't accompany you to hell.
And one final emphasis!”
Captain Witte shouted:
"All my achievements come from my hard work and the blessing of fate. I admit that I was in despair at the beginning, but I will be able to get through it even without you. Stop talking nonsense now, the time has come!
Let the sacrifices begin!"
Werther turned around and yelled at his two assistants.
Those two guys have average reputations among the Blood Terror Pirates, but they are both in a state of mental stress and intermittent madness just like Werther.
They are all under great pressure, otherwise they would not have participated in Werther's crazy plan, but now that they have reached this point, it is too late to turn back.
The messy sacrifice scene suddenly became noisy. The traitor pirates lifted the struggling blood-fearing vampires high and prepared to throw them into the unlit brazier in front of them. Captain Witte, who was the core of the sacrifice ceremony, carefully took out a
A black bag, and an irregular black-gray crystal cluster was taken out from it.
He waved this thing in front of Pablo and Claire, grinned and said:
"The grand duchess of the Death Fang Clan gave me this. She said that as long as I complete the great task of sacrificing the Blood Terror Grand Duke to the will-o-wisps, she will personally change my bloodline. As long as you die, I can leave the Blood Terror Clan.
.
When the time comes, it will have nothing to do with me if the will-o'-the-wisps kill you all."
"You are so fucking crazy. That guy is obviously taking advantage of you. Are you out of your mind? You can't even see this clearly!"
Pablo finally couldn't help but cursed.
As an outstanding pirate, he can endure rebellion by his subordinates. After all, the current situation has made all members of the Blood Terror panic all day long. But seeing that the general he personally promoted is so stupid, he really wonders if he was blind in the first place.
How could he develop such an idiot into his own offspring?
You can be shameless and vicious as a pirate, but you can't be satisfied with being a fool.
Idiots cannot survive in this dangerous sea.
But his roar couldn't change the minds of the traitors who had gone too far. They were too scared. Their minds were defeated by fear. Now they could only grab the last life-saving straw. Even if they knew it was poisonous bait, they had to eat it.
.
"Hey, this thing was requested by Grand Duke Death Ya."
Werther took off Pablo's Grand Duke's Seal from his finger. As Pablo's confidant, he knew that with this thing he could open the great pirate's treasure cave, where the fragments of the Blood Terror Clan's civilized slate were located.
.
That was the agreement between him and Grand Duke Death Tooth. By offering that thing, he could escape the will-o'-the-wisp's pursuit.
"Bring those bastards here!"
Witte gave the order, and immediately some disgraced guys were dragged in by the pirates. These were all silver pirates kidnapped from other places during the chaos of the bloody plunder of the port.
They are not sacrifices, they are not so honored, they are just "consumables" responsible for opening the ritual altar.
The traitor put the "Diamond of Planes" in the hand of a pirate mage who was beaten and bruised.
As soon as the thing was activated, it began to devour and weaken the surrounding space concept. Those victims were just like the old Manson and other jackals back then. They were restrained and infused with the breath of subspace, and quickly faded away from their human form and turned into pieces for maintenance.
Rifted Chaos Egg.
The black crack began to open in front of the pirates' eyes, and the unlit charcoal fire quietly emerged from the flames at a certain moment. As the flames breathed, a tall burning figure appeared at the other end of the crack.
It roared, causing the traitor pirates to retreat in horror.
They recognized that this was the "will-o'-the-wisp" that had been chasing them all over the world for some time. The sacrificial ceremony took effect and Captain Witte really summoned these alien monsters.
"Ha, I knew everything was going well!"
Werther pressed Pablo's neck and shouted at him:
"Say goodbye to everything you are familiar with, Captain Bloody! You are not the first one. Soon the entire Blood Terror clan will be with you. When you disappear, the remaining people will be able to survive, and everyone will be grateful.
you"
"boom"
The closed door of the underground temple was kicked open, and this movement interrupted the ritual scene in the temple.
Witte and others who were opening the gap in the subspace turned around and saw a handsome vampire walking in with a black magic sword, followed by two extremely gorgeous vampire ladies behind him.
But the most surprising thing is that the traitor pirates outside who should have watched the road will follow the handsome vampire into the underground temple very obediently, as if they have jumped into Captain Pablo's camp.
Outstanding pirate gesture.
Some of the guys who were better at acting were already shouting boldly, "Save the Grand Duke, kill the traitors", acting as if the loyalists now and the traitors a few minutes ago were not the same people.
"You! Bastards! You should stop them!"
Captain Witte cursed:
"The sacrifices have begun! We will be free soon! Idiots!"
"Sure enough, it's dusk that's causing trouble again, look at this bad thing."
At a glance, Murphy saw the Chaos Eggs standing in front of the messy altar, the subspace gap that was opening, and the World-Burning Demon Soldier that had already thrown its projection into the material world.
He shook his head and said:
"I just heard what you were talking about about 'Grand Duke Death Fang'. You probably don't know that guy's bloodline comes from the Blood Vulture clan. In other words, if you want to join us, you must first obtain the permission of Grand Duke Blood Vulture.
Look how stupid you are!
I don't dare to let you join our side, lest I lower the average wisdom of the Blood Vulture Clan. You seem to be curious about why all your servants have rebelled here?
Your men are not stupid, sir.
I just explained to them the origin of the World-Burning Demonic Soldiers, and they knew who to follow to escape this nightmare. Look, you don’t even know who the enemy you are facing is, so why should you boast about it to others?
Promise for the future?
Also, just to remind you, Captain Witte.
You are too close to them."
"Um?"
Witte immediately turned around, and what he saw was the world-burning demon soldier who broke through the crack and jumped into the material world.
It looked like he was still a commander. The World-Burning Armor was twisted and violent. The temperature of the entire underground temple soared several degrees the moment it entered the material world. The moment it entered, it raised its claws and grabbed it, unable to dodge.
The heads of two traitorous captains.
There was a click, the body shattered, flames intensified, and ashes danced wildly.
There is no mercy at all.
Even if the other party is ready to sacrifice the Grand Duke of the Blood Terror clan to it, however, if you surrender, what does it have to do with me, a simple subspace avenger who only wants to destroy the Blood Terror clan?
"No! I have already drawn a clear line with them."
Werther shouted with fear:
"I hate blood fear! I can surrender! I can help you kill them, please spare my life!"
He knelt down in front of the world-burning demonic soldier.
He showed it the hearts of his elders and heirs that he had killed with his own hands, but the latter just looked at him indifferently, then waved his claws, and in the flames, he killed the second Japanese who was eager to surrender in front of all the traitors.
To the scum.
surrender?
You think so!
More World-Burning Demonic Soldiers rushed out from the cracks. This scene caused the entire underground temple to become chaotic and frightened.
Damn it!
The idiot Werther who claimed he could bring security didn't solve the problem at all. Instead, he let the will-o'-the-wisps rush into the Blood Terror's base camp and they were going to be doomed!
