"You dominate everything, control the boundaries between life and death, you are the king of kings, the God above gods."
The movements of the hands of the great elder Augustus were abnormally twisted, his waist swayed from left to right, and his steps were extremely chaotic. However, if you look carefully, you seem to be able to feel a little mysterious flavor contained in it.
Myrna, Harold and other dwarves who were "praying" with him were already dizzy by this complicated "dance" movement. They imitated it with difficulty, persisted hard, and kept chanting:
"You give us life, you give us food, you give us the courage to face difficulties, you give us kindness, integrity, compassion and determination."
At the entrance to the hall, in an empty place, four transparent figures were watching the dwarves praying.
"Their praying movements are very similar to the postures and gestures of some rituals in the ancient magic empire." Tess, the vampire bride, used the instinctive "short-range psychic communication" gifted by the vampires to communicate with the following butler Galata, overseer Wells and maid.
Edith said, her tone was both puzzled and funny.
They actually found the hiding place of the dwarf resistance!
Wells and Edith were both blood servants. They had lived on the Night Plateau since they were young, and had only gone as far as the nearby vampire lord's castle. How could they know the rituals of the ancient magic empire, so after hearing Tess's words, they
They were all submissive and didn't know how to answer - how could the study in the castle be used by blood servants like them, especially Wells who didn't even know a word of writing!
"Madam, the old dwarf's movements are too complicated and twisted, and are very different from magic rituals." Galata, the vampire butler, replied respectfully, "Instead, they are more like the sacrificial dances when the Cult of Truth first developed."
"Humph, the original sacrificial movements of the Cult of Truth were adapted from simple magic rituals. And, Galata, didn't you see? The reason why the old dwarf's movements are complicated and twisted is because he is acting in six different directions by himself.
, magicians with different movements can actually connect..." Tess hummed softly.
Wells and Edith both buried their heads low, not daring to interrupt at this time. Those lowly dwarves didn't know how they and other noble blood servants could not know that their master, Count Vlad, was here.
At the end of the war called "Dawn", he was injured by the magic of the Cult of Truth and never recovered. He often slept for hundreds of years and never left the "Night Plateau". Therefore, in the castle, the Cult of Truth
The topic is taboo, only Lady Tess, Mr. Galata and other orthodox vampires can discuss it.
"Madam, your vision is very good, it does look a bit similar." Butler Galata observed carefully for a while and agreed with Tess's guess, "But their prayers are definitely not incantations, so the ritual will not have any effect, but
In this way, I can’t tell which ceremony it is specifically.”
"It doesn't matter, the ritual won't have any effect anyway. We can torture these stinking dwarves after we catch them." Tess sneered, completely standing in the position of a vampire, "How dare you pray to the gods? I don't know what I hate the most.
Preachers, priests, bishops? They keep my dear Vlad from being with me all the time!"
"Thanks to your sharp eyes, madam, we were able to discover that there was something wrong with the dwarf and found the hiding place of the rebels." Wells was afraid that Mrs. Tess could not control her emotions and might hurt herself, so he half-changed the topic.
He said in a half-flattery manner.
Tess smiled slightly: "He has been a slave in the castle for at least three years, and he can still maintain vigor and vitality. Hum, if he didn't have hope in his heart, he would have been as lifeless, numb and dull as a normal dwarf. Like this
Once compared, it is very easy to distinguish, indicating that there is probably something wrong with him. Unexpectedly, he is related to the rebels."
"Madam, you are right, dwarves do not deserve hope, they are just cattle and horses kept in captivity!" Edith followed suit.
Seeing that the prayer ceremony was about to end and there was no more content to watch, Tess waved her hand: "Kill them and hang them on the castle wall to dry, to scare other dwarves, so as not to be laughed at by other counts and viscounts."
"Yes, ma'am" Galata, the housekeeper, Wells and Edith replied at the same time.
Harold followed the great elder Augustus and bowed to the ground, praying in a low voice: "Great Lord of life and death, you love us as if you have the highest authority. We will let everyone recite your words
I honor you as your holy name. May I be freed from all suffering and evil under your glory."
"May your steamy name ascend high again!"
After praying, he quietly added in his heart: "May we rebuild the glorious steam civilization under your blessing!"
Ah! Ah! As soon as his inner voice fell, he let out two consecutive screams. Harold rolled over in shock and looked towards the entrance of the hall.
Four figures slowly emerged, none other than the familiar Lady Tess, Galata's housekeeper, Wells' overseer and Edith's maid. Among them, Galata grabbed a dwarf at the end of the team, with two snow-white fangs deep inside.
It penetrated deeply into his neck, and with the nails of Wells' hands shining with metallic luster, he cut the throat of another dwarf, and blood spurted out.
Blood servants are not qualified to enjoy blood, and even if it is wasted, it cannot exceed the rules.
"Why are you here?!" Harold blurted out in panic, his whole body trembling.
The beautiful dwarf vampire Tess took out a "Nightingale" gauze from the Kingdom of Holm, gently wiped the corners of her mouth, and said with a half-smile: "Didn't you bring us here?"
The dwarf rebels, who were shocked by the sudden appearance of the vampire and the brutal killing, all turned their heads to look at Harold, with suspicion, hatred, disdain, and resentment in their eyes.
"Harold, why did you betray us?" Quiggins picked up the giant ax and was about to chop down this shameful traitor.
The dwarf girl Myrna looked at her companions beside her in disbelief: "I believe you so much."
"No, I didn't betray you, Great Elder, Myrna, Uncle Warren, Uncle Quiggins, I didn't, I didn't! You have to believe me!" Harold explained to the other dwarves in horror and despair, and even forgot
The situation of being "surrounded" by vampires.
Tess giggled and used her eyes to signal Galata and others not to be busy killing. She liked this feeling of playing with people's hearts very much.
"I believe you, Harold. If you want to betray us, just bring them in." Great Elder Augustus said calmly.
"Great Elder..." Harold suddenly felt like it was dawn, even though he only knew what dawn was from the Great Elder's story.
Augustus shook his head pitifully and said loudly to the stunned dwarves: "Would you rather fight to the death and fight your way out? Or kneel down and die numbly? It all depends on your own choice!"
"Steam is supreme!" The dwarves picked up the giant axes beside them and shouted loudly, full of fighting spirit for a moment.
Tess covered her mouth and said in disappointment: "It's really boring, Galata, do it."
Galata straightened his tie and turned a blind eye to the dwarf who rushed towards him with his giant ax raised high. He turned around and bowed: "I follow your orders, madam."
Seeing that a giant ax was about to hit his back, he suddenly kicked off his right foot and turned into a ghostly afterimage, walking around behind the dwarf. His left hand turned into a claw and pulled him forward.
The dwarf let out a shrill scream, and then the sound disappeared as if it was blocked by saliva. He fell to the ground and rolled. After a few times, his legs kicked off and he could no longer move. Blood pooled in his throat.
Then, he turned into the dwarves, his figure never stopping, and everyone he passed let out a scream.
The dwarves finally surrounded him with their numerical advantage, but he suddenly turned into countless small bats, flew away, and regrouped in the distance.
Some dwarves have already fought with Wells and Edith. There is not much difference in strength between them. The roar of the giant ax firmly suppressed the two blood servants.
Seeing that Galata could not be defeated, and that Wells and Edith who were guarding the gate did not have the strength of formal knights, the elder reluctantly said: "Rush to the door! Escape!"
Seven or eight dwarves looked at each other, shouted loudly, dragged Galata away, and exchanged their lives for the other dwarves to escape.
But every ten seconds, a scream was heard among them, and it seemed that the delay could not last long.
After giving these dwarves a sad look, the other dwarves rushed towards the door with tears in their eyes, completely breaking down Wells and Edith's defenses, and were about to rush into the passage.
"Trash!" Tess said coldly at the entrance of the passage. Two delicate white fangs grew out of her timid mouth, and then with a wave of her right hand, a burst of black energy swept away the dwarves who rushed in front of her.
shrouded.
Ah! The sharp screams stopped suddenly.
The black air dissipated, and the dwarves at the front fell over with their bodies shriveled and pale, as if their blood had been drained instantly.
The other dwarves felt fear entering their minds and ran away in all directions, but no matter how they ran, they did not dare to get within one meter of Tess.
Vampires can do more than just physical combat!
"Why is it so strong?" The Great Elder, Harold, Myrna and other backline personnel murmured to themselves with pale faces.
Although the Great Elder had always been very clear-headed and knew that the rebels would never be able to compete with high-level vampires, he did not expect that ordinary or mid-level vampires would kill the rebels easier than slaughtering cattle and sheep.
"Our efforts, our struggles, and our sacrifices are of no use at all?" The great elder's legs weakened and he knelt down with his back to the altar.
Tess did not continue to use dark magic and took out the nightingale handkerchief to wipe her hands: "Don't you understand yet? You can survive because other vampires are too bored and want to play a cat and mouse game. No hope.
You won’t be disappointed.”
"Really?" The great elder shed turbid tears and hit his head on the ground. "Will the dwarves always have no way out? Can't the sacrifice of the tribe bring any light?"
He turned around and faced the altar while crying and hitting the ground: "God of Steam, Lord Almighty, Lord of Life and Death, please save your dependents!"
The screams of the dwarves sounded one after another all around.
"Wake up, do you think there will really be gods to help you?" Tess mocked, "It has been thousands or tens of thousands of years, are you dwarves still so naive?"
The great elder was completely trapped in his own world. While chanting the name of the gods, he kept hitting his head on the altar, and the blood dyed the stone surface red.
"Haha, these idiots." Wells finally recovered from the dwarf's impact and couldn't help laughing.
Harold, Myrna and other dwarves saw that fewer and fewer of their kind could stand, and Galata seemed like an invincible killing machine, and they all knelt down in despair.
"Is this the end of the resistance? Will the hope of the dwarves never appear?" Harold thought painfully.
Suddenly, a light flashed in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously raised his head, his expression suddenly froze.
The altar, which had no reaction before, actually raised a sacred and solemn light!
Rays of pure white light and dim light kept shining towards the surroundings!
After a brief moment of solidification, emotions such as ecstasy and gratitude surged into his heart, and Harold lay on the ground in tears:
"Great Lord of life and death, you love us as if you have supreme authority."
"We will let everyone recite your name and hallow you as a saint."
The Great Elder, Myrna, Quiggins and other dwarves also recovered from the shock and prayed devoutly to the altar with tears on their faces:
"May I be freed from all suffering and evil under the shining of your glory."
"May your steamy name ascend high again!"
Inside the "altar", a figure wearing a strange black dress slowly emerged.
"Lord, you came to the earth to bring the gift of redemption."
"Great Lord of Life and Death, everything will be purified by your glory!"
The Great Elder, Harold and the other dwarves became more and more excited. The God of Steam actually came here to save themselves and others?
Tess, Galata and others looked at the altar in surprise and astonishment. What changes had taken place? (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)